It came onto her like that! Just as the launch sputtered and went dead, and she realized he was tying it up at the dock. She spasmed once… twice… a third time, and came with such violent force that she was certain she'd faint. Shannon squirted his load down her throat and the bubble burst at her crotch! Wild sensations tore through her soft, white body and her thighs quivered and jerked with the unbelievable release that spread through her.
Somehow, she heard them coming up the gravel path, forced herself erect and straightened her negligee. Her mouth hung open loosely and she tried to close it, at the same time endeavoring to force logical thoughts into place in her mind. She got to her feet, her knees hardly able to support her, then started for the door.
When she got there, the aftermath of her climax still excitingly prevalent in her loins and belly, she saw them nearing the house.
"I-I heard you coming," she said. "Is Annette with you?"
"I'm here," Annette replied. "Is that you, Madeleine?"
"Yes… it's me," she heard herself say hesitantly.
"Oh God…!" Annette said, and began to run toward the house, Sir Launcelot galloping silently along beside her.
Madeleine was entirely unprepared for Annette's fervent greeting; she had never felt that they were that close. The willowy girl threw herself into her arms and hugged her tightly, clutching Madeleine's near-naked, voluptuous body against her own while she wept on the older girl's shoulder. With the effects of the orgasm she had just subjected herself to still racking her soft sensuous flesh, the proximity of Annette's smooth firm body molded against her own seemed to rekindle the tiny prurient sparks that had raced through her loins only moments before. Madeleine couldn't contain the exciting little tremor that rippled over her. She looked beyond the clinging girl into Shannon's half-smiling face, sensing the flush to her own cheeks and hoping he wouldn't notice it.
"Ma chere, Madeleine… it's been so long," Annette sobbed. "Oh, how I've wondered what had become of you. I've worried so… even feared that maybe… maybe the same had happened to you as to Ginny Novak."
Madeleine cradled her with conscious affection against her swollen, firm breasts while the other continued to weep, and Shannon watched, not displeased. It seemed that things were running smoother than he anticipated they might… but of course, he hadn't unleashed the bomb yet. He hadn't much doubt but what that was going to change the complexion of things a bit, but presently, the matter of Launcelot bothered him. As mild and contented as the beast appeared at the moment with his mistress' emotional reaction to an old friend, Shannon felt safe in assuming that the animal could become a ferocious brute at her mere command, and he didn't intend to have to defend himself against such odds, especially when a little ingenuity could better serve the purpose.
"There… there," Madeleine was saying soothingly, holding the slender girl tight to her and stroking her long raven hair. "It's all right, ma chere… I'm happy to see you, too…"
"The dog looks hungry," Shannon said. "I'll give him something to eat, eh? Come on, Launcelot. I've got some meat in the kitchen. Come on, boy! Come on!"
The great dog stood fast, eyeing Shannon closely but not moving from his mistress' side. Shannon continued to coax, but it was useless. Then, the girl separated and Madeleine drew her wispy negligee tight over her breasts uneasily as Annette wiped at her eyes and noticed seemingly for the first time the minimum covering the other wore. The sight both surprised and embarrassed her, but for a long moment her deep hazel-eyes dwelled there before she could tear them away. Finally, she said: "Were… were you talking to me, Shannon?"
"I was going to feed the dog something, but he's stubborn… doesn't want to go with me."
Annette managed a little smile. "Launcelot's very faithful. He won't obey anyone but me." She bent down and kissed the big dog's massive head. "There, baby, go with Shannon. He's going to feed you. Go!"
Madeleine heard him whimper and watched him follow Shannon toward the kitchen. She was well aware of the plan to lock the brute in a back room and feed him doctored meat that would put him temporarily to sleep. Her Shannon had thought of everything…
"He is your lover, this Shannon?" Annette addressed her in French.
"Oui. Soon, we'll be married," Madeleine replied, then crossed the room toward the bar. She swallowed tightly. She had never realized that Antoine's wife possessed such an enticing figure… nor had she ever felt such erotic stimulation at the sight of another woman's near naked flesh before. Again, she swallowed. She said: "He… your Shannon… he came to our rescue tonight. Some of mon pere's ruffians were after a young man I was with… He saved all of us, this Shannon… at least, I hope Armand is all right…"
Madeleine wasn't listening. She poured bourbon into a glass nervously and added ice and water without asking. Her mind was in a state of thorough confusion. God, how she would like to throw herself into Shannon's arms right at that moment, and have him carry her upstairs to their bed… forget all of this horrible ordeal before them… just make love. She needed him so badly; her whole body was alive once again with the vibrant tingling Annette's physical closeness had re-instigated inside her. Mon Dieu, it was insane that another woman's body could so set her off…
"There… he's eating," said Shannon joining them, his firm jaw fixed tightly. "Then, I expect he'll sleep for awhile… at least I hope the hell he will." He walked to the center of the room and stood there looking down at Annette, then over to Madeleine behind the bar. "You can fix me one of those, too, baby." His eyes swung back to Annette, and he said: "Has she told you anything?"
Annette Larreau stared at him. She wasn't certain whether a smile was in order or not, so in it's place she offered a head-tilted half-smile. She looked to Madeleine, then back to this handsome man who had played Galahad earlier. "I-I'm afraid I don't understand…? Was she supposed to tell me something, M'sieu' Shannon?"
Shannon returned her stare with a level one of his own. "You're being kidnapped, Ma'm'selle. Be nice, cooperate, do as you're told and don't try anything. That way, no harm'll come to you."
Annette continued to gaze at him. She was trying to fathom the joke… he wasn't smiling. She glanced at Madeleine, but the blonde-haired girl wouldn't look at her. Again, her attention snapped back to Shannon. She managed: "I… I don't understand…?"
"You will… in awhile," he said, matter-of-factly. "It's not a joke or trick… I'm holding you for ransom, baby, and I expect your cooperation… otherwise, we might have difficulties."
"R-Ransom? You mean… you mean that I… I'm being kidnapped… right now…?"
"Right now," said Shannon, walking to the bar to pick up both of their drinks. He returned and handed it to her, a bit surprised when she accepted it as if she were attending some sort of cocktail party. "Like I said, baby, it's not a joke… but the beginning of a hard and fast deal with your father." He lifted the glass to his lips and drank, then swallowed. "I expect to get a half-million dollars for your trim little body… alive I hope papa feels it's worth it."
Annette could only ogle him with riveted eye. It had to be some sort of farce; it couldn't be a reality! Why… why… he had even helped her… and… and tripped the man chasing Armand…! It was crazy… but… but the expression on his face… and the way that Madeleine was shunning her… They meant it! They honest-to-God meant it! She blurted: "What did you do to Launcelot?"
Shannon caught her wrist as she started to gain her feet. He handled her gently. "He's all right," he said. "He'll sleep for awhile, but he's perfectly all right."