The Hidden Mistress - An Erotica and Romance Paranormal/Historical Novelette by Dorian Mayfair Read Free Book Online

ears. “That would be wonderful,” she said faintly.
    “Excellent.” The baroness stood up on her knees. “Then turn around.”
    Marie turned around as fast as she could, most of all to hide her open mouth. When the baroness stood up, water and soap ran off her body and outlined it in all its perfection. Her breasts were less full than Sophie’s and her lips slightly broader, but there was a chiselled beauty to her body that made Marie recall statues of old Greek divinities. Perhaps the baroness was a former ballet dancer; that would explain her graceful arms, her strong legs and the relaxed elegance of her movements.
    Without warning, the baroness emptied a pitcher of water over Marie. Marie shouted out in surprise; the water was so hot it zinged her skin.
    “My apologies,” the baroness said in an amused tone. “I should have prepared you. Now hold still while I comb your hair.”
    Lost for words, Marie raised her head so that the baroness could reach her hair. A few minutes ago, she had been ready to fight for her life; now she was bathing together with a painfully attractive woman. The many quick turns left her dazed.
    “I am jealous,” the baroness said. “If only I had had hair like this. Thick, rich and golden. I am doomed to this hopeless tangle.”
    “You are too kind – ” Marie sucked in air as she felt the baroness brush against her. It had been only a moment’s contact, but enough to send images of the baroness’s body racing through her mind.
    “Nonsense.” With long, measured movements, the baroness teased out every hint at a snarl. “I’ll use a conditioner to highlight its sheen.”
    “Thank you,” Marie said.
     “It’s from Peloponnese, in Greece. Made from olive oil and herbs from a...yard. A true rarity in France.”
    “Then I’m doubly grateful.” Marie felt the cool liquid on her scalp and heard the baroness put the bottle away. Using her fingers, the baroness massaged the conditioner into Marie’s hair, and Marie closed her eyes in bliss. She was both faint and excited. The baroness had used too much conditioner; it was running freely down her back and over her buttocks. If the baroness noticed, she said nothing.
    But Marie did not mind. Feeling the slick oil on her skin was pleasant, so it only added to the magic of the moment. This bath would sustain her fantasies for months. Perhaps years. Maybe she could recreate this occasion with Anna, back in her own bathroom.
    Silent, the baroness worked the conditioner into Marie’s hair. After a few minutes she let her hands rest on Marie’s shoulders. “Your travels have left you stiff,” the baroness said softly and ran her fingers over Marie’s back. “Those carriages are awful. They always made my back hurt.”
    Marie’s mind was reeling. Having her hair washed had been a glorious experience; this was a much more intimate touch. “That is true,” she managed to say. “So you don’t use carriages then, my lady?”
    “Pardon?” The baroness sounded distracted. “No, I do not.” Her fingers travelled up to Marie’s neck, where they rested against her skin just below her ears. “I believe I can do something about this.”
     “About what?” Marie asked and swallowed hard. It was a struggle not to tremble under the baroness’s gentle strokes. Whatever the woman meant, Marie hoped she would not stop what she was doing.
    “Your stiffness,” the baroness said quietly. “I can treat it.”
    Marie could not resist smiling. Just as she had hoped earlier that night, this would be a visit to remember for the rest of her life. “You have many skills, Madame, ” she said.
    “I should hope so.” The baroness laughed softly, pressed her thumbs into Marie’s back and made small circles with her fingers. “How does this feel?”
    Marie’s eyes almost rolled back into her head. Once, when she had strained a muscle in her shoulder, a nurse had kneaded her arms to help the healing. That had felt good, but compared to