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“There’s a washroom through that door,” he pointed to the side of the room. “When you are presentable again, you can come see me in the shop. You’ll want to hear what I have to say,” he said, then he left.
Just her second day in Paris and she’d already become a sex toy for another strange man. If the man’s use of her had been intended as a warning, like Alex’s warning not to pursue the Marquis, then it would be another warning she would ignore. Her body sought the sex as passionately as she sought her master, and once again, her desire had been sated.
Once she had revived, propriety pulled her off the crate and sent her quickly to the washroom. She swiped her bra from the floor as she went. There was one particularly nasty welt that was the cause of all the bleeding. But it was clotted by then, so it wouldn’t bleed on her skirt.
She quickly removed her clothes to clean herself, then she dressed as she had before. Sensing that it wouldn’t be prudent to take her time, she returned to the storefront and waited for several minutes while the shopkeeper finished with a customer. During that time, she browsed the bookshelves as if looking for something in particular. Most of the books were in French, but she did find a few English paperbacks with titles she recognized.
“Mrs. Priestly.” She jumped at the sound of his voice.
She turned, seeing that the shopkeeper had returned to his desk, and looked very much the way he did when she walked in the door.
“I’d said that the Marquis is not in Paris, and that is true. He is in Prague, at least that is where he currently makes his home.”
“And you have an address?”
“No. But you’ll go there. Driven women normally won’t heed warnings. Understand, I was kind to you in comparison to the cruelty that you may face. But, seeing how you’ve responded so far, that may be what you need. As far as finding the man you want, you can be assured that if you make the trip, he’ll know you’re coming. And he’ll find you.” He sat back, sighing deliberately. “Now, if you’ll be off, I can get on with my work.”
“Yes, sir. And thank you.”
He looked at her strangely, as if thanking her for what just took place seemed a little odd.
She would have to agree.
Chapter Nine
Two days later, Laney was on the train to Prague, sitting in a seat by the window when an attractive couple in their thirties sat down in the seats opposite her. They were both elegantly dressed: he in a tailored black, pinstriped suit with a gold tie and matching handkerchief, she in a sleekly styled designer suit, the color of a rich Merlot. Her purse, her shoes, her impressive gold jewelry complimented her clothes perfectly. The two looked like a matched set. Laney would have thought the pair had just stepped from an advertisement in Vogue. Sitting opposite of this elegant couple, she felt a little dowdy in her casual peasant skirt and cotton blouse, although they were very much in style for the season and not particularly inexpensive—a splurge she’d made in a trendy Paris boutique. Obviously, she and her new companions had very different agendas in mind; they certainly traveled in vastly different circles. In fact, it was almost a little surprising that they’d chosen these seats, since there were many that were empty in the train car.
She looked up at them, making quick work of her evaluation, smiled when she caught their eye, then put her head back in the book she was reading, paying no attention to their curious stares, until the woman finally leaned forward and touched her knee.
“I couldn’t help notice how your jewelry compliments your attire,” she said, with an impressively languid lilt to her French accent.
It took a moment for Laney to understand that, yes, she was referring to the bracelet, which had separated from the half dozen bangles she wore with it—her only means to disguise it from the casual observer. Once again, the other bracelets hadn’t done a very good job.
Another scene? So fast? Was everyone in Europe privy to her secret, which would make it not much of a secret at all? After the fact, Laney had realized that she had asked for no proof from the shopkeeper that he was a member of the Marquis’ circle, and she might well have given herself up to that stranger for no reason. It didn’t matter now, but she would have to be more careful.
Laney shifted in her seat, feeling the leather beneath her bottom caress the bare flesh of her pussy—since her trip began, there was no question that she’d follow the Marquis’ rules. She was reminded again of one benefit of those rules: if she rocked just right in her seat, the act massaged her clitoris in a way that just might bring on a subtle climax. The idea of allowing that to happen hadn’t crossed her mind in a long while—until now. “Do you have a bracelet like it?” Laney asked the woman; just a little impertinently.
“Oh, I would never,” the woman gushed, her words seemed to drip from her lips like honey. “My husband and I are traveling to Prague; is that your destination?”
“Yes. It is.”
She smiled more broadly and her green eyes glittered. “He bears the mark.”
“Oh?”
“Darling, show it to the girl.” She called her ‘girl’, which quickly put her in her submissive place. Alluring though the woman was, there was a child’s naïve enthusiasm in her manner, which made her just a little creepy, especially since she was dressed in such sophisticated clothes. She leaned back, deferring to the man.
“You’ll have to excuse my wife, it’s not often she’s with me when an occasion like this presents itself.”
He sounded clipped and masterly, which gave Laney reason to shiver. She took a sudden nosedive into the submissive attitude that the situation called for. He had the tanned, polished look of an aristocrat and his manner was piercingly cool. She felt compelled to speak:
“Obviously, sir, if you are entitled to have me, I have no say in the matter; I understand that. I have, however, been recently of use to another master and…”
“What is it…” he cut her off, “your ass or your cunt that’s aching?” he bluntly asked.
Laney blushed, when she didn’t want to. She wondered if anyone in the rail car had overheard the conversation. She realized that keeping her cool in these circumstances wasn’t easy.
She couldn’t answer the man. In fact, it was probably a big mistake to raise an objection in order to alter their plans. Not that it wouldn’t be interesting being with these two. They were physically gorgeous people and this might be a chance for a sexual interlude that did not include the sadistic brutality most masters were determined to wreak on her compliant body. Of course, ‘Mr. Starched and Formal’ here might be as much of a sadist as every other master she’d been with.
