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

“It’s – it’s a secret.”
    “Oh, please,” the baroness scoffed, brushing away Marie’s protest. “I can tell that there is a woman who shares your sheets. Am I correct?” The baroness’s caress became closer to a pinch.
    “Anna,” Marie breathed, then pressed her lips together. Why had she said her maid’s name out loud? Having the baroness’s hands around her breasts was making her both deranged and careless. Unless she watched herself, she might let slip all kinds of secrets.
    “Ah, yes.” The baroness mumbled softly into the nape of Marie’s neck. “Your pretty servant.”
    “She is – ” Marie took a deep breath and tried again. “We have private games,” she finished. “But no one must know.”
    “I understand,” the baroness replied. “I suppose she is a tantalizing woman?”
    “Why do you ask this?” Marie asked, desperate to try to find a foothold. At this rate, she would turn into a lump of submissive clay in the baroness’s hands, and that was not according to plan. Not that she had a plan, but that was not the point.
    “Because I want to know how much you know,” the baroness said, “and how much you have left to learn.” Her hands slid down to Marie’s buttocks. “My guess,” she whispered in Marie’s ear, “is that you have many sights to see.”
    “I don’t understand,” Marie breathed.
    “Do not move.”
    Forcing herself to hold still, Marie clung to the edge of the tub. When one of her hands slipped on the porcelain, she moved it to the sideboard and gripped one of its wooden ledges. Her knuckles whitened with the effort. Why the baroness wanted her to keep still, she had no idea, but she did not dare to move. If the baroness stopped, Marie would burst apart with desire.
    With agonizing patience, the baroness used her fingertips to explore Marie’s backside, stroking and pressing just so tomaking Marie shudder and breathe hard. After endless teasing, the hands continued down between Marie’s thighs and stayed there, one finger resting against her cleft.
    There was no force or pressure, only the ghost of a touch – but the knowledge of whose finger it was, and the idea what might happen next, were enough to make Marie tremble almost uncontrollably.
    “Say it.” The whisper was a cool breeze in Marie’s ear. “I can sense your desires,” the baroness demanded. “They are written on your face. But I want you to say them out loud.”
    “I – ”
    “You want this.”
    “Yes,” Marie whispered.
    “Restraint is for the weak,” the baroness hissed. “For fools who believe in second chances.”
     “I’m – I can’t – ” Marie moaned. She was shaking  so hard that she soon would slip and fall.
    “Yield to your lust,” the baroness ordered her. “ Do it. ”
    And with that, Marie gave in. She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and drew a shuddering breath. “Take me,” she breathed. “Please.”
    With a soft laugh, the baroness gently pressed her fingertips around Marie’s most sensitive spot, then parted her fingers and stroked her. Marie’s hands made a screeching noise as the clasped the porcelain. Her arms were shaking. Only with an effort did she stop herself from crying out.
    While Anna knew how to satisfy her, she was always submissive and never took advantage. The baroness, however, had no such scruples; her touch was knowing and careful but firm and demanding. If she would try to move away, she was sure that the baroness would hold her still. It was frightening, but it also stirred a deep hunger in Marie. Never had she given in completely to her cravings. Now it seemed she had no choice.
    But letting go of her need for self-control was hard. Until now, only Anna had known about Marie’s needs, and Anna was a servant whose stories easily could be dismissed. This was different. The baroness could destroy Marie’s reputation at a whim. How Marie had ended up in this situation was a mystery to her.
    Still, there was nothing she