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Mike was entranced. He watched her so avidly that Joanna was
sure he didn’t even blink. She thought about having him captive like this, of
all the ways she could use him for her own pleasure, and of the pleasure it
would give to both of them. She was wet already, slick with her desire for him,
and her clitoris was swollen with need.

“Joanna...” he whispered, his need clear.

She knew how much Mike liked the smell and taste of puss, so
she rubbed her fingertips in her own juices, then smeared her hand across his
face. He licked at her gloved fingers, rapturous, and shuddered. She reached
back and felt the rock-hard thickness of his cock, imagine how it would feel
when she finally took him inside herself.

The tide swept over her suddenly then, taking her by
surprise with its speed and its vigor. She came fast and hard, losing her
balance so she sat on his chest, rocking and shaking over her release.

Mike’s eyes were shining when Joanna opened her eyes.
“Joanna,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I can’t stand it...”

“Of course you can,” she scolded. “Don’t you want to please
me?” She dropped her voice. “Don’t you want to possess me?” She put her hand
over his mouth when he would have argued. “I’ll give you a chance to make me
come the second time. Make it last, though. No hurrying just to get to your own
release, or I’ll have to discipline you.”

“Promise?” Mike whispered wickedly and she smiled. There was
a moment when their gazes clung, a moment when she knew that he loved her just
as much as she loved him, when she was sure that everything would work out. It
left a lump in her throat and a thundering in her heart.

But there was business to be done first. Joanna moved again,
swinging her leg over Mike’s head and dropping the sheer dress around him.
Because she was on her knees, the hem fell all the way to the bed, like a
curtain. Mike whispered her name with reverence and wriggled in his bonds with
anticipation.

“Come here, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Let me show you just
how sorry I am.”

Joanna smiled as she queened him, then caught her breath as
his tongue flicked against her wet heat. She tipped her head back at the sweet
heat of his breath on her hungry sex and moaned aloud. Mike could make her come
repeatedly when he wanted to, and she had a feeling he was going to try to do
just that.

Of course, she wasn’t without options herself. She braced
herself over the length of him and took his cock into her mouth again, running
her tongue around the tip slowly.

“Not fair!” Mike gasped.

“Everything’s fair when you need discipline,” Joanna
replied, waited for him to gasp, then tightened his cock ring a little bit
more.

This exercise was going to take a while.

She had to wonder which one of them would want it to stop
first.

* * *

Athena awakened in the bed that was the replica of the one
she’d had as a teenager. It was early in the morning, the sunlight slanting
through the windows and lighting the room. The bed was empty beside her, but
then she’d never once awakened with the Count. He didn’t like to sleep with his
partners.

She’d learned that much from him, at least.

Her wrists were bound together to the headboard with a
length of soft cloth, a bond that had been knotted securely for all its
softness. Her ankles were similarly tied to the corners of the footboard, and
she was nude. The quilt had been tossed over her and her hair was loose across
the pillow.

Athena didn’t like sleeping bound. It made her feel captive,
reliant upon others and irritable as a result. When would the Count come and
untie her? What would he want when he did?

The fact was that Athena was much better at being dominant
than being submissive.

She frowned at the ceiling as she thought. She knew the
Count had been responsible for revealing the Plume’s location to the police. He
had to have done it to ensure that she had nothing left, to eliminate her
partnership with Rex and to encourage her to turn to him for solace.

Athena was furious that he would destroy everything she
cared about, just to see his own desire satisfied. That he would ruin her life
to ensure her dependence upon him said a lot about the kind of love the Count
felt for her.

Athena figured they didn’t define love in quite the same
way.

Plus, the Count held the title to her grandmother’s house in
London. Although she’d agreed to exchange a night of captivity with him for the
title to the property, she didn’t really expect him to keep his terms. It had
been more than one night now, and she was still tied down.

Mostly she’d surrendered to him to see if he was as good as
she remembered, to find out whether he really was the man she missed.

He wasn’t. She’d found herself slipping out of the moment, thinking
of ways that the scene could have been improved, becoming impatient with his
obsession with his own pleasure. He certainly didn’t want to explore her
desires. Athena guessed that she wasn’t supposed to have any, not beyond an
extension of his needs. He’d been troubled by the fullness of her breasts,
which was just another clue that he wanted her to be someone other than she
was.

Maybe someone she’d never been.

She wasn’t going to surgically change her breasts to suit
any man’s fantasy, even if it was a fantasy of her.

There was a slight rap at the door, then the maid Anna
entered quietly. She was wearing the corset and apron that the Count had chosen
as uniform for his household maids, along with laced ankle boots, stockings and
a lace cap in her hair. She wore lace gloves and carried a feather duster. “Oh!
I didn’t realize you were still in bed, Countess.” Anna started to curtsey and
retreat.

“Anna! Don’t go!”

Anna hesitated on the threshold. “I shouldn’t obey you,
Countess.”

Athena rolled her eyes. “Of course, you should. I’m the one
who’s going to give you what you want.” The maid blinked in surprise and Athena
dropped her voice. “Come in and shut the door.”

Anna did as she was told, sparing only one nervous glance
over her shoulder first. She leaned back against the door, toying with the
feather duster. “Don’t let him catch me, Countess.”

“Why not? If you aren’t bad, then you’re never going to need
to be punished.”

Anna straightened at that, her eyes wide.

“Come here and untie me.” When the maid hesitated, Athena
lied. “I need to use the bathroom. Hurry!”

Anna crossed the room quickly then, but hesitated as she
looked down at Athena. “You’re trying to trick me,” she said. A dangerous light
appeared in her eyes and she flicked back the quilt. She surveyed Athena with
obvious appreciation, then met her gaze. “You said we’d play together one day,”
she whispered.

“I have things to do this morning.”

Anna smiled. “So do I.” She flicked the feather duster
across Athena’s breasts, and Athena shivered at the tickling sensation. Anna
did it again, more slowly, letting the feathers run over Athena’s skin from
shoulder to hip. She reached out with her other hand and pinched Athena’s
nipples hard enough to make Athena gasp. “I think you’re the one who’s bad,” the
maid said. “I think you’re the one who needs to be punished.”

“But who’s going to punish me?” Athena demanded, enjoying
the maid’s game. “Not one naughty little maid?”

Anna smiled. “Maybe I’m naughtier than you think.”

Before Athena could think of a reply, Anna tugged the pillow
case off the second pillow on the bed, drew it out tight and knotted it. Athena
guessed her intention and started to protest, but Anna shoved the knot into
Athena’s mouth. She wrapped the end of the cloth around her head and tied it on
one side of Athena’s face. It wasn’t a pretty gag, but it was an effective one.

Athena could only make a slight moan.

Anna smiled at that and went to the door. She peered into
the hall and beckoned to someone. Athena wasn’t really surprised when one of
the male slaves who served in the house appeared in the doorway.

It was Anthony, the slave who managed the dining room. He
was golden brown with rich dark eyes, his lashes so long and thick that any
girl would be envious. His lips were full and sensuous, the curve to them
revealing that he had a sense of humor. There was something decadent in the
curl of those lips that appealed to Athena.

There was something wicked in his eyes when he walked around
the bed. He was wearing the Count’s livery for male slaves: tall black leather
boots, white leather pants that were cut away in front, a black codpiece and
white gloves. His body was slick and tanned, his hair removed and his skin so
glossy that he might have been oiled. He had a gold earring that dangled from
one ear.

“We can do what we want to her,” Anna whispered.

“We certainly can,” Anthony agreed.

“She wants to be untied.”

“And those are the terms. Satisfy us and we’ll let you go.”
Anthony smiled.

Athena nodded, her entire body tingling in anticipation.

“I suppose you want to eat her,” Anthony said to Anna.

“And you want to fuck her,” Anna replied.

Anthony grinned and unfastened his codpiece. “Who wouldn’t?”
His cock was hard and so big that Athena couldn’t imagine how it had fit under
the codpiece. “It’ll have to be fast. I have a delivery arriving in twenty
minutes.”

“Short and sweet,” Anna agreed. She knelt at the foot of the
bed and placed her hands on the insides of Athena’s thighs, spreading her wide.
Athena gasped at the flutter of Anna’s breath on her, then shivered at the
flick of the maid’s little kitten tongue against her pulsing sex. Anna ran her
tongue over Athena and Athena was shocked at the sensation.

The maid had just brushed her teeth or eaten a mint. Her
touch tingled in a most distracting way, one that Athena loved.

She had very little time to think about that, though,
because Anthony climbed on to the bed. He flung one muscled leg over her chest,
then braced one hand on her headboard. He caressed her cheek with a fingertip
and smiled at her. “Bite me and my delivery can wait. I’ll take you every
possible way before I let you go. Understand?”

Athena nodded, although it was only time constraints that
would make her behave. If she hadn’t needed to get untied and turn the tables
on the Count, she would have been very happy to tempt Anthony’s revenge.

She’d have to be sure they met again.

Anna was licking and suckling, making Athena run like a
river. Anthony untied the gag and speared his fingers into her hair, lifting
her head by the nape. Athena closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment, and
opened her mouth for his thick sex.

He was gorgeous, so smooth and hard that she wanted to take
a week sucking him off. He set a leisurely pace, as if he wanted it to last as
well. Athena savored the sense of being used for their pleasure, even while
Anna ensured her own. The bed began to rock in a familiar rhythm, the scent of
sex and perfume and perspiration filling the small room. Athena heard Anthony
gasp and felt him get harder. She grazed her teeth against him, loving how that
made him moan. His fingers tightened in her hair, even as Anna nipped at her
clitoris. She felt her orgasm building in the same moment that Anthony released
that first bit of semen.

He roared and came in a torrent, his jizz spilling into her
mouth and down her cheek. Athena had a chance to see his fleeting smile, then
he braced his hands on either side of her head and wiped the semen away with
the pillowcase. He bent to kiss her, and Athena stretched up to meet those luscious
lips. Anna chose that instant to suck hard on Athena’s clitoris in that same
moment, driving her completely over the edge. She cried as she came but Anthony
swallowed the sound with his kiss. She rocked beneath the two of them, finding
the biggest release she’d had yet in that house.

When it was done, she was panting and flushed, her heart
pounding. Anthony finished his kiss and smiled down at her with delight.

“Fuck her for me,” Athena whispered so low that only he
could hear her. He grinned and she felt his erection returning again.

A sex machine like Rex. He was the kind of man who could
perform repeatedly in short order, a rare breed.

Athena liked to keep track of men like that.

Anthony unbound her wrists, then stepped off the bed. He
offered a hand to Anna and she smiled at him as she got off the foot of the
bed. She might have said something but Anthony spun her around and tipped her
over the upholstered chair in the room. He had her butt cheeks spread and was
running his fingers over her sex before she had a chance to escape.

“Don’t make a sound,” Athena commanded in a low voice. “It’s
time you were punished for defying me.” She moved to untie her own ankles, the
sight of Anna’s dismay making her own passion rise again.

Anthony held the maid captive while Athena lashed her ankles
to the legs of the chair. She bound the maid’s wrists together, then stretched
them over the chair and tied them to the front. “Stretched tight?” she
demanded.

“Yes, Countess!” Anna wriggled in a tempting way. “But you
can’t leave me like this...”

“I’m leaving you with Anthony.”

The maid froze for a second, then shivered.

“Nice and wide,” Anthony said, running a hand over the
maid’s tight buttocks.

“Maybe you’ll be late receiving that delivery after all,”
Athena teased.

“Maybe Anna will receive one first,” he drawled.

Athena gestured for him to step aside. She ran her fingers
over Anna’s wet sex, then reached around her to pinch her nipples. Anna gasped,
but Athena pinched her nipples harder. “Silence!” she commanded and Anna
nodded. Athena ran her hands over the maid’s tightly corseted, caressing those
breasts again, then returned to finger her wet cleft.