Cassandra's Chateau

by Fredrica Alleyn

  For Nicola, even this light touch was like a searing brand. Her breasts felt as though they were expanding with every second that passed and her whole body was churning with a kind of sick excitement that she felt she should subdue. She twisted her shoulders to try and free herself but Cassandra’s fingers proved surprisingly strong and it was impossible to escape the baron’s relentless progress.

  At last he reached the nipples themselves. He studied them with the eye of a connoisseur. A little too large and dark for his taste, but still highly erotic, especially on such a small, pale body. He flicked at one of the nipples, his nail hard against the delicate and previously untouched tissue. Nicola gasped and pressed herself back against the end of the couch.

  The baron allowed himself a small laugh. ‘There’s no need to be coy, Nicola. After all, this is why you’re here. You should enjoy it.’

  She knew that she should, and that she very easily could, but a part of her kept saying that it was wrong, that she shouldn’t be responding to this man’s touch, however skilled and experienced he might be, because it was so detached. In her mind she had imagined that one day she’d fall in love and then magical and totally mysterious things would happen to her body, but this man was making things happen despite the fact that he wasn’t in love with her.

  The baron could guess at the conflict going on in her mind. It didn’t trouble him. The corruption of innocence, the destruction of outdated ideals, they were all part of the fun of the game. Within a few days she’d think nothing of this as her horizons expanded.

  Softly he closed one hand around her left breast and squeezed it. At first the pressure was gentle and almost unsexual, but then the fingers began to tighten and her breast swelled until it felt too large for his grip but still he kept tightening his fingers and now it felt uncomfortable and she began to shift restlessly on the couch while small whimpering sounds came from her throat.

  Despite the sounds of protest the baron could feel how hard Nicola’s nipple was against the palm of his hand. Abruptly, just as the girl felt that she couldn’t stand the pressure any more, he released her and bending his head forward, he spread his mouth over the entire nipple and sucked steadily, drawing as much as possible into his mouth and at the same time easing his head back so that if Cassandra hadn’t kept a tight hold on Nicola’s shoulders she would have moved with him.

  As it was she was forced to remain immobile and she whimpered more loudly as her nipple, already sensitised by his grip, was extended to its limit.

  ‘Please, don’t do that!’ she implored him as strange currents of heat coursed through her breasts. He ignored her.

  Now he took the nipple into his mouth, twirled his tongue around its rigid hardness for several seconds while she squirmed with what she was certain was forbidden delight, and then he gazed deep into her eyes and nipped on the very tip of it, before letting his teeth graze along the entire length of the nipple and then finally releasing it.

  He saw the change in her eyes. Saw the troubled, doubtful look vanish as his teeth sent sharp little darts of pain shooting through her. Her hips began to twist from side to side and she uttered tiny incomprehensible moans of sheer pleasure as the pain drew forth her first tiny climax of the evening.

  The baron continued to hold her gaze, trying to look deep down into her soul to see exactly what kind of a woman she was going to become. As she stared back at him, her normally innocent eyes suddenly appearing more knowing, he realised that without her being aware of it, he probably had her measure already.

  She looked delicate, she was definitely naive and untouched, but she would adapt quickly to the darkly sensual pleasures that he so enjoyed. Her initial response had been relatively muted until the mixture of pleasure and pain, then she had been totally at the mercy of her body. He was surprised, but it made the prospect of the forthcoming weeks far more exciting.

  Now that he had elicited a positive response from Nicola the baron was encouraged to go further. He signalled for Cassandra to release the girl’s shoulders then deftly turned her on her side and finished unfastening her zip so that he could slide the dress down over her hips and legs before letting it fall in a heap on the floor at the end of the couch.

  A slightly dazed Nicola, heavy-headed from the wine and still acutely aware of her tender left breast and the strange sensations that had just engulfed her body, didn’t even realise what was happening until she felt the air across her stomach and thighs, then she struggled to sit upright.

  The baron watched her impassively. She glanced at him from beneath lowered lashes in what he assumed must be an unintentionally provocative manner and crossed her arms awkwardly over her bare breasts. Cassandra promptly drew the girl’s arms away, down to her sides again.

  ‘The baron likes to look,’ she explained.

  ‘There’s nothing to be ashamed of, your breasts are lovely.’

  ‘I want to go to my room,’ protested Nicola. ‘I’m not sure I want to . . .’ ‘Your father’s instructions were clear. I am expected to teach you how to fulfil yourself sexually and this is only the beginning,’ said the baron shortly.

  ‘You, if you remember, are expected to obey me. Now, let me see just how much you liked our little exercise.’

  He placed a hand between her thighs, and encountered a tell-tale damp patch on the white cotton panties. ‘Quite a bit, it seems. Now spread your legs a little wider. Cassandra, fetch the pelvic pillows.’

  These ribbed, inflated cushions had been placed on the chaise longue earlier and Cassandra slid one beneath Nicola’s lower back and the second underneath her bottom so that it was easier both for the baron to explore her and for Cassandra to watch. It was also a simple matter for Cassandra to slip Nicola’s panties off her, despite the girl’s pleas for them to be left on.

  ‘Do be quiet,’ said the baron, irritated by this.

  ‘You know perfectly well you have no choice, and are simply delaying your own pleasure.’ He tweaked her right nipple as he spoke and to Nicola’s shamed astonishment it sprang instantly erect.

  From his trouser pocket the baron drew a tiny silver chain with a miniature handcuff charm on each end. He slipped the adjustable loops of the charms over each dark nipple, securing them tightly against the areola. Nicola felt the instant pressure and as her nipples swelled the baron licked each of the hard, pointed ends and waves of pleasure swept through her.

  ‘There, it looks enchanting and increases your sensitivity,’ said the baron with satisfaction. ‘You will wear it beneath your nightgown tonight. Do not remove it yourself at any time. Cassandra will attend to it in the morning.’

  At last it was time for him to explore, albeit very slowly, her most secret parts and he moved to the end of the couch, separating her knees and examining her upthrust vulva. The hair was soft and downy and he brushed it carefully upwards, revealing pale skin underneath and tightly closed outer sex lips. Nicola could hardly breathe as his fingers began to wander along the tops of her thighs, delicately stroking the highly sensitive skin.

  Although he stroked behind her knees and across her tense stomach for a long time, Nicola’s sex refused to open for him. At last he glanced up at Cassandra.

  ‘Hold her lips apart for me.’

  ‘No!’ protested Nicola, trying to close her knees against the pressure of his hands.

  ‘In a moment,’ he said with dangerous softness, ‘I am going to get very annoyed with you. Sir James assured me you were obedient. Was he wrong? Or worse still, lying to me?’

  Silently, well aware of what her stepfather’s rage would be like if she offended his friend, Nicola let her knees part again. She didn’t want to annoy the baron, all she wanted to do was to please him, but having Cassandra present was making it very hard for her, and her previously unawakened body was in such turmoil it no longer felt as though it belonged to her.

  Very carefully Cassandra parted Nicola’s outer sex lips, feeling the girl’s body tremble as she did so. The baron studied the delicate s
oft pink inner lips, the intricate folds of her still unawakened womanhood and his right hand pressed upwards on the skin over her pubic bone so that her clitoral hood moved back to reveal the tiny pearl-like button that would give her so much delight in the weeks to come.

  After a few moments he released the hood and using the middle finger of his right hand he lightly circled the entrance to her vagina, spreading some of the milky secretions that were leaking from it up along the insides of her inner lips. Nicola’s hips shook and a strange tightness 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 for 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 instructions led Nicola out of the small, overheated room 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

  When Nicola had gone, looking dazed and vulnerable 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 yet. She’s only been 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.

  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.

  Cassandra switched on the monitor in her room just in time to see what was happening. Immediately she rang through to the kitchen and told Sophie to hurry and take coffee to Nicola. A part of Cassandra wanted Sophie to be too late, so that she could report this act of defiance to the baron, but another part of her realised that the girl was only half-awake and scarcely conscious of what she was doing.

  Luckily for Nicola, although Sophie took quite a long time, she herself came to her senses just as her fingers began to edge up her soft thighs. She suddenly remembered the baron’s words and quickly withdrew her hand. She couldn’t imagine how he would know if she disobeyed him, but at this early stage she didn’t dare take the chance of risking his disapproval.

  No sooner had she drunk the coffee that Sophie brought her than she heard a light tap on the door. ‘Come in,’ she called hesitantly, wondering if it was the baron back to explore her body once more.

  Cassandra entered, and noticed the hint of disappointment in Nicola’s eyes. It seemed that her experiences the night before hadn’t put her off the baron despite her protests at the time. ‘I thought I’d better take off your chain before you had your bath,’ she explained.

  Nicola flushed. ‘I can take it off myself.’

  ‘That isn’t allowed. The baron’s instructions for the day are quite clear, and this is one of them. Did you sleep well?’ she added.

  ‘Yes thank you,’ lied Nicola.

  Cassandra could see the dark rings beneath the girl’s eyes and knew better, but she was surprised that Nicola felt it necessary to lie to her. A disturbed night would not have been unusual in a strange bed. It could only mean that the disturbance had been due to erotic dreams and sexual frustration that she was unwilling to admit, even to herself.