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about surrendering to
the desires of women,” Athena said. “And I’m giving all of you the task of
teaching him that lesson. Do whatever you want to him. Do it incessantly. Keep
him helpless in any way you like.”
    Trish cleared her throat. “I’ve always wanted to kiss the
Count, Countess,” she said so shyly that the Count would have moaned aloud if
he could have.
    “Then, by all means, do so,” Athena said. “He’s your toy.” A
ripple of pleasure passed through the maids and several whispered to each other
in delight. The Count closed his eyes, hoping for strength.
    Athena continued. “Remove his gag if you like, queen him,
kiss him, suck him off, sit on him, the choice is yours. There are only two
rules.” She held up two fingers before the rapt maids. “You will follow no
command he gives you.” She held up the second finger. “And you will release him
from your captivity only when he can’t sustain an erection any longer. He may
need a break, but as long as you can get him hard again within an hour, he’s
all yours.”
    The Count couldn’t believe it.
    Then he looked at Trish, at the anticipation in her eyes,
and knew this punishment could be a sweet and endless slice of hell.
    Or heaven.
    “It only seemed fair to ensure you had some pleasure with
the pain,” Athena said, her voice surprisingly close to his ear. “A master
taught me that once.” She kissed his cheek quickly, then stepped away.
“Goodbye, Mr. Rossini. I can’t make your fantasy come true myself, but maybe
they can.”
    The Count tried to shout after her, but could only make a
moan. He wanted to tell her to come back, that he’d try to change, that they
could make it work, but Athena kept walking, right out of both the room and his
life. He would have strained for the sound of her heels on the stairs, the
sound of the front door opening and closing, but Trish eased closed, sliding
her wet sex over the length of his hard cock. The Count caught his breath just
before her perfect breasts collided with his chest. She smiled at him, so sweet
and innocent that his heart clenched, then she untied his gag.
    And kissed him, with all the vigorous heat of youth.
    This time, the Count did moan with pleasure.
     
    * * *
     
    Joanna was exhausted.
    And she had doubts.
    She sat in the passenger seat as Mike drove her home in the
early hours of Monday morning and stole glances at him. She hadn’t realized it
was such hard work to be the dominant one. She wasn’t used to anticipating
Mike’s reactions or maintaining the balance between pleasure and torment.
    On the other hand, she’d found it thrilling to punish him.
She wasn’t sure she wanted this switching of roles to be an irregular
activity—she was thinking she could get used to a routinely scheduled
reversal.
    But the last time she’d named her fantasy, Mike had tried to
fulfill it, even at the expense of the relationship. She wasn’t sure it was
smart to speak up just yet.
    They’d had great slow vanilla sex in the shower after she’d
sucked him off and she knew he had to be exhausted, too.
    Even if he looked euphoric. He flashed a confident grin at
her as he turned a corner and her heart clenched. She loved him so much.
    “What’s with the boxes?” she asked abruptly. She knew it
would have been better to build up to it, but Mike hadn’t talked about it and
she had to know.
    His smile faded. “Well, I’m moving. I took a job on the
coast. I don’t know if I ever told you about this guy I know, who’s always
wanted me to come and work for him...”
    Joanna stared at him. “When did this happen?”
    “While you were with Eric.”
    “So, we fall out and in less than a week, you’re moving
halfway across the country? Just like that?” Joanna folded her arms across her
chest, wishing that was the truth. “Nobody makes big decisions that fast.”
    “Well, I do. I figured you were gone and that we were done.
I thought you had what you wanted, and to be honest, I