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

this, the nurse’s treatment had been a punishment. This massage made her whole body weak. Unless she was careful, she would start to moan with pleasure.
    “It is – oh, mon Dieu. ” Marie laughed and sighed.  “It’s very nice, my lady.”
    “Perfect.” The baroness moved closer. “Do not move.”
    Marie felt the baroness’s hip press into her own backside. Her eyes flew open and she forced herself to keep still, but it was hard. No, it was torture. The sensation of the baroness body against her own was wonderful, and she felt her pulse race. Not pushing back against the baroness was almost impossible.
    But Marie did not move. She was the master of her own body. She was.
    A thought came to her, and she wondered if the baroness toying with her. No, that was impossible; noblewomen did not trick their guests into games. Especially not games of this kind.
    Still, it was becoming too hard to stay still. Knowing the other woman was right behind her was unbearable, and by now Marie was blushing from more than embarrassment. She wanted the baroness. All of her being demanded that she turned around and kissed the woman. One long and passionate kiss, then Marie would show the baroness how one woman pleased another. Not that Marie would be so bold, but she would toy with the idea in secret.
    “Would you mind if I made use of the rest of the conditioner?” the baroness asked quietly. “It would be a pity to waste it, and it is an excellent lotion.”
    “Of course,” Marie answered, not entirely sure what the baroness meant and too delirious to care.
    “Brilliant.” The baroness voice was so low the wind almost drowned it out. She moved closer so that her breasts touched Marie’s back, then moved her hands around Marie and in under Marie’s breasts.
    Marie gasped but kept still. As the baroness ran her hands over Marie’s belly, working the oily conditioner into her skin, all her concerns melted away. She felt the other woman’s nipples rub gently against her skin. The baroness’s breath was slow and cool, but Marie could tell there was excitement in it.
    Safely facing away from the baroness, Marie grinned to herself. Perhaps the baroness was playing a game after all. That did not matter; there were two people to a game. Marie was generous, so she would let the baroness have her way. At least for a little longer. If Marie became convinced that the baroness was teasing her, she would turn the tables and show the baroness what real passion was.
    But doing that was dangerous. What if this treatment really was an old ritual? She could not advance on the baroness until she was absolutely sure. If Marie insulted the woman, her social career would be over almost as soon as it had started.
    As if the baroness was reading her mind, she moved her hands higher, cupped Marie’s breasts, and used her fingers to caressing them with slow and measured strokes. Marie stifled a gasp, and bit her lip. There was no doubt; the baroness was definitely doing her best to drive her insane. Every time the woman’s fingers neared Marie’s nipples, Marie shivered hard. This was not a massage; this was glorious, prolonged and cruel torment. Still, she hoped it never would end.
    “Do you enjoy this?” The baroness’s spoke close to Marie’s ear.
    Marie’s eyes flew open. “I do,” she answered.
    “I know.” The baroness ran her hands down Marie’s belly, continued down the front of her thighs, then back up until she held Marie’s nipples between her firm fingers. “I can tell you want more.”
    Marie swallowed and held back a groan. Goosebumps formed wherever the woman touched her. “I shouldn’t,” she said, but it was useless. The baroness’s touches and hushed voice was dissolving Marie’s resistance.
    “This is not the first time a woman is close to you.” The baroness did not ask; she was stating a fact. Her finders moved slowly around Marie’s nipples as she spoke.
    “I mustn’t tell,” Marie said weakly.