Hot Revenge Box Set 2

Larry slices into something, chews, then says, “This is excellent. What am I eating here?”

James looks across to his plate. “Prune-stuffed pork. Regional speciality where I grew up, usually made for special occasions.” Larry’s brows arch.

Under the table, I become aware of a hand on my thigh. Ryan appears to be listening to the conversation, but ‘below stairs’ he eases between my knees, pushing them apart. Very quietly, he murmurs, “Open up.”

James and Larry are still talking. “Where was that? That you grew up, I mean?”

“Spain.”

“Really? What part?”

“Valencia Province. You know it?”

“Not well. I've visited Valencia city, but I didn't get further afield than that. So, you're Spanish?”

“My mother was Spanish. My father English.”

Ryan eases a finger down and in, tracing a line over my skin that makes my pussy warm and twitch. He speaks without moving his lips. “Wider.”

I’m trying to chew my food, but it’s not easy. Finger and thumb pluck at my panties. “Off.”

“Ryan…” My voice is a hiss.

“Off, I said.”

All eyes are on James and Larry. Nonetheless, I’m happy that, my face made-up, my flush is concealed as I raise myself from my seat just enough for Ryan to hook fingers into my panties and tug down. “Finish the job,” he murmurs. “Take them off and give them to me.”

Christ…

around the table, everyone talking to everyone

work with, I slide the panties down and over

fork, Kirstie?” James is already half-standing from

it’s fine.” I wipe it down

Again, Ryan’s lips don’t move. But his hand does, pushing between

to chew turkey while having

*****

seat. Richard murmurs something quiet to her, and she nods, grimacing. Then, “Can you excuse me, please. I’ll be

Charlotte pipes up. “Bladder?”

“Um,

you a hand. I know

is struggling herself to

do with a comfort break myself, but with Ryan’s finger working spirals between my pussy lips, I’m conscious of the dampness

Black dress, not red…

Hmmm…

me on the shoulder. “Kirstie, why do women go to

an austere expression

always wondered that too…”

say, “Because it is an ideal opportunity

at his lip.

tide of dogs flows into the room, tails wagging, noses raised towards table level, or in Emma’s case, above table level, giving her a direct line of sight

He snaps his fingers under the table, waving the greasy paper. “Hey, Scruffy. Here, Scruffy.” Michael’s rat-faced mongrel streaks across the floor, snatches at the hat

of the dogs follow him in a cloud of hair and outrage, but Ryan, Michael, Richard and Larry exchange inspired glances, snatching off their own hats. Michael wipes his down with a bit of turkey skin, then clicking fingers and tongue.

of the role of Famine, sits at Richard’s feet, raising limpid brown eyes