Cassandra's Conflict (26 page)

Rupert roughly pressed her back against the bedpost, slapping at her abdomen with his hands until she obeyed, and only when she managed to make herself stand still, did he force his way into her. Cassandra could imagine the feeling of its initial intrusion only too well, yet Katya's eyes were enormous with excitement, and his hard, ruthless thrusting made her scream with a mixture of pain and passion that fascinated the baron who tightened his grip on Cassandra's breast without even realising it.

For several minutes Rupert continued his brutal thrusting, and Katya continued to scream more and more loudly, further excited by Françoise who was hitting her slowly and rhythmically across the belly with the cane causing red weals to appear on the carefully nurtured blemish-free skin.

Finally it was all too much, and yet again Katya's body jerked and shook as she was racked by a final, glorious climax that triggered Rupert's, and Cassandra watched as he bucked and shuddered against the fastened body of his best friend's mistress.

As Françoise began to unfasten Katya, the baron turned off the set. 'They look as though they're going to have a good night! Let's hope we can enjoy ourselves without the pain, my darling.'

Cassandra was unbearably excited by what she'd witnessed. Although it wasn't the way she would choose to gain sexual satisfaction, seeing Katya so out of control, utterly lost in a world of blissful sensuality, had made her own keenly-honed body hunger for the same sensations. Within minutes both she and the baron were naked and lying in the middle of the huge bed as she waited for him to begin to satisfy her craving.

The baron knew from the flush on Cassandra's cheeks and the darkness of her eyes that she was already highly aroused, and that he had to be careful not to go too fast or his plan would fail even before it had begun. He turned her onto her stomach so that she was resting face down on the soft bed and then knelt across her to massage her back and shoulders, letting his testicles brush against the back of her thighs as he moved to and fro.

His hands were exerting exactly the right amount of pressure, and Cassandra's muscles revelled in the deep massage. After a few minutes her skin flinched in surprise as he let a few drops of scented oil fall onto her spine, drops that he then spread around the whole of her back, paying particular attention to the sensitive base of her spine and round the buttocks and the hips.

His movements pressed her down into the softness of the bed, and she wriggled luxuriously against the silk sheets, savouring the texture of the material against her slowly parting outer lips. Tiny currents of electricity began to spark deep inside her and she sighed with delight.

'Turn over, let me do your front,' the baron said quietly, and she rolled over, her skin anticipating the feel of those knowing fingers as they spread the oil across her aching breasts and slowly tightening belly.

His touch was feather-light, almost too light and she pushed her breasts up against his hand for stronger stimulation but he ignored her and moved his fingers away until she lay still again.

When his hands finally reached the join at the top of her thighs, his fingers began to move in the outer creases, pressing on nerves concealed deep inside her labia without actually opening her at all. She felt as though her inner tissue was tightening, drawing up towards the middle of her body, and she gave a whimper of excitement.

Carefully he teased the outer lips apart, then put the fingers of his right hand up to her mouth so that she could moisten them with her own saliva before he began to caress the silky smoothness of her opened sex.

She loved the sensation of his fingers, damp from her own mouth, moving up and down her inner channels and when it circled the throbbing entrance to her vagina she pushed her body down, eager for him to touch her in that special place he'd found just inside the vaginal walls but he only laughed and drew the finger away again. 'Slowly, my darling,' he said huskily.

She felt as though she were melting inside. Every muscle was tight while blood coursed through her veins and the heat of desire spread through every nerve ending until all her wanton longing was centred on one tiny spot, the tight little clitoris aching with need, which impinged on her awareness as never before.

Very slowly the baron's finger slid up towards it, hesitated, then circled it carefully, and he watched how it continued to expand until it was standing more erect than he had ever seen it while her whole body quivered with frustrated longing.

He flicked his finger with deadly precision, allowing it to brush the side of the taut bud for only a fleeting moment, enough to make Cassandra gasp and start to arch, but not quite enough to topple her over the edge and into her orgasm, and then as her own frantic hip movements threatened to complete the pleasure he placed the palm of his other hand firmly against her pubic bone and used two fingers to draw back the hood of the clitoris and ensure her immobility until the climax-threatening pulsations ceased and the moment of danger was over.

'I think we should try something different,' he said pleasantly, releasing her from his grip.

Cassandra lifted her head from the pillow in heavy-eyed astonishment. 'I was just about to come!' she exclaimed. 'Why did you stop?'

He looked at her in apparent surprise. 'Were you? I'm sorry, I thought you'd lost it. I know it happens sometimes, that's why I thought we'd better try something else.'

She couldn't believe what he'd done to her. Her breasts were still painfully tight and there was a heavy ache in the pit of her stomach, the ache of unsatisfied arousal. 'I didn't need anything else!'

He sighed in regret. 'My dear Cassandra, what can I say? We all make mistakes, even me! Never mind, the pleasure will be all the greater in a moment. Just let me show you what I had in mind.'

She propped herself up on one elbow to see what he was doing, but then he switched on the television set and she suddenly saw herself lying on a rug in the room next to the swimming pool. Katya was holding her sex lips apart while the baron brushed against her clitoris with a long pointed feather, and Cassandra watched her own body writhing as it tried to control its movements, and saw herself struggling to remain silent with incredulous fascination.

She was so caught up in the scene being replayed in front of her that she was taken totally unawares when the baron suddenly seized her by the shoulders, pressing her down flat on the bed, only now there was no pillow beneath her head. The pillow had been removed and with dexterity born of years of practice he pulled her hands up above her head and fastened her wrists in the holes of a spreader board that had previously been hidden beneath the pillow. The board was fastened securely to the bed, and the top of her body now resembled the figure 'Y'.

'Stop it! I thought I was meant to enjoy tonight!' she protested.

'You will,' he assured her, but his smile was not altogether kind. 'Now I'm going to do the same with your legs, Cassandra. Your thighs will be fastened to a similar board beneath your legs, and then you'll be open to me all the time. That way I can be sure of controlling all the stimulation myself. In any case, I've noticed that you find it easier to take your pleasure when some of the responsibility is taken away from you. That way you feel less guilt over your sensual excesses, and I don't want guilt to spoil our night together.'

Cassandra didn't believe a word he was saying, but although she kicked out furiously he was far too strong for her, and a hard wooden board was inserted beneath her legs with steel bracelets set on each side, which he locked round her lower thighs.

He examined her carefully, then propped an oval cushion beneath her neck so that her head was elevated sufficiently for her to see the television screen again if he chose to show her more footage of herself at a later date.

He wasn't surprised to find that she had started to tremble, but he was quick to take pains to reassure her, talking soothingly as he tenderly stroked the still swollen breasts.

'There's no need to be afraid of me, my darling. I promised you nothing but pleasure, and that's all you'll get. The only thing I forgot to mention is that until you agree to volunteer to be a slave your fulfilment will be withheld.

'It's an interesting sight for a man to watch, but knowing how much your body has come to depend on sexual satisfaction I don't think this little game will last too long. If it does, I shall admire your strength of character even more than I do already, but you will experience considerable discomfort from time to time.

'It isn't painful, nor damaging, to arouse a woman and leave her unsatisfied but it does have certain unfortunate side effects. Your breasts for example will ache and feel uncomfortably full, while your vulva,' here he paused to cup his hand round her pubic area, 'will also feel heavy and remain enlarged for several hours before it begins to accept its fate and return to normal. Then of course I shall excite it again, and so we will go on for as long as necessary.

'I should remind you that we have several days at our disposal, so this is a contest that you really cannot win, but prolong it if you wish. The choice is yours entirely. Now, where exactly were we when I stopped?'

Cassandra knew that she was utterly helpless. She wanted to bring her legs together, to lock her thighs against him so that he couldn't touch her vulnerable, sensitive flesh but the spreader board held her thighs in its iron grip, while her hands were stretched out above her head so that her breasts were pushed upwards, emphasising their fullness and making it impossible for her to disguise the excitement he'd already caused.

'Yes, I remember,' he said softly, and then to her horror, his fingers once again parted the lips of her sex only now he lifted her buttocks off the bed as far as the spreader would allow and his tongue slid along the thin membrane between her rectum and vagina, where the nerve endings were right at the very surface, and her body's response was startling in its violence. The walls of her vagina tightened, her buttocks contracted increasing the internal pressure and she felt a tight hard knot of aching desire deep inside her abdomen.

The baron knew how unimaginably arousing this particular caress could be and watched the pupils of her eyes dilate while a flush of excitement covered her chest and spread up her throat to her ear lobes. When he judged she was dangerously close to losing control he stopped, eased her back onto the bed and then picked up a tiny brush taken from one of his daughter's paint boxes. He put the tiny tip in his mouth, sucking it into a fiendishly small point and then showed it to Cassandra.

'Look at this, my darling. Imagine how it will feel when this brush is allowed to sweep across your bud of pleasure. Think of the sensations when your aching clitoris is touched by this delicate tip. Won't that be good? Doesn't the thought of it excite you?'

Cassandra groaned aloud, squirming against her bonds and trying to kick at him with her feet, but although free they were kept apart by the thigh fetters and she couldn't reach him. His words inflamed her even more than his mouth had done moments earlier, and she could feel moisture seeping from her opening as he talked, while the need for his touch grew and grew inside her.

He laughed at the expression on her face, then reached up and let the backs of his fingers rub against her nipples, which hardened even more at the feel of his slightly roughened skin against them. He spread his knuckles wider, letting the surface area of her breasts feel their movements until she was gasping for some relief from the throbbing pressure, whereupon he left her breasts and returned to the spread thighs.

As he began his diabolical application of the tiny brush he restarted the video of Cassandra's pool-side arousal, and she was forced to watch herself receiving stimulation while he cleverly applied further, even more erotic stimulation to her body and poor Cassandra thought she'd go mad as wave after wave of excitement swept over her. Her cries from the video mingled with her pleas for him not to stop as the brush prolonged her torture beyond the point she would have thought possible.

Her whole body felt so swollen she thought her skin would split, and the dreadful aching in her breasts and the pit of her stomach spread to every part of her, even the thigh muscles held so rigidly in place; yet still the brush continued to play on her skin.

The baron watched her carefully from beneath lowered lids. He was an expert at this particular game, though it was usually played with the consent of the woman, and he knew that he could let her go so far she would believe she'd passed the point of no return, and then when he stopped, her heartbreak would be wonderful to see.

Cassandra continued to tighten and her flesh continued to leap, until at last she felt the strange inward sensation of strings being drawn up inside her that always meant she was about to climax. The brush was so close to her clitoris now that she couldn't help but plead with the baron, even though she thought she could climax without its help, but desire for its touch drove her to beg while her body continued on its final contraction prior to release.

'Touch me there, please,' she cried, and remembering an early lesson with him she even bore down so that her clitoris was more exposed and presented an easier target for the brush. 'Let me come!' She was almost screaming at him now, all reserve gone as her body's needs drove her on. 'I'm nearly there, you have to let me come now. Please! Please!'

He let the brush come to rest at the base of the stem of the clitoris and moved it a fraction up the tiny shaft so that her breath caught in her throat and her toes began to curl. 'Will you be a slave for me?' he whispered. 'Say yes and it will all be over, my darling. Just that one little word is all I need to hear.'

Her head thrashed from side to side as the brush moved fractionally again, and the tingling between her stretched thighs deepened into a pulsing that was climbing to a crescendo. 'No!' she muttered through clenched teeth. 'I won't! I won't!'

Once more the brush moved. Cassandra's body knew that it was almost there and began to rise up, her abdomen tightened into a rock-hard swelling and her nipples hurt they were so congested but she knew that she was there, she'd beaten him. Then, as the tightly coiled spring of aroused desire got ready to burst, the brush was removed. His hand pushed the protective hood away from her tormented clitoris and he held her lower body captive between his hands, making all movement impossible so that once more the pulsations were forced to die down; the stomach very slowly softened again and the wonderful, electrifying tingles that had heralded her release vanished, leaving her aching, tense and cruelly thwarted.