The Hidden Mistress - An Erotica and Romance Paranormal/Historical Novelette by Dorian Mayfair

could do. The baroness had already vaporized Marie’s willpower. Her body wanted this, and it would not be denied. Even if she had tried to hold back, for the sake of prolonging the act or for sheer dignity, it would have been impossible. By skill or luck, the baroness knew her body’s every secret. Whimpering, Marie held on to the bathtub as hard as she could while her body racked.
    After a moment, the baroness put one of her hands at the base of Marie’s back while her fingers moved slowly between Marie’s trembling legs. Marie groaned and quivered; the woman’s fingers were cool, but not uncomfortably so. If anything, feeling them against her own burning skin only stirred her more. She felt the baroness’s breath against her neck and knew baroness was as excited as she was. If she ever had doubted the baroness’s true interests, they were now on full display;
    And the baroness cared nothing for Marie’s pained moans. Minute after minute passed while Marie’s gasps and moans echoed in the room, interspaced by the rattling windows and loud gusts of wind. She felt a tear fall from her face, then another. There was no pain, but the strain was draining her. The baroness seemed to know exactly when Marie was nearing a climax, and a moment before Marie would come, the baroness slowed down, refusing Marie what she frantically needed. It was making Marie feverish. She tried to speak, to beg and plead, but no coherent words would leave her mouth.
    The baroness took Marie’s hair in her fist and slowly pulled Marie upright until she was kneeling with her back pressed into the baroness. It did not hurt – not much, at least – and Marie could sense the woman’s strength; resisting would have been impossible. Holding Marie close, the baroness moved her other hand around Marie’s hips and continued to caress her, quickly finding a rhythm that made Marie breathe with short, strained gasps.
    In the storm of emotions that whirled in Marie’s mind, she felt strangely exposed and vulnerable. The baroness’s arms were like iron bands around her. To her surprise, the sensation plunged her pleasure into new depths, and soon, her muffled moans because loud cries. For minutes, her shouts rang in the room and blended with the sound of the storm – but the baroness was merciless. Over and over, she slowed whenever Marie was close to climaxing.
    After a while, the baroness’s breathing became fast and heavy. Marie dimly took a little pride in that the baroness too was excited. Still, that would not save Marie from fainting; her faintness had grown into dizziness, and the light from the candles seemed to be dimming.
    “Now tell me,” the baroness whispered against Marie’s cheek, “have your maid ever made you feel this way?”
    Lost in a whirlwind of abandon and lust, Marie could barely make out what the baroness said. “She’s never – ” Marie managed before her sentence was lost in a long moan. She reached down to press the baroness’s hand harder against herself, but the baroness took Marie’s wrist and slammed Marie’s hand back onto the edge of the bathtub.
    “I told you to keep still.” The Baroness’s grip was a steel clasp around Marie.
    “Let go,” Marie growled. “I have to – I must.”
    “You’re not allowed,” the baroness warned, then laughed close to Marie’s ear. “I knew you had a temper. I can taste it on your skin,” she added. “It’s almost too – ”
    A sharp sting in the side of Marie’s neck made Marie yelp. “ Madame? ” Marie said hoarsely in surprise. Had the baroness bit her?
    “Apologies,” the baroness whispered into Marie’s neck. “You are simply irresistible.”
    Marie smiled between her sighs and cries. Apparently, she was not the only one who was losing control of herself. Pushing herself back closer to the baroness, Marie felt the other woman’s firm body against her own. Enough conditioner still covered them both to make their skins smooth and slippery. It was