Cassandra's Conflict (9 page)

She was just about to take her first mouthful of salad when the baron spoke again. 'I think we'll swim before we eat. Come!' He reached out a hand and pulled Katya to her feet. She smiled up at him. 'Cassandra, you will have to help Katya, she isn't a very proficient swimmer yet, although like Christina she can manage a few strokes without a float.'

Taken by surprise, and relieved that the matter of punishment seemed to have been dropped, Cassandra quickly stood up. I'll go and get my costume.'

The baron reached out and caught hold of her wrist. 'No, no costume. That's what makes adult swimming parties so much more fun than children's.'

She tried to pull away but his hand was strong and his fingers tightened painfully on her wrist. 'Come along, Cassandra, don't be difficult. There could have been many worse punishments you know,' he added quietly.

'I don't understand.'

'This is your ... penalty is perhaps a better word, for being late for breakfast. We'll eat later, Peter,' he called over his shoulder and then pulled the protesting Cassandra down the paved path that led to the pool while Katya hurried on ahead, her rounded buttocks swaying provocatively in the tight bikini.

Inside the pool room the air was warm and humid. The dark ferns that grew in huge pots at each end of the room seemed more sinister in the evening, casting shadows over the marbled sides and out into the water. There were lights beneath the water now as well, shining up to illuminate any swimmers and as Katya stood at the side and stripped off her bikini top, Cassandra twisted free of the baron and pushed at the heavy rubber doors, but to her surprise they didn't move.

'They're sealed I'm afraid, Cassandra. You can't leave until I release them,' he said slowly. 'Now don't be difficult. You enjoyed the pool this morning, didn't you?'

The punch must have been stronger than she'd realised because once again she felt heavy and lethargic, and it was difficult to keep her mind alert.

'That was different!' she protested. 'Look, I'm sorry about this morning, and you can deduct something from my pay if you like, but I don't want to swim without a costume and ...'

'You don't
want
to swim without a costume! But of course you don't, that's the whole point of punishments or penalties. If you want to do something then it's a reward. Although, Cassandra, by the end of tonight I hope you will think of this as a reward,' he added quietly.

She shivered, then jumped as Katya dived into the water with a loud splash. 'She looks a very competent swimmer,' Cassandra pointed out.

'Perhaps she'll help you then. Now, take off that terrible dress. I can't imagine why you put it on in the first place.'

Below them, Katya trod water and looked up fascinated by the frozen expression in Cassandra's eyes. There was a look of desperate hopelessness in them that excited the baron's mistress, but also the beginnings of desire, and that was unexpected at this stage.

The baron put out a hand and slid one of the wide straps off Cassandra's shoulder, only to find that there was a bra underneath it. He laughed. 'Not a chastity belt too, I hope! Turn round.'

'No,' Cassandra said, wishing that her voice sounded firmer, and that her body wasn't already tightening with unwanted desire for the touch of his hands again.

He flicked two fingers lightly against her cheek. They stung, and she took a step back in surprise. 'Do as you're told, Cassandra. Remember, you must learn to discipline yourself if you're to stay with my children.'

Cassandra remembered her promise to Helena, and wondered if the baron had somehow learnt about that too. Slowly she turned, and felt him unbutton the back of the sundress and then the clasp on her bra was released and he peeled dress and bra from her at the same time, letting them fall to the damp mosaic at her feet.

She was breathing quickly now, her nipples already distended and her small breasts beginning to swell just at the touch of his fingers on her naked back and shoulders. His hands slid lower and he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties, then crouched down and slid them down her legs while Katya stared up at her from the water, her green eyes inspecting every inch of Cassandra's body as it was revealed to her.

'Step out of them,' he murmured, and she obeyed like a sleepwalker, the drugged punch already taking effect and making her more malleable. But the baron had made sure that she wasn't too heavily drugged. He didn't want her initiation to be something she couldn't remember. By the time he actually possessed her the drug would have worn off, and in future it wouldn't be used at all. He had to conquer her himself, without subduing her artificially, or there was little point in the exercise.

Behind her, Cassandra could hear the baron taking off his own clothes, and when he was finally naked he took hold of her hand and led her to the steps that led down into the shallow end. There he moved in front of her and turned to face her, putting out both hands to lead her down into the water.

As he backed in ahead of her she noticed the heavy thickness of the dark brown hair on his chest and the way it gathered into a straight line from his waist down to where his erect penis jutted out of his lighter, springy pubic hair. She saw too the hard muscles of his upper arms and chest and the tight, firm thighs, also covered in hair. She wondered what it would feel like to have her naked body pressed against his from head to toe, and then pushed the thought away in shame. As the warm water edged up her legs she shivered, knowing that in a moment it would touch her exposed sex and aware that Katya and the baron were watching for her reaction when it did.

She wished that her pubic hair wasn't so thick and dark. Katya had a fair light blonde triangle that hid nothing while Cassandra's was like a forest, covering everything.

'Come! Come!' the baron urged, pulling her down inch by inch, and as the water touched her outer lips she drew in a quick breath and he laughed at her, moving his hands up to her waist as he swung her off the steps and into the water. Then he put her down on her feet, bending his knees slightly so that they were face to face. At her waist his fingers splayed out, caressing her hips and upper abdomen for a moment, until without warning he pulled her sharply towards him so that her legs went from under her and slid between his until she was lying on her back in the water, her breasts exposed.

'Come and see, Katya,' he called.

Cassandra struggled to find her feet. 'No!' she protested, but he only shook his head in reprimand. 'Be still, Cassandra. Feel the warmth of the water. Feel it cradling your body, touching you, enveloping you. Isn't it a good feeling? I have a theory about water. Because we spend our formative months in liquid I think we have a natural affinity with it; our bodies want to be in water but evolution has made it impossible for us to spend our lives this way. Never mind, we will make the best of it in the privacy of our pool, yes?'

His voice was always so quiet when he spoke to her that Cassandra couldn't help but relax with him, and her legs floated up to the surface behind him so that only his hands on her waist were supporting her, but those hands were firm now and even when he manoeuvred himself round to her head he didn't relax his grip at all.

Katya swam quickly and swiftly over to them, and then stood beside the prone Cassandra, looking down on the girl's immature but obviously aroused breasts with fascination. The baron nodded at her, and with delight she bent her head and sucked tenderly on one nipple, noticing at the same time that there were tiny bruises round it showing only too well that the baron had enjoyed them the previous evening.

Cassandra lay in a daze, floating in the warm water, her body relaxed and yet more alive than she could ever remember it, and although she knew it was Katya's mouth on her breast she didn't mind because it was the baron's hands holding her body, and the feelings of pleasure Katya's mouth were giving her were almost as intense as those he had aroused the night before.

'Isn't she glorious,' the baron said. 'Suck a little harder. She likes that, don't you, Cassandra?'

Cassandra swallowed hard. She didn't like it when he spoke to her, it made everything too real; she preferred to drift in a dream-like state, pretending she had no control over the situation.

'Tell Katya that you'd like her to suck harder,' he repeated more harshly, but Cassandra closed her eyes and kept silent.

'That's very naughty,' he reproved her, and at a signal from her lover Katya closed her tiny teeth sharply round the delicate nipple and as Cassandra jerked with shock the baron removed his hands and such was her surprise that she disappeared below the water for a few seconds before emerging coughing and spluttering with water in her mouth, eyes and ears.

The baron didn't give her any time to recover, but quickly turned her onto her back again and with his hands under her armpits swam into the deep end with her while Katya swam alongside, letting her hands trail along the young woman's legs as they went.

Once they were out of their depth, Cassandra was pushed and pulled to the side of the pool and her back was pressed against the bar at the side. 'Put your arms on the rest, and let your legs float in front of you,' the baron instructed, his voice hard.

This time Cassandra did as she was told.

'Good!' He rested one arm on the bar next to her and put his left hand beneath her buttocks, pushing the lower half of her body up until it was half out of the water. 'Keep her like that,' he told Katya and then swam round until he was treading water between Cassandra's legs.

'Keep your eyes open and watch me,' he told her as her eyelids began to droop. He was pleased when they snapped open immediately. There was a spotlight directly below them on the pool floor and it outlined the girl's long trembling limbs and dark pubic triangle of hair, exciting him far more than he'd expected.

Her mouth was tightly closed, but when he began to gently massage her calf muscles and ankles he saw it slacken slightly so that he could just see her front teeth between her pale lips. 'Push her up more,' he told Katya, and when Cassandra's flat stomach finally broke the surface of the water he bent his head and covered it with featherlight kisses while his hands strayed beneath the cheeks of her bottom which he massaged firmly, the movement pressing her abdomen more tightly against his mouth.

Cassandra felt her legs growing heavy and once again her heart was beating loudly in her ears. The skin of her stomach seemed to be stretched too tightly, and she had an ache at the base which the constant ripples of the water caused by the baron's movements only aggravated.

'Keep your legs up, Cassandra,' he told her quietly.

'They're heavy!' she whimpered.

He smiled. 'You must still keep them up. Would you like Katya to lick your nipples again?' The thought was almost unbearably exciting, and Cassandra looked beseechingly at him. 'Then ask her,' he instructed.

Cassandra turned her heavy head to the waiting woman. 'Please, lick me again,' she begged. Katya smiled, and did as she was asked.

The baron stared into Cassandra's dark eyes, watching them clouding with desire and sensuality and his own excitement was almost painful. He couldn't remember when his testicles had last felt so tight and his cock was throbbing impatiently, but he was too well disciplined to allow himself to be hurried.

For nearly half an hour he and Katya continued to caress and stimulate Cassandra as she lay in the warm water, her head resting against the side of the pool. They concentrated on her breasts, neck, ears, feet, ankles and stomach but they remained well away from the throbbing area between her thighs, an area that they both knew with keen pleasure must be desperate for attention. Although she managed to obey the baron's constant commands to keep her legs up in the water, Cassandra couldn't help but move them round more and more as their cunning fingers and mouths tantalised her awakening body.

Eventually the baron's expert eyes, taking in her flushed face and despairing frustrated expression as well as the telltale movements of her body, told him that it was time to progress. He and Katya lifted Cassandra from the water and onto the mosaic.

She was so shocked by her removal from the blissful warmth of the pool and the abrupt cessation of caresses that she cried out, but the baron was quickly beside her, wrapping her in a towelling robe. He then picked her up and carried her through a small door set at the side of the pool and into a warm, well-lit room with a low king-sized bed in the middle of it, its mattress covered only by a huge white Persian rug. Cassandra was tipped from the towel onto the sensual bed covering. 'Now,' said the baron with satisfaction, 'we can really begin.'

He sat down at Cassandra's feet and carefully spread her legs apart, letting his fingers drift up her inner calves as he did so. She felt the pressure of the rug rub against her aching flesh, just below her secret opening, and pressed herself down against it, grateful for any kind of contact there.

'No!' The baron's voice broke through the pleasure and she quickly relaxed her hips again. 'That's better; it's always better to wait, my dear, although we can understand your impatience, can't we Katya?'

At his words, Cassandra twisted her head and stared across the room to where Katya was watching them both, her own hands moving automatically over her tightening breasts with their large nipples.

'I don't like her here,' she whispered. The baron smiled. 'Does she have to stay?' she continued.

Katya watched her lover, alert and tense in case he dismissed her again as he had done the previous night. If he tried she'd fight it this time. She was too aroused herself to leave now, and she knew that he would expect her to oppose any dismissal but after a brief moment of thought he nodded at Cassandra. 'Of course she stays. This is not for your pleasure, remember?'

Cassandra didn't remember; if this wasn't pleasure she didn't know what it was and she looked at him in bewilderment.

'Think,' he urged her, his hand creeping further up her leg and brushing against her pubic hair. 'Tell me why you're here.'