Free Never: an erotic retelling of Peter Pan by Elizabeta Brooke Page B

"Such a slut.  Such a whore.  Such a naughty, naughty girl ," he groaned, and in that last mammoth thrust Wendee felt the exquisite agony burst over her again, wrapping her in a warm, numbing cocoon, isolating her from his callousness as he dropped her thighs on to the table and backed away.
      
    A moment later he said, "Well done, Wendee," in a near normal voice that carried only a trace of breathlessness.  "You've passed your test with flying colours.  This work most definitely deserves an A."
      
    She closed her eyes, blocking the sickness from her mind.  There'd be time enough to wallow in it later.  Right now, she needed to get away.
      
    "Let's hope we have an even better result next week, shall we?" he was saying, straightening up from the adjustment of his pants.
      
    "Yes, Sir."  Despite the disgust she felt, his words stirred something dark inside her, a longing she'd never experienced before.  She tried not to think what he'd want of her the next time.
      
    She struggled to sit up, then slid painfully off the table to grope around the floor for her clothes.  Warm stickiness trickled down her legs and she wondered if there could be blood.  She'd heard there was blood the first time.
     
    "Hurry, Wendee," he said, handing her the panties.  "We don't want your mother to suspect, do we?"
      
    "No, Sir," she replied, fumbling with her clothes in the dark, hoping she wasn't staining them.  "I'm ready now," she said a moment later, stepping aside as he opened the door and let her out.
      
    "Very good then."  He picked up her school case and handed it to her.  "I'll see you Monday morning, Wendee."
       "
    Yes, Sir..."
     
     
    Dee opened her eyes, found her knuckles white on the steering wheel.  Sickening excitement still gripped her but there was no time left to calm it.  Billy was waiting.
      
    Slipping out of the car, she negotiated the stairs unseen and arrived at his door exactly on time. The hallway was empty and the hood of her navy silk trench coat shadowed her face, but she was careful to knock quietly.
      
    No response.  She knocked louder, then after a minute, frowning, knocked again.  Voices echoed up the stairwell and after frantically knocking a fourth time, she tried the doorknob.  The door swung open at her hand and she ducked inside, shutting it behind her. 
      
    Then she looked around.

Chapter Seven
     
    "So, Mrs Williams - "
      
    "Dr Williams," Dee corrected out of habit, staring down at the blood-stained hands in her lap.  It, the blood, was all over her - her face, her legs, her feet, her hair, and smeared all over her coat.  On her lap, where she'd cradled his head, its warmth had seeped through to the bare skin beneath, matting her pubic hair and oozing down to mingle with the fluids of her previous arousal.  The thin silk of the coat was stuck to her thighs, creating an uncomfortable sensation, and she forced her mind to concentrate on that.
      
    "Right.  Dr Williams," said the gravelly voiced detective standing beside Billy's bed.  He was hugely obese, and her peripheral vision could detect other people - probably the ambulance officers, having to edge around him in the confines of the tiny dormitory room. 
      
    The detective was watching her, she could feel that, but she couldn't look at him.  And she didn't want to listen.  She wanted to snuggle down into Billy's bed and go to sleep, and never wake up.  But she couldn't seem to move, so she remained still, propped against the thin pillows that had cradled Billy's head so many nights.  And now, never would again. 
      
    "I need to ask you some questions," the detective said, a little more gently, "Are you up to it?" 
      
    Dee closed her eyes.  The next thing she felt was his vast weight settling on to the end of the bed.  The mattress rocked and a memory sparked inside her mind, but it was just as quickly blanketed by the layers of cotton wool that had emerged to protect her.