I don’t think, in all the time I’d been with him, I’d ever kissed him with my eyes open, but I did then. I stared at him, taking in the soft curl of his lashes…the folds of his eyelids…the tiny pits from the acne he’d still had, when I’d first met him seven years ago…everything except his kiss. I felt wooden, just a receptacle for his tongue.

He opened his eyes and jolted slightly as he noticed me staring. He pulled away and looked at me, smiling slightly. ‘Come on, babe. It’s you and me.’

He walked me, backwards, to the bed and lifted my skirt up around my waist, before pushing me down onto it, pressing my thighs apart as he did so. ‘I’ll make it better,’ he said, smiling down at me.

I just lay there.

Better to get it over with right away, or I’ll never do it. I need to claim him back this instant. It was the only thing that made any sense in my desperate state. I needed to move forward… forget about Hull and everything to do with it.

‘I’ll take you with me next time, even if you’re dying. I’ll make you come.’ He unbuttoned his jeans. ‘In fact,’ he added, determination in his eyes. ‘I’ll make you come right now.’

He pushed down his jeans, and got on top of me, leaning on his hands. ‘I’m gonna make you come like you’ve never come before.’

I could feel the hardness of him, pressing down across my mound, as he let himself sink onto me. How could he be ready so quickly? How could he want it at all?

Well, he hadn’t had it since the previous night, presumably. God, I didn’t even know. He’d better be planning on using something, anyway. Or he’s not getting any further. Not after… I tried to block it out, but I couldn’t.

He started to kiss my neck, then my face, and all I could think was; is that what he said to her? Is this what he did when he fucked her? Did he look to her like he looks to me now?

Revulsion coursed up through me, until I thought I was going to be sick. I pushed him off. ‘Get away from me, you filthy, disgusting bastard, and get out of here. Get out!’

He didn’t argue. He didn’t do much of anything…just stood there, his jeans puddled around his ankles, looking bleak. Finally, he dragged them up and fumbled with the fly, then turned and left the room.

I heard the door slam a few minutes later, and came downstairs. I actually felt glad. I was sick already of feeling sick and empty. My whole world was shattered, as if it were ice in a puddle and he’d stamped on it. At that moment, I hated him.

Eight

As I made my way across the car park to the group of cars clustered in the far corner, several more cars pulled in. More of my men. They’d arrived later than me, as instructed, masking my arrival as inconsequential. I’d never met the girl, and I didn’t think she’d recognise me - most people didn’t, and I liked it that way - but it was always worth the extra details. The others, she wouldn’t know. They were cherry-picked for their discretion and low profiles. Well, amongst other things.

The car park was rough and unshod, and I picked my way across it, watching them. The whole place smelled earthy, tinged with the fresh, slightly astringent scent of juniper. They drove slowly and carefully, avoiding the rain-soaked potholes. They clearly wanted to avoid damage to their vehicles. Expensive cars were one of their perks, and I’d left mine at the entrance for the same reason. I saw Alex’s Merc, parked by a tree, and was glad he was already there. I needed everything on tape. He’d obviously been in a rush – his car was sitting slantwise, as if he’d parked in a hurry. I hoped he hadn’t missed anything.

For the first time, I wondered if our cars might give us away. I was so used to the best of everything, it hadn’t occurred to me until now that your average dogger probably wouldn’t be able to afford a high-end car. I was relying now on the fact that Felicity moved in a similar circle to me, and wouldn’t notice the anachronism. Even so, I was glad I’d parked over the other side. My Aston would have been a dead give-away.

I reached the cluster of cars just as my remaining men were getting out. They were watchers, like me. They could rub their cocks, but they couldn’t take part. They were there to keep an eye out for members of the public, and to cover for me. If I were the only one not taking part, I’d stand out. We made our way, one by one, over to where the action was about to take place. Her car was in the corner, in the middle of the rest, and overhung with trees.

The inner light was on and, as I caught sight of her, a brief gush of relief washed through me. I could tell right away she wouldn’t have noticed our cars, even if they were on fire. She was already too busy, gobbling cock through her open car window. At the same time, my heart sank. Later that evening, I was going to have to break the news to Giles that his assessment of his little darling was way off the mark.

I held back from the guys gathered around her driver door. They were groaning and sighing as they took turns to push their meat into her mouth.

‘Yeah, good girl, Felicity,’ I heard Matt, one of my best, say. ‘Eat it all up.’

Christ, she’d even given them her real name. What was she thinking of? Was she even thinking at all? It didn’t seem like it. Her eyes glinted as she licked along the length of his cock, but they were unfocused, as if she was looking somewhere else entirely, and she was smiling in what I could only think was bliss.

To be honest, from what I could see, she didn’t look as bad as reports had suggested. The only photos I’d seen hadn’t given much away. Taken at some summer ball or other, they’d been group shots, gaggles of drunken undergrads pissing away their student loans in a beer tent. Not that she’d ever needed a loan. Maybe that was why she’d look distant and set apart from the rest. Money could do that to you.

I could see why my men had been disappointed in her. There was a cheapness to her that belied her breeding. She’d somehow sidestepped her mother’s exotic charm and even the brooding looks of her father. Her face was flat and wide. Everything about her was wide. Her eyes were large almost to the point of protruding, her nose was just too broad to be cute, even her mouth was too full… in more ways than one.

Even so, she had a certain, enthusiastic charm about her. Her fluffy, blonde curls framed a face that seemed wide awake and very different to the distant-looking girl in the photos. I couldn’t help thinking there must be some other reason she couldn’t find a man of her own.

I wondered how much pleasure she was really getting from it. Sucking on dicks encased in rubber couldn’t taste that good, even with the flavoured ones they were using specially. No one was going near her without one, or going down on her at all. I wasn’t putting their health at risk, not even for Giles. It wasn’t perfect, but usually health checks were undertaken beforehand, as a matter of course. But then, most girls knew what they were getting into. Looking at her now, I could tell she was lapping up the attention, and I felt bad for her. I knew how this would end.

She pulled back slightly, to take his tip into her mouth, then took hold of two of the other guys’ dicks and started to toss them off. As she leaned forward to take his cock deeper down, her tits, encased in a petrel blue boob-tube, rubbed back and forth against the open window.

At least she’s dressed the part, I thought, with an inward sigh. When Giles saw this, he wasn’t going to be impressed. I always took video, as routine. It protected everyone involved. But typically it stayed in-house and untouched, sealed straight away in the vaults beneath The Castle. It seemed bizarre, and quite sickening, that he’d want to see it but, at the same time, I got it. He wanted evidence, and he’d have died rather than let anyone else see.