Cassandra's Conflict (11 page)

Cassandra shivered and sat up. She didn't know if she could take anything more intense than the experiences she'd had tonight. He saw the doubt in her eyes. 'We are still at the beginning, my dear. There is a long, delightful road ahead of us – if you want to stay with my daughters that is?'

Cassandra looked into his dark brown eyes and felt her blood begin to course through her veins again. 'Yes, I want to stay with your daughters,' she said calmly and as he climbed from the bed and left her he looked at her sitting in her vulnerable nakedness, her body still shining with the afterglow of sexual satisfaction, and he admired her for her self-control.

'I was right,' he murmured approvingly. 'You are a great asset to our household. Goodnight, Cassandra. If you're hungry a meal will be sent up to your room. We must dine outside some other time!'

Alone in the middle of the bed, Cassandra felt the baron's seed seeping out from between her thighs and knew that whatever happened to her here she would never willingly leave him. In just two days she had already learnt more about herself than she would ever have believed possible, although she sensed that the longer she stayed the more unacceptable she might find the facts she faced about herself. But she didn't mind. And she was anxious to learn everything he wanted to teach her. She had been disciplined by her parents all through her childhood. The baron was exactly the kind of man she needed to fulfil herself, and she wouldn't ever leave him willingly.

It was not yet six o'clock, and the baron stood quietly in the corner of Cassandra's bedroom, watching her sleep. Her long dark hair was spread out on the pillow, her arms rested on top of the duvet, placed neatly on each side of her. His pulse quickened and he stepped towards the bed, glancing at the small red light glowing faintly above the curtain rail. He knew that Katya was watching and that she would have a good view. He only wished that, like her, he could be in the house all day, but in some ways having to wait until midnight before he could watch Cassandra play out the next stage of the game was a good thing. He knew that he was too greedy for the pleasures she was bringing him.

As he brushed his hand across her cheek, Cassandra stirred and muttered to herself. 'Cassandra, wake up,' he whispered urgently. Her eyes struggled to open. He knew only too well how exhausted she must be after all that had taken place in the swimming pool. He shook her shoulder. 'Quickly, wake up!'

Struggling through the heavy mists of sleep, Cassandra managed to open her eyes and pushed herself upright. 'What's the matter? Is it the children?'

'The children are fine. I have to be away until late tonight, and there is something you must have before I go.'

She rubbed sleepily at her eyes and wondered how he could look so fresh and spruce after their hours of lovemaking. The thought brought back all the memories and realising that he was staring down the neck of her nightdress her breathing began to quicken.

'What is it?' she asked, unable to think of anything that Katya couldn't have given her at a more sensible hour.

With a quick movement that took her by surprise the baron pulled the duvet off her, and she gasped in surprise. 'Pull your nightdress up to your waist,' he instructed her. She still wasn't properly awake and anyway obedience to his orders was becoming automatic. Her hands moved to her sides and she pulled at the silken material, feeling it slip up her long legs and over her stomach, leaving her revealed to him from the waist down.

He switched on her bedside lamp so that he could see her better. 'Now turn round, lie sideways across the bed and spread your legs wide.' This he knew would give the hidden camera its best view.

Already Cassandra's stomach was twisting with excitement, but between her legs her flesh felt sore from his attentions the night before and she wasn't sure she could bear another prolonged session of such delicious torment.

She needn't have worried. As he knelt on the floor between her feet he was already glancing at his watch, worried in case he was going to be late for his meeting. He reached up between her thighs and she heard a strange clicking sound. Alarmed she pushed herself up and tried to see what he was doing.

The baron opened his hand and nestled in the palm she saw two small balls joined together by a piece of thin cord with a long loop extending from the second one. She tried to pull her thighs together but his hands pushed them roughly apart again. 'Don't be foolish; these are love balls, designed to give you constant sexual stimulation while I'm away.'

'I don't want constant sexual stimulation!' she protested. 'I have to look after the children and ...'

'I want you stimulated today. Now spread your legs for me and stop arguing. If you persist in being difficult I shall have to ask Katya to discipline you for me when I'm gone. That, I think, you would not enjoy at all.'

Cassandra knew only too well that Katya would relish the opportunity to discipline her and she shook her head, then lay down without any further resistance. In their bedroom, Katya bit her bottom lip, furious that the girl hadn't persisted in crossing Dieter. She was longing to be given her for a day.

Back in the bedroom the baron squeezed a little lubricating jelly onto his fingers and moved them carefully around the entrance to Cassandra's love tunnel. He knew the flesh would be sore and had no wish to aggravate it further until that night. The jelly was cool and soothing, and Cassandra felt herself opening to him. He waited for a few minutes, his fingers sliding on the tender young flesh for a little longer than was strictly necessary, then he pulled on the sides and opened the mouth of her vagina wider so that he could insert the balls.

As the cool metal slid inside her, Cassandra gasped with shock and instinctively tightened her muscles, pulling them deeper into her. 'These will strengthen the muscles of your pelvic floor, my dear,' said the baron softly, reluctantly releasing her. 'They will widen your love channel which will make that tiny, sensitive little bud of yours press against its hood as you move about. I am also leaving you some special underwear, tight little panties that will press against you to increase the pleasure. Now stand up, let me see how you manage with them.'

She swung her legs from the bed and stood in front of him, but as she stood the nightdress fell about her again, concealing everything, and with a sound of irritation he put his hand in the neckline and ripped it from her in one quick jerk.

'Now walk around the room, Cassandra.' She did as he said, and felt the love balls lying heavily against her opening. She was terrified that they would fall out. 'Bend over and touch your toes,' he said softly. She did, and instantly felt a tug on the flesh between her thighs. 'Good. Finally, sit on the floor, cross your legs and rock backwards and forwards.' Her mouth dry and her stomach taut she did as he said, and almost at once the pressure began to build up inside her. Her breath caught in her throat.

The baron watched as tiny beads of perspiration broke out on her upper lip. 'Enough! Stand up again. Good! As you can already see, they are effective, all the more so when you bend or rock. However, on their own they should not be enough to cause you to climax, and I do not expect to learn that you have found the ultimate satisfaction with them or I shall be displeased.'

Cassandra looked at him beseechingly. 'When I'm standing like this they feel as though they're going to fall out. Suppose they do?'

'If they fall out you will suffer a penalty, but there is no reason to fear. You must simply contract your pelvic floor muscles against them at such times. It will feel good and keep them safe. These are very light, in time we will progress to heavier ones. One word of caution, be careful they are not released when emptying your bladder. That calls for a little more skill, but you will manage I am sure.'

She stood in front of him, her skin prickling with a mixture of desire and fear, and then he handed her a minuscule pair of briefs that she pulled on. As he'd told her, they were very tight, and the combination of the pressure from the panties against a clitoris already extended by the love balls excited her so much that she felt a bead of moisture gathering at the mouth of her vagina.

The baron knew very well how excited her flesh would be all day. He had anticipated her body's response, and the sight of her flushed face and heaving breasts gave him a sublime pleasure. Now he could imagine her all day, poised on the edge of an orgasm that wouldn't come, constantly aroused and unable to satisfy the craving of her newly educated flesh.

'Enjoy your day, my dear,' he said tenderly, and then he was gone and poor Cassandra was left with her already pulsating flesh, aware that she couldn't possibly go back to sleep but must instead try and distract herself from the sensations inflaming her.

At seven o'clock she went in to look at the children. In her mind she had already planned a quiet day for them all. They had a play area in the grounds with a climbing frame, slide and swings where she thought they could spend the morning, and then in the afternoon she'd arranged for Peter to drive them to the shops so that the children could have a milk shake and choose a birthday present for their grandmother in Austria, who was seventy the next week.

Everything was turned upside down by the sight that greeted her when she went into their bedroom. Christina's bed had been stripped and she was sitting in her dressing gown playing with her dolls on the table by the window, while Helena was sitting up in bed, her eyes bright with excitement.

'Christy wet the bed!' she told Cassandra gleefully. 'Papa was really cross and Lucy has to stay in her room all day'

'Most children of two wet the bed from time to time,' said Cassandra reassuringly, but neither Helena nor Christina seemed bothered by the incident. 'Lucy let her have an extra drink, so it's her fault,' Helena explained. 'Papa said she should have known better after all the training she's had. She cried and cried but he was very mad with her.'

'Did you ask her for an extra drink, Christina?' Cassandra queried.

Christina looked up from her dolls. 'Mama gived me drinks,' she said with a breathtaking smile. 'Mama kissed lots.'

Helena's eyes were fixed on Cassandra's face. 'Would you have given her an extra drink?' she asked accusingly.

'If she was thirsty I probably would have done.'

'Then you'd have been shut in your room all day and you'd have missed the riding, wouldn't you?'

'Riding?' Cassandra sat on the edge of Helena's bed and felt the smooth love balls move inside her, spreading her outwards and pulling on the nerve endings that were directly connected to the clitoris. She tensed her inner muscles, and to her shock a ripple of pleasure ran up the middle of her belly, teetering on the edge of a tiny climax. She pulled her knees together and tried to will the feeling away.

'Yes, riding,' Helena continued. 'Papa says me and Christy can ride our ponies today and there's a horse for you as well. Peter will be there to make sure we don't fall off. He thought you'd like a ride.'

The almost diabolical cruelty of the baron shattered Cassandra. He must know only too well what the effect of horseriding would be on her body and yet he'd made it clear to her that there must be no climax to ease her arousal. It was unbearable, and for a moment she wanted to cry.

'Won't that be fun?' Helena persisted.

'Yes,' Cassandra said brightly. 'It will be lovely. I can hardly wait. Now, we'd better hurry. We don't want to be late for breakfast.'

'It doesn't really matter today. Lucy can't tell because she's got to stay in her room. I think I'll wear my denims. It's allowed on riding days.'

'I'm not sure you can put them on yet. If we're riding this afternoon then we'd better go and get your grandmother's present this morning, and your Papa wouldn't want you wearing jeans to the shops.'

'We can't shop this morning, we're going to Imogen's house. She's a friend. Her mama was friends with our mama, and Papa told us we were going this morning. We can wear jeans there; it's all playing in the garden and stuff like that.'

Cassandra knew that Helena didn't realise that her day had been arranged with the specific purpose of leaving Cassandra in the worst possible situation, but just the same for a moment she found herself close to disliking the self-possessed four-year-old who had her father's air of utter confidence.

'Your Papa's certainly put himself out for you this time,' she said and Helena's sharp ears recognised the sarcasm.

'I'll tell him what you said,' she announced as she began to pull on the coveted jeans. 'I used to tell on Abigail.'

'I'm surprised he listened to you. Telling tales isn't a nice thing for young ladies to do.'

'Oh I used to get punished, but it was worth it because so did she and that made her cry and cry. We both hated Abigail a lot. Not as much as we hate Katya, but nearly.'

'You don't know what you're talking about,' Cassandra said, shocked by the vehemence of the little girl's tone. 'Hating is a very strong word.'

'I know, I know. Mama used to say it was wrong to hate anyone, but look what happened to her. I'm going to hate as much as I want. Papa does.'

'Well, it's different for men, and anyway he's an adult. Now hurry up. Christina, put the dolls away, there's a good girl.'

Christina did as she was told. 'Mama killed,' she said sweetly as she sat on the stripped bed and stretched out a foot for Cassandra to put on a sock.

Startled, Cassandra's hand stopped in mid-air. 'She wasn't killed, Christy, she died.'

'Come on!' Helena said loudly. 'I want my breakfast.'

As soon as the meal was over a chauffeur who was new to Cassandra whisked the girls off to their friend's house, and within minutes Katya had come into the room. This morning she was wearing tight denim slacks and a bright yellow halter top that emphasised her full breasts.

'I'm afraid Lucy's being punished today,' she said sweetly to Cassandra. 'It's such a bore when one of the staff are absent, but Dieter was adamant. Do you think you could remake Christina's bed for once? I do realise it's not what you're here for but ...'

'Of course,' Cassandra said quickly. 'It's no trouble.'

'Lovely, and then we'll take Lucy a drink or something. I hate to think of her lying in her room all alone without even a glass of water or anything.'

Cassandra was amazed that Katya should have a normal feeling about anyone but she liked Lucy and nodded in agreement. 'That would be kind. Besides, I'm sure the baron didn't mean she couldn't have anything to eat or drink.'

'Are you? How quaint!'

It was only when Cassandra began to make up Christina's bed with the clean sheets that she realised how much bending and stretching was involved, and every time she bent the love balls moved inside her, titillating her nerve endings and making her lower abdomen jump and go taut. The pressure from the clinging panties only emphasised her response to the pressure of the balls, but even at its most acute the arousal never reached a point where it could crescendo into the release that was needed, and by the time the bed was made Cassandra was nearly in tears with frustration.

Katya, who knew from Cassandra's trembling hands and over-bright eyes how well the balls were doing their insidious work, gave her a cheerful smile and handed her a tray with a pitcher of iced water and cut glass tumbler on it. 'There, let's take this to poor Lucy. Peter, do you have the key?'

Peter, wearing tight-fitting jeans and with his torso bare, emerged silently from behind Katya, a small Yale key in his hand. 'Yes, Madam.'