Under a Stern Reign (15 page)

Count de Tranville's anger had faded by the time they reached the chateau. In the capacious hall he put his arm around Genevieve's shoulder, and she looked up at him with timid surprise. Gently he put his finger under her chin, smiled, and then told her to go upstairs, bathe and rest. He wanted to speak to her privately that evening.

He turned to Elise, and felt acutely uncomfortable with how she again made him feel, for the sheer danger her beauty and poise represented for him made his penis thicken in his breeches. He quickly dismissed the treacherous thoughts entering his head and told her to assist her stiffly moving friend. For a moment she stared at him silently, rebelliously, but then nodded and aided the blonde girl upstairs.

 

Having savoured a hot bath Genevieve put on a freshly laundered nightdress, wincing as the delicate white cotton kissed her beaten bottom, and sat very carefully on the stool in front of her dressing table mirror. She felt warm and refreshed, but her buttocks were still smarting.

She gazed at her reflection, and thought of Emelie. What would happen to her now? She had been thrown out of her home, so what was to become of her?

It was all Genevieve's fault. She closed her eyes and remembered the girl's face and her tender nature. Tears welled in her eyes, just as Elise entered brusquely without knocking.

She picked up a brush and began stroking it through Genevieve's silky blonde hair. ‘Why did you run away last night?' she asked.

‘You frightened me,' Genevieve told her frankly.

‘It was a prank. A sexy little game.'

‘I didn't find it so.' Genevieve looked into Elise's eyes in the mirror. ‘It hurt me.'

Elise put the brush down on the dressing table, her expression enigmatic. ‘Don't tell me you didn't like it,' she said. ‘You can't hide your feelings from me. Do you think I couldn't tell?'

Elise squeezed her shoulders and gently began massaging them. Genevieve let her head sink, and gazed down at her hands in her lap. She wanted to be angry with Elise, but she still adored her friend too much, despite everything.

‘Do you know who's arriving tomorrow?' Elise asked matter-of-factly.

‘No, who?'

‘Rodolfo,' Elise announced, searching the young blonde's eyes for a reaction. Genevieve fell silent, a slight blush shading her cheeks. ‘And do you know what the count wants to talk to you about this evening?' Genevieve shook her head. ‘He's going to ask for your hand in marriage.' Elise's beautiful eyes glowed mischievously.

‘I beg your pardon?' Genevieve gasped.

‘He intends to marry you.'

‘Count de Tranville wants to marry me?' Genevieve babbled, her eyes widening in disbelief.

‘And he is planning to have your handsome Rodolfo marry me, too.'

‘But... but he is so much older than me, and I don't love him.'

‘And I don't love Rodolfo,' Elise said tartly. ‘So what's that got to do with it?'

‘I won't marry him,' Genevieve insisted. ‘I don't love him. How could I? How could he even think it, after what he did to me only this morning? And after making poor Emelie homeless, with nowhere to go and no one to help her?'

‘That's not important,' Elise interrupted. ‘The count always gets his own way.'

‘What should I do?'

Elise shrugged. ‘Oh, I might have a plan,' she mused.

 

By late afternoon the count was in his library enjoying a bottle of red wine, contemplating the delicacy of the vintage. Having finished the first bottle within an unwisely short space of time, he called for another.

For a while he sat staring at its lustrous red colour in his glass, lost in thought: that night he would propose to Genevieve!

He would be married again to a beautiful female. But he was tense. His good friend de Montvert would definitely not have approved of the marriage, on the grounds of his daughter's tender years and the consequent age gap between them, but sadly he was dead.

Unfortunately, however, he had created an obstacle to his proposal; after the punishment he'd administered that morning Genevieve would probably be cold towards him. She might well fear him, too.

Perhaps he should have been more diplomatic in the way he dealt with her indiscretions. What could he now do to win back her confidence? How could he make her accept him as a husband and a lover? He pictured her for a moment, how beautiful she was, his cock stirring again, and then he shook the musings from his mind. He had to focus on the situation before him.

The wine was making him drowsy. As he pondered he drank more, and began feeling hungry.

It would soon be time for dinner, during which he would propose to sweet Genevieve...

 

The sight of Genevieve being whipped and then spanked whilst pinned to the table in the lodge had certainly stirred Madame Coubette's passions - as had the beauty of the lovely girl, Emelie.

And that is why she offered the distraught girl a position of maid at her Rency town house immediately the count banished her from her meagre home. Madame Coubette's anger toward the count had reached its zenith, and as she reached between her parted legs and stroked the silky blonde head of the sexy little morsel she had acquired, she sipped her red wine and reflected upon the steps she had taken to exact revenge on him, a cunning smile lifting the corners of her rouged lips as an inquisitively obedient tongue located her clitoris...

Arriving at the offices of the town's revolutionary committee earlier that afternoon, she had been warmly greeted by her friends there. Then she informed them of a treachery that was afoot - none other than Count de Tranville's collusions with foreign spies and his plan to escape the country. She informed them that a certain Rodolfo de Agora, an aristocrat and a Portuguese spy, had been plotting against the new regime along with de Tranville, and that if they wanted to arrest the two traitors they should pay a visit to Chateau de Tranville much sooner rather than later.

With the accusation and information, and the esteem and trust in which the committee held Monsieur and Madame Coubette, Rodolfo de Agora and Count Guillaume de Tranville were immediately sentenced to be jailed without trial, and guillotined.

Madame Coubette sipped some more wine and then hissed with pleasure as the obediently kneeling girl's tongue compounded her sense of immense satisfaction.

 

‘You can't keep running away from things,' Elise said to Genevieve, who was lying on her bed. The blonde did not want to marry the count and she did not want to go down to dinner.

‘But I won't marry him!' she cried, raising herself onto her elbows.

‘I know,' Elise said, ‘but listen... it's time I told you a little secret.' She moved and sat on the edge of the bed, beside the supine girl. ‘I'm in love with my stepfather. And so I don't want you to marry him either.' Genevieve's large blue eyes widened as she absorbed the confession. ‘And I know he feels the same about me, too. So tonight I will make love to him, and seal our future together.'

‘But, if he loves you...' Genevieve muttered, astounded by what she was hearing, ‘why does he want to marry me?'

‘He loves us both. He wants us both.'

Genevieve frowned, finding that hard to believe. ‘But I don't feel anything for him... at least, not in
that
way.'

‘But you do feel something for me,' Elise said confidently. ‘In fact, you feel a lot for me, in
that
way, don't you?'

Genevieve gazed at her in silence, and lay motionless as Elise moved slowly and kissed her. Entranced and wickedly excited, she closed her eyes and received the kiss without complaint. She gradually relaxed and opened her mouth, savouring the gentle stroke of Elise's tongue, aware of the dark seductress carefully unfastening the top buttons of her nightdress, but unable or unwilling to resist. A hand wormed inside and cupped her breast, and she breathed deeply. The kiss ended and Genevieve instinctively nibbled the girl's throat.

‘I've a plan,' Elise murmured. ‘A plan which will force him to marry me instead of you.'

Genevieve's eyes were closed, the bodice of her dress partly open, and Elise was pinching and teasing her nipples through the cotton. They tingled and grew erect at the cool touch, and Genevieve sighed blissfully.

‘But I'll need your absolute cooperation,' Elise continued. ‘You must trust me.'

Genevieve opened her eyes. ‘What do you mean?' she asked dreamily.

Elise sat back, her hand moving again and lying idly inside the cotton slip, feeling the warmth of the blonde girl's flesh. ‘We are to go downstairs, and we will show him the nature of what we feel for each other.'

Genevieve's eyes widened. ‘Are you mad?' she gasped.

‘Trust me,' Elise said, looking deeply at her.

‘But...'

Elise put a finger to Genevieve's lips. ‘Don't be afraid,' she whispered. ‘I will say things to you and about you. I will ask you questions, and you will answer them honestly.' Genevieve's brow furrowed quizzically. ‘You will answer truthfully,' Elise insisted. ‘Do you understand me?'

Genevieve's heart began to beat faster, but she nodded.

Elise took her by the hand and led her out of the bedroom and along the landing. Genevieve hastily started to button up her nightdress, but Elise stopped her. ‘No,' she whispered, ‘leave it like that.'

As they descended the stairs Genevieve didn't notice Elise's self-congratulatory flicker of a smile.

 

Count de Tranville was fairly drunk. He straightened up at the table as soon as the two lovely girls entered the dining room. Genevieve felt her heart racing. He stared at her blankly, and she was convinced he could see the upper slopes of her breasts through the opening of her nightdress.

Elise took her to within a few feet of him, and he looked at both of them. Elise pulled out a chair for Genevieve - who winced as she carefully placed her sore bottom on it - and then moved round behind him to her place opposite the gingerly sitting girl.

‘Um, Genevieve has something to tell you,' she said firmly to her stepfather, without preamble. ‘Don't you, Genevieve?'

Genevieve's cheeks turned scarlet. ‘I, erm, yes,' she murmured.

‘You love me, don't you?' Elise prompted.

‘Yes.' Genevieve locked her gaze to her friend, not daring to look at the count's reactions to what was being said. She could feel him staring at her partly naked breasts.

‘And there is nothing you'd like better than to share my bed,' Elise continued boldly. ‘You would have me do anything to you that I please. Is that not true?'

‘Yes.'

‘So much so, that even right now you can think of little else but the pleasure I could bring you.'

The count's jaw clenched. He stared at Elise's cool gaze, which was on Genevieve. She was stunning. Her face glowed. Her lips glistened red and looked as soft as rose petals. Her ripe breasts were more appetising than any food.

Elise looked at him and smiled, and then with her eyes returning to Genevieve she began unbuttoning her red dress, and in moments her breasts burst free, voluptuous and irresistible. She held them proudly, her dress slipping down off her shoulders to her elbows. Genevieve's heart pounded and the count gawped like an imbecile.

Elise was naked beneath the dress, her skin glowing healthily. His eyes drank her in, how beautiful she was...

Elise looked at Genevieve. ‘Come here,' she beckoned, crooking a finger at her, and the lovely blonde slowly rose from the chair, as though in a trance.

‘No,' Elise stopped her, ‘don't walk. I want you to crawl to me.'

Genevieve's cheeks burned terribly, both the Count and Elise staring at her. Slowly she dropped to her knees and crawled under the table, and when she emerged on the other side she found herself on her knees between Elise's parted thighs, her curly black pubis glistening invitingly, her elegant fingers toying with her juicy pussy lips.

‘Lick me, slave,' she ordered. ‘Lick me...'

Her head in a confused spin, Genevieve nodded, glanced over her shoulder at the count, then closed her eyes and moved her face to the succulent, fleshy folds... but before her lips and tongue made contact with their goal the count had risen abruptly from his chair and she was pushed aside.

Like a man possessed he pulled Elise to her feet and spun her round so that her bottom bumped and rested on the edge of the table. Without pausing he pushed open her thighs, and kneeling, began avidly lapping at her pussy as she threw her head back and moaned gutturally, arching her back and thrusting out her breasts.

Genevieve shuffled back, aghast at the debauched scene unravelling before her. The count was like a wild animal, and she could hear the suckling slurps of his lips and tongue amid his avaricious grunts.

Elise's eyes were closed in bliss, and Genevieve rose shakily to her feet. As she did the count spied her from his enviable position between Elise's smooth thighs and grabbed at her, catching the hem of the nightdress as Genevieve jumped back, ripping it a little.