Suddenly, his colorless eyes glowed as if they had been dipped in Satan's fire and he hauled her closer to him, his thick middle-finger slipping inside her elastic panty-leg to ease slowly between the fleshy-fringed lips of her now moistened pussy, moving downward through the velvety, pink slit toward the small quivering vaginal mouth… then, worming up into her… ever upward inside her warm, snug channel. She gaped at him during the inserting process… gaped and gasped in revulsive, helpless humiliation as she felt his thick finger sliding possessively further up into her while she stood as if frozen in horrified disbelief… and then his thumb began to massage the tiny, soon-erected bud of her clitoris maddeningly. She jerked then, bodily against him, causing her buttocks to spasm and circulate uncontrollably in his other hand, and he said: "I'm going to give you an address and you come there tomorrow. It's downtown… my special apartment. You fail me, pet… and both of you will pay… you and the kid… understand?"
Madeleine tried to answer, but her words bunched in her throat from the unwanted shocking spasms he was causing at her loins, and she could only nod her head jerkingly. Finally, she managed: "I-I under… stand."
Larreau laughed. "Good," he said. "But in the meantime… I want to play with this… this delightful little cunt of yours, pet."
Madeleine moaned pathetically, at the same time cringing as she sensed his thick finger move further up into her, while his use of the lewd, foul word caused strange, if, undesirable sensations to soar through her quivering body.
"Oh… Oh, please… can't we wait?" she heard herself whine, and even as she spoke she realized in self-abomination that she was moving sensuously upon his penetrating finger, making involuntary, pelvic motions as his finger reached and taunted the snail-like mouth of her womb.
"Oh God!" she blurted for the hundredth time.
"It feels good, doesn't it, pet?" Larreau tormented. "You wish to God it didn't, but you can't help yourself, eh? And how would you like to have a nice thick cock right up inside that little cunt at this moment… filling that round little belly… shooting its hot load into you, eh? You'd like that… but you wouldn't admit it, would you… you hot little bitch… All right… I'll wait until tomorrow… I want to be sure there'll be no interruptions when I fuck you, pet… no interruptions whatever… understand?"
"Y-Y-Yes… anything you say…"
"And now, you belong to me… is that clear?"
Madeleine managed to nod affirmatively. Then, she said: "And… and you promise about Igat?"
"Sure… sure, I promise."
"S-She's my baby… I'll do anything to get her back… You realize that, don't you?"
"Of course," he said, his thick finger worming around in and out of her damp, dilated passage now.
"And… and you'll help me… even with making Antoine understand?" she stammered.
"I told you I would, didn't I?"
"Oh… yes… Oh God…" she gasped, as vile, tingling sensations began to spread throughout her whole body.
"Damn!" he hissed, pushing his mouth against hers, his open lips engulfing her soft, wet ones, and then slowly he withdrew his finger from her vagina and she whimpered in the confused, unfulfilled passion he had aroused in her unwanting body. Dear God in heaven, she had to get out of here and think! Merciful Mother, what was she going to do now?
And a wicked spasm trembled Gaston Larreau's coarse body.
CHAPTER TWO
Antoine Poirier was delighted with the way Uncle Gaston had taken to his Madeleine from the very beginning, immediately accepting her and making her feel as one of the family. He was worried for fear that it would not go that way at all. Madeleine not being of the select social class from which his benefactor had insisted he choose a wife when that time came; in fact, hers could hardly be called even the lower middle class, her father being nothing more than a fisherman. It hadn't been an act of defiance on his part, for Lord knows, he felt greatly indebted to this man who had taken him in following the brutal death of his parents, treating him as he might his own son, had there been one, even to giving him the finest of education at McGill University; no, it had simply been love… of the head-over-heels variety, and upon first sight at that; then, Uncle Gaston had amazed him by understanding.
Antoine had found her in a small restaurant where she waited on table and where he took lunch only occasionally, until that day. The rest was inevitable, for as she had told him some two weeks later when he asked her to become his wife, she had loved him from the first moment she saw him. Her lack of formal education, or the fact that she came from poor peasant stock, nothing could have been of less importance to him; her exotic beauty stunned him; she had only to smile that first time and he was completely lost. Even Annette… snippy, audacious, envenomed Annette… even she had taken to her immediately, and from the first moment Uncle Gaston had laid eyes on her he had done little more than smile his pleasure.
Of course, the proof of Uncle Gaston's acceptance had come when he'd asked Madeleine to act as family hostess at these Friday night affairs, and he, Antoine, could barely contain his own elation… even now, as he watched her graceful movements beside his Uncle, the powerful little man holding affectionately to her hand, and the manner in which she conducted herself in the presence of Montreal's most elite… as if she had been born to it… filled him with pride and love. God, if only he didn't have this other worry, he thought.
Uncle Gaston had assured him a dozen times that there was nothing to get upset about, but just the idea of Ottawa sending officials over to look at the company books and records had upset him considerably. He couldn't help it; after all, Galaxy Mining, Ltd. was his responsibility, and because Uncle Gaston had entrusted him with its helm he felt more accountable than ever. He had worried himself to the point where he could hardly sleep nights, and of course, the whole thing was having an effect on his and Madeleine's personal lives. Their love-making had become little more than a series of abortive attempts at sex on his part, filling his Madeleine with unsated frustrations, he felt certain, and God Almighty, he didn't know what to do about it.
She was such a vibrant, voluptuous creature; he had only to look at her even in her clothes to feel immediate stimulation and a stirring at his loins, but to enjoy the enchanting vision of her magnificent young body in the rich splendor of nakedness was enough to set him off like a rutting bull. It seemed at those times he had no control whatever over himself, that nothing mattered only plunging his aching penis into her tantalizing flesh and emptying his life-giving sperm into her. He just couldn't seem to contain his lust, even though he invariably hated himself after and would sincerely vow that it would be different next time… yet, wonderful, loving person that she was, she would smile understandingly and forgive him. Nevertheless, he felt certain that his constant failures were straining their yet-to-be-seasoned relationship and he laid the whole damned mess to this Ottawa investigation business… whatever that was all about.
Now, as he watched them moving among the guests, Madeleine looked his way and smiled. A warmth crept over him and he responded with a slight pursing of his lips that she would understand… a symbolic kiss. It was at that moment that Ginny Novak joined him, taking his arm fondly and brushing one soft, full breast against it.
"Darling, I've been looking for you," she said for greeting, smiling radiantly up into his face.
"Really? I've been right here," he said, always aroused by the suggestive tiny lights that seemed to be forever dancing in her sea-green eyes. As always, she'd had a bit too much to drink and her attractive face reflected it in the slackness about her wide, full mouth and the slight glaze to her eyes. Her usually upswept, perfectly coiffured blonde-hair showed tattle-tale wild strands also, and when she spoke there was just the hint of thickness to her tongue.