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filigree girdle at her waist, leaving her breasts bare. They were full breasts. Her skin was tawny,
her nipples large and the color of chocolate with milk in it. She leaned over him. He knew what
she wanted, though she said not a word. He lifted his head, reaching for her nipples with his lips.
He ran his tongue around her nipple then sucked gently. She lifted her head and moaned. Her
throat arched. "Harder," she whispered. He pulled at her breast then switched to the other as it
dangled, heavy, above him. She squeezed the breast he had just left and rolled her nipple between
her thumb and forefinger. As if she could stand it no longer, she straightened, pulled her red silk
skirts apart, and straddled his shoulders.
Her buttocks were smooth and warm against his chest. He could smell the musk of her. She
reached into the dark thatch at her groin and spread her nether lips. "Let me see your skills,
Penitent." Stephan felt as though he was dreaming. But he did not question. He licked her, his
tongue running up and down the moist folds of flesh until it found the nub of passion, already
roused. Sucking and licking, he felt her moan above him as her hips jerked.
He applied himself assiduously. He was not surprised when he felt himself tighten again. His
erection throbbed to life. Freya, dressed in pristine white satin, moved toward him. "Look,
sisters," she said, behind Estancia's moans of pleasure. "Already he rises." She straddled him
behind her sister and slipped him inside herself. Then they were both bucking and riding him,
using his mouth and cock together. He gasped and heaved. It did not take long before Estancia
was shuddering and shrieking, her hands knotted in his hair, and Freya cried out in her own
release. He came again in wrenching unison with them.
"He has potential," he heard Deirdre say as he sank into a stupor, heat and sex and sweat and
female musk overwhelming his senses at last.
That wasn't the end, of course. God! Stephan ran his hands through his hair, sweating even two years
and a thousand miles away from that night. They hadn't made love to him. One couldn't call it that. They
had used him. Had he not been willing to be used? He couldn't withstand the pressure of their need, that
night or any other.
He pushed down shame. It had been necessary. They had shown him that. He only wished he had been a
better vessel for their teachings.
"Again, anyone?"
Stephan cracked his eyelids. Deirdre lay draped, naked, over the chaise longue closest to the fire.
The flames were only a flicker. The shadows and light moving over her face made her look like a
demon. "He'sfinally spent himself, but I can bring him up again if you like."
"No, no, my dear. I couldn't." Freya fanned herself with her hand and fell into the other chair.
She was lithe, an athlete, with muscular calves and delicate muscles in her back. "Three is my
limit tonight. Or was it four?"
Estancia spoke in a childish, high voice. "I must admit I haven't been so pleasantly exhausted in
years." She came to stand over Stephan. She lifted his chin with one finger. "I think he has
potential, don't you, sisters?"
" Potential for what?" Stephan managed to ask. "This is no kind of training "
Estancia slapped him so hard his head snapped to the side. "Never, never question us."
"Come here. Penitent, and kneel." Deirdre's voice was steely with the command of her
Companion's compulsion. Stephan felt every one of her thousands of years in the power that
throbbed through him. He fought the urge to obey, but she was stronger than he was. He
struggled off the stone bench, staggered over to the chaise, and fell to his knees. She leaned
forward and glared at him. "You will not speak unless spoken to. We will tell you what you must
do, and what you need to know." She rose and walked around behind him. "You will obey quickly,
eagerly, and silently."
"That is part of the suppression of emotion which is essential to your training," Freya explained.
Her expression was soft. Was that sympathy or something else?
"All he needs to know is that if he does not," Estancia said, "he will be punished." She distributed
her ample figure over the third chaise. "Or we could let our father punish you."
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