Conquering Sabrina (14 page)

“What? You think he is here? He is one of your so-called friends?

He caught her arm and began to lead her to the door.

“I don’t know. I am cautious of everyone at the moment.” He was evading her eyes.

“You do…” she pushed. But he was to ignore any further questions.

“Come with me.”

She shook off his hold.

“Wait one minute. I am not going anywhere with you, let alone sleep in the same bed. Tell me, is it true you only wanted me back so you could prove to the police and your precious social world you didn’t kill me? How long has your affair with Cressida been going on? Did I find out? Did I get angry? Threaten to take all of your money and expose you for what you were? Maybe ruin your business? Did you have to shut me up?”

She almost spat the words with contempt, a futile attempt to squash the need she had for him, her encounter with Cressida playing over and over again in her mind. But she regretted the last sentence instantly by the intensity of the heavy unforgiving dark cloud brimming in his narrowed eyes. She could have sworn he was going to hit her. She stood her ground, expecting the worst. Instead he caught her wrist and began leading her to the door again.

Sabrina pulled against his grip, digging her heels into the floor. Then she felt herself being lifted high up into the air and slung helplessly over his shoulder, just as he had done in the woods.

“It’s time I reminded you of the lessons of submission in marriage you learnt in the tower all those years ago, Sabrina,” he announced with dark resolve.

Sabrina found herself being carried to the West tower bedroom just as she had envisioned in her broken memory in the car. As they walked, Raoul took out his mobile and spoke hurriedly to one of his maids. She arrived just as they approached the door leading to the winding stairs that took them up through the tower to the room. She unlocked the door and led the way up the narrow enclosed stairs and into the room.

The room was fit for a princess. Beautifully decorated in white silks, damask, and white wood crafted furniture. Raoul set her down next to the four-poster bed and calmly requested the marginally younger maid to undress her. He retired to a chair positioned neatly next to the bed to view the event.

Sabrina stared at him with surprise and more than a little outrage, but the maid’s hands were quick and firm, deflecting the minimal resistance she was able to give, stroking down her shoulders to undo the dress and slip it seductively from her hips as if putting on a show for Raoul. Her touch was slow and seductive against Sabrina’s skin, lulling her into compliance.

“Sabrina, I do not want to tie you, not after what you are remembering about your ordeal all those years ago, but so help me, I will spank you harder than before if you do not cooperate with Louisa,” he ordered, lounging back in the chair in an elegant pose in his tuxedo. “This is the time you learn about the power I have over our relationship in the most gentle but effective way possible. I will have your submission and obedience, Sabrina, for the sake of your safety and our marriage.”

Sabrina flushed red when the dress hit the floor. She hadn’t dared to wear any underwear and her dark curled pubis was now visible to the maid, along with the red stripes caused by the lash of Raoul’s belt on her bottom and the tops of her thighs. Louisa cast her admiring eyes over them, turning her around to view Raoul’s marks.

“You have spanked her very well, sir. What would you like me to do next?”

Raoul smiled.

“Thank you. Please remove her bra, hold her breasts, and then check to see if she is moistening between her thighs.”

“No… please…”

“Sabrina, I meant what I said,” Raoul threatened firmly.

The maid undid the catch of the bra and removed it. Standing behind her, Louisa cupped Sabrina’s breasts with soft cool gentle hands, but was unable to fully hold them like Raoul.

Sabrina gave an involuntary squeal, but Louisa’s hold tightened reassuringly and massaged to soothe. She pulled and tugged at the nipples, causing pleasurable sensation to erect between Sabrina’s thighs. She had never been touched this way by a woman before. The whole experience was virginal and made her feel vulnerable and chaste. Raoul watched intently, clearly enjoying the vision in front of him, commanding both women to carry out his instructions to the letter.

“Louisa, place your fingers inside Sabrina and tell me if she is wet.”

Obeying instantly, Louisa slid one of her hands away from Sabrina’s breast and down her stomach. Sabrina gave a small whimper, unsure about the action, but the maid pulled hard on her nipple, stretching it to its extreme length out towards Raoul. Both painful and enticing, Sabrina was rendered speechless by her panting breath. Louisa’s fingers wove their way through the neatly shaven curls and down between her labial lips. The contact gave Sabrina a jolt as the woman pulled open her vagina and nipped at her clit.

To her perceived shame, Sabrina became slick. The maid nodded with approval to Raoul.

“She is damp, sir, but I think she requires more work.”

“See to it then. I want her pussy flooded.”

Raoul no longer addressed Sabrina. The only words he spoke were to Louisa, commanding and instructing the woman to work Sabrina’s arousal to his satisfaction. Sabrina’s role was simple, to obey as a willing captive. Every time she attempted to speak, Louisa’s soft hand became hard and slapped her buttocks with vigour, shocking Sabrina into stunned silence.

Louisa tugged her to the bed and made her lie on her back. The silk sheets rippled sensually across her body. She could not help but move against them, enjoying their caress. Louisa pounced onto the bed, opening Sabrina’s thighs wide with purpose, lifting them firmly in the air. For a moment the woman examined her labia intently with her eyes, then stroked with her finger. Sabrina writhed helplessly, shamed by her need to be caressed by the woman. She was open wide for the world to see her secret depths. Raoul held her captive and manipulated her desire by his dominance of another woman. The very idea made her wet.

She turned her eyes to watch him viewing the scene with calm restrained arousal in his immaculately tailored tuxedo, dictating and commanding proceedings from his seat of power. The position was natural for him both in business, their marriage, and their bed and in her heart she did not want him to compromise it. His dominance suited him well, her willing submissiveness simply complemented him. It was not only herself who responded submissively to him; even men in business obeyed and bowed when he made rules, decisions. This was who Raoul was to them all.

“She is very beautiful, sir. Such a pretty little clit. Full and plump. It pouts at me,” she cooed.

Louisa gave Sabrina’s sex a sudden heavy slap with her hand, forcing a startled cry from Sabrina’s lips. Her whole body quivered and jumped with the force of another slap, then another, then another. Tears of humiliation at the woman’s harsh treatment filled her eyes as Raoul continued to watch with approval. Try as she might to stop it, her sex became more slick with every slap. After a while, Louisa laved her fingers inside Sabrina’s pussy lips, testing and evaluating.

“I think she needs a little more coaxing, sir. And I would dearly love to taste her. Do I have your permission to, sir?” The pretty blonde maid, dressed in a simple black uniform dress, smiled sweetly at Raoul, her full wet pink lips moistening with need.

“You may, but strip first. I want Sabrina to feel you naked on top of her. Prepare her for my taking,” he instructed.

“Very good, sir,” Louisa answered excitedly.

“Keep your legs open and wide while I disrobe, Madame Valoire,” Louisa snapped, slapping her mistress’s pussy hard once more when she attempted to close her legs. “Monsieur Valoire wants to see your pussy wide open as your arousal ripens.”

Louisa moved away and undressed. Sabrina held her legs open in place, worried Louisa would chastise her again. Raoul stood and trailed his fingers over her cheek to soothe her agitation, and then down her thighs, circling them just outside her wet vagina. Sabrina wanted to cry with need. She wanted his fingers inside, working her, building her desire higher and higher.

“Move your legs wider apart, Sabrina. I like to see you open and vulnerable. You can’t hide anything from me then. I can see right inside you,” he whispered softly. “In the future I shall instruct you to keep this pose to help you learn obedience and humility. And if you continue to disobey me, I will allow select female and male members of our household to view you in this beautiful pose.”

She gasped but said nothing, knowing his word was law and to utter a syllable would earn her another punishment.

Louisa mounted the bed, her body lithe, slim, and tall. Raoul paid her form only a fleeting glance and sat down again, leaning on his elbow on the arm of his chair, stroking his finger across the roof of his mouth in a pensive gesture.

Louisa told Sabrina to slip her hands under her bottom and lift it high to help tilt her pelvis. Sabrina complied, unsure of what was to come, yet feeling wantonness begin to squash her nervousness, humiliation, and pride. The maid dug her fingers into Sabrina’s marked bottom, making her yelp, and steadied her before slowly flicking her tongue over Sabrina’s sex.

Sabrina groaned with the intimate pleasure. The woman’s tongue was long and well-practiced. She knew exactly where to lick, to suck, to pull. Louisa brought Sabrina’s clit into her mouth and nipped and teased it between her teeth. Sabrina’s pussy flooded, seeping into Louisa’s mouth. The maid moaned with pleasure, savouring the delicacy of her mistress’s taste. Helpless to her arousal and the warm pleasure firing her body with uncontrollable need, Sabrina’s hips bucked to the pace Louisa set sucking her clit.

“Louisa, I want you to make Sabrina come now,” Raoul commanded.

Sabrina felt the woman smile against her sex and pick up the pace. The maid inserted two slender fingers covered in red nail varnish and pulsed them in and out of Sabrina’s channel in unison. Sabrina panted and bucked harder, aware Raoul was watching her with hungry need. He was hard, watching her body writhe like a whore being pleasured. It made her feel powerful and ever so submissive to his command and dominance all at the same time. The notion was to force her orgasm to blossom fiercely. Sabrina’s hips moved in slow rhythmic motion as she grunted and panted her breath raggedly, the fire melting and scorching her insides as she surrendered to the woman’s pleasuring, at her husband’s command.

Sabrina lay gasping, trying to recover her breath. The smell of her arousal was potent and thick. her thighs were warmly damp and her clit felt pleasantly numb. She glanced at Raoul, then the woman bending naked over her and felt another spark of desire. Louisa reached over and stroked Sabrina’s breast.

“I think she enjoyed the experience, sir. Can I play some more with her?”

“Yes, Louisa. She is yet to fully yield to me. Please strap on your harness and fill her from behind until she begs to come.”

Louisa clapped her hands and ordered Sabrina to turn over on to her knees. When she did not move quickly enough, Louisa growled and slapped her mistress’s breasts hard. A plea from Sabrina to Raoul earned her another two slaps to her pussy.

Sabrina turned over, facing the end of the bed and watched Louisa move away. She disappeared into an area of the room not well lit in the seductive light. Sabrina heard her open a drawer and begin to strap something around her waist and thighs. Her fears and suspicions of what it was were to be confirmed when the woman re-emerged into the light. Louisa had strapped a large pad on to her pussy from which a large grotesque dildo protruded.

Sabrina protested, but Raoul was to ignore her. Louisa leapt back on to the bed, pulling her back into place on her knees when she tried to move. Without further hesitation she moved behind Sabrina and held her hips tightly as though preparing to mount her. She leaned forward and began to stroke the tip of the dildo across Sabrina’s wet pouting sex, subduing her into arousal. Sabrina groaned, finding unexpected pleasure in the act. She watched Raoul stand and move in front to view her face at the end of the bed. As Louisa moved into position and started to enter her pussy with the dildo, Raoul stroked Sabrina’s face and issued another command.

“Sabrina,
cherie
. Louisa is going to make you come again and then you will kneel at my feet and suck me. By then, you will have surrendered your will to me and I will hear no more of your rebellion.”

Sabrina opened her mouth to speak, even though she was unsure of how to reply, but Louisa thrust her hips sharply, embedding the dildo inside her to the hilt. Sabrina cried out with a mixture of pleasure and outrage at the sudden unexpected reaction bringing her to silence. She watched Raoul bend to his haunches to view her swinging breasts, moving violently with each hard punishing thrust. Raoul cupped her face and ordered Louisa to make her come. Immediately, Louisa obeyed, thrusting even harder and firmer. She slapped her hand against Sabrina’s buttocks and brought her mistress to an instant orgasm. Raoul held Sabrina’s glazed attention with lustful eyes as Louisa rode her to satisfaction.

Sabrina collapsed onto the bed, wondering how much more she could take. Her body felt relaxed and warm. She was truly mastered and content with it. Raoul moved away to the shadows. Louisa stroked Sabrina’s bottom tenderly until she calmed and whispered gentle soothing words in French. When Raoul returned, Sabrina found herself more than willing to show her submission to him. A great need to humbly kneel before him overwhelmed her. She slid off the bed and knelt before his naked body. He cupped her face gently.

“You have pleased me, Sabrina. You are more like your old self responding to my commands with your body. Now you must see the power I wield over you and the power of need to dominate you that you create in me.” He smiled . “Don’t deny who you really are because you believe the world wants you to be someone else. Accept who you are and see no shame in it. You are unique, Sabrina, not created from a mould of many others. Damn the world and its self-imposed restrictive rules and roles; be free.” he urged. “I only seek to give you pleasure. I know your desires and needs. They haven’t changed. Your wish is always my command.”