Elizabeta Brooke: Never: an erotic retelling of Peter Pan

Long Shadow shook his head. Intuition told him this visit wasn't about him. It was about DeMartande, and whoever was with him.

The hand withdrew and the cloaked person stood clear.

"Now," DeMartande said calmly, and the cloak slid to the floor.

"Wendee!" Long Shadow lunged off the wall, his wrists almost snapping against the manacles. It was Wendee, his love, his lover, the woman he -

…the woman who, seconds before, had put her hand down another man's pants.

The triumphant gleam in her eyes crushed the last of his excitement. He slumped back against the wall.

"I knew he would reveal himself." DeMartande's voice was smug. "You're quite wrong, my dear. He is in love with you."

"He's in love with whoever sucks his cock," Wendee sneered. "He'd be in love with Josh if he had the opportunity."

"Shall we test it?" DeMartande inquired.

Long Shadow was too distracted to panic at the thought. Wendee had heard him. She thought he was in love with Skye.

He lowered his head, tried to think. He couldn't just blurt the truth. He had to get free — had to risk alienating her further. But when they'd escaped he'd reassure her that he loved only her. She had to believe him. He wouldn't let himself think of the consequences if she didn't.

"Don't keep me in suspense, my dear," DeMartande said to her. Long Shadow raised his head. "What is to be the manner of my torture. Humiliation in front of a witness? Is that why we're here?"

"Not exactly," she drawled, and Long Shadow felt his skin crawl. He suddenly realised this was not the Wendee he had known. This creature wearing nothing but black boots, long black leather gloves and a garish silver necklace was like a mannequin who resembled his Wendee. The voice, the movements — they were all different. Yet it was Wendee.

"I'm giving you a unique opportunity today, Pietre," she said, stepping away from the cloak to stand behind him again. "The anal insert I fitted for you earlier is keyed to a touch-pad between your molars." She reached down the back of his pants and then withdrew her hand again. "Tap your teeth together," she instructed, and he did.

Long Shadow watched as his body jerked, but no sound of pain escaped his lips. It was there in his eyes though. Long Shadow's penis which had firmed at Wendee's entrance, now wilted in sympathy.

"I brought you here to punish you," she said to DeMartande, "but you shall be the one to mete out the pain, according to my instruction."

Long Shadow watched, dry mouthed as she came towards him, her gloved hand cupping his scrotal sac, weighing it. Involuntarily and in spite of his confusion, his penis stiffened. "I will make you jealous," she said over her shoulder to DeMartande. "When you feel the emotion, when you want to stop me or hurt me you will touch your teeth together. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly."

DeMartande sounded quietly pleased, but Long Shadow couldn't drag his eyes away from Wendee to gauge his expression. She was rubbing her gloved hands over his stomach, his hips, around to cup his buttocks as she leant in and pressed his erection against her belly.

Her eyes, when she tilted her head and looked up into his, held an emptiness that terrified him. Yet when she touched her lips to his, he kissed her — thrust his tongue into her warm mouth and kissed her with all the desperation and passion he'd been holding inside.

Her hands were everywhere, the soft gloves caressing, and her soft belly rubbing against him, her warm melting mouth and that tongue…

He groaned against her lips as the wetness spread between them and still she touched him — his shoulders, his back. Then her mouth slid from his and began its slow descent down his body. Long Shadow closed his eyes. He'd wanted this for so long — her mouth against his neck, his ear, the hollow at the base of his throat. She remembered it all — his nipples, how exquisitely they responded to her gentle nibbles.

Then his belly button, the way her tongue thrust in wetly. He was fully hard again now, his eyelashes fluttering open as her mouth settled over the tip of his penis.

Hold back, his mind yelled. Make it last, but something distracted him.

He'd forgotten about DeMartande, and now noticed he seemed to be chattering his teeth together. There was a frenzied expression in his eyes as he staggered towards them.

"No!" Long Shadow cried, but he was unbuttoning his pants, his teeth continuing their manic tapping.

Wendee's legs were straight, her bottom up in the air as she bent over Long Shadow's penis and DeMartande took advantage of that position, inserting his now-erect penis with a shaking hand.

Long Shadow shook his head in horror but Wendee was growling, deep in her throat, and he became so lost in sensation he didn't know what he was feeling.

The soft gloves were rolling his testicles — the pinball machine inside his mind was lit up — but DeMartande was standing in front of him fucking the woman he loved — DeMartande with his jaw clenched shut, his eyes like those of a madman.

Wendee pushed back against him, working the same rhythm she was using on Long Shadow, but her new lover stood as rigid as a corpse. Long Shadow wondered if he was dead.

Then he felt the sucking down sensation, the thick pulling in his abdomen and he closed his eyes — shut out DeMartande and everything else except the thought of Wendee and how much he wanted to kiss her again. He felt that velvet tongue slide against his shaft as she took him deep and he imagined her kissing him, stroking his tongue with her own, in and out, up and down, warm and wet, soft and…

" Mine," he groaned as the second spasm gripped him, more powerfully than the first against her belly. "You're mine," he said again, then opened his eyes and looked down.

Her hands were on the wall at either side of his waist as she continued the push, push, push against DeMartande's penis. Her head was pressed against his stomach.

"Stop it," he said and pushed his body forward to jolt her. "Stop fucking him."

"I like fucking," she said, through what sounded like gritted teeth.

DeMartande's eyes were closed and he seemed to be totally out of the conversation.

"Crawl up on me and I'll fill you with a hard, hot cock if that's what you want," Long Shadow said, his jealousy completely overriding any good sense he might have left. "Wrap your legs around my waist and I'll fuck you as much as you want." He pushed against her again. "Kiss me. Bite me. Hurt me. I don't care," he dared her.

She twisted her head to the side and tried to bite his stomach, but the rhythm she was maintaining and the flatness of his belly inhibited her. He felt her teeth though.

"Go on, hurt me," he goaded, "if that's what it takes to get a fuck out of you."

"Shut… up," she grunted, as she slam, slammed back into DeMartande.

Then the silent partner in their menage a trois made a noise, a stifled groan, and Long Shadow knew the orgasm Wendee had worked so hard to achieve had been won.

She pulled away, straightened, and reached into the back of his pants.

"Disabled," she said breathlessly. Then looked up into DeMartande's eyes. "That was the start. The easy part."

Long Shadow saw DeMartande expression. It was as incredulous as his own.

"Now stand over by the wall," she told him, "and watch me with no relief this time."

DeMartande did as he was told, his coat covering the penis that still protruded from his pants.

"You wanted to fuck me?" Wendee turned back to Long Shadow.

He could only stare into her eyes. He saw something there. Or at least he thought he did. But in the second after she released his manacles he had her in his arms and didn't care for the expression in her eyes. He only wanted her mouth, her tongue, her breasts, her ass, and the molten pool she had let others paddle in, but which was now his alone.