Cassandra's Conflict (10 page)

His teasing fingers were driving her out of her mind; all her senses seemed to be concentrated between her thighs, all she wanted was for something, anything to touch her there where her body was inflamed with unsatisfied excitement. She tried desperately to think of the answer he wanted, and as she was thinking, his hands spread her more widely and he lowered his mouth to kiss the inside of her trembling thighs while his fingers continued to brush her thick dark pubic hair like a soft breeze.

'It's a punishment!' she gasped, suddenly remembering. 'I was late for breakfast and this is my punishment.'

'Good! Good!'

Very carefully he parted her outer lips, and for the first time saw the delicate light pink of the inner lips that he would tantalise and inflame until she could bear it no longer. A small slick of moisture was escaping from the narrow opening but her clitoris was still buried and she was so tense that he realised it would take longer than he'd imagined in the pool.

'Relax, Cassandra,' he murmured soothingly. 'Just lie still now, and let me teach you what a man can do for a woman.'

Cassandra wanted to relax, wanted him to do something, anything, about the tight aching flesh he was touching with his slim, cool fingers but she couldn't help remembering Paul and how his impatient hands had always left her sore and frustrated so that there had never been anything in their love-making for her except a disappointment and a sense of failure, and she didn't want to fail this fascinating man leaning over her body so possessively.

'It won't be any good.' Her voice was so low he had to strain to hear the words.

'Of course it will be good,' he assured her. 'Trust me now.' He glanced at his mistress who quickly reached up to a small chill cabinet on the wall behind her and brought him a tall aerosol can. He took it from her, squirted a small ball of foam into the palm of one hand, then dipped his fingers in it and began to spread it lightly up and down the channels of Cassandra's revealed flesh.

She jumped at the unexpected coolness and tried to sit up. 'No, lie still; it's only cream, just to help us on our way a little.' With great care he smoothed the mousse-like mixture all around her, working it over every piece of flesh and swirling it round her increasingly damp entrance before bending down and flicking it away with his tongue, making her jolt up off the bed in shocked surprise.

Although she knew the movement was involuntary, Katya fully expected the baron to reprimand Cassandra, but instead he gave a tiny secret smile and when he saw her struggle to regain her previous immobility he nodded in delight. 'Excellent, my dear. You're a quick learner.' Katya frowned, and waited for those boyish hips to start twitching, a movement she wouldn't be able to control and which would certainly bring her punishment.

Cassandra stared up at the white-tiled ceiling and wondered how what she and Paul did together in their marriage bed could in any way be related to what was happening to her now. Her breasts were so sensitive they even responded to the movement of air from the fan above her, her spine and the backs of her legs were tingling from the touch of the Persian rug and the tight heaviness of her belly reached down to where the baron's cunning hands were persecuting her tormented flesh until she felt like she was going to melt with the sensations he was eliciting.

As the baron licked the cream from her he let his tongue flick round the entrance to her inner passage and she was so over-stimulated there that she tried to draw away, but his hands gripped her thighs and kept her still. When all the cream had gone he brought Katya round to his side and got her to hold the girl carefully open while he concentrated on finding and arousing that tiny hub of pleasure that would finally push her over the edge into her long delayed climax.

Katya was excited too; he could hear it from the way she was breathing and see it in her heaving breasts and the moisture that trickled down between them. His eyes warned her not to speak as he tenderly inserted one long, narrow finger inside Cassandra and moved it almost imperceptibly from side to side, waiting for the dampness to surround it.

Very quickly now her juices began to flow more easily, and at last as Katya held back her outer lips, Cassandra's clitoris was finally revealed to them, still covered by the protective hood but swelling with excitement at the baron's skilful ministrations.

He moved a hand to the base of her tense, trembling abdomen and rotated his hand, watching as the pulling motion of the surrounding skin indirectly stimulated the clitoris as well and now, at last, Cassandra's hips began to twitch and she gave a quickly stifled moan. 'Touch yourself, Cassandra,' he told her tenderly. 'Put your hands on your breasts, squeeze your nipples, rub them as you'd like me to rub them. Do it, do it now.'

His words excited her so much that she didn't hesitate. Her hands went gratefully to her burgeoning breasts and she grasped them eagerly, like a child reaching for its bottle. He was thrilled by her obedience, and by the obvious pleasure she got from her own, unskilled hands.

Carefully, cunningly he continued to move the centre of her pleasure by indirect manipulation and her hips twitched more and more until they were raising themselves up off the bed as her abdomen tightened so much that it was visible even to him. The taut skin added an edge to his own and Katya's arousal and he felt Katya's hands move towards his pulsating erection. Furiously he turned to face her, and when she saw his expression she quickly removed her hand.

'Keep still, Cassandra,' he remarked at last, but there was a gentleness in his voice that Katya had never heard before at this stage in any game and she looked sharply at him. The girl tried, they could both see that, but it was too much to ask of her untried body and her nerve endings couldn't be controlled.

The baron gave a soft laugh and released the pressure against her pubic bone, quickly sliding his hand lower until finally he was able to run his finger around the outside of the soaking clitoris, barely touching the flesh but driving her insane with the delicacy of the movement. She needed more, and groaned in her ecstatic torment.

'Silence!' Katya shivered with delight at the harsh note that had finally entered his voice. This was how she liked the game to be played. Without needing to be asked she handed him the final implement, a long, pointed feather, which he carefully twirled in the hot liquid at the mouth of her entrance; then he trailed up the jumping, teased and over-excited flesh, making Cassandra thrash her head even more frantically around, at one stage burying it in the rug in a frantic attempt to silence her moans of bliss.

At the clitoris itself he hesitated, and Katya expelled her pent-up breath as she watched and waited. His hand was steady, but inside the baron too was stimulated almost to breaking point, knowing that the girl on the bed was fighting so desperately to obey his rules, trying to discipline a body beside itself with new and all-consuming sensations, and that in a moment he would plunge her into an abyss of bliss she had never imagined even in her wildest dreams.

Katya pulled the outer lips wider apart, exposing the clitoris more. As he expected, at the peak of its excitement the clitoris tried to withdraw and he bent his head closer to the quivering body spread-eagled on the bed. 'Bear down, Cassandra, push down hard, show yourself to me.'

She could feel her flesh withdrawing tightly into itself, feel the bunching of the nerve ends, the gathering tightness that was like cords inside her body, but she struggled to do as he said and he saw with appreciation that her obedience had been total as the clitoris was forced out again, utterly exposed to the merciless feather.

Swiftly and deftly he let it brush against the centre of all Cassandra's sensations, encircling the swollen bud and then covering the top. Her body reacted as though she'd been electrocuted.

Katya, knowing what to expect, threw herself across Cassandra's knees, but the previously unawakened girl's upper body thrashed from side to side, her hips lifted themselves high off the bed while her mouth opened and she screamed deliriously, almost losing consciousness with the intensity of her climax as all the over-stretched and diabolically tortured nerve endings were finally permitted their release.

The baron watched her body as it continued to twist and twitch, and he wouldn't allow her to close her thighs against the relentless arousal of the feather even when she wanted to. Instead he kept up the stimulation until her last cries died away and the pleasure began to turn to discomfort. Then, and only then, he ceased.

As Cassandra lay there, drenched with sweat, her eyes closed and her hair clinging limply to her head, Katya turned sweetly to him. 'She moved,' she said with satisfaction. 'What's the punishment for that?'

He looked at her with considerable interest. 'I rather thought you'd say that, my dear Katya. Unfortunately you seem to have forgotten that you were meant to keep silent, and the punishment for speaking is banishment. Leave us now.'

Katya flushed scarlet. Now was the best time. Now was when he would let her begin to rearouse the trembling girl, long before her screaming and defenceless nerve ends really wanted it and she always loved their second, reluctant and spine-shattering orgasm which often made them weep because it brought as much pain as pleasure.

'No, please!'

'Don't beg, Katya, it disgusts me. Leave at once!'

'Shall I send Peter in instead?'

He raised an eyebrow. 'Do you think I need help? How unflattering.'

'But Dieter ...'

On the bed, Cassandra stirred and moaned and the baron quickly looked at her with his appraising eyes. There was no doubt she was exhausted, but she would welcome him, he was sure of it and he had no intention of letting Katya be there for that. He reached out and cupped a hand round Katya's soaking vulva, gripping her so tightly that her nipples hardened with the pain.

'Get out of here, now,' he said irritably. With a cry of frustration she went, leaving him alone with Cassandra.

Dieter von Ritter slid onto the bed and positioned himself above the exhausted girl, now staring up at him with tranquil eyes. 'Lift your hips,' he said urgently, and as she obeyed he slid a small pillow beneath them. 'That's good, now wind your legs round my waist, quickly!' She thought it an impossible order, her legs felt too heavy to move, but to her surprise she was able to do as he said, and as her small ankles crossed behind his back he lowered himself onto his elbows, hesitated for a second and then thrust the distended head of his cock into the tight warmth of her.

Cassandra's body had been winding down, but at this intrusion the nerve endings began to come alive again, and she felt sparks of pleasure radiating upwards towards her navel. He waited a moment, rotating his hips so that he was stimulating the area just inside the entrance, where her G-spot should be, but he was too close to climaxing to be able to wait and find the tiny swollen gland on the inner wall and although he could tell from her widening eyes that he had been close he couldn't wait any longer and suddenly gave himself up entirely to his own pleasure. He thrust harder and harder, feeling her body jolt with each movement and enjoying her gasps of protest at the force of his thrusting until at last the almost unbearable tightness in his testicles burst free and he felt the warmth of his ejaculation rush through him until it exploded into the bucking, gasping body of the girl beneath.

It was the most intense orgasm he'd had for several years, shaking his whole body from head to foot, and he was surprised to hear himself groan with relief as his sperm gushed into her, freeing him from the tension just as he'd freed her minutes earlier.

Beneath him, Cassandra pressed her hips hard against his, caught in another swirling vortex of pleasure that made even her fingers and toes tingle and when he collapsed on top of her she had no idea that all he usually did after a climax was withdraw and walk away.

He was heavy, but she didn't mind, she simply lay there and enjoyed the feel of his male body covering hers.

When the baron finally came to his senses he was amazed to find himself lying on the girl and quickly rolled off her, turning his back and trying to gather his senses. 'Next time,' he said as his breathing became more even, 'you will learn to share your pleasure.'

Cassandra heard the words, but didn't fully understand the meaning. 'Share?' she asked.

'But of course; you've a natural sensuality, my darling girl, and it would be selfish in the extreme to deprive others of an opportunity to take pleasure from this. Also, we must develop your self-control. You did well today, but in future some of the mistakes you make will have to be punished.'

All Cassandra really took in were the words 'darling girl'. She didn't much care about the rest of it, that endearment was enough for her. She'd heard him speak to Katya, and to her during their evening's sexual pleasure, but it was the first time he'd used that particular expression and she was quite certain that it was special, and equally certain that she could become special to him. She had to learn to become special, because he was like an addictive drug and she knew she would never have such pleasure from any other man. She also realised that Katya must feel the same, and there wouldn't be room for both of them in his life.

'Why do you make your children use the bathroom at set times?' she asked sleepily, and the change of subject took him by surprise.

'They must be able to control their bodies. If I take them to the theatre or the ballet I don't want them fidgeting around demanding that I take them to the cloakroom. Their bladder and their bowels must be mastered early. It's all a question of training.'

'Well I don't think I could do it all the time. Suppose you've had a lot extra to drink or something? What happens then?'

The baron remembered Abigail and smiled to himself. 'Then, my dear Cassandra, it all becomes an incredible challenge and can have very stimulating results, as you will discover in time.' He turned to face her and pressed his hand hard against her stomach. 'What you felt here, today, can be made twice as arousing, twice as explosive; you will find yourself driven hysterical with the sensations that can be aroused in such situations, Cassandra, and teaching you will be one of the greatest pleasures in my life so far.'