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cane against her. ‘How many?’ he repeated fiercely.
    ‘Why, you do me an injustice,’ replied Lucy, adopting the air of one offended. ‘Or do you pay me a compliment? You’ve been away only nine days.’
    ‘Tell me about Clarissa.’
    Lucy shrugged. ‘I haven’t seen her for some three years, though I’m told she’s a beauty. A beauty, of course, whose naivety is unlikely to appeal to Marldon.’
    ‘And?’ urged Julian. ‘Your role in solving this slight problem is …?’
    ‘Is divulged when I receive my cadeau ?’ she said imperiously.
    Julian teased her pulsing sex with a soft, skimmingcaress of the cane. ‘Has Gabriel had you during my absence?’ he enquired, his face devoid of all expression.
    ‘But of course,’ said Lucy airily, wondering if perhaps this time she might provoke him to jealousy.
    ‘Then your cadeau , my sweet, is between your legs.’
    Lucy could not understand him. Did he mean to chastise her with a common walking cane? Surely not. He knew her passions were roused by only the finest implements. Then maybe he was jealous – actually jealous! And he was to torment her by offering a mere stick with which to satisfy her needs.
    ‘Are … are you to deny me?’ she asked.
    ‘What do you feel here?’ He pushed the tip into the vent of silk and rubbed it over her tender flesh. ‘Concentrate. What do you feel?’
    Lucy felt the smooth glassy end rubbing against her folds and nudging at her engorged clitoris. She felt her plump lips separating, and then the object gliding along her slick, wet crease. She felt it hard and round, poised at the aching mouth of her openness. It felt as if it would slide into her far too easily and she said as much.
    ‘Like this?’ he suggested. Swiftly, he drove the cane into her moist depths.
    Lucy gasped. Though the shaft was slim the head pushing before it was large and bulbous. Julian moved the rod in small rotations, stirring it against the walls of her vagina, teasing her with its strange, shifting pressures. Glorious tremors rushed within her and her desire liquefied with heavy slowness.
    ‘Does it feel like a cock?’ asked Julian.
    ‘A little,’ she replied hoarsely.
    ‘A little cock you mean? Perhaps like Gabriel’s?’
    Lucy smiled inwardly. ‘Not at all,’ she breathed. ‘Gabriel has a most handsome cock.’ He was jealous, she thought exultantly. Measurements had never concerned him before.
    ‘Of course,’ he said smoothly. ‘How foolish of me tothink you would accept anything less. Then does it feel like a cane, an ordinary cane?’
    ‘I’ve never –’
    ‘Close your eyes,’ he clipped. He withdrew the ebony rod and Lucy’s skirts rustled to the ground. ‘Kneel before me.’
    Lucy, her eyes shut, her sex burning, allowed herself to be manoeuvred into place. She felt his open thighs snug against her arms and heard him fumbling with the buttons of his fly. Then his hand cupped her head, bringing her mouth down to touch something rounded and smooth.
    It was the cane, salt-sweet and hot from her own body. At Julian’s command she sucked her wetness from the hard knob and explored its contours with her tongue.
    ‘And now this,’ he said, clutching a handful of her curls. He guided her into a new position.
    This time the touch was familiar: it was the satinsmooth head of Julian’s stiffened prick. With an eager mouth, Lucy sheathed his warm length, closing her lips firmly about the thick root. His coarse hair brushed against her nose as she nuzzled deeply, breathing in his musky closeness. Heeding Julian’s words, she sucked back and forth, then played her fluttering tongue over the lines and folds of his swollen glans. Ah, now she understood.
    Julian tugged at her hair, forcing her to pull back. Before her eyes was his tumescent flesh, potent and glistening. Next to him was the cane, its purple glass tip moulded and scored to represent the unfurled head of a phallus.
    ‘Why, it’s stupendous,’ breathed Lucy. ‘What a