Free Cassandra's Conflict by Fredrica Alleyn

on top of her. She realised that the coffee hadn't helped at all, in fact, it had made her feel even more peculiar.
    Katya's eyes gleamed across the room at her and Cassandra quickly sat up straighter in her chair. The baron's hands were moving over Katya's upper arms now, small circular movements that were hypnotically soothing. Cassandra's own skin tingled as though he were touching her.
    Slowly, very slowly, his hands moved back up and the long fingers caressed the sides of Katya's neck before moving inexorably down to where the V of the dress exposed the gentle swell of her breasts. Cassandra's breath caught in her throat. She wanted to look away, and yet she couldn't. Despite the air conditioning she was hotter now than in the dining room, and her mouth was dry.
    For a long time his fingers lingered there, moving gently and insistently and Cassandra could see the top of Katya's breasts swelling and the dress tightening round the concealed lower half. The baron's head had been bent, but suddenly he lifted it and stared directly into Cassandra's eyes for a moment before leaning down until his head touched the top of Katya's and then his left hand slid right inside the deep V of the neckline and Cassandra watched incredulously as he tenderly lifted one round globe free of the dress. He then put his palm flat against Katya's ribcage and pushed upwards until he could take the hard peak of her nipple into his mouth.
    Cassandra's heart was beating loudly in her ears and her own breasts were aching, longing for his knowing fingers to touch them just as they were touching Katya. No one had ever touched Cassandra that way. Paul's fumblings had borne no resemblance to the delicate way the baron was playing with Katya and even through the drugged mists of her mind she knew that this was what her body wanted, needed, and that if she couldn't have it she would die.
    Small whimpering sounds of pleasure were coming from Katya's mouth, and from time to time the baron would take his lips from her breast and press them against her mouth to silence the sounds before returning to the rapidly darkening nipple.
    After a time Katya's hips began to move in the chair and she reached up for the baron's free hand, bringing it down to her stomach so that he could press his fingers against her there, rotating his hand in time to the rotations of his tongue round her exposed breast.
    Cassandra could hear her own breathing now, harsh and laboured, and Katya was making tiny mewing sounds of pleasure that increased in volume as the baron took the nipple and surrounding area into his mouth and began to suck hard on it, like a child at the breast.
    Cassandra's thighs were tense and trembling, there was a dull ache in the pit of her stomach and her breasts felt as swollen as Katya's looked. Her entire body felt strange, so sensitive that even the touch of the chiffon skirt against the soft skin at the back of her knees was almost unbearable and without realising it her hands crept slowly upwards to cup her own breasts.
    All at once, Katya's mewing sounds changed to breathless gasps, her hips moved more urgently, the baron's hand slid lower down her stomach and its movements became less gentle and then the petite, silver-blonde woman's whole body bucked violently in the chair and Cassandra stared at the scene despairingly, heavy-eyed and tense as the other woman found release; release which Cassandra unknowingly needed herself.
    When Katya's body was finally still, the baron released her and walked towards Cassandra, his eyes going to her breasts where without realising it she was caressing herself through the tight folds of the chiffon. He crouched down in front of her, noting the slack mouth, the feverish brightness of the eyes, and the taut tension of the body. 'You see,' he whispered. 'There are always ways of distracting yourself from discomfort. Katya was just as hot as you in the dining room. She didn't want the food any more than you did, but she knew