Wild Cats

I took a deep breath and shook my head. She was right. Staying was my only option, no matter how much the prospect scared me.

"But of course," Eliza continued, holding one finger up to the air, her body pale and ghostly in the fiery glow. "While you are staying with me, I'll expect you to abide by my rules. Is that too much to ask for, do you think?"

I shook my head, hardly daring to disagree, but soon curiosity got the better of me – "What kind of rules are we talking about here?"

"I don't permit outdoor shoes in my home."

I glanced down at my muddy trainers and felt like kicking myself for not having the foresight to remove them when I came in through the front door. The dirt had reached the laces, making them look like I'd been wading through a quagmire. I took them off, and felt a sense of relief that her request had been so domestic in its nature. Why I felt this way was a mystery to me. At the end of the day she was just a lonely middle-aged woman, who lived in the middle of nowhere. On paper, she would have seemed about as harmless as they come. But yet the nagging feeling persisted – that maybe there was more to her than met the eye.

"And if you're to stay, I think it would be wise for you to remove those clothes and take a hot bath – before you freeze to death."

My heart skipped a beat. It was more her tone than the words she used. She spoke with such authority that part of me felt the urge strip right there on the very spot. As the idea flashed through my mind, I felt a rush of fear along with a tightening sensation along the lips of my pussy.

"Right here?" I asked, my mouth suddenly dry.

Eliza raised her eyebrows, "If stripping in the middle of the drawing room is your style, then please – go ahead. It would be my pleasure."

"Oh, no..." I blustered, "I just..."

"You just what?" Again her voice was authoritarian.

"Nothing."

What else could I say? I was now blushing deeply, and Eliza seemed to be enjoying every second of my discomfort.
"I see," she commented after an agonising pause. "The bathroom is just this way if you'd care to go on ahead. You may take your drink with you."

I reached shakily for the tumbler as I processed her words. Go on ahead. I knew exactly why she wanted me in front of her, and it had nothing to do with good manners or the strange ways of the English aristocracy. When I reached the doors at the furthest end of the room, she caught up with me, sliding them open to reveal another dimly lit room.

Eliza stood in the doorway, waiting for my next move. She'd taken a packet of cigarettes from one of the bookshelves, and was in the process of lighting one as I walked past in resignation. No sooner had I passed her, I felt her eyes blazing once again into the seat of my shorts and the section of missing fabric. I turned to face her quickly, but despite her elegance she seemed able to move a lot faster than me, and was already in the process of turning the bright silver taps.

As the water gushed into the tub, the room began to fill with steam. It took just seconds before the vapours combined with the smoke from Eliza's cigarette to form a fog worthy of the one I'd just escaped from, and soon the stone tub was full. But still, Eliza showed no sign of leaving. Instead she gave a wry smile that unsettled me even further.

"Let me take your clothes for you, darling – I insist."

My worst fears had turned out to be well-grounded.

"It's fine, really, I –"

"You were thinking of taking a bath with your clothes on, perhaps? A novel idea, but I think you'll find the experience far more rewarding in the nude."

I stared at the floor before lifting my cycling shirt over my head. As soon as it was off, Eliza took another leisurely drag of her cigarette, and closed her eyes as she breathed out the blue smoke. I was wearing a white sports bra. It was tight fitting and despite having been indoors for nearly ten minutes, my nipples had swollen to two hard nubs. It had to be the cold – just as it had to be my paranoia and overactive imagination that was colouring my perception of Eliza's motives. She probably just wanted to wash my clothes. Once I reached my underwear, she was bound to leave me in peace.

"And now the shorts."

Unable to look Eliza in the face, I slide them down my hips and then allowed them to drop over my legs before stepping out of them completely. The woman seemed to be nodding to herself. There was a faraway look in her eyes, and suddenly the faux smile had faded. Her eyes were locked on my shaved pussy, and it felt like an eternity before she made her next statement.

"Good. Now hand them to me, and I'll see that they're clean and dry by tomorrow morning when you leave. You'll find a towel on the rack."

Again, I was secretly disappointed by the menial outcome to something that had promised so much excitement. Part of me was terrified by this stern, dark-haired woman; but it was an emotion that was mixed with something else – something darker that came as much from me as it did from her.

When she left the room, I took off my underwear and noticed with amazement how wet the crotch of my panties had become. As I peeled it from my pussy, the faint aroma of my own arousal drifted up, causing my nipples to become harder still.

I'll admit, the hot bath was exactly what I needed; but so, on the other hand, was the solitude. I leaned back into the water and allowed my eyes to drift over the ceiling. Like the rest of the house, the bathroom was beautifully decorated. The tub lay at the centre of the room. It was round and made of stone, and looked more like a luxurious hot tub than anything else. Around it were several ferns that seemed to thrive in the steamy climate, kept warm by the heated stone floor. There was nothing particularly comforting about the room, but it attracted me nevertheless – rather like its owner. And it was with her in mind that my hands began to glide over my body, stroking and caressing my skin until my sex drive spiralled right out of my control.

I have no idea how long I was there for. Caving in to the sweet sensations of lust, I hung my legs over the edges of the tub and began rubbing my finger along the length of my dripping pussy. My clit was already throbbing, and swollen to almost twice its usual size. When my finger grazed over it, my hips gave an involuntary lurch. I circled it for a little while, teasing myself, allowing the feelings to grow. At the same time, my left hand rose to my breasts, squeezing, kneeding and twisting my sensitive nipples until they became red and thoroughly aroused.

It didn't take much to send me over the edge – just the thought of being naked in front of Eliza Banfield. I wondered what she'd make of the little show if she happened still to be standing in the room. I imagined the expression of lust on her face. I imagined the flash of her white teeth as her lips fell apart. I also began to imagine those red fingernails, disappearing under her dress and snaking under the waistband of her panties. How would she look? How would she smell? And more than anything else, how would such a strong and mysterious woman taste? I didn't have time to address these thoughts in any real detail, because soon my body was bucking and writhing in the tub, sending large splashes of water crashing over the sides. I may have moaned, or even cried out with pleasure as the orgasm tore through my body. I honestly have no idea, and at the time I couldn't have cared less. The release was pure bliss.

Sighing deeply, I moved my legs back into the tub and allowed the water to bear my weight. It's amazing how light a powerful orgasm can make you feel, and as the ripples moved slowly along my body, I closed my eyes and lost myself to the moment.

"I trust you're enjoying yourself, Beth?"

I leapt out of my skin as I heard the familiar velvety voice to my side. I had no idea how long Eliza had been standing there, but I could only pray that it hadn't been all that long. She gave a low laugh as I made a futile attempt at covering my breasts and pussy with my hands.

"If you stay in there any longer, you'll end up like a prune, darling."

I glanced nervously at the towel against the far wall. It was completely out of reach. Noticing the direction of my gaze Eliza grabbed it for me, but instead of passing it over, she held it tight to her body and resumed her unyielding expression.

"Stand up – I'd like to see you properly."

I didn't move an inch. Eliza raised her eyebrows in anticipation, but it felt as though my body had turned to lead.

"Come, come, Beth. You seemed eager enough to strip for me in the drawing room, before the idea had even crossed my mind. We're both women, after all."

That was precisely what made me feel so uncomfortable. With a man, I might have claimed sexual harassment, or even persuaded the recovery truck or the police to come out on grounds of attempted rape. But with Eliza, there was something inside me that wanted it to happen.

There could be no more pretending when it came to her motives. She'd stalked and watched and teased, and now she was moving in for the kill. Once I stood up and let her see the post-orgasmic flush across my breasts and the swollen lips of my pussy, there could be no turning back.

Slowly, I hauled myself up to my feet and stood completely naked in front of her, beads of water and sweat rolling down my skin. I watched as she examined my body in detail, her eyes glittering and her cheeks beginning to glow. She took her time in looking me over, and when she reached my face her eyes descended once more to the area between my thighs.

"I think," she began, "that you will do very nicely. Very nicely indeed."

"For what?" I asked, the goosebumps beginning to rise over my body once again. Deep down I already knew, but the idea was so crazy and so perverse that I needed to hear the words for myself.

"Oh, come on, Beth!" She'd suddenly grown impatient. "You're not one of the local simpletons! If you hadn't already noticed, not that many people are keen to pay a visit to the wicked witch of England. I very rarely have visitors, least of all pretty young women who might satisfy my burning desires!"

I gulped. I'd been right all along. I'd fallen, through no choice of my own, directly into her trap. Watching the realisation spread across my face, she gave another predatory smile.

"That's right, Beth. I'm a lesbian, and tonight I'm going to use you for my sexual pleasure."

My heart was almost leaping from my chest. Eliza, on the contrary, seemed completely unruffled. She moved over to a wooden chest that stood against one of the walls and sat on it.

"I think it would be rather nice for you to begin by showing me exactly what you've been doing in my bath tub for the last twenty minutes. No – don't get back into the water," she cut me in my retreat. "I want you standing on the floor, just in front of me."

I climbed out from the tub like I was in a dream. Wisps of steam were still drifting around the room, lending a perverted fairytale quality to the scene.

"Good. Now please go ahead."

I couldn't look her in the eye. What had been a brazen fantasy was very different in the flesh. I raised a shaky hand to my breast and brushed my fingers over it lightly. Dissatisfied with the slowness of the action, Eliza leaned back and took control of the moment once more.

"Cup your breasts for me, darling. I want to see how they look when they're been squeezed under your hands."

Feeling my shame fusing with my excitement, I did as I was told and soon found myself enjoying the expression of rapture that spread across her face.

"That's very nice..."

I looked over and saw that she'd spread her legs a little. It wasn't enough to be classed as an open invitation, but it certainly caught my attention – along with the fact that she wasn't wearing panties. In the past, my girlfriends and lovers had all been waxed or shaved in that department. Eliza, however, was completely natural. When the candles flickered in the right direction, I was able to see the soft curls of her pussy hair; and far from repulsing me, it actually intrigued me, and drew me in slightly closer.

Happy with the effect she was having on me, Eliza cut the pretence and rolled her dress up to her waist.

"Do I have something that possibly interests you, darling?"

I nodded my head slightly and made a move towards her, but she held out her hand and stopped me dead in my tracks.

"Stay where you are, Beth. I haven't finished with you yet. Now put your right leg onto the side of the tub and show me your cunt. I want to see everything."

Again, I obeyed her order and waited for her judgement. She wasn't satisfied.

"When I ask to see your nasty little cunt, I expect to see all of it. Now spread your lips open and stop wasting my time!"

My fingers suddenly fumbling, I spread my swollen lips apart, and moaned from the rush of cool air. Eliza watched me for several seconds, a glint suddenly taking over her eyes.

"Oh, you beautiful little slut," she murmured, "I expect that your cunt is lusting after me at the moment, isn't it?"

Stunned by the sudden coarseness of her language, I found myself unable to answer.
"Isn't it! Answer me when I'm talking to you, slut!"

I nodded.

"And I expect that you'd like me to do something about it, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," my voice was unmistakably thick.

Eliza laughed, and then returned to her authoritarian tone, "Come here, child!"

I edged forward a little.

"Closer! And again! Good. Now get on your knees!"

No sooner had my knees hit the stone, my head was grabbed from behind and pulled between her legs. From here on I needed no further instruction. I plunged my tongue with surprising ease into her pussy, tasting her sweetness as I probed deeper with my tongue, swirling it around inside her muscles were relaxed and her pussy lay gaping before me.

As I darted my tongue in and out, bringing the tip over her sensitive clit time and time again, she held on to my head even tighter. Her juices were now running freely into my mouth, forcing me to swallow every once in a while to avoid being suffocated. I was certainly no stranger to lesbian love, but it had been a long time – too long, and I relished the unexpected opportunity to explore a woman's pussy with my tongue.

When Eliza started to gasp, I knew that she was no longer in the driving seat. She was arching against my face, thrusting her hips towards my tongue and moaning as I brought her closer to orgasm. I wanted to make her cum. I wanted to feel her explode in my mouth as her clit throbbed heavily against my tongue. And with an animal whimper, that's exactly what she did, her grip loosening around my head as the earth moved and the stars came out.

I was gasping for breath by the time she pushed me away, and for a while I basked in my own glory. Eliza's eyes were closed, although her breathing suggested that she was still very much conscious. After a while she stirred a little and regarded me with an expression that was almost tender. But it didn't last very long.

"I think we ought to move this into the bedroom, don't you?"

I nodded, running my tongue around the corners of my mouth to prolong her exquisite taste.

"Very well. Up!"

I got to my feet and allowed myself to be led back through the drawing room and then up a small spiral staircase – treacherous as it was unlit. Had it not been for Eliza following behind me I would have fallen on more than one occasion, but the woman was in her native habitat, as sure-footed as a cat even on this darkest of nights.

When we reached the bedroom, I half expected her to turn on the overhead, or at least some kind of bedside lamp. But instead she suddenly pounced on me, finding my lips in an instant in a kiss that was filled with passion and raw hunger. It swept me off my feet, and after the initial shock I was kissing back hard, allowing her tongue to snake its way into my mouth and then sucking it deep inside, longing for the moment when I'd feel it in my pussy.

She was an expert in the field, and for a while it felt as though I'd really found my match. But soon I realised that in Eliza, I'd met so much more than that. Her hands were now trailing over my back, long fingers sinking into the crack of my butt as she stroked me into a sense of completely false security. As our tongues collided and her lips grazed slowly against mine, I lost myself a little.

And then it happened. Her fingers had just reached the top of my back when those polished red nails that had been a focal point when I first set eyes on her, raked their way cruelly down my spine. The sudden transformation from pleasure to discomfort caused my body to arch towards her, and I felt another low moan escaping my lips. No sooner had the deed been done, her hands continued with the gentle strokes, easing my muscles back into relaxation before she dragged her nails across me again. And so it continued, with increasing regularity, until my pussy began to ache.

Eventually she broke the kiss, leaving me starry-eyed and slightly shaken. Eliza, on the other hand was completely occupied with her next task. Through the darkness I heard the sharp click of her lighter, then watched as she proceeded to light several candles dotted around the edges of the room. Once again, my surroundings were turned into a flickering inferno, and it soon dawned on me that with the exception of her panties, Eliza was still fully-dressed. Just as I'd begun to wonder if this was an even encounter, the balance had tipped back in her favour. I was naked as the day I was born, and felt completely helpless.

The silence that followed seemed to reverberate around the room. Eliza was waiting for my reaction, and eventually I came up with something embarrassingly feeble.

"What's with all the candles?" I asked, almost cringing as I said it.

I dislike bright lights," she replied flatly. "Especially at night. Why? Do you have some kind of problem with naked flames?"

"No, I was just being curious, I guess."

"I see. So tell me, Beth -" Another idea seemed to have flashed through her mind, and it materialised in a wicked gleam to her eye. She reached over and took one of the candles, holding it just below her jaw to give her a slightly menacing appearance. "Exactly how curious are you when it comes to candles?"

I had no idea what she was talking about, and I was given little time to think about it too much.

"Sit on the bed!"

I perched on the edge, wondering what was going to come next. There was a sharp shove to my chest, and suddenly I was flat on my back, my legs hanging uselessly over the edge of the mattress. Eliza raised the candle over me and looked at my body once again. It must have been a long time for her, because she seemed totally fascinated. She moved the small flame over me, examining every inch of my skin and following my contours with her steely gaze. What came next, however, took me by total surprise.

Just as the candle was hovering over my stomach, Eliza tilted her wrist slightly, allowing a drop of molten wax to splash onto my skin. I leapt about half a metre and cried out in a mixture of astonishment and pain. Eliza laughed. The area of skin affected was smarting, but yet there was something in me that almost enjoyed it.

She let loose another couple of drips, but this time they were almost level with my pubic bone. Their closeness to my pussy lips made me squirm a little, both from excitement and dread. Any lower, I thought, and things would start getting really interesting.

"Spread your legs for me, Beth."

At the end of the day it was a welcome command. I needed her tongue. I needed her to eat me out and lick up my juices until my pussy ran dry. Once again it seemed like I had misinterpreted her intentions, but once again she was about to prove them well-founded. Gently, she pulled my lips apart and moved her face to my pussy, taking in deep breaths as she did so. The woman was getting off on the scent of my arousal, and this knowledge sent another wave of wetness to my pussy. I closed my eyes, anticipating the warmth and softness and wetness of her tongue, but it never came.