Never: an erotic retelling of Peter Pan by Elizabeta Brooke Read Free Book Online

outside the Chapel.  The congregation jumped, and Billy turned.
      
    Instantly, as though he'd known she would be there, his eyes locked on to hers and Dee couldn't break away.  The fresh bruise on his forehead caused a flicker of distraction, a moment to wonder, and then she was lost in his eyes.  Murmurs of annoyance rose from the people around her at the sound of another, quieter bang before the offending vehicle roared away, but they were all peripheral.  Exactly as it had been in her office with her hand in his, the totality of her being was absorbed by his presence.  The nexus was upon her again and she was just as unprepared for it as she'd been the first time.
      
    The congregation settled back into their pews and the Minister cleared his throat, but Billy didn't move, and neither could she.  Her palms grew moist.  She knew people were staring but she was trapped in a waking dream where she wanted to turn, wanted to run, but was unable to move.  It was terrifying, and yet wonderful because underlying the superficial embarrassment she was revelling in the sensation of being hypnotised by her own desires - of being out of control.  And the look in Billy's eyes sharpened her hunger. 
      
    Then it was over.  The Minister's voice cut through their visual intercourse as righteously as though it were God himself speaking.
      
    "Let us pray," he intoned, and Billy shuddered, snapping of the trance.  His gaze dropped away from hers and he turned obediently back, but his shoulders remained rigid with the shock that had been written all over his face - shock, mixed with helpless desire.
      
    Around her, people were bowing their heads, as though cowed by the Minister’s words, but Dee was experiencing a revelation.  Billy couldn't challenge authority.  That's why he hadn't pursued her.  She was a woman he desired, but he also saw her as an authority figure, someone to obey, and that one factor created a vast shift of power in their tenuous relationship.  
      
    Except for one tragic occasion in her past, Dee had never let herself be dominated by anyone - James, the University Board, or even God himself.  She'd been strong and she hadn't known it.  But now she did.  Her desire wasn't helpless.  It was deliberate.  She'd chosen to watch Billy, to fantasise about him, and now, to follow him.  It had all been in her power and she could unchoose just as simply.  If she wanted to.
      
    Of course, freedom came with responsibilities, and she needed to consider the repercussions of any actions she might take.  But there was no rush.  James was coming home tomorrow.  And besides, Billy wasn't going anywhere.  He'd been smouldering along quite nicely for some time now.  Another week or two wouldn't alter his feelings.
      
    She needed to think this through first. 
      
    So not caring to wait for the end of the prayer, Dee edged past the family in her pew and stepped out into the dappled sunlight of the tree-lined carpark.  There was no urgency in her now.  No rush to escape. 
      
    Her black Jag waited patiently, but the thought of her empty house held no appeal.  Voices from the church, now raised in song, drifted across to her and on impulse she offloaded her purse and jacket on the back seat and relocked her car. 
      
    Picking a direction, she strolled off down one of the bush paths, not for any reason other than that she simply felt like a walk.  In her present mood, that was reason enough.
      
    Taking deep lungfuls of the sweet air, still dewy and redolent with the crushed-green fragrance of decomposing leaves, she wended her way into the native forest.  Cooler air touched her bare arms and budded her nipples into prominence, creating a delicious abrasion as the sheer silk of her camisole top adjusted to the movements of her body.  Her breasts themselves, although not large, felt heavy and sensual.
      
    She became aware of herself in a way she'd long forgotten.  The gentle