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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
    T he 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. 'A pity she wasn't the one to break the jug,' muttered the baron. 'I think I would enjoy punishing her today. She has such a delicious relationship with the punishment chair.'
    Cassandra, remembering that she had to deal with Monique's transgression before the day was out, wondered if she should use the chair on the other maid. It was always effective, but had to be used sparingly. She tried to recall when Monique had last been forced to endure it, but her memory failed her and she made a mental note to look it up in her punishment book before she made her final decision.
    Once Sophie had reappeared with the coffee and then had withdrawn, Cassandra broke a croissant in half, spread it liberally with the thick golden honey produced by their own bees and took a large bite. She was starving after the night's activity and watching her lick at the drips that escaped from her mouth, the baron delighted in her appetite. Since coming to the chateau he had taught her how to savour everything more fully, from the full-bodied red wines of the surrounding area to the light, crisp dry whites; from the sweet, sticky honey she was eating now to the local speciality of crayfish cooked in wine. Above all, he'd continued to teach her how to take increasing sexual stimulation, to discipline her body and control her reactions until she was now sensually the most finely tuned woman he'd ever possessed. Yes, he mused, they hadn't