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He pondered that several minutes. Helen tried to ignore the
sexy the little crease between his eyebrows. “You think she would do it?”

“Honestly, Luc, I have no idea but she likes it here and
seems to have limited money. It’s something she knows and she could be useful.”

“But would she fit into our establishment?”

Dear heaven! He meant was she kinky. “As to that, Luc, the
subject didn’t come up over lunch. And would it matter anyway? She’d not
actually be living on the estate, would she? Surely she’d be up at the farm.”

“You have her phone number, you said.”

She found it on her phone and wrote it down of a slip of
paper along with the web address. “Here it is.” What was he going to do with it?

“I will have Poulain investigate her.”

That meant he was interested. “Don’t let him take too long.
She might decide to go back to England.”

“Helen.” He came close, leaning over her, both hands flat on
her desk. “Are you presuming to give me orders?’

She couldn’t help grinning. “Did it sound like one?”

“My dear, I had thought to reward you tonight for your
helpfulness but now, seems perhaps a punishment is in order.”

There was little difference as far as she was concerned. “You
think that is necessary?”

“Indeed I do. Just you wait until after dinner.”

“Is that a promise?”

A corner of his mouth twitched. “It is, better prepare
yourself.”

That happened without any effort on her part. Just the
anticipation was getting her aroused. She lowered her eyes, the way he enjoyed,
and said, “I will obey.”

He stroked her head. “Good.” He walked out, leaving her with
tight nipples, a damp pussy and a longing for dinner already to be over.

And it was not yet four o’clock.

Branko, Luc’s secretary, was back for dinner so the three of
them ate in state at one end of the long dining table. It wasn’t until they were
scraping the rather luscious hazelnut tart from their plates that Luc brought
up the subject of Poppy.

Branko listened, nodding. “You could install her—assuming
her credentials are as secure as Helen believes—and if she proves useless
you’re no worse off.”

That comment rather irked her. “And if she does put her
knowledge and experience to work, the farm would be far better off. “Luc,” she
went on, since his opinion was the one that mattered, “it appears she knows the
business and she needs a job.”

“But,” Branko butted in, “my dear Helen, you have absolutely
no idea if she would fit into our household?”

It was all sex and kink with both of them. Very nice in its
own way but… ‘‘Would it matter? She won’t be here on the estate and anyway, it’s
easy enough to check that out.”

“An investigation costs money.” Branko wasn’t ready to give
up.

“Luc’s going to see to that.” For all she knew he’d already
contacted Maître Poulain. “See what comes up. If it turns out she’s a former
nun, forget her.”

“A former nun?” Branko laughed. “Now that would be
different.” It was surely his bad luck that Adele came in just at that moment
with the coffee.

“Thinking of taking Holy Orders?” she asked. “Maybe I’d
better look for a new lover.”

His look would have quelled a lesser woman. Adele laughed
with the complete confidence of a submissive secure with her Dominant. “Better
come help me load the dishwasher,” she told him. “I think I need direction.”

“Are you wearing panties?”

“Maybe,” she replied and swept out of the dining room.
Branko was after her at once.

“My instincts were right there,” Helen said, pointing out
the obvious. Adele and Branko were a wonderfully matched couple.

“Coffee?” Luc asked.

“Please.”

He poured her a cup from the silver coffeepot. “You’re
serious about this woman?”

“I think she’s worth considering. She may be totally
unsuitable, but in that case all you’ve lost is the cost of the search. Which
is chicken feed compared to what Warburg cost you. If she does seem to be a
possibility, think how you can tell your mother you’ve found the perfect
manager just for her.”

“You suggest I exaggerate to my mother?”

“Yes.” Why not? It wouldn’t be the first time. She kept that
thought to herself.

A crash from the kitchen forestalled Luc’s reply.

“
Mon Dieu
,” he said, as the metallic echo faded. “Sometimes
one wonders about those two.”

“I think they get very creative,” Helen replied. “Branko
likes fucking her on the kitchen table.”

“Where our meals are prepared?”

“I think she’s careful to scrub the table afterward. He
apparently has a nifty trick with the soup ladle handle.”

“Dear heaven! Will I ever want soup again?”

His mock horror was rather exciting.

“They don’t use the soup tureen, at least I don’t think so.”
There was another clang, definitely metal hitting the flagstone floor. “There
goes the soup ladle!”

“He should spank her with it.”

“I think he does that too.” Back to the subject. “What do
you think about Poppy?”

He said nothing, just sipped his coffee slowly as he watched
her over the rim of his cup. She knew that look. Her body responded, her
nipples tightened and, in a minute, dampness would gather between her legs.

After what seemed ages, Luc set his empty cup in the saucer.
“I will consider the possibility but it depends on you, Helen. On how obedient
and submissive you can be. You will strip naked, right here, then go and take a
shower. I want your skin soft and warm and ready for a thorough chastisement. I
will be upstairs in thirty minutes and I expect to find you naked and
positioned on the flogging bench, ready for my attention.”

Body taut and mind whirling with expectation, Helen replied,
“I will be. Do you require anything else?”

“Yes, have ready the blue flogger and the matching butt
plug. Your tight arsehole needs attention.”

She took a deep breath, willing her body not to shake. Not
yet at any rate.

“I will do exactly as you ask.”

“Then why are you still dressed?

Taking clothes off was easy. After all, she’d had enough
practice these past few months. Helen spared just a fleeting thought on the
possibility that Adele or Branko might come back but dismissed it. They were
too absorbed in each other. And what if they did? She was giving Luc pleasure
and herself a naughty thrill, which was more than enough reason to slip off her
shoes, jeans and sweater. Socks, bra and panties followed quickly. She folded
each carefully, making a neat pile on a chair. Luc had once threatened to take
a cane to her when she’d dropped her clothes in a heap on the floor.

She didn’t think he would do that—canes being one of her
limits—but there was no point in taking risks when the alternative was kinky
pleasure.

“Come closer,” he said as she turned to him and smiled.

She stepped toward him and he stood, his eyes taking in
every inch of her. Seemed he never tired of having her naked for him. “Should I
kneel?”

He appeared to consider the idea. “Not now,” he replied. “I’ll
have you suck my cock before I’ve finished with you, but for now just stand
there and think about what will be coming. Don’t move.” His hands came up to
cup her breasts, his fingers stroking and gently kneading before closing on her
nipples and tweaking them. They went hard at once. No surprise that, his touch
always seemed to ignite a wild need in her body. He knew it too and took every advantage.

He played with her nipples several minutes before trailing
his hands down her chest and across her belly, stopping just short of her bush.
He was definitely out to tease. “Are you prepared for a good flogging?” he asked.

“I will be.”

His wide mouth curled in a wicked grin. “Oh you will be. I’ll
see to it, Helen.” His kiss was soft and gentle, just a brush of his lips
against hers, but she felt it deep in her cunt.

“No, Luc, I’ll see to it.” She turned to reach for her
clothes but he stopped her.

“I’ll bring them up. You get in that shower and be sure you
are in position when I arrive.”

As if she would lollygag around after what he’d promised.

Helen went upstairs to her room, showered and slathered her
body with scented lotion. Luc liked her perfumed and it was an indulgence she’d
come to enjoy. All set, she walked into the room that connected her bedroom to
Luc’s suite. She often thought it was a darn good thing this room had no doors
connecting to the landing. If a stray visitor, not that they had many, ever
wandered in here by mistake… She chuckled. Shock would be an understatement.

The room was large, the long windows shuttered, the walls
covered with dark-purple velvet and the floor with cork, warm for naked feet
and sound absorbing. But it was the furniture that never ceased to catch Helen’s
eye­­ and put the wild thrill in her groin. Where Luc had acquired this
collection was beyond her. Was there a kinky furniture store somewhere in
France? Or were they custom pieces made to order? Whatever it was, the articles
in this room—with the exception of a couple of chests of drawers and a closet—were
designed for pleasure or, more accurately, erotic torture.

One particular article stood in the center of the floor and
now awaited her. Luc’s whipping bench was a masterpiece, made of solid, dark
oak and upholstered in soft red leather, complete with assorted straps and
restraints. Its use and purpose could not be mistaken. Before long he’d have
her strapped down and shaking with anticipation, but first… What had he told
her to get out? The bright-blue flogger. She knew that of old, it had mixed
tresses of soft suede interspersed with narrow leather ones and those nasty
narrow ones packed a punch when they landed on naked flesh. Luc had, on
occasion, used the curiously smooth handle to bugger her. Not that he’d do that
today, she imagined, since he wanted a butt plug ready for his amusement. The
blue one he’d chosen wasn’t the biggest in his collection but big enough so she’d
know she was well and truly plugged. Helen put a tube of lubricant beside it.
He wasn’t shoving that up her without a little gel to ease the way in.

All set, she made a last trip to the bathroom then
positioned herself on the bench.

It was comfortable, incredibly so. The layer of foam under
the leather conformed to her body, easing any pressure on her breasts as her
shoulders and hips settled comfortably. Spreading her legs—Luc liked her open
and available—Helen rested her shins and knees on the supports on each side.
The headrest always made her think of a massage table. For all she knew, Luc
had nicked it from one, but it gave comfort and support to her head and neck.
As Luc always said, it was important to start feeling relaxed even if it only
lasted a couple of minutes. Her arms she let hang. Maybe he’d tie them down by
her sides, or pull them over the head. Sometimes he left them free, but with
the caveat to not move.

Helen took a deep breath and waited. Luc would come when it
suited him. What mattered was she ready and waiting. In the quiet, she heard a
door close downstairs and footsteps ascend the main staircase.

He was coming.

She never heard the door open, probably because of the
pounding in her ears, but she felt his hand on her head and let out a sigh as he
stroked her hair.

“Perfect,” he said. “You follow direction so well, my dear.”
She’d learned to. Months back she’d taken out the wrong pair of handcuffs and
he’d cuffed her to the foot of her bed for hours to consider how negligent
she’d been to his request. She’d been primed and aroused and being left
unsatisfied had been close to torture. Not an experience she was eager to
repeat.

“Are you ready, my sweet,” he whispered into her hair, “for
a thorough flogging?”

“Yes, Luc.”

“Is it what you need?”

“Oh, yes it is.”

“Am I the best one to deliver it?’

“You are.”

“Do you truly deserve this?”

‘“That is for you to judge.”

“It is, isn’t it? However I do feel you need this very much,
my dear. So, that said…” He broke off, as he picked up her left arm and tied it
down on the armrest to the side. “I need you restrained, my dear. I want you
helpless and immobile. You do consent, don’t you?”

As if she’d refuse! “I do, Luc. I do.”

“I thought you would.” He walked in front and took care of
her right arm just as quickly. They both knew, in this position with arms
restrained she couldn’t go anywhere. All she could do was wait for whatever he
chose to administer.

It was a couple of sharp slaps, one on each butt cheek. She wasn’t
expecting them and gasped.

“Hush, Helen. They weren’t hard, now were they?”

“No, but unexpected.”

“That was the whole point, my dear. “ He gave her naked
bottom several more slaps and these she took silently. Might as well. No point
in starting up this early in the game. “Let me show you something,” he said,
walking away from her and coming back moments later, holding a miniature
paddle. It was narrow, less than a couple of inches wide, and only about eight inches
long. It would sting but not deliver the punch of a larger paddle.

“This is special,” he said. “It goes with this.” He held up
the blue butt plug. “It’s used to make sure the plug goes as deep as possible.
And tonight I’m going to use it on you. “

“May I see it?”

He brought it closer. She couldn’t touch but it looked as if
it were made of plastic or rubber. It would hurt. Probably. Helen wasn’t too
sure about this, but he’d plugged her many times and she enjoyed the sensation
of being filled and invaded. Would this be very different? Maybe more intense?

“Going to object?” Luc asked.

The both knew if she did it would go back into the drawer or
his pocket, or wherever he’d produced it from, but then she’d miss a new
sensation. “No, but I’m a bit scared.”

“Good. That’s just how it should be and, since you agree,
time to tie you down completely.”

Straps around her ankles and thighs took care of that.
Unable to move, Helen sagged into the bondage. Might as well, while she could.
Soon relaxation would be the last thing she’d be doing.

“I love to see you like this,” Luc said, stroking her back and
gently rubbing her thighs. “Naked, helpless, ready and willing for whatever
comes. You are quite splendid, my dear, quite wonderful and so deliciously
submissive.” He leaned close and whispered, “Ready to get plugged, my dear?”

“Yes, I’m ready.”

“Good. Open wide and hold this for me, dear.” He held out
the little paddle.

“You want me to hold it in my teeth?”

“Yes, it will keep you quiet. Come on.” Wouldn’t be for long
if he planned on giving her a few whacks with it. She opened her mouth and he
placed the paddle between her lips. “Don’t bite,” he said. “If I find teeth
marks I shall have to punish you.”

It felt odd, but not uncomfortable, to have it in her mouth
but it was as effective as any gag.

Luc came back, butt plug in one hand and a small jar in the
other. “I see you presumed to put out your choice of lubricant. Sorry, Helen,
but I have a special one I want to use. I think the effect might be
interesting.”

Damn, not one of those herbal potions he liked to bring back
from his trips. The last one had stung like crazy and that had been on her
nipples. No wonder he wanted her as good as gagged. He dipped the plug into the
jar and it came up glistening. She could refuse. That was part of their
agreement. It would be quite acceptable to open her mouth and let the dratted
paddle fall while she delivered a resounding refusal, but one of those potions
had given her the climax of her life.