A vision of Livia, naked except for the leather collar, flashed through Chloe’s mind. She looked deep into Carlos Rocca’s eyes, and saw desire there. Desire and something else, something frightening yet at the same time thrilling. The room was heavy with erotic tension, she could hardly breathe, and when she tried to look away from him, she couldn’t.
‘I’m afraid,’ she whispered.
He nodded. ‘Of course you are, but you must trust me. Learn to live, Chloe. You’ve been shut away from the world for too long. My ways will suit you. There’s nothing to fear except yourself.’
As he slowly traced the outline of her mouth with one finger, she closed her eyes and gave a tiny sigh of submission. From the moment they first met, this had always been her destiny, and now she felt brave enough to face it.
‘Will you come and stay with me?’ he repeated.
‘Yes,’ murmured Chloe. ‘I want to learn your discipline.’
When she opened her eyes, he smiled at her and his normally impassive face looked younger and kinder for a moment. ‘Good girl,’ he said gently, and then he stood up and left the room.
‘You got what you wanted then,’ said Livia, sipping freshly squeezed orange juice as she stood looking out of the French windows at the back of the house.
‘Naturally.’
‘I can’t imagine why you want her so badly. I’d have expected you to prefer someone more sophisticated. Once you’ve taken her virginity, what use will she be to you?’
‘Her virginity is of little interest to me. I see it merely as an obstacle to the real delights that lie ahead.’
Livia’s lip curled. ‘She wanted to be a nun, Carlos, and now she’s a charity worker! Your way of life isn’t likely to interest her. She’ll be terrified.’
‘I don’t think so. Our little ex-nun has more to her than you imagine.’
She tapped her fingers restlessly against the glass. ‘I’m bored. I hate England. I hate the climate, I hate the food and I loathe the people. They’re all dull. When are we going back to Rio?’
‘Not for a long time. How is Felipe coming along?’
Livia’s head turned sharply towards her lover. ‘What do you mean?’
Carlos sighed. ‘You should know by now that it’s impossible to keep secrets from me. While I’ve been out, you’ve been amusing yourself by training Felipe. Is he a good pupil?’
The blood drained from Livia’s face. ‘It’s only a game, something to cheer me up when you’re busy. He doesn’t mean anything to me.’
‘If I thought he did, then I would have dismissed him by now. Why not show me what he’s learnt?’
She looked disconcerted. ‘You have to leave soon. I don’t think …’
He laughed softly. ‘I want to see the two of you together. Fetch him upstairs. I shall be waiting for you both in the playroom. That is where you train him, I believe?’
The blonde nodded and then, as Carlos left the room, she licked at her suddenly dry lips before ringing the bell to summon Felipe.
He answered promptly, and stood just inside the doorway smiling politely at her. He was the only member of staff that Carlos had brought with them from Rio, a muscular young man of medium height with straight jet-black hair and eyes as dark as coal.
Livia enjoyed teaching him to please her – it made a change from the relationship between her and Carlos – but she’d never envisaged having Carlos watch them together. Whenever he’d watched her with other men in the past, it had been men he’d chosen, friends or business colleagues. Also, they’d all been in control, just as Carlos always was. It was different with Felipe.
‘I want you upstairs, in the playroom,’ she said abruptly.
Felipe glanced nervously over his shoulder. ‘But Senhor Rocca is still at home.’
She knew that somehow she had to convince him that Carlos wouldn’t know. If he thought for one moment that his employer would be watching, he would never agree. He was besotted with Livia, but afraid of Carlos. ‘He’s just leaving,’ she lied. ‘Hurry, we won’t have very long.’
Still Felipe hesitated, and Livia knew that she had to be firm with him. ‘If I say I want you in the playroom now, then that’s the end of it,’ she said sharply. ‘Come on, I’ll lead the way if you’re nervous.’ She then walked out of the room and up the stairs, and to her relief she heard Felipe following behind her.
Pushing open the door to the room that Carlos called the playroom, she stood to one side to allow Felipe to pass. Then, the moment he’d stepped inside, she slammed the door shut behind him, turning the key in the lock before throwing it to Carlos, who was sitting at the foot of the bed.
Felipe gave a moan of horror. ‘You said that Senhor Rocca was going out!’
Carlos studied the young Brazilian lad with interest. ‘So, you were willing to sleep with my woman if I was out?’
‘It’s what she likes. She … she teaches me many things, some of them bad,’ stammered Felipe.
‘And do you enjoy these bad things?’
Felipe shook his head. ‘No, not at all. I have a girlfriend back home. I am betraying her all the time.’
Carlos smiled. ‘I shall be interested to see exactly how much you don’t enjoy yourself,’ he commented. ‘As for betrayal, I don’t for one moment believe you’ve thought about anyone but yourself during your time with Livia. It doesn’t matter. I’m not angry, simply interested. Livia, please continue. Pretend I’m not here,’ he added helpfully as Felipe made a sound of protest.
‘Take off your clothes, Felipe,’ said Livia. ‘I want to see you naked.’ After a nervous glance at his employer, Felipe obeyed, his fingers fumbling with his shirt buttons.
‘Very nice,’ murmured Livia appreciatively as he stood in front of her, his dark, muscular body rigid with tension. ‘I’m pleased to see that the presence of Carlos has helped you control yourself for once. Now, I’m going to strip for you, but you’re not allowed to get an erection yet. I don’t really know why I’m telling you all this; you know the rules by now I’m sure.’
Slowly, sensuously, she began to remove her clothes. First she unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then she unbuttoned her blouse and peeled that off, before bending forward and unfastening her lacy bra, so that her heavy breasts fell free.
Finally she unfastened her stockings, removed them and then stepped out of her high-cut lace briefs. When all her clothing was lying in a heap on the floor, she moved closer to Felipe, until she was standing just in front of him. She didn’t touch him, and didn’t allow their bodies to touch, but instead ran her hands over her breasts and hips, sighing gently at each caress.
When she looked down, Felipe’s penis was hardening, slowly rising upwards, and immediately she slapped it hard. He flinched, but her action only increased his excitement and still his thick cock continued to swell.
‘I told you not to get an erection!’ she snapped. ‘Why are you so difficult to train? Now I’m going to have to punish you.’
Out of the corner of her eye, Livia saw Carlos move over to the window, presumably in case she needed to use the bed. Felipe saw him move as well, and she didn’t know whether the look in his eyes was fear of her punishment or of Carlos watching his humiliation.
Taking some cord from a drawer, Livia fastened Felipe’s hands behind his back, and then pushed him over to the padded stool in front of the dressing table. ‘Bend over that,’ she said, pushing on the nape of his neck. As soon as he’d obeyed her, she removed the leather belt from his discarded trousers and drew it through the fingers of her left hand. ‘This will do nicely,’ she remarked, and Felipe gave a muffled groan.
‘Keep looking down at the floor,’ she added, and then waited for what must have seemed to Felipe like endless seconds before striking him firmly across his buttocks with her first blow.
Felipe yelped with pain, and again Livia waited several seconds before striking him once more, just below where the first blow had fallen. As she continued to use the belt on him,
Felipe’s skin reddened but he was wriggling against the stool in a frenzy of ecstasy.
‘Keep still!’ she said angrily. ‘If you come, I promise you you’ll regret it.’ At her words the Brazilian boy froze, and across the room Carlos nodded in appreciation. After a few more blows with the belt, Livia pulled Felipe upright by his tethered hands and then pushed him on to his back on the bed.
His erection was huge now, the tip purple and engorged.
‘Naughty!’ remarked Livia. ‘It seems that you need further punishment. Your lack of self-control is disappointing, Felipe, particularly as Senhor Rocca is watching you. He’ll think I’m a very poor teacher.’
Felipe stared silently at her, his eyes imploring her not to humiliate him further, but Livia was now so excited that nothing could have stopped her. In any case, it was evident that Felipe’s body was enjoying itself, even if it was against his will.
‘I know!’ she exclaimed, with a laugh of delight. ‘I’ll pleasure us both at the same time. You know what I mean, I’m sure, Felipe. I remember your response to this particular form of punishment was most impressive when I last used it.’
‘No, senhorita, please! I beseech you, not again.’
‘You’re so sweet when you beg,’ replied Livia, rummaging in a box on the bedside table. ‘Ah yes, here it is,’ and she took out a long, thick, double-ended dildo.
As Felipe whimpered helplessly, she lubricated both ends with a clear gel and then ordered her victim to turn over on to his front.
Felipe knew better than to disobey Livia now. He knelt upright, and then lowered his upper body until his forehead was resting on the duvet. His hands were still fastened in front of him, and all he could do was wait.
Livia began to ease one end of the dildo between his tight buttocks, spreading the cheeks apart and rotating it as she pushed it in. Unluckily for Felipe, he couldn’t stop himself from uttering a cry of pain, and this made her lose patience. She pushed it harder, and as soon as it was inside him, climbed on to the bed herself.
Her breathing was quick and shallow as she positioned herself over the servant lad’s lower body, and when she impaled herself on the other end of the dildo she shuddered with delight. Her shudder made the dildo vibrate, causing Felipe to moan again, but Livia ignored him.
She was caught up in the delirious excitement of having a man at her mercy. Every time she punished Felipe, she was suffused with a deep, throbbing ache that was only satisfied when she finally climaxed, preferably in a way that caused him pain as well as pleasure. It was a complete reversal of the way things were between her and Carlos, and the contrast between the two men made it all the more exciting.
Lost in the pursuit of her own pleasure, she thrust against the dildo with such force that it moved deeper inside Felipe. He gave a sharp cry, and then his hips started to move with frantic speed as his own climax approached.
‘Wait!’ gasped Livia, as she felt her internal muscles starting to tighten, but she could tell that Felipe was out of her control now. The sensations were too much for him, and nothing she did could halt his body’s ascent to release.
It was then that Carlos made his move. Crossing to the bed, he reached beneath his servant’s sweat-streaked body and gripped the young man’s pulsating cock with his right hand, squeezing his thumb on the delicate underside while at the same time pressing hard on the opposite side with his forefinger.
Livia guessed what Carlos was doing, and the thought of Felipe’s frustration and discomfort increased her own arousal. She bucked hard against the dildo, grabbing Felipe around the hips as she pushed herself closer to him.
He was sobbing with disappointment, unable to ejaculate because of Carlos’s grip, and she’d never felt so powerful and commanding before. Her body’s response was instantaneous. Within seconds of Felipe’s first sob, she seemed to explode in a series of wrenching spasms of hot, liquid pleasure that left her exhausted and spent when they finally began to fade.
As she slid on to the bed, Carlos released their victim, but Felipe was no longer being stimulated and he remained kneeling face down on the bed, moaning quietly to himself.
Eventually Livia took pity on him. She untied his hands, then rolled him on to his back and lowered herself on to his erection. ‘Come quickly,’ she ordered him. ‘But make sure I come again too.’
Felipe pushed his hips upwards and she felt him deep inside her, re-arousing her with the urgency of his movements. ‘Yes!’ she shouted in triumph, and seconds later they climaxed together. Flopping down on top of Felipe, she felt his tongue licking her nipples. This was something he always did after he’d climaxed, and she enjoyed it, but Carlos clearly didn’t.
‘That’s enough!’ he snapped. ‘Training is over for today. You can go.’
Lazily, Livia rolled away and Felipe clambered off the bed, collected his clothes and hurried out of the room.
‘So, you too enjoy controlling a person’s pleasure,’ remarked Carlos.
Livia wasn’t certain if he was pleased or not. ‘Only as a change,’ she explained.
‘Of course. In that case, you should enjoy helping me with Chloe’s training.’
‘I think I might,’ she admitted.
Carlos ran his hands over her body, still damp from her lovemaking with Felipe. He massaged her breasts, stroked the sides of her belly and then began to tease the skin of her inner thighs until she felt herself starting to respond. With a contented sigh she closed her eyes, and immediately he removed his hands.
Tomorrow, I want you to spend the night with friends,’ he told her as her eyes opened in surprise. ‘I don’t think Chloe will relax if you’re here the first time.’
‘Why did you stop touching me?’ she asked plaintively.
‘Perhaps I didn’t enjoy watching you and Felipe,’ he said casually. ‘Remember now, tomorrow night I want the house to myself. You understand?’
‘Of course,’ she agreed, but after he’d left she didn’t know how she felt about Chloe joining their household, or if she’d been wise to let him see her and Felipe together. With a man like Carlos Rocca, it was always hard to tell.
CHAPTER
7
Chloe felt uncomfortable as she got back to the London house where she was now living, and as she put her key in the front door she wondered how long it would be before she got used to it. Admittedly this was only her third night in her new room, so perhaps it wasn’t surprising that she still felt like an intruder, but there was something about the atmosphere there that was putting her on edge.
‘You’re late,’ called Carlos, coming out of the drawing room. ‘You work too hard.’
‘We’re busy arranging next month’s charity dinner. It’s taking a lot of organising.’
‘Remember to get me two tickets.’
‘I don’t think you’d enjoy it,’ remarked Chloe, glancing around her. ‘It’s a little downmarket for you and Livia. The Covent Garden function will suit you more.’
‘I’d still like tickets.’
‘Lizzie will be pleased. She told me today that you’d offered to become our patron when Lady Somerville retires next month. She was very excited about it.’
‘I hope she realises that it’s because of you,’ he said with a smile.
Chloe felt embarrassed. ‘That’s not true. You gave money to the Brazilian branch of the charity long before you met me.’
‘I never went to any of their social functions.’
‘Well, I don’t want you doing things just because of me,’ said Chloe. ‘You’ve done quite enough already, by letting me live here and—’
‘That wasn’t for your benefit, Chloe,’ he said softly. ‘It was for mine.’
She felt her stomach lurch, and started to walk towards the kitchen to get away from him, but he put out an arm and caught hold of her left wrist. ‘Wait, don’t go. We need to talk.’
Her chest was getting tight, making it difficult for her to breathe, and she could feel herself trembling. She wished that he
’d let go of her; his fingers seemed to be burning into her flesh. ‘What about?’
‘I think you already know the answer to that.’ His fingers tightened their grip.
‘Let me go!’ cried Chloe, twisting in his grasp.
Immediately he released her. ‘It’s all right, I didn’t mean to scare you, but you must know how I feel about you. I want you, Chloe, I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you.’
She had known – deep down she’d been very aware of his desire – but it frightened her because she couldn’t make sense of it. ‘I’m not your type,’ she protested as he took a step towards her. ‘I don’t know anything about people like you. I come from a different world, it’s—’
‘You mean you’re not attracted to me?’
‘That’s not what I said, but it wouldn’t work. You’re used to women like Livia, sophisticated, experienced women. I’ve never slept with a man,’ she added miserably.
His eyes were bright. ‘That doesn’t matter. It only makes you more special.’ As he spoke, he started to run his hand up and down her bare right arm and the hypnotic movements soothed but also aroused her.
The skin beneath his fingers felt as though it was on fire, and when he lowered his head and kissed her gently on the mouth, she trembled violently as desire coursed through her. Instinctively, she put her arms round his neck, and immediately his kiss hardened and deepened.
He was murmuring in Portuguese, and although she had no idea what he was saying, the sound of his voice excited her. Then, as he picked her up and began to carry her up the stairs, she remembered his mistress. ‘Where’s Livia?’ she gasped, freeing her mouth for a moment.
‘Away for the night. Don’t worry, relax. Leave everything to me.’
She was incapable of doing anything else. He took her into his bedroom, put her on the bed and then lay down beside her, making soothing sounds as he started to remove her clothes.
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