yet. She's only b een here a few hours.'
True, but already I know that I will understand her.' Cassandra sipped the champagne. 'Do you like what you see so far?' she asked casually.
L
The baron sat next to her on the chaise longue, dipped a finger in his drink and then outlined her left breast with the liquid. 'She has possibilities that excite me. I like to understand my women.'
Cassandra knew better. He might believe that, but once he totally understood a woman he tired of her. That was why she was so careful to keep part of herself locked away; the part that loved him, that meant she'd do anything to keep him, she was determined never to let that show. He was a hunter by nature. While she still intrigued him, remained in part an enigma, she was safe.
If he was right and Nicola proved easy for him to understand, then Cassandra should be safe, but she'd sensed a core of steel in the girl that might prove dangerous. Nicola could be determined enough to take the baron away from Cassandra if she wished, especially if she turned out to have an aptitude for the dark side of his life. But she had a flaw. Cassandra had already noticed that she was not averse to arguing even at this early stage, and that was something the baron would not tolerate.
'Cassandra?' his voice was low.
The champagne had dried round her breast and felt sticky.
'Yes?'
'Do you want me to make love to you?'
'If that's what you want too,' she said calmly.
He gave her a look of resigned amusement. 'Why will you never ask?'
'Perhaps because I dislike disappointment.'
He pressed her down against the length of the chaise longue and began to nuzzle her neck and breasts. 'It is what I want,' he murmured, his hand teasing the inward curve of her waist, her navel and over the tender skin of her hipbone.
She wriggled luxuriously. When it was like this, when he was as careful of her pleasure as his own and she felt emotionally close to him, then all she wanted was for it to last this way for ever. But she knew that, like him, she was deceiving herself. She too needed the variety, the dark humiliation of the other ways they explored their sexuality, and only he could provide those experiences for her. Without him, she wondered how she would survive.
Feeling her slender suppleness press against him, the baron finally stripped off all his clothes and then turned her face down, pushing her up onto her knees so that he could enter her from behind while at the same time manipulating her clitoris.
As Cassandra's climax approached and he felt her inner walls contract around him, his hand stopped moving and he ceased thrusting until the tightness eased and her tingles died away, then he began again. He brought her constantly to the brink until she was almost sobbing with delirious excitement, but it was only when this excitement proved too much for him that he allowed them both to be engulfed by a racking climax that left them in an exhausted tangle on the chaise longue.
That night the baron slept in Cassandra's bed, his arms around her all night, but in the morning when she awoke he'd gone, leaving a note on the bedside table reminding her of what she and Peter were to do that day.
At the same time as Cassandra was reading the note, Nicola was finally waking from her disturbed night's sleep. She stretched beneath the bedcovers, and at once felt the tug of the nipple chain against her nightdress. Without thinking, her hands went to her breasts and she cupped them both, squeezing them softly and revelling in their sweet aching fullness.
She kicked off the covers and still without thinking, one of her hands began to stray to the hem of the nightdress, edging it upwards so that she could touch herself between her thighs where the baron had touched her so lightly the night before and where even now a steady throb was beginning to pulsate.
L
Cassandra switched on the monitor in her room just in time to see what was happening. Immediately she rang through to the
True, but already I know that I will understand her.' Cassandra sipped the champagne. 'Do you like what you see so far?' she asked casually.
L
The baron sat next to her on the chaise longue, dipped a finger in his drink and then outlined her left breast with the liquid. 'She has possibilities that excite me. I like to understand my women.'
Cassandra knew better. He might believe that, but once he totally understood a woman he tired of her. That was why she was so careful to keep part of herself locked away; the part that loved him, that meant she'd do anything to keep him, she was determined never to let that show. He was a hunter by nature. While she still intrigued him, remained in part an enigma, she was safe.
If he was right and Nicola proved easy for him to understand, then Cassandra should be safe, but she'd sensed a core of steel in the girl that might prove dangerous. Nicola could be determined enough to take the baron away from Cassandra if she wished, especially if she turned out to have an aptitude for the dark side of his life. But she had a flaw. Cassandra had already noticed that she was not averse to arguing even at this early stage, and that was something the baron would not tolerate.
'Cassandra?' his voice was low.
The champagne had dried round her breast and felt sticky.
'Yes?'
'Do you want me to make love to you?'
'If that's what you want too,' she said calmly.
He gave her a look of resigned amusement. 'Why will you never ask?'
'Perhaps because I dislike disappointment.'
He pressed her down against the length of the chaise longue and began to nuzzle her neck and breasts. 'It is what I want,' he murmured, his hand teasing the inward curve of her waist, her navel and over the tender skin of her hipbone.
She wriggled luxuriously. When it was like this, when he was as careful of her pleasure as his own and she felt emotionally close to him, then all she wanted was for it to last this way for ever. But she knew that, like him, she was deceiving herself. She too needed the variety, the dark humiliation of the other ways they explored their sexuality, and only he could provide those experiences for her. Without him, she wondered how she would survive.
Feeling her slender suppleness press against him, the baron finally stripped off all his clothes and then turned her face down, pushing her up onto her knees so that he could enter her from behind while at the same time manipulating her clitoris.
As Cassandra's climax approached and he felt her inner walls contract around him, his hand stopped moving and he ceased thrusting until the tightness eased and her tingles died away, then he began again. He brought her constantly to the brink until she was almost sobbing with delirious excitement, but it was only when this excitement proved too much for him that he allowed them both to be engulfed by a racking climax that left them in an exhausted tangle on the chaise longue.
That night the baron slept in Cassandra's bed, his arms around her all night, but in the morning when she awoke he'd gone, leaving a note on the bedside table reminding her of what she and Peter were to do that day.
At the same time as Cassandra was reading the note, Nicola was finally waking from her disturbed night's sleep. She stretched beneath the bedcovers, and at once felt the tug of the nipple chain against her nightdress. Without thinking, her hands went to her breasts and she cupped them both, squeezing them softly and revelling in their sweet aching fullness.
She kicked off the covers and still without thinking, one of her hands began to stray to the hem of the nightdress, edging it upwards so that she could touch herself between her thighs where the baron had touched her so lightly the night before and where even now a steady throb was beginning to pulsate.
L
Cassandra switched on the monitor in her room just in time to see what was happening. Immediately she rang through to the
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