seemed to gather in her stomach. Then she felt the finger return to the entrance and move carefully against it.
'She's very tight,' he murmured to Cassandra. 'Tomorrow, before I take her, she must be very well prepared. You and Peter had better spend the day ensuring that she's ready for me. Release her now.'
Cassandra let Nicola's outer sex lips close and the baron promptly spread his hand over the entire area, pressing carefully until her hips began to move more urgently and then he stopped. When she was still he repeated the action, pressing down harder until she was instinctively thrusting upwards, whereupon he again let the pressure ease.
For Nicola it was bewildering. Jagged sparks of pleasure would shoot through her, a strange glow would fill her lower stomach and then just as it all increased and built towards something she sensed would be wonderful, it stopped.
The baron let his finger tease the entrance to her vagina again. It felt a little less tight and was certainly well lubricated. 'Constant arousal will work well,' he muttered.
Cassandra, who was longing for the baron to take her properly herself, felt a pang of pity for the restlessly moving body on the couch.
'Time fox bed, Nicola, I think,' he said calmly, moving away from the girl. 'Remember what I said about the nipple chain, and although I have nothing against self-satisfaction in the normal scheme of things, I wish you to leave yourself alone tonight. Do I make myself clear?'
Confused, swollen with thwarted desire, poised on the edge of total satisfaction, Nicola could only nod dumbly. She climbed off the couch and bent to pick up her dress.
'Leave it,' said Cassandra. 'Sophie will show you back to your room. She can carry the dress for you.' The baron smiled.
Nicola stared at Cassandra in horror. 'I can't walk naked to my room, not with this . . . this chain, and . . .'
'I assure you Sophie is used to such things and would not dare to make any comment,' the baron assured her. 'Cassandra, ring for her please.'
Appalled, Nicola waited until a tap on the door heralded the entrance of the dark-haired maid. As the baron had said, Sophie showed no surprise or indeed interest in the naked newcomer. Instead she picked up the dress from the floor and following Cassandra's Wstructions led Nicola out of the small, overheated r «om into the cool passageway.
Nicola shivered at the change of temperature and felt her nipples grow erect with the cold. The silver chain moved slightly and a mortified Nicola thought of removing it, but the baron's warning sounded in her ears and she thought better of it.
When she was finally alone in her room she pulled on a fine cotton nightdress and climbed swiftly into bed. It was only when she turned on her side to sleep that she realised that every movement she made during the night would cause the silver chain to move and stimulate her nipples. Helplessly she wondered how much rest she would get.
It turned out to be very little, and when she did sleep she dreamt of the baron doing strange, unspeakable things to her.
Chapter Five
T A J hen Nicola had gone, looking dazed and vulnerable r V which greatly excited the baron, he drew a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket in the corner of the room. 'What do you think of her?' he asked Cassandra.
She thought carefully about the best way to answer him. 'I think she's rather pretty, amazingly innocent and possibly less compliant than I'd expected.'
He nodded. 'Yes, she is all these things. She is also possible to read. Unlike you, her eyes quickly betray her.'
'Unlike me?' queried Cassandra, taking the fluted crystal glass of champagne from his hand.
He gave her one of his rare genuine smiles and touched her naked breasts lightly. 'I do not believe I understand you even yet,' he said softly. 'I know your exquisite body, I can usually gauge its reactions, but as to how you think, what you feel inside your head, there you escape me.'
'You can't possibly understand Nicola
'She's very tight,' he murmured to Cassandra. 'Tomorrow, before I take her, she must be very well prepared. You and Peter had better spend the day ensuring that she's ready for me. Release her now.'
Cassandra let Nicola's outer sex lips close and the baron promptly spread his hand over the entire area, pressing carefully until her hips began to move more urgently and then he stopped. When she was still he repeated the action, pressing down harder until she was instinctively thrusting upwards, whereupon he again let the pressure ease.
For Nicola it was bewildering. Jagged sparks of pleasure would shoot through her, a strange glow would fill her lower stomach and then just as it all increased and built towards something she sensed would be wonderful, it stopped.
The baron let his finger tease the entrance to her vagina again. It felt a little less tight and was certainly well lubricated. 'Constant arousal will work well,' he muttered.
Cassandra, who was longing for the baron to take her properly herself, felt a pang of pity for the restlessly moving body on the couch.
'Time fox bed, Nicola, I think,' he said calmly, moving away from the girl. 'Remember what I said about the nipple chain, and although I have nothing against self-satisfaction in the normal scheme of things, I wish you to leave yourself alone tonight. Do I make myself clear?'
Confused, swollen with thwarted desire, poised on the edge of total satisfaction, Nicola could only nod dumbly. She climbed off the couch and bent to pick up her dress.
'Leave it,' said Cassandra. 'Sophie will show you back to your room. She can carry the dress for you.' The baron smiled.
Nicola stared at Cassandra in horror. 'I can't walk naked to my room, not with this . . . this chain, and . . .'
'I assure you Sophie is used to such things and would not dare to make any comment,' the baron assured her. 'Cassandra, ring for her please.'
Appalled, Nicola waited until a tap on the door heralded the entrance of the dark-haired maid. As the baron had said, Sophie showed no surprise or indeed interest in the naked newcomer. Instead she picked up the dress from the floor and following Cassandra's Wstructions led Nicola out of the small, overheated r «om into the cool passageway.
Nicola shivered at the change of temperature and felt her nipples grow erect with the cold. The silver chain moved slightly and a mortified Nicola thought of removing it, but the baron's warning sounded in her ears and she thought better of it.
When she was finally alone in her room she pulled on a fine cotton nightdress and climbed swiftly into bed. It was only when she turned on her side to sleep that she realised that every movement she made during the night would cause the silver chain to move and stimulate her nipples. Helplessly she wondered how much rest she would get.
It turned out to be very little, and when she did sleep she dreamt of the baron doing strange, unspeakable things to her.
Chapter Five
T A J hen Nicola had gone, looking dazed and vulnerable r V which greatly excited the baron, he drew a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket in the corner of the room. 'What do you think of her?' he asked Cassandra.
She thought carefully about the best way to answer him. 'I think she's rather pretty, amazingly innocent and possibly less compliant than I'd expected.'
He nodded. 'Yes, she is all these things. She is also possible to read. Unlike you, her eyes quickly betray her.'
'Unlike me?' queried Cassandra, taking the fluted crystal glass of champagne from his hand.
He gave her one of his rare genuine smiles and touched her naked breasts lightly. 'I do not believe I understand you even yet,' he said softly. 'I know your exquisite body, I can usually gauge its reactions, but as to how you think, what you feel inside your head, there you escape me.'
'You can't possibly understand Nicola
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