Belle - Lesley Pearse [10]
‘Wasn’t that splendid?’ he asked.
‘Oh yes, dear,’ Millie replied, her voice so weak and feeble it was hardly there at all.
‘So let’s have no more of this shilly-shallying,’ he said. ‘You’ll leave here tomorrow morning and come with me to Kent?’
‘I can’t,’ she said weakly. ‘Annie won’t let me go, she needs me here.’
‘Rubbish! Whores are ten a penny, and most far younger than you. And why did you lie to me about last week?’
His voice, which had never been tender with her, was now becoming positively menacing.
‘I didn’t lie to you,’ she said.
‘You did. You never have a night off from here and you have no aunt. You purposely avoided me last time I came. And you never intended to come and live with me.’
Millie denied it. Then a sharp crack punctuated by a cry revealed that he’d hit her. ‘That will show you what happens when I’m lied to,’ he hissed at her.
‘I avoided you because of this,’ she cried out. ‘Why do you hurt me when you say you want me to live with you?’
‘A whore must expect such things,’ he said, as if surprised by her protest. ‘Besides, you love me fucking you.’
All at once Millie jumped off the bed and Belle saw she was wearing nothing but a little lace-trimmed camisole, her big soft breasts billowing over the top, and her abundant pubic hair showing beneath. ‘I don’t love it at all. I pretend to because that’s what I’m supposed to do,’ she said defiantly.
Belle instinctively knew such a statement was not going to please this man, and that Millie might even be in danger from him. She willed her to run to the door and get out now while she could.
But before the girl could even think of fleeing, his arm reached out to grab her and he hauled her back to him on the bed.
‘You bitch,’ he snarled at her. ‘You led me on with your sweet talk, fed me lies and more lies. I’ve made plans for us, and now you say you were pretending!’
‘Us girls are told to be nice to our customers,’ Millie argued.
He hit her again and this time she yelped with pain and begged him to let her go.
‘I’ll let you go all right,’ he responded. ‘Straight to the devil where you belong.’
Just the crazed way he spoke suggested to Belle that he was going to kill Millie. She so much wanted to be brave, to get out from under the bed and whack him over the head with the chamberpot before alerting Annie to what was going on. But she was frozen with fear and unable to move a muscle.
‘No, please!’ Millie pleaded, and there was a sound of thrashing around as if she was trying to get away from him. But gradually the sound abated, and as Belle could hear heavy breathing above it she thought her fears had been groundless because he was kissing Millie again.
‘That’s better,’ he said softly as finally the struggling stopped. ‘Just give in to me. That’s how I like it.’
In her fear Belle had retreated to the centre of the bed, so she could no longer see them in the mirror. But the way the man spoke suggested that the nastiness was completely over and he was about to start fucking Millie again. Belle thought she would wait for the thumping, slapping sound to begin again and then she would creep out and make a run for the door.
But some little time passed and there was no thumping, just the heavy breathing, so she wriggled to the side of the bed so she could see their reflections in the mirror. What she saw was so shocking that she almost cried out.
The man was kneeling up on the bed, completely naked now and rubbing his cock while holding it to Millie’s face. Her chin was jutting upwards, exposing her white neck, but she wasn’t reacting to what he was doing. Her eyes seemed to be almost popping out of her head and she looked as though she was screaming, only there was no sound coming out of her open mouth.
Belle forgot her own terror in her fear for Millie. Silently she turned beneath the bed until she was facing the door, crawled down to the end of the bed, then gathered herself while still out of his line of vision for the last dash