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Last night had been the first time she’d shared pleasure with another woman. She took punishment from the komtesse. She did as she was ordered and lost herself in the loss of control.

  But she’d never come together with another woman with the intent of finding mutual satisfaction.

  The memory of soft, caressing hands traveling over her skin settled uncomfortably in Giselle’s belly. She swallowed. She had enjoyed it. She had become aroused by giving as well as receiving. With a woman.

  A soft knock sounded on her door.

  Before rising, Giselle steeled herself. It wouldn’t do to let the komtesse see any sort of reaction from her regarding the new kitten. And Giselle didn’t doubt the komtesse would be watching for it. Why else would she have requested they both come at once?

  Giselle opened her door to discover Gudrun. “It is time,” the gruff Prussian said.

  Giving a nod, Giselle padded past her and into the hallway, where Arabella already waited. The two avoided eye contact as they started toward the komtesse’s chambers.

  When they arrived at the bottom of the stairs, Gudrun stopped. “You show her the way from here, yes?”

  “Yes, of course,” Giselle said.

  Both clad in nothing but thin robes, they climbed the stairs, not deigning to share even so much as a murmur until they were out of Gudrun’s earshot.

  “What is your plan?” Giselle asked quickly.

  “The bench in the stool closet is loose,” Arabella whispered.

  “I don’t underst—”

  “It’s loose and could easily be pried the rest of the way off. The river runs below. Can you swim?”

  Giselle’s lips parted. She stared, stunned. A certain panic gnawed at her at this very feasible idea. Until now, escape had seemed like an unattainable goal, a fantasy. Now, the reality of it terrified her to the core. “I can swim.”

  “The difficult part will be getting clothes and money for transportation.”

  Giselle bit her bottom lip. At the mention of clothes, her first thought had been glimpsing the komtesse’s wardrobe cabinet, which bulged with all manner of sumptuous gowns. “Would you be willing to attempt this tonight? I too have an idea.”

  “Tonight?”

  “We might never get the opportunity to escape Gudrun’s watch again,” Giselle said as the flimsy pieces of her plot knitted together in her head. “We can go unnoticed to the stool closet. There’s a hidden passage in the komtesse’s chamber that leads to her study.” She eyed Arabella. “And her study has a door to the den.”

  “But what about clothes? We can’t venture out like this.” Arabella gestured to her robe.

  “Follow my lead. And above all, whatever tortures the komtesse metes out to you, act as if you are in heaven.”

  They turned the corner and the presence of two male sentries silenced them. One opened the door and they went inside.

  Arabella gaped at the luxurious gilded surroundings. The komtesse lounged in a violet silk robe that spilled over her yellow-and-white-striped chair and sprawled in a pool on the dark fur rug. With one pump-clad foot propped on a tufted footstool, she sat toying with the cream-colored satin bow at the top of her stocking.

  A long-haired white cat leapt down from her lap and scurried away.

  “In the bath with the both of you,” she said, her gaze raking them in unconcealed appraisal.

  “Yes, Mistress,” the kittens said in unison.

  Giselle led the way to the bathing chamber. She slipped off her robe and stepped into the water, which had been sprinkled with rose petals. Arabella followed and sat facing her.

  The tub was large but not so big that the two women did not touch. Arabella’s toes flirted with Giselle’s inner thigh. Their eyes met and held and Giselle’s insides somersaulted. She couldn’t tell if her reaction stemmed from guilt or from something else. And in spite of the possibility that they might either escape or perhaps even die later this night, all Giselle could think about was tasting the newly initiated kitten’s succulent sex.

  “Aren’t you two a lovely pairing?” the komtesse mused from the doorway. Her heels resounded on the marble floor as she stepped into the bathing chamber.

  “We are here to please you, Mistress,” Giselle offered. “What is your bidding?”

  “I would watch you taste one another,” the komtesse said. “And then I would have you both taste me.”

  Giselle’s nerves tangled. The komtesse had never requested such actions without first dealing punishment. Something was wrong. Spies were everywhere at Katzenhalle. What if someone had overheard their plans of escape? What if someone had seen her coming or going from Arabella’s room? Giselle tried to conceal her apprehension.

  “Dry yourselves,” the komtesse ordered.

  Both kittens stood and began blotting their skin with towels.

  “Each other,” the komtesse clarified.

  Giselle stepped out of the tub and offered her hand to Arabella as she got out. Awkwardly, the two women dabbed at each other’s wet skin, trying not to give anything away with a meaningful glance or too intimate a touch.

  With perceptive eyes, the komtesse watched. She drew in a breath. “I’ve changed my mind. I would have you please me first.” With that, she turned and exited the bathing chamber, the train of her robe billowing in her wake.

  Arabella opened her mouth to speak but Giselle pressed a finger to her lover’s lips and shook her head. They dropped their bathing cloths and followed after the komtesse.

  The aristocrat sat once more in her chair, robe agape, legs splayed to reveal a neat triangle of wet, dark curls and the already juicy slit at the juncture of her thighs.

  “On your knees, my pets,” she drawled.

  Giselle and Arabella sank onto all fours and crawled, catlike, across the thick rug. The komtesse slid her hips to the edge of the seat and opened her legs wider before gathering the two heads downward. There was hardly room for two without coming into very close contact. When Giselle’s mouth brushed her lover’s, she glanced up at the komtesse, who observed with narrowed eyes. Was she waiting to see if they committed the forbidden sin and kissed?

  How could they not kiss in this position?

  Giselle turned her head and sucked at the soft flesh of the komtesse’s thigh while Arabella moved in to lave the aristocrat’s clitoris.

  Fingers toyed in their hair and Giselle complied when the komtesse urged her mouth back toward the center. Once again, the lovers’ tongues swept over each other’s as they tasted the komtesse.

  The komtesse’s breathing deepened. Faint moans spilled from her lips. Finally, her head fell back against the cushions. Giselle took over and latched on the engorged hood and sucked. Hard. Arabella slid a finger into the komtesse’s passage and in moments, her body grew rigid as ecstasy came upon her. Giselle and Arabella did not stop until the woman gently eased away.

  “Each other,” the komtesse said breathlessly.

  Giselle stretched out on the floor and opened her legs as Arabella dropped between them and began to mouth her.

  “Look at me, Giselle,” the komtesse commanded.

  Giselle turned her head, her gaze connecting with the komtesse’s. Giselle knew there was no hiding the pleasure she felt. She covered her breasts and kneaded them before pulling at her own nipples. Instinct demanded she watch Arabella but she didn’t dare relinquish the komtesse’s hard stare.

  “Does it feel good to have her tongue on your cunny?” the aristocrat asked.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  “Do you think you will find release?” the komtesse asked pointedly.

  Giselle swallowed. She was so close right now. Her lashes fluttered as she struggled to maintain the gaze. “I hope so, Mistress.”

  Arabella’s warm mouth felt so soft. Tender yet firm lips plied Giselle’s needy flesh.

  “Usually you would have to suffer the lash before you find bliss,” the komtesse chided.

  Giselle’s spine arched off the floor. She wanted to rock her hips, t
o spread open her legs so wide her muscles burned, to let this elusive orgasm rack her from head to toe.

  The komtesse’s gaze flicked to Arabella and at that moment, Giselle could fight it no longer. She sucked in a sharp breath as ecstasy thundered through her. Her eyes closed. She spiraled until reality faded like a dying star in the heavens. In her mind, she repeated Arabella’s name over and over. Somehow she managed to cling to a single shred of common sense and did not utter the word aloud.

  Pulses of rapture still radiated from her center as she got on hands and knees to switch places with Arabella. Giselle dipped to taste the drenched lips opening before her, but a hard smack to her bottom gave her pause.

  Her head twisted and she eyed the komtesse.

  Katarina grinned. “Ah, the sting is hardly as sweet after the pleasure, is it, my pet?”

  Giselle’s answer was to raise her bottom higher and lower her head once more between her lover’s thighs. Fire blazed as the komtesse’s palm slapped one nether cheek then the other. Sweet feminine nectar spilled onto Giselle’s tongue as she alternately licked and suckled Arabella’s cunny.

  A possessive finger pushed into Giselle’s passage and thrust in and out. Not since her own initiation had she enjoyed such overwhelming sensation. She reached to toy with one of Arabella’s breasts, plumping and plucking. The muscles in Giselle’s legs burned as she used her other hand to reach between her own legs to massage her clitoris. And when Arabella’s body arched and stiffened, Giselle found bliss again.

  The komtesse sat back on her heels and heaved a sigh before licking the cream from her fingers. “On your knees, girl,” she told Arabella. “Head down.”

  Arabella’s gaze brushed Giselle’s before she twisted onto her stomach and raised her bottom. The girl was scared. Giselle had seen it in her eyes. Hopefully the komtesse would not be too harsh. It would not do for Arabella to whimper and beg. Not tonight.

  The komtesse reached for the juicy aperture and thrust one finger inside. “Feel how slick she is.”

  Trembling, Giselle allowed the komtesse to guide her hand to Arabella’s cunny.

  “Put your finger inside with mine,” Katarina murmured.

  Giselle worked a digit in alongside the komtesse’s. Arabella moaned her pleasure and rocked her hips. When the komtesse’s hand smacked her ass, Arabella hissed but clearly enjoyed the contrasting sting. Giselle’s own channel clenched in response.

  The komtesse withdrew a glistening finger only to wriggle it into Arabella’s rosette. The new kitten gasped. A shard of jealousy flared in Giselle at the pleasure her lover must feel at being prodded in both orifices simultaneously.

  “Isn’t that pretty?” the komtesse asked. She turned to Giselle. “I can feel your finger through her flesh.”

  Arabella began to pump her hips, obviously wanting the women to bring her release once more.

  “Spank her,” the komtesse ordered, even as she smacked the new kitten’s backside.

  “Yes, yes!” Arabella cried.

  Giselle joined her mistress, flattening her hand for maximum impact as she thrust her finger in and out of the sopping cunny.

  “Don’t stop!” Arabella pleaded. Her hands balled into fists. The muscles in her shoulders and back tensed.

  The komtesse’s finger drove hard and fast. Arabella pushed back, taking all the two women could give. More. And soon Giselle felt the velvety inner muscles of her lover’s passage gripping her finger. Wild moans echoed in the komtesse’s chamber until Arabella pulled away and sagged onto the rug.

  Giselle’s heart filled with the sudden longing to cradle Arabella in her arms, to kiss her mouth and hold her. Somehow, the veteran kitten resisted. “It feels good to be spanked, doesn’t it?” she asked instead.

  Arabella’s brow furrowed but only for an instant before she writhed sensuously on the rug. “Yes. My pleasure is so heightened by the contrasting pain.”

  Giselle turned to the komtesse and swept her thumb over the aristocrat’s powdered cheek. “In all our encounters, you have never agreed to be the submissive one. Wouldn’t you enjoy knowing the pleasure afforded by giving up control to another? To one you trust?”

  The komtesse let out a hollow, nervous laugh. But indecision—and lustful interest—flashed in her eyes.

  Giselle pounced. “Don’t you wonder what it’s like to have every last bit of will stripped from you? To be able to let yourself be free to enjoy your darkest desires? Let us show you the wonder of submission, Mistress.”

  The komtesse’s tongue darted out to wet her lips.

  Giselle continued. “Wouldn’t you love to be bound and blindfolded, to feel four feminine hands on your skin, touching you? Everywhere?” She moved closer to straddle the komtesse’s thigh above the stocking.

  She let out a little gasp when Giselle’s wet cunny rubbed her leg.

  “You can trust me—as I have trusted you to deal me the most exquisite tortures these last years,” Giselle whispered in the komtesse’s ear. “I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t been brought to Katzenhalle.”

  Giselle trailed her fingers down the komtesse’s abdomen and then lower still, where her fingers burrowed into the damp folds of her sex. The komtesse whimpered.

  “Wouldn’t you enjoy fingers touching you, exploring you,” Giselle pushed a finger into the opening, “and all the while your free will is set aside so you may enjoy thorough, intense pleasure?”

  “I don’t kn—”

  “Allow me to love you as you have loved me,” Giselle pleaded as she nuzzled the komtesse’s perfumed neck.

  “We agree that if I ask you to stop, you will do so?” the komtesse asked.

  “Of course,” Giselle said with a disarming smile as she stood and took the komtesse’s hands to help her rise. “The blindfold is in that cabinet,” Giselle said to Arabella, who scampered to retrieve it.

  Giselle’s heart hammered so hard she could have sworn it was audible as she walked Katarina to the bed and bent her over the footboard. She forced herself to stop trembling as she reached for one of the restraints that stayed permanently fastened to the bed.

  “I’m not sure I wish to be tied…” the komtesse started.

  “Don’t be silly,” Giselle chided as she loosely cuffed the komtesse’s wrist. “It’s better when you know you are without a choice. Forget your fears and surrender to your arousal.”

  Arabella moved to restrain the komtesse’s other hand. She passed the blindfold to Giselle, who tied it in place.

  Once Katarina’s vision had been restricted, Giselle gestured to the restraints and counted three with her fingers before both kittens pulled taut the straps.

  The komtesse cried out and pulled against the bonds. “What are you doing?”

  “Fight them, Mistress,” Giselle encouraged as she trailed her fingertips down the komtesse’s back. “Pull hard. The struggle enhances the ultimate gratification.”

  Giselle motioned for Arabella to begin pleasuring the komtesse. At once Arabella dropped between Katarina’s legs and started to stroke the exposed flesh. The komtesse moaned. Giselle darted to the wardrobe cabinet and quietly and quickly chose two dresses.

  “Where is my other kitten?” the komtesse purred.

  “Searching for something to add to your pleasure,” Giselle said as she retrieved a thick dowel and lubricant, then grabbed a silk restraint that could be used to render the komtesse silent.

  Giselle passed the tin of lubricant and the dowel to Arabella before she climbed onto the bed and pushed the komtesse’s head between her legs. “Taste me.”

  Immediately, the komtesse complied. Her fingers curled against the bonds holding her arms outstretched. Her bottom quivered when Arabella nudged the greased dowel against her anus and pushed.

  “It hurts,” Katarina whimpered against Giselle’s sex.

  Giselle tugged her hair. “Surrender to the pain.”

  Perspiration misted the komtesse’s back as Arabella very slowly eased the dowel deep in
side.

  “Did I give you permission to stop licking me?” Giselle asked.

  At once, the komtesse returned to blindly tasting the treat before her.

  Giselle pointed to the dresses and gave a nod to Arabella, who rushed to slip into one. “Oh Mistress!” Giselle cried, rocking her hips against the hungry mouth between her legs. “Oh yes.” She made a good show of acting as if she were in ecstasy as Arabella wriggled to tie the laces and fasten the buttons on the garment.

  Once she was sufficiently in the dress, Giselle pointed to the cabinet. “That’s right. Bring the black paddle. Yes, that one. We’ll make her count the licks.”

  Arabella retrieved the paddle and set to work spanking the lusty komtesse as Giselle climbed off the bed and dressed.

  It had been so long since she’d worn a dress, she’d forgotten how restrictive they could be.

  “What’s going on?” Smack! “Ouch!”

  Arabella shot a worried glance toward Giselle.

  “Gag her,” Giselle said as she finished pulling the bodice of her dress together. “We don’t want her alerting the guards.”

  “What are you two—?” the komtesse began before Arabella shoved the wad of silk in the aristocrat’s mouth.

  Muffled grunts and attempted screams came from the komtesse, who thrashed wildly against her bonds.

  A pang of fear laced with nostalgia rose hard in Giselle. This one act prevented them from ever turning back. But there was no time to reflect. “This way,” she said as she opened the panel to the passageway leading to the komtesse’s study.

  Arabella snatched a candle and followed down the narrow stairway. “Are we just going to leave her like that?”

  “We’ve got no choice. The longer she’s restrained, the farther we can get away from this place,” Giselle explained and eased the entry to the study open.

  The room was completely dark and quiet. Hope that they might actually soon be free blossomed in her breast. She turned to Arabella, unable to quell the smile that claimed her lips.

  In a sudden show of emotion, Arabella kissed her.

  Something flared inside Giselle, and she could not figure out what the troubling emotion meant. Was she thrilled? Excited? Her lips parted as Arabella broke the kiss.