Book of the Month Extract - Cassandra's Conflict

Posted on: March 31, 2008 18:03 | Posted by: James

Ever wonder how Black Lace started out? As part of their fifteenth anniversary, they're reprinting some of the most popular books in the series - including the very first, Fredrica Alleyn's Cassandra's Conflict.

If the thought of getting your hands on this classic erotic novel hasn't got you planning how to use the Original Supersex Love Lube we're giving away free with the book during April, the following extract from Fredrica's novel is guaranteed to get you going.

The story so far: Cassandra's playing a game, and the golden rule is that she's not allowed to come. Easier said than done when you're subjected to this kind of erotic torture:

'Cassandra wriggled against the bolster with the excitement, but quickly as the pressure only increased the stimulation and blood coursed even more quickly through her hanging breasts. It was those breasts that were interesting Peter, who had taken a tiny piece of cotton thread, licked it and then shaped it into a loop which he eased over the already swollen nipple, moving it firmly down onto the surface of the breast.

He repeated this exercise with another piece of thread until both Cassandra's nipples were encircled, and then began to suck steadily on the dangling tips which promptly swelled even more until the tight, moist thread began to cut into the incredibly tender flesh and further expansion became impossible.

Yet still Peter continued to suck and Cassandra groaned at the streaks of pain that began to mix with the pleasure, arousing the red-hot heat of pain-edged flames to which Katya and Francoise had introduced her, and reminding her body of the flood of shuddering release such sensations could trigger.

Cassandra's breath quickened and she lifted her head, hoping to catch a glimpse of the clock and see how far into her second ten minutes she was, but Peter was in her way and now Francoise was busy pushing and pulling at Cassandra's body again until she was once more lying lengthways on the couch and the bolster was pushed up against her distended breasts so that the baron and Francoise could concentrate their attentions on the lower half of her body.

The baron spread her thighs wide and slid his hand up beneath her, feeling the slick of moisture between her thighs. He turned his hand, palm uppermost, and insterted the top of his thumb into the entrance to her vagina and let his other fingers beat out a rhythmic tattoo on the surrounding flesh, which was rapidly becoming slippery with her own secretions.

The cotton threads were tight around her fiery nipples, her swollen breasts were pressing into the feathers of the bolster and now at last someone was attending to the diabolically aching flesh between her thighs. Cassandra's hips twitched as the clever fingers danced across the leaping tissue and it felt as though something was sending currents of electricity through her body as the sensations flashed in jagged lines up from her thighs to her breasts.

Cassandra's legs began to stiffen, and then she felt Francoise's tongue licking the tender cleft at the base of her spine, in that special place where the baron had aroused her to such heights, and for a moment she thought that she was going to spasm immediately because the pleasure was simply uncontainable.

'Not yet!' the baron said harshly, and whilst his fingers didn't pause in their tantalising arousal, his words broke through the thick curtain of sensuality and reminded her of the penalty she would pay if she lost out to Lucy. She groaned with frustration, trying to lift her swollen breasts from the bolster to ease her arousal, but Peter pushed her firmly back, at the same time letting his hands go beneath her and pinching the nipples firmly to keep them rigid.

Her whole body was swelling with the sensations, and the knowledge that she mustn't climax made it all worse. Suddenly she heard a groan from Lucy, and the maid's voice cried out, 'No! Please, don't! Not yet, please!' There was such despair in her voice that it gave Cassandra a boost of confidence. At least Lucy was finding it difficult too.

'Time to change!' the baron repeated, abruptly removing his fingers, and Cassandra collapsed in relief, pressing up on her knees so that there was a gap between her puslating vulva and the couch.'

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