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had tried it on
several more times, feeling that same dark thrill every time. She put it on
now, and was certain her nipples tightened. The view through the small holes
was constrained, but she felt disguised.
    Maybe she’d become another person.
    A more uninhibited one.
    The glass between the driver and
his passengers slid down. Even with his sunglasses, it was unmistakable that
Rafael was observing them both in the rear view mirror.
    “And now reveal yourself,” the
Countess said softly.
    Joanna was very aware of Rafael’s
interest.
    Play along.
    She unfastened her coat and took
it off in a graceless rush, hesitating for a moment before she sat back down on
the leather seat. It felt cold against her bare skin, exciting and forbidden.
The Countess folded Joanna’s coat and set it on the opposite seat.
    Then she leaned over and
unfastened the silk scarf around Joanna’s neck. She seemed to touch Joanna more
than was necessary, her velvet-clad fingertips slipping over Joanna’s breasts
and shoulder. Joanna found herself wanting another kiss, just to prove to
herself that the Countess didn’t really have any sensual power over her.
    She’d just been surprised.
    The Countess smiled, twisting the
silk scarf in her hands.
    “Hands behind your back,” she
instructed, an edge in her voice.
    “But…”
    She caught Joanna’s chin suddenly
in her hand, compelling her to meet that steely gaze. “I knew you were a
naughty one,” she said. “Lucky for you, we like naughty. Right, Rafael?”
    “Absolutely, Countess.”
    “Hands behind your back,” the
Countess repeated, her tone more harsh.
    Joanna did what she was told. Her
wrists were quickly bound together with the satin scarf and she felt the knots
tighten. She caught her breath, uncertain about the reality of her first bonds.
She struggled instinctively, but couldn’t work her hands free. She stomped down
on her panic, reminding herself that it was part of the agreement that no one
could be physically injured at the Plume, even in the pursuit of pleasure.
    Everything was consensual.
    She had selected bondage , as well as insisted that she wanted to be captive.
    She had to play along.
    The Countess, meanwhile, had
fastened the seatbelt around Joanna’s hips. She tightened the belt with a sure
tug, letting the metal clasp fall against Joanna’s hip. Joanna wriggled, but
she was securely trapped.
    She saw the flash of dark silk in
her peripheral vision, just before the Countess blindfolded her with another
scarf. Joanna had noticed the loops on either side of the mask, just over the
temples, but only now learned what they were for. Before she could move away,
she was blindfolded, lost in a realm of black silk, and the Countess was
knotting that scarf firmly behind her head.
    “That’s for naughty,” the other
woman whispered, laughter underlying her tone.
    Joanna opened her mouth to
protest, but that velvet clad finger landed against her lips. “Not a sound,”
the Countess whispered, her lips close to Joanna’s ears. “Not a sound or I’ll
have to give you to Rafael.”
    She ran a fingertip down Joanna’s
throat as before, but this time, all of Joanna’s nerves seemed to leap at the
touch. Her entire body was singing, her other senses more alert now that she
couldn’t see. She was sure she would drown in the Countess’s perfume.
    The Countess’s finger slid over
the garter belt, pausing to stroke Joanna’s belly, then eased between her
thighs. The Countess made a sound of approval to find her shaved there. Joanna
trembled and locked her knees together.
    “Naughty,” the Countess said,
pushing her knees apart. She threw her leg over Joanna wedging her knee between
Joanna’s and Joanna felt the smooth leather of her high boots against her own
skin.
    “Never impede access,” the
Countess instructed. “You have submitted.”
    Joanna fought against her
instinctive desire to fight.
    “Do you want me to give you to
Rafael, after all?”
    Impossible.