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almost impersonally, as she fucked Jane with her fingers, stroking, exploring, caressing…teasing and coaxing and then becoming demanding and rough. Lust overtook Jane, and her body became tight and hot, her quim dripping with juices that made soft, wet sounds that seemed to punctuate her arousal. Jane bit her lip, writhing and lost in the moment and unable—unwilling—to claw her way out of the dark well of desire.
    She closed her eyes, unable to bear seeing the satisfaction in her seducer’s face as she gave herself over to the sensation she could no longer fight. Something pressed against Jane’s little pearl, the tiny throbbing center of her being, stroking it oh so gently as the fingers pumped faster and faster. She could no longer remain silent. Her moans and sighs filled her own ears as she shivered and shifted and pumped, meeting the deep, pressing thrusts with her hips, climbing to the heights of release.
    When the climax came, it was sharp and hard and fast, shooting through her body like a whip crack that left her stunned and shaken and a little ashamed. The fingers withdrew; Zenovia moved away, and, still panting, collapsed into the sofa cushions. Jane at last opened her eyes.
    Shaky, confused, and yet incredibly sated, she pulled herself up into a sitting position. Zenovia had returned to her seat and was arranging the chess pieces as if…as if nothing had happened. As if that interlude had never occurred, and they were preparing to play a game of chess after dinner.
    Still trembling, Jane looked down at herself and discovered that, though her breasts were tighter and more aroused than ever—completely outlined by the clinging toga—and her thighs slipped together at their apex, her netherlips wet and full and still throbbing with little licks of delight, she was still completely clothed.
    It was as if nothing had happened.
    “I…” She tried to speak, but didn’t know what to say.
    Then Zenovia looked up at her, and Jane was nearly felled by the intense heat and lust in her eyes. “You are even more than I had hoped for.” She smiled with pure delight and lifted her glistening fingers to her nostrils, smelling deeply. “Delicious. Incredible. And so very so passionate. So easily aroused. And all without any artificial enhancements. I couldn’t be more pleased, Lady Hampstead. Jane .”
    Jane reached for a goblet of wine and gulped half of it. It was very light and watered down—very nearly just grape juice—and it was true. She’d felt no effects from the several glasses she’d already imbibed.
    “And now, if you are as interesting and intelligent as you seem to be…why, that combined with your beauty and your passion…will make you the perfect woman.” Zenovia sipped her own wine, looking at Jane from over the rim. Her eyes were still filled with lust and heat, but other than that, she gave no other indication of her thoughts.
    “I don’t understand,” Jane managed to say, collecting all of her thoughts. She started to stand. “I mean to say, I appreciate the compliment, but—”
    Zenovia pulled her back down with a firm grip. “We shall play chess, Jane. And we will make a wager on the outcome of the game.”
    Jane had no choice but to sit. “What sort of wager?”
    Zenovia looked at her, wickedness flashing in her eyes. “I mean to keep you, Lady Hampstead. Jane .”
    “ Keep me?” She couldn’t control the fury in her voice. “What do you mean keep me? You cannot keep me. I am a free woman, an English citizen, a member of—”
    “And your fire ! By the gods, Jane, you continue to enthrall me. And this is only the beginning.” Zenovia swept a hand over the chess game. “We shall play and we will have a wager on the outcome of the game. If you win, I will release you…tomorrow. After we spend what will, I’m certain, be a most pleasurable night. And if I win…you shall become my most favored concubine.”

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    Jane’s hand trembled as she set the rook