Nymphomaniac: A Raw Romance

by Penny Henry

  Beth giggled and stopped herself from speaking as Ali’s hand cupped her pulsating mound. Two fingers were inserted inside her and slipped rapidly in and out. The thumb of Ali’s other hand rubbed ecstatic circles on Beth’s throbbing clitoris. Beth whimpered with the undiluted pleasure. She thrust against Ali’s hand, taking as much as Ali could push inside her. She was going to faint. She made fists in the bed sheets before a squirting, racking orgasm finished her off. Ali withdrew her sopping digits and followed Beth’s example by sensuously sucking her fingers one by one. She smiled like Satan’s handmaiden before sliding her slippery body up Beth’s and kissing her neck. Beth rolled her head. Ali’s leg was pressed against her groin. She began to fuck Beth with her thigh. Beth responded by lifting her leg against the furnace between Ali’s legs. They entwined their legs and their burning crotches fused together. Then they rocked against each other until they came as one in a climax that stopped their hearts as the blood destined for their brains swamped their groins. They didn’t stay like that for long. Ali’s tumbled onto her back and they both stared at the ceiling until their blood began to circulate again and their breathing slowed down. Ali was the first to sit up and lower her feet to the floor. Beth was content to lie back and look at Ali. She was a little put out by Ali’s sudden indifference but didn’t want to spoil the moment with another argument.

  "Come on, lazybones," said Ali. She sounded normal and unaffected by the furious sex with Beth. "The morning is wasting. I’ll need to grab a coffee before I get on with the rest of my life."

  There was a cutting edge to Ali's comment that put a smile on Beth's face. "Is that with sweetener?"

  "I don't take sugar," called Ali from the bathroom.

  "I guessed that."

  Ali was back in minutes, collecting her clothing and starting to dress.

  Beth took her time. She put on a robe. Ali was fully dressed by the time Beth emerged from the bathroom. “Business I suppose. Oh, by the way, didn’t you say you had something to show me?"

  "Oh, yes, I'd forgotten about that." Ali bent to her briefcase to slip the locks and take out a glossy magazine. It looked like a quality Life Style publication. She hesitated before handing it to Beth. "Don't take this the wrong way, Beth. The bank has a number of magazines delivered that cover a variety of subjects. They are for general information and circulate through the offices until somebody bins them."

  "I get the picture, Ali. What's the big deal?"

  "Remember, I didn’t come here to cause trouble." Her cheeks were glowing with a delicate pink. "And I certainly didn't plan on what happened between us."

  Beth grinned like a clown. "I know that, Ali. Why don't you let me see for myself?"

  Ali passed over the magazine, "Page forty-three."

  Beth flicked through the magazine until she reached the page that Ali said. The house she had viewed with Darren and Clive leapt from the page. The name of the agent wasn’t listed as Clive Francis & Partners but the details were identical. The asking price was £1.5 – £1.7 million. Beth was hypnotized by the figure. She was vaguely aware of Ali talking, "…apparently Clive Francis approached the original agency with a trade inquiry. There’s a standard finder's fee. We pursued a query on your behalf, Beth. We discovered that Mister Francis is not a member of any trade organization and he’s generally regarded as a bit of a maverick."

  Beth raised her head to look at Ali suspiciously. "You've been busy."

  "It was a standard inquiry, Beth. Once we saw the advertisement it seemed the right thing to do. I'm trying to protect you, Beth. It's what I'm paid for."

  "Of course it didn't give you any pleasure to find this out?"

  "I'm just giving you the facts, Beth. The price has been uplifted by around fifteen percent with, I would guess, an inflated commission on top. Whatever you decide to do is up to you."

  "So, Ali Patel is proved right in the end, as usual."

  "It's not about me, Beth." Ali was calm and speaking softly. "It's about you being cheated out of hundreds of thousands of pounds. The price has been deliberately inflated so that someone can make a lot of money out of you. We thought that you should know."

  "Why don't you come right out and say it, Ali? You think that Darren and Clive got together to rip me off.” She felt her anger growing. “Do you really think that Darren would stoop that low? Well, do you, Ali?"

  Ali was stunned by the sudden anger in Beth’s face but she held her ground. "Don't take it out on me, Beth. I didn't come here for a fight. You can think what you like. It wasn’t me that suggested Darren was involved. You said that, Beth."

  "What am I supposed to think? You don’t like Darren. You would say anything to turn me against him. Was I supposed to be grateful and fall into your arms? Well you managed that part without too much difficulty, didn't you, Ali?”

  "You weren’t so hard to convince, Beth. We both got what we wanted.” Ali walked to the door and looked over her shoulder as she pulled it open. She smiled like a she-wolf. “You were good, Beth. But I’ve had better.”

  Beth picked up a shoe and flung it at the door. ” You bitch, Ali!”

  Beth was quaking with uncontrollable anger. She looked round the room for something to smash. She didn’t tear up the damning magazine. The anger subsided to be replaced with a cold fury. She had fumed against the wrong person. Ali had been attempting to warn her about Clive and Darren’s treachery. Beth had reacted by goading Ali into insulting her. At least she hoped the insult was a spur of the moment thing. Beth was starting to get the distinct impression that she had been used. It was Beth that was supposed to be the nymphomaniac.

  She knew inside that it was over for both of them. The sex had been amazing but they weren’t destined to be together. A slice of her heart had been removed by Ali’s departure but Beth knew the damaged organ would soon repair itself. It had been an infatuation after all. What Beth had interpreted as love had been lost in translation. Lust would have been a more appropriate word. She slumped into an armchair. She knew that everything Ali said about Darren was true. She had been fooling herself for too long. Darren was capable of anything. She had always believed she had no future without Darren. Now she couldn’t see a future with him. She had fought to keep her childhood dream alive against all the signs. She smiled wistfully. Tom had been right about that as well. She had been chasing a dream. No longer. She sat and thought about it until her plans were coldly rational. The meeting was this afternoon. Beth planned on striking first. It wasn't even mid-day. Darren was probably rehearsing the finishing touches with Clive. Then another thought struck her. It was too early for Darren to be productive. He would be at the apartment.

  Beth jumped up and grabbed her mobile. She rang the restaurant and asked for Lucy. She wasn’t expected until later. Beth grabbed her keys and flew down the stairs. The Jag jumped into life and Beth pressed the gas just to hear the sweet note of the exhaust. Darren’s car was still sitting unused in the car park. She had a nasty thought as she looked at the perfectly finished bodywork. She just couldn’t do it. She looked ahead and squeezed the gas. The car leapt forward and Beth shuddered with exhilaration. She headed for Darren’s apartment.

  The Ducati was parked next to Lucy’s car. She didn’t bother to knock. She had kept her key when she had fled the apartment in tears. It had been the same day that Darren had confessed to his long-running affair with Lucy. She turned the key, confident that Darren would have been too arrogant to change the locks. She pushed through the door and walked calmly into the lounge.

  Lucy was standing in her underwear with her back towards the door. Beth could hear Darren calling from the bedroom. Lucy turned to one side and Beth’s mouth dried as she saw the balconette bra that supported Lucy’s breast and allowed her nipples to poke into the air. The matching white panties separated her buttocks beautifully. She was wearing white stockings and long gloves. A studded choker completed the stunning effect. Darren was asking how long she was going to leave him there.

  "G
ood morning, Lucy."

  Lucy twisted round. “Beth.” She said it in a hushed, disbelieving voice.

  “Mmm, Lucy. It’s Beth. Where’s Darren?”

  “In... In the bedroom.”

  Lucy walked up close to Lucy and slipped her hand down the front of the tight silk panties. She manipulated Lucy’s wet sex, pinching the tender lips before slipping one finger inside her. Then she made it two. She dropped her handbag and raised her free hand to Lucy’s nipples, rolling the erect stubs between her index finger and thumb as she slid her fingers in and out of Lucy’s smooth vagina. “Having fun, are we, Lucy? How long have you been fucking Darren?” Beth bent her head to seize an erect nipple between her teeth. She bit gently before sucking it into a swollen nub.

  Lucy was breathing hard. Her legs were wide apart, jerking her groin against Beth’s fingers. “We never stopped.”

  Beth lifted her head. Her fingers slid deeper and harder into Lucy. “Perhaps we should pop in and see him.”

  “Please, Beth. Don’t.” She was leaning back with her eyes partly closed. “Fuck me, Beth.” She rotated her hips against the sliding fingers.

  Beth triggered Lucy’s clitoris with her thumb. She was tempted. She was wet. She had nothing to lose. Tom had told her not to. The thought startled her. She removed her fingers and drifted her hand up Lucy’s trembling body before pushing the coated fingers into Lucy’s mouth. Lucy sucked them dry.

  “Please, Beth. Fuck me. I’ll do anything.”

  “No. Let’s go and see Darren.” She didn’t wait for an answer, scooping up her handbag and striding into the short passage

  Darren’s wrists were secured to the bed frame by leather straps that looked to be a permanent feature of the bed. His feet were tied to the bed-ends and he was wearing women’s underwear. Lucy’s pink strap-on was lying on the floor. Beth didn’t want to think about it. She calmly pulled a chair from the side of the room and sat down. “Hello, Darren.” She looked round the room. “I see you’ve done wonders with the spare room.” She supposed it was the suburban version of a dungeon. There were an assortment of manacles and whips hanging from a wall-rack and a stack of S & M magazines on the side. “You could have invited me,”

  “It’s not what you think, Beth.” He tried to pull himself up before slumping back against the pull of the tightly-buckled straps and the rope around his ankles. He looked up at Lucy who had appeared at the door. “Lucy! Get these fucking things off me.”

  “Don’t, Lucy.” She smiled down on Darren. “I don’t suppose she’ll want to when she hears what I have to say.” She opened her handbag and pulled out the envelope that Ali had given to her. She placed it carefully on the edge of the bed, taking care not to touch Darren. “First there’s something I want to show you, Darren.” Her hand came out of her handbag clutched to a rolled up magazine. Without a word, Beth unrolled the magazine and held it in front of Darren’s eyes.

  “The lousy bastard! We’re being ripped off, Beth.”

  He hadn’t earned an Oscar. But if she didn’t know him so well Beth might have believed him. “Please don’t make it worse, Darren. How long do you think Clive will keep his mouth shut when the Fraud Squad arrests him?”

  “Does this mean we won’t be buying the house?”

  Darren saw the scorn in Beth’s eyes. It had been a stupid thing to say. He didn’t bother trying to talk his way out of it. “How did you find out? Oh, let me guess. Ali told you.”

  "Does it really matter? The question is what were you getting out of the deal?"

  Darren brought a tear to his eye. “I’m sorry, Beth. It was Clive’s idea. I got greedy.”

  "Don't lie to me, Darren. You're far too sharp to waste the opportunity to rip me off.”

  “You're upset, sweethear—"

  "Don't call me sweetheart! Don't ever call me that again." She stood up and wandered to the rack of whips, taking time to feel their smooth grips and test the flick of the menacing tails. Lucy waited in the doorway, running her tongue across her lips and dropping one hand to her crotch. Beth took the heaviest whip in the rack. Darren pulled against the leather straps and stared unflinchingly at Beth. She paced towards him and cracked the whip’s stinging tails on his thigh. Darren gritted his teeth and rolled to one side. The bare cheeks of his bottom were exposed and Beth snapped the handle again. Darren grunted and twisted back to lie flat on the bed. His penis was starting to thicken. Beth paused and drew the soft tails through her hand. She looked contemptuously at Darren as he squirmed against the pull of his bindings.

  “I deserved something, Beth. I do everything for you.”

  “Except fuck me, Darren.” She looked round at Lucy. “You’d rather fuck her.”

  “I was just looking after myself.”

  "I'm the mug that paid for this apartment, Darren, remember? You have a brand new Ducati standing outside and a Mercedes in the hotel car park. Exactly how much do you think I owe you?” She turned back to Lucy. “How about you, Lucy, were you in on the deal?”

  "Uh uh. Don't include me in this, Beth. I don't even know what you're talking about," said Lucy anxiously. “I'm only interested in my business."

  "Your business?" Beth spoke coldly. "Haven't you heard the news, Lucy? Darren and Jacob are taking over. You're out, Lucy, just as soon as you've finished the company manual. Jacob planned on buying Alfie’s shares, didn’t you know?"

  "What?" She brushed past Beth to look down on Darren. “Is this true, Darren? Are you and daddy planning to get rid of me? You've got to be fucking joking! You don't know the first thing about what it takes to run the business. You wouldn't last five minutes without me.”

  Darren bristled at the insult. "Don't kid yourself, Lucy. You can be replaced. You're a small-time operator. You’re a dead-weight, Lucy. You’re surplus to requirements."

  "You little shit!" She grabbed the whip from Beth and lashed out at Darren. Lucy didn’t hold back. Darren screamed like a woman and wriggled violently.

  “Stop it, Lucy! That fucking hurts!”

  "Would this be a good time to call Clive and invite him to join our discussion?" asked Beth sourly. She reached out to grab Lucy’s hand and stop her swinging at Darren. She looked at Darren. “Did you ever love me, Darren? Was I ever anything more to you than a meal ticket?"

  “What do you want me to say? You let me walk all over you. You just came crawling back like a sick puppy." His eyes blazed hatred. "You're pathetic, Beth! Now get me out of this!"

  Beth walked forward intending to slap Darren in the face. Then she changed her mind. She bunched her fist and punched him in the mouth. She stood over him like an avenging angel as Darren spat blood and jerked his wrists against the straps.

  “Oh, there’s one final thing, Darren. Then I never want to see you again.” She opened her handbag to find the envelope that Ali had given to her before turning to face Lucy. “This is for you’ Lucy.”

  “Wh... What is it, Beth.” Lucy was almost afraid to accept it.

  “I bought Alfie’s shares. Then I sold them to you. I’ll expect a check in the mail.”

  “You’re selling Alfie’s shares to me? Th... That will give me fifty-five percent. I’ll have the controlling interest. Darren and Jacob won’t be able to do a thing. I don’t know what to say, Beth. Thank you, thank you so much, Beth. Whatever can I do to repay you?” She flashed a knowing look into Beth’s eyes.

  Beth smiled and nodded at the dumbfounded man spread-eagled on the bed. “I think you’re already doing it.”

  She walked out of the bedroom and out of the apartment as the whip cracked and Darren’s muffled screams came to her ears. The gag she had seen on the side was coming in useful.

  Chapter Fifteen

  She stopped the car in the hotel car park and paused to telephone Kierran at the bank. She tapped the numbers into the iPhone that Ali had given to her and grinned. Beth had come cheap at the price. They both knew where they stood. Tom had called it right. Tom had got everything right. She smiled when she
thought of the big man. He would be proud of her. She couldn’t wait to see him.

  Kierran answered and listened. Yes, he would put a freeze on any of her accounts that Darren had access to. No, she couldn’t send the Mercedes back as it had been registered in Darren’s name. Yes, she could sue Darren for any gifts she considered had been swindled out of her. Nothing was going ahead with the franchise project and he would be more than happy to talk to Lucy about moderate expansion of the restaurant. Beth was still a substantial shareholder. He didn’t know anything about the property she mentioned and they would make an appointment to discuss the charitable foundation very soon. Before she ended the call, Kierran congratulated her. She wasn’t quite sure what for, but she guessed it related to Darren.

  Beth was humming as she walked into the hotel. She thought she’d treat herself to lunch in the restaurant. Then she was going to take a long lazy bath before she set off to hunt down Tom. The maître d’ was pleased to see her. The table he found her was set back at the edge of the restaurant. She could enjoy the hum of the late lunchers and look out of the window to the riverbank. Beth was feeling better than she had for days. She hoped that Tom would give her a chance. Ali had been a mad, exciting fling that had fizzled out after some of the best sex she could remember. Lucy had filled a need and Darren was out of her life. She would find Tom and tell him he was wonderful. He had turned her life around without even knowing it. She squeezed her thighs together. She hoped the counseling wouldn’t have too much of an effect on her sex drive. She didn’t think it would make much difference with Tom. He was sex in blue jeans. Her lunch arrived and she ate ravenously. The fight with Darren had made her hungrier than she realized. She found the will-power to resist a pudding and sat back to relax. The lunchtime crowd was thinning and Beth’s eyes drifted round the room.

  Then she saw Tom. She hadn’t noticed him before. He was sitting in a quiet part of the restaurant facing her. Across from Tom she had the side view of a slim, tanned red-head. She was a gorgeous-looking older woman. The auburn-haired stunner looked elegant and sophisticated. She was laughing brightly at something Tom had said. The wings that had lifted Beth’s heart dissolved like the wax on Icarus’ wings when he flew too close to the sun. Tom had been Beth’s sun. It had been his warmth that crept into her soul and added sunshine to her life. Whenever she had seen him she had felt like a helpless schoolgirl. He had come to mean the world to Beth and now he had sent her world crashing down around her. She had never had the chance to tell him. She had asked if he had a girlfriend and Tom had said no. Beth was angry with herself. Why the hell had she assumed that Tom would know how she felt about him? He had said no promises. Now she knew why. She jumped up from the table. Her knees rattled the crockery. Tom saw her as she walked quickly for the exit. She waited for the ground to open and swallow her up. The ground didn’t oblige and Tom caught her up as she stepped though the hotel doors.