Star Slave by Nicole Dere Read Free Book Online

ought to go,’ she muttered, feeling an irritation once more at the way she had allowed herself to be persuaded to come back to Stella’s discreet town pad for ‘one last tipple’. ‘It’s late.’
    â€˜Relax,’ Stella crooned. ‘Your boyfriend’s away again, isn’t he? You can crash here if you like.’ Her face assumed an expression of mischievous complicity. She giggled. ‘I won’t tell if you don’t.’
    â€˜I’m not gay!’ Felicity squeaked in indignant protest. ‘How many times do I have to keep saying it?’
    Stella unfolded from the depths of the armchair and swayed over to where Felicity sat. The golden figure, looking enchanting in the loose white shirt, dropped to her knees in front of her. ‘Listen, kid,’ she rasped, her voice deepening. ‘Just who in hell are we kidding here? You can say it as many times as you like, sweetheart, but you know and I know different! I’ve been in bed with you, sugar. I know!’
    â€˜You don’t!’ Felicity felt the colour flaming her cheeks, and her voice shook with the threatening tears. ‘We might have to - to kiss and cuddle and all that, but... but—’ Stella’s fingers dug into her legs, just above her knees. ‘Get off me! I’m going—’
    â€˜You’re not going anywhere, sugar.’ Stella’s tone was calm, gently teasing.
    Felicity could feel the tears gathering in her eyelashes. ‘Let me go, please. I want to leave.’ Her voice came in a wavering whisper.
    â€˜You’re a stubborn little bitch, aren’t you? You’re going to have to be taught a lesson!’
    â€˜What? How dare you - get off! No! Don’t!’ Felicity squealed in surprise, then alarm. Stella was laughing, as though the whole thing was still just some kind of prank, but she was pulling at Felicity’s arms, and suddenly they were grappling in earnest and Felicity was out of the chair and they were sprawling on the floor. And all at once her strength seemed to have deserted her. She was lying full length with Stella’s pinning weight across her midriff. Her head was spinning as she twisted feebly in the other’s entrapping grip. She began to sob, feeling foolish and humiliated. ‘Will you get off me?’ she panted, her teeth clenched.
    â€˜You know what silly little kids need?’ Stella answered, also panting with the effort. She rolled Felicity over onto her stomach. Felicity’s feet waved in the air as she kicked out. She felt her heeled shoes fly off. She wished fervently she’d worn her jeans instead of an insubstantial miniskirt, which Stella was now lifting off her behind to expose the tiny dark brown thong which was all she had on underneath. It left her buttocks bare, for its narrow band had disappeared in the cleft.
    She yelped, with shock as well as sharp pain, at the resounding slap Stella delivered to her bottom. A vivid red handprint stood out on the pale, quivering flesh. Another slap, and Felicity screamed shrilly. ‘How duh-dare - oh! Ow! Please - nuh-no!’
    Stella spanked her hard; swift, open palmed blows which rained down on both clenching cheeks and spread a glowing fire over their hot surface. The screams subsided to a harsh sobbing. Felicity felt the intense bum, and lay trapped under the pressing weight, her feet tapping rapidly on the carpet. She felt ridiculous, and degraded. Yet at the same time, most shameful of all, she felt the corresponding wicked throb of excitement deep within her sex at the chastisement. She was weeping freely when the spanking ceased. She didn’t move, except to massage her stinging behind.
    â€˜You silly kid,’ Stella breathed. ‘Can’t you see I’m absolutely crazy about you? Why do you have to torment me like this?’ As she spoke her nails scraped Felicity’s sensitive skin as she plucked at the elastic of the tiny