Part Five: On The Hunt
Lizzie searches for Belle and her missing laptop. But will she be able to cope with what she finds?
Lizzie was glad that she was a big tipper. It meant the cabbie who picked her up to take her to the station remembered her from the journey the day before. She told him about Belle stealing her laptop and he was outraged.
“What did the girl look like?”
“Redhead, pale skin, probably wearing something fairly tight.”
“I haven’t picked her up but one of the other lads might have done. Wait a sec…”
The cabbie radioed into base and put a call out. By the time Lizzie got to the station, he’d managed to find the guy who’d taken Belle there earlier.
“She left a couple of hours ago,” he said. “Which probably puts her on the London train, unless she was going somewhere local.”
Lizzie doubted that Belle would find much to do in the depths of Cornwall, given her taste for the ‘exotic’, so decided to head back to London to search for her. At least she’d be able to sleep in her own bed for once, even if she didn’t find Belle.
No Place Like Home
By the time Lizzie got back, she was shattered. She’d been on the move in one way or another for most of a month. Mentally totting it up, she realised she’d had sex with over 100 people in the name of research. All she wanted to do was wallow in a deep bath, but she still had work to do. Belle might have her laptop but there was no way that Lizzie was giving up on her quest to find the best lovers in the UK. She’d written her notes in longhand on the train so the Cornwall section was ready to type up. She’d ordered a new laptop and had been about to report Belle for stealing the old one when she realised its contents could be incriminating: she didn’t fancy having to explain why she’d got so many graphic reviews of sexual encounters to the police. They might think she was a hooker, and she couldn’t tell them the truth because of the bloody privacy clause in the contract.
Now that she was back home, she figured she’d spend a day in ‘reviewing’ Londoners while planning how to find Belle. She picked up the phone, glad that she could at least rely on her friends to make life easier now she was in the same city as them.
“Hi Kelly, it’s Lizzie. How are you? Good, good. Err, I’ve got a favour to ask you. You know you’re always making jokes about being the biggest slut in London? Well, I don’t suppose you could recommend any of your cast offs for me, could you? They’ve got to be good… well, the best, really. Oh, and trustworthy.”
Lizzie blushed as she lied to her friend about merely feeling horny: she’d be glad when the book was out and she could tell her mates what she’d really been up to. But for the moment, she let Kelly assume the worst, and was rewarded with four phone numbers of “guaranteed orgasm guys”.
Four In A Row
It’s amazing how easy it is to persuade a bloke to have no strings sex, Lizzie thought as she showered in readiness for man number four. In one afternoon, she’d managed to sample three different men. She’d put them through their paces: kissing, going down on her and good old fashioned fucking. Kelly had been right about them, even if guy number two hadn’t been Lizzie’s physical ideal – he’d been very pale. But once in the bedroom, he’d known what he was doing and Lizzie figured that women all like different types so decided to include him. Multiple orgasms weren’t exactly common, after all.
The doorbell rang and Lizzie hurriedly pulled her black dress over her head, pulled off her shower cap to tousle her hair and slicked on some lippy. After the pounding she’d already taken, she wasn’t feeling all that horny, but at least the lube she’d used meant she didn’t feel sore.
It was all Lizzie could do not to gasp when she saw the man at the door. Tall and dark with a wicked twinkle in his green-grey eyes, he was dressed in a black suit with matching shirt and tie. He looked like a sinister and very sexy old-school mod with a sinister streak.
“Lizzie?”
“Yes. You must be Dom.” Lizzie hoped she’d got his name right. It was hard keeping track.
“Indeed. Pleased to meet you. Come on through. I brought you this.”
Dom proffered a bottle of champagne. Good champagne, thought Lizzie as she noted the label.
Unlike the rest of the guys, who’d been on a strict timetable so that Lizzie could fit them in, Dom had the whole evening. Lizzie still hadn’t figured out how she could find Belle, but she put it out of her mind. A cold glass of champagne was too tempting. She uncorked the bottle with ease, drawing a whistle from Dom, and poured two glasses.
“Beautifully done. You’re clearly a sophisticated woman.”
Lizzie smiled enigmatically as she imagined what a ‘sophisticated woman’ might do. “Thank you. To… fun.” She raised a toast.
“To a whole lot of fun,” Dom said, grinning.
By the time the bottle was finished, Lizzie was dripping wet. Dom had started off chatting about books, films and music, demonstrating exquisite taste in all three. But as the evening had progressed, he’d moved closer and subtly brought the conversation around to sex. Lizzie liked that he’d made the effort to get to know her a bit rather than just leaping on her immediately like the other guys. It showed respect. As did his claim that, “the most important thing for me is that my partner enjoys herself”. She murmured back that she felt the same about sex. “If both of you don’t enjoy it, what’s the point? Besides, I love the taste of come.”
Dom’s pupils dilated. “God, you’re a sexy woman. I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
“There aren’t many of us around.”
Dom leaned closer to Lizzie so that his lips were almost touching hers.
“In that case, I’ll have to treat this one carefully.”
He looked deep into her eyes as he spoke, and for the first time in an age, Lizzie felt her stomach flip.
“Not that carefully,” Lizzie said in a husky whisper.
They stayed in the same position, each challenging the other to move towards the kiss, both knowing it was going to happen. Lizzie could feel Dom’s breath in her own mouth, see every detail of his irises – and she was transfixed. When Dom finally caved in and kissed her, Lizzie’s lips hungrily met his and she almost jolted back from the electricity. He held her firm, one hand tracing circles in the small of her back while the other trailed over her neck, caressing her until she was trembling. He kept teasing her, building up the anticipation then pulling back for a gentle peck. Lizzie was about to grab Dom’s hand and move it to her breasts in frustration when he suddenly pulled her dress over her head in one move, to reveal her hold ups and underwear, He scooped her in his arms and lifted her from the sofa to the furry rug on the floor.
“Lie still and don’t do a thing,” he said, and began to kiss his way down her body.
First, his lips traced a slow line down the side of her neck, occasionally pausing to nip lightly at her skin. When her legs started to press together involuntarily to squeeze her clit, he parted them and stilled them with a firm hand.
“I said don’t do a thing.”
When he was content that Lizzie was doing as she was told, Dom resumed his progress down her neck, then over her breasts. He kissed the soft skin on the underside, licked lightly over her curves in ever-smaller circles and finally moved to suck her nipples hard into his mouth. Lizzie almost came at the insistent pressure, and moaned at his touch.
“Shhhh.”
Dom silenced her with a kiss, then moved his attention to her stomach, flickering his tongue around her navel, running his lips softly down her hips and finally moving over her clit. He breathed on it lightly, gave it a rapid soft lick then said, “plenty of time for that later”, and moved to her ankles. Lizzie almost screamed in frustration. She could feel her wetness pooling underneath herself and had to come soon or she was sure she’d explode. But still Dom took his time, nipping her ankles, licking up her calves, tracing lazy patterns on her inner thighs with his tongue. When he finally moved to her clit and started to suck, sliding two fingers inside her in one move, Lizzie couldn’t hold back. She came noisily, gasping for air and almost hyperventilating at the pleasure of an orgasm that seemed to last for minutes. She had to blink a few times to help her float down to earth.
“Fuck,” Lizzie said.
“We will,” Dom said. “But first, I have a favour to ask.”
“Anything,” Lizzie said. For a tongue that skilful she’d do whatever he asked.
Wish Fulfilment
Lizzie smiled to herself. Despite his alpha demeanour, Dom had looked almost embarrassed when he’d asked if she’d go to a fetish night with him and “kiss a girl”. Clearly it had been a fantasy for a long time and he’d only got the guts to live it out because she’d phoned him and asked him so bluntly for a fuck. She wondered what he’d think of her last month’s exploits. He’d certainly looked surprised when she’d told him to wait while she got changed, then reappeared in a tight rubber dress.
“Wow!” was his instant response.
You ain’t seen nothing yet, thought Lizzie to herself.
Lizzie had never been to Decadence before, but as she walked through the door, she realised it was pretty hardcore. The pole dancers were totally naked and when they got through the entrance, a man on stage was fisting himself.
“Christ, sorry,” Dom said when he saw the stage show. “I didn’t realise it would be so full on. A friend told me about the night and I thought it sounded fun. We can leave if you want?”
“I’m happy,” Lizzie said. “Anyway, I thought you wanted me to kiss a woman in front of you? Or maybe more…”
Dom adjusted his trousers at her words.
“If you’re sure you’re OK with it?”
“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” said Lizzie. “It won’t be the first time…”
She could see Dom was having trouble walking as she scoured the room for a likely target.
The Ultimate Challenge
The dance floor had a few possibilities but no one that made Lizzie’s pulse race. The women watching the stage show didn’t look like they wanted to be disturbed, so Lizzie headed to the dungeon with Dom right behind her. This looked more promising. A sexy brunette Domme was whipping a pert tanned blonde girl: either of them would do. Then Lizzie saw a woman with red hair tied up on one of the three racks that dominated the room. Maybe she could go for a fourway snog and really blow Dom’s mind. She whispered as much to him and felt him grab her hand and put it on his iron-hard cock. She decided to start with the redhead: the other two were busy. But as she neared the bench she felt a lurch of shock. It couldn’t be? Surely not?
“Well, of all the places in the world to meet again,” she said, looking down at the helpless Belle.
“Lizzie, fuck, um, good to see you again.” Lizzie could see Belle struggle against her bonds but there was only one Domme running the dungeon and she was totally occupied with the blonde. Lizzie picked up a whip.
“So where’s my laptop?”
“I’m not telling you.”
“Where’s my laptop?” This time Lizzie punctuated her request with a flick of the whip over Belle’s breasts.
“Hidden.” Belle struggled more as Lizzie hit her again.
“Tell me or you’re going to get punished.”
“You can hit me as hard as you like. I enKelly it and I’ve got a very high pain threshold. You’re not getting your laptop back. Unless…” Belle looked sly. “I’ll challenge you. You get onto that rack. I’ll stay on this one. We tell the club owners we’re game for anything with anyone. Whichever one of us takes the most – of everything – gets to keep the laptop.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“It’s the only way that you’ll get your laptop back,” Belle said.
Lizzie glanced from Belle to Dom, her mind racing. Would he ever forgive her for taking the challenge? Even though they’d only just met, she felt like it was only the beginning for them. Then again, there was £30,000 at stake. If she didn’t get her laptop back, she’d lose the lot.
“OK, Belle,” she said. “You’re on.”
