Cassandra's Chateau

by Fredrica Alleyn

  The baron noticed that Sir James was careful not to soap Cassandra between her inner thighs and he wondered why, and what the Englishman had planned for her there. Almost without thinking he let a hand stray beneath Cassandra’s naked stomach as she lay on the bed beside him, and when she felt his fingers brushing against her thick dark pubic hair she swallowed hard against a groan of desire. It was always better not to let him know how much she wanted him. Nevertheless, as his fingers continued to move while they watched the film she needed all her hard-learned control to keep silent.

  Now the moment was approaching that Cassandra could remember only too well. Having lulled her body into a state of aroused but calm sexuality he reached round behind Cassandra’s fastened body and took something from his fiancée’s hand. Despite turning her head, Cassandra was unable to see what it was, and when she turned back to face Sir James, Lara quickly drew a white silk scarf over the naked woman’s eyes so that she could only wait.

  The sexuality of the scene changed once more. Now there was a heightened tension in the air that transmitted itself to the screen and even the baron’s fingers were still as he watched the unfolding scene with fascination. When he saw the tiny, hard-bristled nailbrush in Sir James’s hand he bit on his bottom lip and nodded to himself in silent approval as in front of his eyes he saw his unsuspecting mistress standing unmoving as she waited for whatever was to come.

  Sir James, who had played this scene out before with many other women, knew exactly where to strike first. The unseeing Cassandra suddenly felt the harsh circular movements of the nailbrush against the tightly indrawn flesh of her stomach and she let out an involuntary gasp which she immediately knew was a mistake. Encouraged by her reaction, Sir James set about his task with renewed enthusiasm.

  In place of the earlier soft caresses of his hands Cassandra now had to endure the scratching, stimulating sensation of the brush as it moved relentlessly upwards towards her swelling breasts, and she tried to lift them higher, out of harm’s way, while all the time the blood was coursing through her veins, bringing a glowing heat to every part that the brush touched, increasing every sensation. Between her thighs she felt herself tightening, felt the deep aching pressure that was now so familiar to her and her hips jerked spasmodically even as she tried to escape the brush.

  Sir James stopped at the undersides of her tight little breasts, and drew a finger softly through the soap suds, beginning now to break up but quickly being renewed by Lara. ‘What does it feel like, my dear?’ he asked Cassandra, who bit on her lip and refused to answer him. ‘Are these anxious for the brush?’ He flicked at her small but painfully hard little nipples. ‘I think they are,’ he murmured, and then he began to move the nailbrush up the undersides of each of her breasts in turn, and then across the surface until finally he allowed the bristles to cross the areolea until they were cleaning the nipples themselves. A groan of desire escaped from Cassandra and she felt her own juices beginning to run between her thighs where no water had yet been.

  The baron watched the film in fascination. The slow opening and closing of Cassandra’s mouth, the rapid rise and fall of her breasts as she waited for the brush to travel from one to the other, was all highly erotic, and when Lara removed the silk scarf so that Cassandra could watch the progress of the cruelly insidious instrument of her rising sexual need he smiled to himself, because this meant that he could now see the gloriously confused expression in his lover’s eyes.

  Cassandra, watching herself from the bed, could remember only too well how she’d felt at that moment; the mixture of rising desire and apprehension at the fear of what might lie ahead for her. She knew that the baron was being strongly affected by the scenes in front of him, and turned her full attention back to the screen in order not to break the spell.

  As her scrubbed breasts swelled visibly, their size increased by the rapid flow of blood caused by the friction of the nailbrush, Sir James watched them carefully. When he judged that they had expanded to their full extent he took the white scarf that had previously been used to cover Cassandra’s eyes and bound it tightly around their hard swollen fullness. She winced against the fierce restriction; her nipples, stimulated by the material and tickled by the suds still on the skin, pricked and peaked so that the very first tremor of a climax began to stir deep within her stomach.

  Sir James saw the way her flesh there tightened and tipped her face upwards towards his. ‘Control yourself,’ he said harshly. ‘Dieter tells me you’ve learnt complete mastery of your body. Don’t tell me that he’s wrong!’

  Cassandra tried to switch her mind to other things; to a walk in the glorious grounds around the chateau, the peace of the lake that it overlooked; anything, to distract her craving for sexual release. Slowly it took effect and her trembling ceased.

  Now Sir James returned to the taut flesh of her abdomen, tantalising it with tiny, hard rotations of the brush until her lower torso was flushed bright pink. Then he moved behind her and worked his way down from the inward curve of her waist to the firm buttocks. Here he scrubbed yet more fiercely and the warm tingles spread through her vulva and upper thighs so that the heat, combined with the pressure of her bound breasts, restarted her body’s ascent to release, a release that was becoming increasingly urgent with every minute that passed.

  Finally Sir James’s hand was still and Cassandra waited, the hope that now she might be allowed an orgasm showing clearly on the video. But Sir James was far from being finished with this aloof, incredibly disciplined mistress of the famous baron. Curtly he ordered her to bend her knees. With her ankles fastened and separated by the bar this meant that Cassandra’s sex was more exposed and vulnerable because she had no way of closing her thighs against him.

  Now, for the first time, he touched her there. His hands carefully separated her outer lips and he ran one finger along her moist inner channel. ‘Anyone would think you’d been soaped here,’ he laughed, and as Lara gave a low chuckle, heat rose in Cassandra’s cheeks.

  Very softly he tickled around her vaginal opening, letting his finger massage her just inside the entrance until he heard her breath snag in her throat. He then stopped and stood upright as Cassandra tried frantically to subdue the treacherous coilings of desire moving deep, deep within her.

  ‘I think you need to be cleaned there too,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘Lara, bring me a douche bag.’

  Cassandra’s eyes opened wide and the baron, watching intently, could clearly see the mixture of fear and rising excitement in her eyes. His arm tightened round her naked waist and he knew that once the video was over he would have to have her, even before he told her about Nicola.

  Back on the screen, Sir James was inserting a well lubricated thin rubber tube into Cassandra’s vagina, using a slow twisting movement of his hand that only made the wriggling tendrils of arousal stir afresh in her highly sensitised body. Her upper thighs shook with the pressure of bending her knees and the sensations that the tube, mingled with the knowledge of what was to be done to her, were causing.

  Once he was satisfied the tube was correctly inserted, Sir James pressed on the round rubber bag filled with warm water that was at the end of it, and then he signalled for Lara to take over so that he could stand directly in front of Cassandra and watch her as she felt the liquid warmth filling her, increasing the tight, aching pressure between her thighs until she felt sure she couldn’t take it any more.

  ‘Keep the water flowing,’ he instructed Lara, and then he moved his mouth to Cassandra’s ear.

  ‘While you’re being cleansed, bear down for me,’ he ordered. ‘I want to see your clitoris emerge from its hiding place. I want to touch it, and when I do you are not to come. Do you understand?’

  For Cassandra, whose whole body was under incredible pressure and whose nerve endings were sending shooting messages to her brain telling her to spasm in ecstasy, the instruction was unbearable but she knew that it was her job to satisfy Sir James. The baron was proud of her legendary control, and
she had no intention of letting him down.

  As the insidious warm water continued to wash around in her inner passage, Sir James flicked at her nipples where they were pressing through the soaking silk scarf, and again her breath caught in her throat and she had to fight against a contraction of her stomach muscles as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her.

  ‘Watch this, Lara,’ said Sir James, crouching in front of Cassandra where she stood fastened to the pillars, her knees bent as he had ordered. Very slowly, Cassandra forced herself to bear down until she knew that her clitoris had emerged from the tiny fold of flesh that covered it at moments of peak arousal and that now it must be clearly visible to both Sir James and his fiancée.

  ‘You must learn how to do this, Lara,’ murmured Sir James. ‘I can’t think how Dieter trained Cassandra so well. Now, my dear, remember what I told you,’ he added in an aside to the tensely poised young woman.

  Cassandra could hardly forget. She waited in anguish for the touch, a touch that she knew would be light and skilful, and intended to precipitate a climax she must not have. Quickly she parted her lips; breathing through an open mouth always helped her control herself, but before she could steady her breathing Sir James had soaped his ring finger and in an incredibly tender sliding movement he was stroking the tip of the forced-out clitoris so that the mass of nerve endings were stimulated in the way they most enjoyed. Cassandra’s entire body went rigid as she fought against the bunching muscles and leaping currents of pleasure that threatened to consume her.

  From the bed the baron watched in astonishment, his own breathing almost as rapid as his powerless lover’s, as she struggled in front of his eyes to obey Sir James’s wishes. He saw the painfully tight stomach muscles contracting and then being forced into submission so that her climax didn’t spill over.

  He watched the nipples pressing against the silk scarf so hard that this pressure alone must have nearly triggered the climax, but again Cassandra mastered her feelings and even when Lara stopped squeezing the douche bag and allowed herself to touch the tiny, still extended bud of ecstasy, Cassandra merely trembled violently while her eyes widened in a silent but frantic appeal for mercy.

  Sir James knew that one more touch, one more piece of stimulation, would finish her, but he was a fair man and the game was over. Cassandra had done all that he’d demanded and succeeded in controlling her climax.

  ‘Brilliant!’ he said softly. ‘You’re every bit as good as Dieter says.’

  Lara looked slightly put out, as though his praise of another woman disturbed her, but the baron knew that it was a compliment on Cassandra’s sexual skill rather than on her charms as a woman and again his hand caressed her body. ‘You must tell me what it felt like,’ he whispered, before turning back to watch her as she was finally allowed her release.

  Sir James unbound her hard, aching breasts and let his tongue lap at the small pink nipples that the baron loved so much. Released from bondage and aroused again by this, they sprang erect like small sea anemones opening up and Cassandra moaned with joy.

  After that, Sir James took the scarf and let it play across her whole body. First he trailed it down her spine and beneath her buttocks, then he brought it round to the front of her and drew it along each of her quivering sides in turn, watching her flesh leap at its silken caress. Finally he drew it between her thighs and she was again instructed to bend her knees and bear down, only this time she did it with an eagerness that made the watching baron smile.

  The scarf was now running from front to back, with Lara holding the end behind Cassandra and Sir James the front end. He gently sprinkled it with some of the cool water from the copper bowl and then knelt down so that he could clearly see where her pulsating nub was showing through the tight, wet silk. He felt his mouth go dry with excitement and then using the pad of his thumb he pressed up against the nub, hearing Cassandra’s involuntary moan as he did so. Next he rotated the still swelling protrusion with gradually increasing speed until all that Cassandra could feel was an unimaginably glorious heat and tightening between her thighs that spread swiftly outwards, growing in intensity, and this time as the first stirrings of her climax began to release themselves throughout her straining belly she didn’t have to fight against it but could let it rush onwards.

  Sir James had never watched a woman take such pleasure in her final release. Cassandra’s eyes closed, her head went back and her breasts arched outwards as the ripples of excitement turned into crashing waves that seemed to the still-fastened young woman to grow and grow in size without reaching the crescendo towards which she was straining.

  Very carefully Sir James drew the scarf aside and with one long movement he let his tongue lap upwards from her vagina, along the smooth inner lips and then at last over the forced-out and straining clitoris. It was this that finally toppled Cassandra over the edge.

  She gave a scream of triumph and relief as her body spasmed in a paroxysm of release. For a moment she lost all sense of time and place as she turned into nothing more than a mass of exquisite sensations that even reached to the tips of her toes.

  Lara stood beside her fiancé and watched the slim, lean lines of the baron’s mistress as she twisted and turned as much as her bonds would allow, while small whimpers of excitement continued to issue from her mouth even after the most severe spasms had abated.

  ‘You see what the baron means when he says that pleasure delayed is pleasure doubled,’ commented Sir James casually to his fiancée. Lara nodded. She knew that as yet she couldn’t possibly control herself as Cassandra had done, but hoped that perhaps one day, after she and Sir James were married, the baron would teach her himself. In this she was quite mistaken. He had no interest in teaching Lara anything, although she was a welcome addition to his circle of acquaintances.

  When Cassandra was finally still, Lara released her from the pillars while Sir James removed the bar from between her ankles.

  ‘Would you care to join us in a threesome now, my dear?’ he asked politely.

  This was a request, not an instruction, and Cassandra knew she was free to do as she liked. ‘That’s very kind of you, but I do have other guests to attend to,’ she said politely.

  The baron watched the screen as Cassandra picked up the tattered remains of her camisole and French knickers and then walked gracefully away from the other two, her head high and her posture as upright and perfect as he always insisted. With a soft sigh, he turned off the tape and turned to look at Cassandra. ‘As Sir James said, you were brilliant. Why didn’t you go on to join them?’

  Cassandra shrugged. ‘I don’t like him very much. Besides, he’d had his chance and lost. If I’d climaxed too soon he could have insisted I join the pair of them. I wanted to make my victory clear to him.’

  She sounded so cool and composed that for a moment the baron had difficulty in reconciling the fact that she was the same woman he’d just watched twisting and turning in the throes of a huge orgasm watched by two people, one of whom, on her own admission, she didn’t even like.

  ‘Was it good?’ he asked quietly. ‘How did it feel when you finally came?’

  ‘Mind-blowing, as usual. None of your guests ever fails to deliver full satisfaction in the end,’ she said lightly.

  He made a small clicking sound of exasperation. Once more she’d avoided telling him what he really wanted to know. Did she feel humiliated by what had happened, or invigorated? Had she really seen it as a triumph, or simply something to be endured for his sake?

  ‘So, you really enjoy the parties?’ he persisted, staring directly into her clear dark eyes.

  ‘You know I do. More than you at the moment!’

  He wrapped his arms around her, always a prelude to making love, and began to lick along her shoulder blades. ‘That’s true, but fortunately Sir James has come up with a solution to my boredom. There’ll be no more parties here for a while. At last I have a new game to play!’

  ‘A game?’ Cassandra’s heart began to beat more
rapidly. In the baron’s games there was always a loser.

  ‘Yes, and a very exciting game too, but we’ll talk about it later. First, I want to make love to you, liebling.’

  Slowly his mouth and hands began to work their very special magic on her, and she gave herself up to him because these moments were rare, and therefore extra precious to her.

  It was only much later, when they were both fully sated, their naked bodies lying entwined, and daylight was creeping between the cracks of the closed shutters of the bedroom window that she remembered his earlier remark.

  Slowly she removed herself from his embrace and sat up in the bed.

  ‘Tell me about the new game, Dieter,’ she said.

  Chapter Two

  The baron rolled over onto his back and covered his eyes with his right forearm. Even the small amount of light that was coming into the room seemed like too much. What he really wanted was another hour’s sleep, but since Cassandra had raised the subject herself he decided that it might be as well to tell her everything immediately.

  ‘Ring for some coffee and then we’ll talk,’ he murmured.

  Cassandra reached for the bell-pull and in a couple of minutes Sophie appeared in their room. She was a small, dark-haired French girl, sturdily built with large breasts that fascinated many of their guests and also Peter, the manservant who had accompanied them from England.

  This morning, dressed in her regulation black outfit with the obligatory frilly white apron and mob cap she bore no resemblance to the moaning, over-stimulated figure Cassandra remembered from the first night of the party, when many of the guests had decided to use her at the same time.

  ‘Coffee please, and croissants too I think,’ requested Cassandra.

  Sophie, who was tired, was relieved that she wasn’t wanted by the couple for one of their more bizarre games. She bobbed a quick curtsy and hurried off to do Cassandra’s bidding.