Cassandra's Conflict (14 page)

He bit thoughtfully on his lower lip, then turned away from the girl and got off the bed. Katya, excited by his roughness and the fall, was waiting expectantly. He glanced at Peter, whose balls were drawn up in what was obviously an agony of tightness, and nodded at him. 'Take her how you like. From behind if possible. I shall watch it later.'

As Peter fell gratefully to the carpet and began to separate Katya's rounded buttocks, Cassandra fell asleep and the baron, strangely disquieted, went to his own, private bedroom where no woman ever joined him.

When Cassandra and the girls went down to breakfast the next morning, the baron was already there. Normally, unless he was needed at a business meeting, he never rose until mid-morning, but this particular morning he was dressed casually and Cassandra wondered what had brought him down so early. He greeted the girls with kisses and smiles, but although he spoke politely to Cassandra there was a coolness in his eyes that disappointed her and she became aware that he was watching her very closely all the time, as though searching for something that she was keeping hidden.

'The children are going to Austria tomorrow.' he announced abruptly. Both girls began to shout with excitement. 'My relatives like to see them from time to time. They will be away three weeks.'

Cassandra frowned. 'Three weeks? They'll need a lot of clothes. It doesn't give me much time to get ready.'

'They have clothes there, and you will remain here so no work is involved.'

Helena looked momentarily dispirited. 'Why can't Cassandra come too?' she asked.

'Because I don't pay her to go off having holidays the moment she arrives! Your aunt would be most upset if I sent a nanny with you, Helena. She loves giving you all her attention.'

'But we like Cassandra. What will she do without us?'

The baron's enigmatic eyes met Cassandra's. 'What indeed? I'm sure Katya and I can find things to keep her busy. Would you agree, Cassandra?'

A tingle of excitement stirred in Cassandra and her mouth went dry. 'It's a large house, there's always plenty to do,' she agreed.

'But you're not a servant!' Helena protested. 'You can't wash and ...' Her voice trailed off as she stared at the bowl of porridge Lucy was placing in front of her. 'I don't like porridge!' she wailed.

'Me does,' Christina said, picking up her spoon and beginning to eat. The baron watched as his elder daughter continued to stare at the bowl in disgust.

'If you don't eat it you can't go to Austria,' he said pleasantly.

Helena's eyes filled with tears and she looked appealingly at Cassandra. 'It makes me sick,' she whispered.

Cassandra glanced at the baron who was now watching her rather than his daughter. 'If she doesn't like it, it doesn't seem fair to give it to her,' she pointed out.

'Fair? Whoever said life was fair?' He smiled suddenly. 'My dear Cassandra, you're in charge of them, surely you can get a small bowl of porridge down a four-year-old. Whatever happened to the old fashioned discipline we discussed at your interview?'

'Just try a little, Helena,' Cassandra said coaxingly, but she knew already that the child wasn't going to eat it, and knew that the baron was aware of this as well. He had known right from the moment they came into the dining room what was going to happen, and it didn't really concern his daughter at all, but as yet Cassandra couldn't work out how it was going to affect her.

For half an hour she tried to persuade the increasingly truculent Helena to eat the porridge, but by this time it was so cold and unappetising that even Christina was staring at it in disgust. Finally Cassandra gave up. 'Leave it then,' she said shortly.

'But I want to go to Austria!' Helena wailed. 'I want to see Aunt Marguerite and my cousins. I want to! I want to!'

The baron's face went white. 'Be quiet, Helena. Your manners are disgraceful. Cassandra has obviously been spoiling you. As for Austria, we'll make a bargain. As long as Cassandra eats everything she's given today then you'll still have your holiday. Now go to your room and tidy your toys. I don't want to see you again until bedtime. Badly behaved children make me feel ill.' Both the children slipped from their chairs and sidled past their father. Helena stopped by Cassandra's side. 'You will eat everything, won't you?' she asked urgently.

Cassandra could feel the baron's eyes on her. 'Yes, of course,' she promised, although she knew that if she were given a plate of tripe and onions then Helena would just have to miss Austria, but somehow she didn't think that was quite what the baron would have in mind.

Once the children had gone he stared at her. 'You intrigue me, Cassandra. You have built such a protective shell about yourself that I wonder if it's possible to reach your centre, and yet at the same time you're as vulnerable as the girls. It's an intoxicating mixture. Last night I couldn't sleep,' he added, and it was obvious that for him this was a new experience.

'I'm sorry,' she said automatically.

He tilted his head to one side and examined her searchingly. 'Yes, and so you should be because it was your fault.'

'My fault?'

'Last night, for a moment ...' He stopped. 'It's of no importance. You enjoyed last night, didn't you?'

She remembered the Thai beads, and the moment when Katya had inserted the vibrator inside her so that her body had gone into a spasm of ecstasy and her cheeks went pink. 'Yes,' she murmured.

Now he laughed, and the tension that had previously been apparent in him vanished. 'Yes indeed! Lunch is formal today. One o'clock in the dining room. The girls will eat in the nursery.'

Although the morning was busy as the girls tidied their toys and argued about what ones to take on the plane with them, Cassandra found herself continually glancing at her watch. She knew that the lunch was going to be special, and that it was here that she would be expected to eat whatever the baron and Katya chose to put in front of her so that Helena could still go to Austria. Fear and excitement kept her in a constant state of dread mixed with anticipation.

At exactly one o'clock she went into the dining room. Katya was already there, drinking a glass of sherry and smiling far too widely for Cassandra's comfort. 'Isn't this fun!' she exclaimed, filling another glass and handing it to Cassandra. 'I hope you're hungry!'

Cassandra drained the sherry in one go and held out the glass for a refill. Whatever lay ahead she had the feeling that alcohol would help.

'One is sufficient,' the baron said, coming in quickly from a door at the back of the room and taking the glass from her. 'We want you to be fully in control of yourself for Peter's sake!'

Cassandra looked from the baron's smiling face to Katya's bright eyes and she swallowed hard. 'Peter's sake?'

'Of course. He's your main course, my dear. How experienced are you in matters of oral sex?'

Cassandra's eyes widened and she felt slightly sick. Once or twice Paul had tried to get her to experiment, but she'd always ended up retching violently and even at the memory her stomach began to lurch. The baron saw her expression and sighed. 'Dear me, I do hope poor Helena isn't going to be disappointed after all. Ah, Peter, come in please and lock the door behind you.'

Cassandra watched Peter cross the room toward them. He was a tall, fair-haired lad and well built for nineteen. The thought of taking him in her mouth made Cassandra back away as he advanced.

The baron pointed to a winged chair. 'Sit there, Peter.' The lad obeyed. Now the baron turned back to Cassandra. 'Take off your dress, my dear, and the bra too I think. It's more exciting to see your breasts free.'

'I don't want to do this,' Cassandra said nervously.

'Of course you don't. If you did the whole exercise would be pointless. You're the substitute for Helena. Since you couldn't make her eat her porridge you have to eat Peter. In olden days it was called finding a whipping boy!' Katya laughed and smiled at her lover.

'Kneel down between his legs,' the baron said. Cassandra thought of Helena and obeyed. Her legs were trembling as she settled herself on the carpet, and she was grateful for the protection of the lace-edged panties that she'd been allowed to keep on.

Peter's hands were gripping the sides of the chair and he was staring straight ahead, not daring to get too excited at this stage. He was still wearing his jeans, but Cassandra could see the telltale bulge as his cock strained against the zipped-up fly.

'Undo him,' the baron said impatiently. With shaking hands she fumbled with the zip. He had nothing on beneath the jeans and as soon as the zip was lowered his erect penis sprang out and up until it was almost flat against his stomach.

'You'll have to kneel higher,' Katya said, laughing at Cassandra's expression. 'Poor Peter won't want you pulling it down, that might spoil the pleasure for him.'

The baron was watching Peter. 'Be careful,' he warned the lad. 'I'm relying on you to control yourself. God knows, you've had enough lessons from Katya.'

'I think he finds Cassandra rather more exciting,' Katya remarked, noticing the beads of sweat on Peter's upper lip. 'It must be her innocence!'

Cassandra knelt upright, her eyes fixed on the thick, blood filled shaft in front of her, topped by the purple swollen head with the tiny slit that already had a bead of clear moisture in it. She had no idea how to start or what to do that wouldn't make her feel even worse than she did at this moment.

The baron moved in behind her and put a hand on her bare shoulder, letting his fingers move gently round in small circles while he pushed her long hair forward so that strands of it brushed against Peter's erection making him catch his breath in excitement.

'Learn well, Cassandra,' he murmured. 'Once you've discovered the joys of giving pleasure in this way, you can pleasure me. I can hardly wait to feel your warm, moist mouth enclose me and to see you swallow my seed. Learn it for me.'

She shivered as his hand wandered down her exposed spine, lingering every now and again to play over separate vertebrae while her nipples hardened at his touch. 'Lean forward,' he said quietly. 'Lick the moisture from the tip, and let your tongue go into the slit as you do so.' Katya moved to stand behind the chair, so that she could look down on Peter's straining cock and the slim, dark haired girl's first, amateurish attempts to fellate a man.

Cassandra knew that she had to obey, and very slowly she put out the tip of her tongue and lapped at the tiny clear bead of moisture. It tasted salty on her tongue, but just as she was about to pull away she felt the baron's hand on her head and remembered to flick the point of her tongue into the split. Peter gave a soft moan and the head of his penis swelled even more.

'Go round the outside ridge,' said the baron calmly. 'Lick at it as though it were an ice cream, and put a hand at the base so that he can feel your fingers gripping him there.'

Cassandra obeyed, and as she worked, Katya reached down and undid the belt on Peter's jeans so that they could be spread open exposing his stomach to the gentle caress of Cassandra's hair.

Once the jeans were opened up Peter was instructed to lift slightly and the baron pulled on the legs of the jeans until the tightly bunched testicles were also within Cassandra's reach. Soon she was being instructed to lick them as well, and although she didn't like the feel of the skin there, she was excited by the way they rippled and tightened, and also by Peter's ragged breathing.

After a time the baron decided that she must now take the straining cock into her mouth, but this time he met with more resistance from Cassandra who pushed back against his guiding hand and began to panic. Katya smiled to herself. It was obvious Cassandra wasn't getting enough pleasure from this, and as it would become an integral part of the girl's life from now on, she would lose points regularly. Personally, Katya couldn't imagine why any woman wouldn't be excited by the power of giving a man oral sex. It was one of her favourite occupations and she had often spent whole afternoons bringing Peter to ejaculation more times than he wanted in her enthusiasm.

Cassandra's resistance excited the baron, but he also wanted the lesson to go well and so he released her for a moment and went away, only to return with a small pot of yoghurt which he handed to Katya. His mistress quickly pushed the younger girl out of her way and carefully spread it over Peter's throbbing penis. She longed to suck some of it off herself, but Dieter was right there and she didn't dare, so she contented herself with giving the lad an almost fatal flick of her finger on the delicate skin of his perineum as she stepped away.

Peter gasped, his penis strained, but he caught his employer's eye and managed to contain himself. The baron waited until the erection began to diminish slightly before pushing Cassandra back towards him. 'There, now perhaps you won't be so silly. Take him in your mouth and suck off the yoghurt.' Cassandra opened her mouth, hesitated for a brief second and then took her courage in both hands and dipped her head. Her lips encountered the cool yoghurt and as the baron continued to give instructions she obediently sucked at the dripping liquid, almost unaware of the effect she was having on the lad in the chair.

The baron and Katya watched as Cassandra unknowingly began to warm to her task. Her fingers moved delicately round the base of Peter's shaft as she found her rhythm and her head moved steadily up and down as she sucked hard, at the same time flicking her tongue around the head.

Peter's almost uncontrollable excitement communicated itself to Cassandra as his flesh leapt and throbbed inside her mouth. She rose higher on her knees and bent lower, so that her hair brushed all over his belly adding yet another stimulation. He felt so hard that it was painful, and he looked to his employer for permission to ejaculate but the baron shook his head.

Peter's testicles were bunched tightly against his body and his stomach muscles were rigid with his efforts not to shoot his sperm into the warm and innocently wicked mouth. 'Put your free hand under him,' the baron whispered against Cassandra's ear. 'Let your fingers caress his buttocks, and inside the crease.'