Stephanie's Castle by Susanna Hughes

Author:Susanna Hughes
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: slaves, sexual variation, susanna hughes, strictly disciplined
Publisher: Chimera Books Ltd

Chapter Nine

The clack of high heels on the marble staircase must I have alerted Devlin and Gianni. By the time the two women were halfway down the stairs, both men were standing at the foot of the staircase waiting to greet them. From this position there was no doubt they were getting a worm's eye view of two pairs of unrivalled legs expensively clad in nylon and leather. In Colette's case they could probably see a great deal more.

'Bravo! Bravo!' Gianni shouted, beginning to clap his hands. Devlin rather self-consciously joined in.

'Magnificent,' Devlin said quietly to Stephanie as she reached the bottom of the stairs and he took her hand.

'Thank you,' she replied. She turned to Gianni.

'This is Colette, a friend of mine from England,' she lied.

'Charmed, Colette,' Gianni said, taking her hand and kissing it lasciviously, no doubt using the same technique he had used on Stephanie on the jetty. 'I love English. Did Stephanie tell you? All things English. I'm English-crazee.'

He was looking hard at Stephanie as he said this, looking at her, it seemed, as though he saw straight through her little plot.

'And there's something about Italian men makes me feel funny in all sorts of places,' Colette was saying, her Cockney accent suddenly more pronounced.

Gianni turned to Stephanie and took her hand. He kissed it perfunctorily, letting it go as soon as his lips had grazed the skin of her fingers.

'To you I must owe an apology. I behave very badly indeed. Please I want that you forgive me.'

'Forgiven and forgotten,' Stephanie said catching Devlin's eye. Whether this change of mind was genuine or not she did not know. But at least he'd said it. And it was possible that he meant it.

'Good. Then we can be friends,' he said.

Gianni wrapped his arm around Colette's waist and led her into the dining room, his hand quickly slipping down from the small of her back to the cheeks of her arse, feeling them move as she walked.

'Well, that's a good sign,' Stephanie whispered to Devlin. 'So far, so good. She looks stunning.'

'Do you want her?'

'My dear, I want only you. This business has spoilt all my plans. I didn't want to have to share you this evening. I wanted you to myself. Will you ever forgive me?'

'I might.' She tried to look stern but then broke into a smile. Two pleas for forgiveness in as many minutes. 'Incidentally, I had to promise her...'

'Anything. If she can get Gianni out of our hair, anything.'

'I have something special for our aperitif,' Devlin announced when they were installed in chairs around the roaring fire in the dining room. 'A bottle of 1952 Dom Perignon.'

A white-coated waiter poured the wine into the flutes, handling the bottle as though it contained nitro-glycerine. The wine had lost most of its bubbles but had matured to a deep golden colour.

'To our mutual health,' Devlin toasted.

Stephanie could not remember tasting anything so delicious. She savoured the subtle taste, sipping the wine from the flute and watching Devlin do the same.

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