Dangerous Desires (29 page)

her fault that Tom had stolen her panties and got caught. There again, she’d encouraged him.

Glancing at the baby alarm, she realized that it had been switched on all this time. Had Louise been listening? she wondered. What the hell was the stupid girl playing at? Sitting in the armchair by the alarm, Annabelle came up with an idea.

“Hi Alison,” she said, pretending to make a phone call. “Sorry to ring this late. I wanted to talk to you about Louise. As you know, her mother’s seeing another man, her father’s seeing several women ... Add to that the dirty photographs I’ve seen of Louise ... No, I don’t. There’s nothing I can do. If someone’s been taking photographs of Louise naked in the bathroom ... Yes, yes I will. OK, call round in the morning. And you. Bye.”

Annabelle had no idea what she was playing at as she wandered into her bedroom and slipped out of her clothes. Naked beneath the quilt, she knew that Louise would believe that her father had taken photographs though the hole in the bathroom wall. Why she was trying to cause trouble, she didn’t know. Revenge? she mused as she drifted into sleep. The girl had attempted to threaten her, but ... Everything was a complete mess, Annabelle mused, wondering what tomorrow would bring. A complete and utter mess.

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“I’m sorry to have had to ask you to come to the station, but we have to clear this matter up,” the policemen said, sitting opposite Annabelle in the interview room.

“I didn’t steal his money,” she sighed. “Anyway, I heard that he’d found it.”

“Found it? He didn’t say anything to us. This isn’t to do with the missing cash, Mrs Davis.”

“I am not Mrs ... Oh, what’s the point? OK, what is it this time?”

“Where were you yesterday evening?”

“At home, why?”

“Alone?”

“Well, yes. What’s happened? What this about?”

“Someone went to your ex-husband’s house and smashed his video recorder.”

“And you think ... Do you think that I’d do such a thing?”

“Again, there was no sign of a forced entry. Whoever is going to your ex-husband’s house has a key.”

“This is ludicrous,” Annabelle breathed, realizing that Brian had listened to her words and run to the police about her smashing something. “I don’t have a key to his house.”

“Look at it from out point. An embittered ex-wife seeking revenge ...”

“I am
not
embittered,” she cut in angrily. “For God’s sake, I was delighted when he told me to get out.”

“Delighted?” he echoed mockingly.

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“Yes, absolutely delighted. Embittered? That’s a good one. I’d wanted to get out of that farcical marriage for bloody years. The day he told me to get out, I couldn’t believe my luck.

You couldn’t see me for dust.”

“That’s not the way your ex-husband sees it.”

“No, he wouldn’t.”

“He says that you begged him to take you back.”

“Begged him? Jesus Christ. The last thing I’d ever do is go back to that lunatic. He’s mentally ill.”

“He also believes that you’re the one in need of psychiatric help.”

“Look, this isn’t going to get us anywhere. My ex-husband doesn’t live in the real world.

He’s always had mental problems and ...”

“The point is that you’re the only one likely to have a key.”

“My sister had a key to the house.”

“Are you saying that she might have stolen the money and smashed the video?”

“Of course I’m not. She gave the key back when I left. I was just trying to point out that I wasn’t the only one to have a key to the house. Anyway, no one used a key to get in.”

“What do you mean?”

“There
was
no robbery. That idiot did it to set me up.”

“He smashed his own video recorder?”

“Yes, knowing him. This all has to do with my not going back to him. He threw me out to teach me a lesson.”

“Why, what had you done?”

“Nothing, nothing at all. It’s his way to ... You have to understand that he’s not normal.

He hated everything about me. He was jealous because I enjoyed myself at barbeques and 248

parties. He hated me having friends. He even tried to keep me prisoner in my own home. He said that I didn’t need to go out and should go into the garden if I wanted some fresh air. You don’t know what it was like having to live with him.”

“So, you deny going to his house last night?”

“Damned right, I do. Can’t you see that he’s not going to stop this nonsense?”

“I wouldn’t call having five-hundred pounds stolen and a video recorder smashed nonsense, Mrs Davis.”

“OK, so what happens now?”

“We’ll make further enquires and ...”

“You mean, you’ll talk to
him
again?”

“I do understand that divorce isn’t easy,” he said, offering her a sympathetic smile.

“As far as I’m concerned, it was by far the easiest and best thing I’ve ever done. It’s the aftermath that’s difficult.”

“Yes, quite. One last thing,” he said, taking a plastic bag from beneath the table. “Is this yours?”

“Yes, it is,” Annabelle replied, gazing at a stiletto shoe. “Where did you get it from?”

“It was used to smash the video recorder.”

“What? You think that I took my shoe off, smashed the video, and then left the shoe as evidence?”

“I don’t think anything, Mrs Davis. Right, that’ll be all for now.”

“Oh, no it won’t. I’m not having this. My ex makes wild accusations about me, you interview me and ...”

“We have to look into allegations, Mrs Davis.”

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“I’m pleased that you have the time to waste on such nonsense,” she snapped, walking to the door. “I thought the police were undermanned and couldn’t cope. Obviously not. While you’re wasting time talking to me, real crimes are going on out there. ”

Leaving the station, Annabelle fumed silently as she strode home. Brian had listened to her words, she reflected irritably. She’d said something to him about smashing things and ...

He’d gone too far this time, she thought as she reached her house and let herself in. He’d obviously stolen her shoe when he’d called round and set the whole thing up. Having wasted the entire morning, she dumped her bag on the kitchen table and filled the kettle. It was her own fault, she mused, recalling her words to Brian when he’d been sitting on her sofa.

Frowning as Louise tapped on the backdoor, Annabelle let her in and offered a cup of coffee. The girl was obviously concerned about her parents and the dirty photographs Annabelle had mentioned during her supposed phone call, but she didn’t let on as she sat at the table and rested her head in her hands. Mentioning her stinging buttocks, the weals fanning out across her pale flesh, she gave Annabelle an accusing stare.

“Someone’s whipped me,” she murmured, obviously waiting for Annabelle’s reaction.

“Whipped you?” Annabelle laughed. “What are you talking about?”

“My bum’s all red and sore.”

“Louise, if someone had whipped you, you’d know about it.”

“Would I?”

“Of course.”

“Not is someone used hypnosis.”

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“Now you’re talking rubbish. How’s the studying going?”

“It’s not. Annabelle, I think ... I think my father’s been taking photographs of me.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“Nice? I mean photographs of my naked body.”

“You let him do that?”

“No, I didn’t let him. There’s ... Somehow, he managed to take pictures of me when I was in the bathroom.”

“You’ve obviously seen the pictures?”

“No, I haven’t.”

“Then ...”

“It was something someone said. You know about it, don’t you?”

“Why should I know anything about photographs?”

“You’ve seen them, haven’t you?”

“Louise, I really have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You made a phone call last night. I heard you through the wall. The walls are quite thin and I ...”

“I was out last night. What time was this?”

“You were out?”

“I went out with a friend and didn’t get home until after midnight.”

“Then, who was here?”

“No one, I hope. The house was empty.”

“But I heard someone called Carole, and Brian ...”

“The walls
are
thin, aren’t they?” Annabelle chuckled. “Yes, they were here for a while.

Carole is my sister.”

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“Oh, I see. Does she know Alison?”

“She has a friend called Alison. Why do you ask?”

“And Louise?”

“I think she knows a Louise, yes. What’s this all about?”

“Nothing. I obviously have the wrong end of the stick.”

“I think you have. You didn’t think they were talking about you, surely?”

“Well, I ... No, it was just that ...”

“How on earth did you hear what was being said? You must have held a glass against the wall.”

“No, I didn’t. The window was open and I was in the front garden.”

“Oh, I see. So, what’s all this about your bum?”

“I’m very red, as if I’ve been whipped. And my ... my bum-hole is very sore.”

“You must have sat on some stinging nettles or something.”

“No, I haven’t. Annabelle, do you know what’s going on?”

“How do you mean,
going on
?”

“Since I met you, things have been happening.”

“What sort of things?”

“The hole in the fence, the hole in the bathroom wall ...”

“OK, so your father and I have been seeing each other,” Annabelle confessed. “There’s nothing in it, Louise.”

“You meet him at the end of the garden, I’ve seen you.”

“I can’t deny that. Alison and your father have been ...”

“I know all about that. She tells me about it.”

“And, you don’t mind?”

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“I really don’t care what he does. You see, he’s not my real dad.”

“Ah, right.”

“Alison started it for a laugh. It was a dare and it just sort of carried on.”

“A funny sort of dare, isn’t it?”

“Not really. Most middle-aged men would like to get their hands on a teenage girl.”

“Mmm, that’s very true. Would you like to? Have a middle-aged man get his hands on you, I mean.”

“I suppose I would, yes.”

A wicked idea coming to mind, Annabelle wondered whether to sell Louise’s young body for sex. She was going to have to earn some money before long, and what finer way to bring in some cash? But there was another aspect to her wicked plan. Not only would she sell the girl for sex, but her first client would be her ex-husband. Her plan formulating, she realized that she could kill several birds with one stone. If Brian was caught in her house fucking the neighbour’s teenage daughter ... This was brilliant, Annabelle mused, ordering Louise to wait in the kitchen while she made a phone call.

In the lounge, Annabelle rang Brian. Pretending to be Carole, she invited him to the house for sex, an invite he couldn’t refuse. He’d arrive and Annabelle would use her power on her victims. She’d instruct them to strip and fuck. She’d then make an anonymous phone call to the police and ...

“We’re not going to waste time discussing Annabelle, are we?” he asked.

“No, no of course not. It’s you I want, Brian. I want your beautiful cock.”

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“In that case, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Probably about half an hour, if that’s OK?”

“I can hardly wait, Brian.”

“Neither can I. I was right, wasn’t I?”

“In what way?”

“You’re dying for me cock. You just can’t resist it.”

“Yes, yes that’s right. You won’t regret your visit, I can tell you that,” she giggled before hanging up.

This was going to be perfect, she reflected, returning to the kitchen. Grinning at Louise, she placed her hand on her naked shoulder and told her to remove her clothes. The girl obediently complied, unbuttoning her blouse and slipping her long skirt down her legs. As the girl unhooked her small bra, her petite breasts tumbling out of the cups, Annabelle couldn’t resist squeezing her firm mammary sphere. Leaning forward and taking her succulent nipple into her wet mouth, she sank her teeth gently into the sensitive protrusion. Her wet lips locked to the girl’s darkening areolae, Annabelle sucked hard.

Her fingertips running down over the smooth plateau of her stomach, Annabelle pulled the front of her panties down and felt the wetness within her warm girl-crack. Massaging the soft folds nestling within her hot valley of desire, Annabelle ordered the girl to slip her panties off and lean over the kitchen table. This was wrong, and there was little time, but she was unable to resist tasting the brown ring of the young girl’s anus. Kneeling behind her, she parted the firm orbs of her bottom. Fully exposing her anal inlet, she leaned forward and pushed her pink tongue out.

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“You’re beautiful,” she breathed, tentatively licking the delicate tissue of her anal iris.

Running her wet tongue up the girl’s yawning gully from the fleshy opening of her cunt to the small of her back, repeatedly licking her brown hole, Annabelle breathed in her anal scent. She was hooked on anilingus, she knew as she savoured the tangy taste of the teenager’s most secret hole. Pressing her full lips hard against the brown flesh of her well-salivated anus, she slipped her tongue into her tight tube and licked the inner walls of her hot rectum.

Sucking and mouthing Louise’s anal inlet, pushing her tongue as far as she could into the rectum, Annabelle wished that she had the young beauty to herself to for several hours. But she knew that Brian’s demise was more important. Besides, there’d be plenty of opportunities to tongue-fuck Louise’s hot rectum.
Demise
? she pondered. It wasn’t much of a plan, she knew.

The police wouldn’t be interested in Brian fucking a teenage girl, but they’d be very keen to discover why he was in Annabelle’s house.

Silly games, she mused, sucking hard on Louise’s anal opening. But she’d spent her entire marriage having to play silly games with Brian. Was the end of the nightmare in sight? she wondered, her tongue stinging with the bittersweet taste of Louise’s rectum. If she called the police and told them that she just got back from the shops and seen someone moving about in her lounge ... Not wanting to involve Louise, she wasn’t sure what to do.