Cassandra's Conflict by Fredrica Alleyn

over each of the breasts in turn, sucking very carefully to begin with, but then increasing the force until the tugging became almost painful.
    Cassandra's head began to move from side to side with excitement. In some strange way the baron's sucking and tonguing seemed to be making things worse rather than better, so that her whole body was screaming for attention, but Cassandra knew instinctively that it wouldn't receive it. Whatever it was she needed, she would have to ask, and at the moment she didn't have the words and besides she didn't want him to leave her exquisitely sensitive nipples.
    The darts of pleasure grew and turned to flames. She felt as though her upper body was on fire and without realising it her legs began to move restlessly against the thick pile of the rug and the touch of the material helped her. Automatically, she began to move as much of herself as she could so that nearly all of her bare back and legs were being caressed by the long strands of the rug, heightening her senses so that her body was more alive than ever before.
    The baron knew what was happening, but it was only when she began to move her hips that he put a restraining hand across her stomach. 'No, not tonight, Cassandra. Keep still now,' he murmured, lifting his head from her engorged creamy globes. Noticing the flush of sexual excitement on her neck and chest, he knew that he could bring her to a climax within a few seconds.
    Cassandra felt his hand on her bare waist and her hips stopped moving, but the effort needed to keep still was tremendous and it was only because she so desperately wanted to please him that she was able to do as he ordered.
    He looked at the delicate buds that topped her breasts, and marvelled at the childlike innocence they seemed to represent, but there was nothing innocent in the glazed look in her eyes or the ragged way she was breathing.
    He drew back from her for a moment to touch a bell set in the control panel and then he put a hand down, took her left nipple between a finger and thumb and began to pinch it. At first the pinch was so light she couldn't feel it, but then the pressure increased until it began to hurt, and she gave a small cry.
    'Hush!' he said soothingly. 'Wait, trust me, Cassandra. This will be good for you.'
    Cassandra moaned fretfully. The unattended breast longed for his mouth while the pain in the other was distracting her from the pleasures of the past half hour. Then, suddenly, the quality of the pain changed and it turned into a different kind of pleasure from before, a red-hot pleasure sharper than anything that had preceded it and her head went back hard against the floor.
    Seeing this, the baron quickly bent his head and took the other nipple into his mouth, grazing it lightly with his teeth before clamping his lips firmly round the glorious hard roundness of her and sucking with all the force he could muster while at the same time the fingers of the hand holding her other nipple closed together hard.
    The sensations flooded through Cassandra. She closed her eyes and flashes of colour exploded behind her lids, the tightness in her abdomen increased and it was only his restraining hand that kept her hips still, then suddenly her whole body was rocked by an explosion that sent electric currents tearing through her so that she actually screamed aloud as sweat poured from her body and a trickle of liquid escaped from between her thighs wetting the fabric of her French knickers.
    The baron sat back and watched Cassandra as her eyes opened and she stared at him in bewilderment. Her breasts no longer ached, they were tender and slightly sore but the dreadful pressure had gone, and her whole body felt limp as though she'd swum thirty lengths of a pool or gone for a long run.
    'I take it I did it right?' the baron said sardonically, and his change of expression, the lack of tenderness in his eyes, made her feel terrible. Her head was clear now. She was no longer dizzy or disorientated and