Free Cassandra's Conflict by Fredrica Alleyn Page B

breasts were so painful that she couldn't bear it any longer.
    'I want you to touch my breasts,' she gasped. 'Please, please do it now.'
    He didn't smile any more, his expression was almost grave. 'You see, it wasn't so hard was it? But how can I touch them while you're in that ridiculous dress?'
    Cassandra stared at him, her brain dulled by the wine and the sexual frustration of the evening. 'I don't ... I hadn't thought.'
    'Take it off.'
    Her eyes filled with tears. 'I can't! Katya didn't have to take hers off.'
    The baron put out a hand and let his fingers brush lightly against the material encasing her. Her skin leapt at the touch. 'It isn't the same like that, is it?' he asked quizzically.
    Cassandra shook her head. 'No, but ...'
    'Lean forward,' he told her quietly. Almost collapsing with relief that she did not have to do it herself, Cassandra did as he instructed. She felt his hand tug at the top of the zip that ran the length of the dress, then he put his hands under her arms and pulled her to her feet so that the dress slithered to the floor, leaving her standing in front of him wearing only a pair of cream French knickers. He caught his breath with excitement.
    Gently he pulled the pins out of her carefully arranged chignon until her hair tumbled freely about her face and down past her shoulders, then he stepped back to look at her more carefully.
    Cassandra watched him, her breasts rising and falling, her tiny nipples standing erect and pink and hardening even more beneath his gaze. She followed his eyes as they swept down her, and was proud of her small waist and narrow hips but she wished that her legs weren't trembling so much.
    The baron felt a hard lump of emotion in his throat, something he couldn't identify but which he knew he'd experienced long ago, before life had become so boring, and suddenly he didn't want Katya to see what was going to follow. This slim, unawakened girl in front of him would never take pleasure in the kind of scene he and Katya had played out that afternoon, and suddenly his own part in that sickened him.
    In his temper he'd only pandered to Katya's deep-rooted masochism, and it had been a mistake. Well, if she was masochistic enough to enjoy being deprived of seeing what was about to happen he'd be astonished, and it was with great delight that he turned and flicked the switch on the tiny remote control box set beneath the coffee table. Now they were truly alone.
    Cassandra had begun to shiver. She had never wanted a man's hands on her before, never had any desire for Paul to touch her or even kiss her, and yet now, virtually naked in front of a man she'd only just met she was almost frantic with longing while he stood there totally calm, simply watching her.
    The baron saw the indecision on her face and moved towards her. 'Lie down on the rug,' he said quietly, and his hands pushed on her shoulders. She sank down gratefully, at least now he wouldn't be able to see the way her legs were shaking. He sat down next to her and reached for the opened bottle of wine. Automatically, Cassandra opened her mouth.
    'Not again, greedy one!' She stared up at him as he tipped the bottle slowly and let chilled wine splash onto her breasts, making her gasp as it landed on her hot, aching flesh.
    Almost idly he ran a finger round both nipples, spreading the wine over the whole surface area of the breasts. Cassandra wanted more, and pushed up towards him. 'No, lie still. You must always lie still during pleasuring. If you move, I have to stop.'
    'Why?' she whimpered.
    He shrugged. 'It's more fun that way. Now, I shall drink some wine myself.' She watched his head descend to her breasts and as his warm tongue lapped at the liquid where it was spilling from her breasts and down to her ribs she groaned with pleasure. The tongue was feather light, almost as though he were a kitten licking a saucer of cream. After a time he cupped her breasts with his hands, pushing them upwards and closed his whole mouth