Alleyn, Fredrica (23 page)

'I want to see you affected like that. And you love it, you know you do.'

He licked the tip of his middle finger and then dipped it into the lubricating substance contained in the jar. He ran his finger round her lips, and immediately they felt swollen and tingled, for the cool substance contained properties designed to stimulate the sensitive nerve endings of the body. He watched the expression in her eyes, the apprehension and the mounting excitement as her body began to remember what it would feel like when he touched her elsewhere.

After a pause he let his finger dance across the very tips of her nipples, and then heard her gasp as the unguent began to take effect and now her protests were stilled as she began to thrust herself up towards him.

He drew the hard swellings into his mouth, letting his teeth graze against them, and Cassandra felt as though her breasts would split with the pleasure as endless ripples of excitement coursed through her. She heard herself moaning and began to twist her upper torso from side to side as the tension in her breasts mounted.

The baron slid down the bed, put more unguent on his finger and parted her legs. Cassandra didn't protest, she couldn't do anything except moan in a kind of mad delirium of excitement as the cool jelly on her nipples continued its remorseless arousal of her nerve endings.

When he ran his finger around her swollen clitoris she knew that in a few seconds he would have his way and she would be nothing more than a helpless writhing mass of desire, and she was right.

After a few moments the familiar incredible heat consumed her between her thighs. Her clitor's felt huge, swollen to three times its normal size and when the baron's tongue circled it, lightly flicking against the sides, her first climax tore through her. She knew what to expect. The climax went on and on. It seemed impossible but just as white lights exploded behind her closed eyes and her muscles rippled in tearing contractions he would let his tongue touch her again and her body would continue spiralling upwards.

She was crazy with need now. Crying for him to keep licking her, demanding more and more touches from that soft, moist tongue as her clitoris burned and throbbed with an excitement that could never be assuaged.

The baron watched as she twisted and turned, utterly lost to everything now but the swollen, blood engorged tissue and her need for relief.

'Is it good? Tell me,' he murmured.

'Yes, yes it's glorious! Please, lick me again, Dieter. Please!'

'No, I think this time . . .' His hands seized her round the waist and he turned her onto her stomach then slid his jelly coated finger tip inside her vagina, letting it soak into the nerve endings at the opening.

Cassandra's body shook with the force of the climax that ripped through her and as she shook her nipples and clitoris were restimulated by the pressure of the mattress and she began to sob because unless he did something to help her this could go on for hours, without her craving diminishing.

It was then that the baron lifted her gyrating hips and thrust into her, and because her body was hurtling from one climax to the next he was almost immediately surrounded by the hot pulsations of her inner walls and within seconds she was milking him as she screamed her excitement into the soft pillow beneath her head.

At last, exhausted himself, the baron withdrew. He left her still twisting and turning on the bed while he ran her a bath and then carried her tormented body through into the bathroom and placed her in the water, sponging it over her breasts, parting her legs to make sure the unguent was removed from her clitoris and carefully inserting a finger inside her to cleanse her there as well.

Slowly, as it was all removed, her body quietened. Now and then she still trembled violently as her muscles took time to cease their wrenching spasms, but at last she was calm again and lay in the bath staring up at the baron, her dark eyes unfathomable.

'Wasn't that good?' he murmured, wiping beads of perspiration off her forehead.

'It was too much; you know it's always too much for me.'

'But sometimes you ask for it; sometimes you need to experience it like that, don't you?'

She lowered her eyes for a moment. 'Sometimes,' she admitted.

He laughed, his mood had changed and he felt triumphant. 'Do you think that Italian boy would have done that for you?'

Cassandra shook her head. 'Not unless I'd asked him to, no.'

'But you never like asking, that's what's so special about you,' he murmured, slowly soaping her back and shoulders. 'You need me because I understand you. I know what you need before you know it yourself. Isn't that true?'

She hung her head. 'Yes.'

The baron put a finger beneath her head and tipped it up so that she was forced to look at him. 'That's nothing to feel ashamed about. Perhaps it's what has kept us together for so long.'

'It was just the jelly; it was a chemical reaction!' she protested.

'Sometimes,' he murmured, 'I think that you even believe your own lies. It's of no matter. I understand you very well. And now you must dress for dinner. We have an exciting evening ahead of us and you will be needed to assist me in controlling young Nicola.'

Kissing her lightly on the forehead he left her to finish her bath in peace.

Chapter Ten

B
earing in mind Nicola's state of sexual arousal, Franchise didn't let her return to her room to change for dinner until she herself was dressed and could accompany the girl. She knew very well that it would have been impossible for Nicola, with her over-sensi-tised nerve endings and dissatisfied body, to have resisted the temptation to bring herself to a climax if she'd had the opportunity, and knew too that this was not what the baron wanted.

Frangoise chose to wear a soft apricot coloured dress, its front vent trimmed with a matching ribbon. The dress was gathered into tiny pleats at the shoulders and had a plunging neckline, while round her slender neck the Brazilian girl wound a long matching scarf. With her olive skin and model's figure she looked stunning, and standing in front of her bedroom mirror with Franchise beside her, Nicola wondered what on earth she could wear that would make her stand out against such competition.

Franchise, understanding instinctively that the baron would want Nicola looking unsophisticated this evening, picked out a silk fit-and-flare style dress with a frill around the neck and short puff sleeves. The background was cream coloured, with tiny flowers in apple blossom pink, moss green and mauve on it, and when Nicola pulled it on she looked much younger than her twenty-one years and, despite what had happened to her already, distinctly virginal.

'Wonderful!' enthused Frangoise.

'It's not very chic,' said Nicola doubtfully. 'The baron told me that he likes his women to be well dressed. This is horribly old-fashioned.'

'It's so old-fashioned it's back in style,' Frangoise assured her. 'Let me brush your hair for you, and why not put your Alice band round it to hold it behind your ears - that will make a change.'

Nicola was so aware of her tingling body, her swollen breasts and the dreadful heavy ache between her thighs that she couldn't be bothered to argue. She let herself be guided by the other woman simply because she'd been controlled by her all the afternoon and it was difficult to break the habit, especially when her flesh was so desperate for sweet relief that her mind was incapable of thinking about anything else.

When she went into the main dining room for the first time and saw Cassandra standing at the far end of the room she wished she hadn't been so easily persuaded. The baron's mistress had left her hair loose, but curled it under at the shoulders, and it was swept behind her left ear, revealing a large silver earring inlaid with dark blue sapphires.

Her longline soft pink top glittered with hundreds of sequins and the hem was cut in jagged points, a pattern repeated at the ends of the elbow length sleeves. Beneath the top she was wearing a long pleated skirt in a slightly paler shade of pink and the outfit's long, fluid line accentuated her finely proportioned figure.

Rupert was talking to his hostess, while Giovanni was in animated conversation with the baron, and as Nicola walked awkwardly into the room, Frangoise glided in behind her demanding some champagne almost before she'd crossed the threshold. At the sound of her voice the baron turned, interested to see how Nicola looked after her afternoon with Rupert's highly skilled wife. She was a little more pale than usual, but the pupils of her eyes were still dilated and her mouth looked swollen. Desire was clearly eating away at her and he smiled to himself.

Handing Frangoise her champagne he then gave Nicola another glass of the cordial she'd had earlier that day. She shook her head. 'I've already had it.'

'Today I wish you to take two glasses. It will make your evening much more pleasant,' he added persuasively, smiling directly into her eyes and watching her expression change as she gave in simply to please him. 'It makes me restless,' she complained.

'Tonight we'll help you use up your energy,' he promised, and laid a hand against the side of her neck for a moment, so that he could feel her pulse beating just beneath the surface of the skin. She kept her eyes fixed on him, every fibre of her body coming alive at this simple caress.

'Since we're all here now perhaps we should eat,' he said lightly, removing his hand but giving the girl one final smile that promised her something delightful in the coming hours.

This dining room had none of the intimacy of the one Nicola had eaten in before. It was rather dark with a long eighteenth-century table and matching chairs, intricately carved. The two largest were at opposite ends of the table. Around the walls hung pictures of various kings of France, but their faces had all been replaced by strange smiling demons and one definitely had the features of a woman.

'Who's that?' asked Nicola as she took her seat.

'The king is Louis XV, the face is that of Lucrezia Borgia!' laughed Rupert. 'It's one of Dieter's little jokes. At a party last year we had to go all round the chateau, find out where the paintings had been doctored and name the new face. It was extremely educational!'

After a short pause Rupert sat down next to Nicola while Frangoise and Giovanni seated themselves at the opposite side of the table. Then the maids arrived bringing the soup. It was a thick tomato soup with dill and cream and was totally delicious.

However, after two mouthfuls the baron pushed his aside. This is cold,' he told the silently waiting Sophie. 'I suppose you and Monique were chattering away in the kitchen and forgot to bring it up.'

'We came as soon as you rang, sir,' murmured Sophie, keeping her eyes lowered.

'Nonsense, you can't have done. I'm afraid you will both have to be disciplined for this. Let me think . . .' He stared down the table to where Cassandra was sitting. She stared back expressionless. The soup was hot, the complaint merely a prelude to some scheme he'd hatched earlier and she knew it.

'Can you think of anything, my dear?' he enquired politely.

Cassandra thought swiftly. 'It seems quite warm to me,' she said softly. 'I think perhaps they should be rewarded for their efficiency.'

For a moment his face darkened, and Rupert and Frangoise glanced at each other in surprise.

'Why don't they have tomorrow afternoon off and we can arrange a little sports competition for them in the gym,' she added. 'The winner can have Peter as a prize and the loser . . .'

'Will go to the punishment chair,' he finished shortly. Then he smiled at her. 'How clever of you, Cassandra. You're a far more thoughtful employer than I am, I fear.' The maids knew better, and knew too that their sense of fear would continue to mount all through the night and the following morning until the competition was held.

Content that the entertainment for the following afternoon had been organised, and pleased that this would involve Nicola in a less active role than the one she would play that evening, and therefore enable him to judge how she responded in a situation where she was a controller, he turned his attention back to the meal.

The main course of duck with prunes was one of the baron's favourites, and much to the waiting maids' relief he found no complaint with it, even going so far as to instruct them to give the chef his compliments. The dessert was a mango ice cream served in individual egg shapes, and the shell of the eggs was represented by a thin layer of bitter chocolate, while at the heart of the ice cream itself there was a spoonful of mango puree.

To the baron's delight, Nicola took a great fancy to this and when offered more accepted gratefully, so that by the end of the meal she'd consumed four of the deceptively rich desserts as well as more than her share of the petit fours that were served with their coffee.

The baron had already instructed Cassandra to remain at the table for coffee. When they left the dining room for their evening's excitement they would all be together. At last he rose from his chair, walking round behind Nicola's and stopping to let his hands adjust the Alice band. 'Whose idea was this?' he asked in amusement.

'Franchise thought it would help to keep my hair behind my ears,' explained Nicola. 'I'm trying to grow it,' she added.

'Franqoise, you are wonderfully decadent!' laughed the baron. 'If you have your way she'll look no older than twelve by the time you leave.'