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shuddered through me; waves of fire, waves of ice – while deep inside I could feel my lord’s erupting pleasure echoing my own.
    And then, just as my lord pulled away, I saw someone hiding amongst the trees. Not Orme. Not Usher. It was another, and my heart leapt with terror as I recognised the spy…
    ‘Miss Morgan?’
    Sarah jumped as if she’d been shot. In the doorway Doctor Casswell was watching her with interest. She blushed, wondering how long he had been standing there. Hastily she closed Beatrice’s journal, but before she could speak, he said, ‘I thought perhaps you would care to join me for lunch today?’
    Sarah struggled to find her voice. ‘That… that would be lovely.’
    Casswell nodded and extended a hand in invitation. As she got to her feet he waved the hand a little higher. ‘Lift your skirt, Miss Morgan.’
    Sarah stared at him in astonishment. Between her legs she could still feel the flurries of pleasure that Beatrice’s words had already ignited; she knew her body was hungry for satisfaction. She looked up at Casswell almost defiantly. Who did he think he was? Did he think she wouldn’t dare behave so brazenly? She held the hem of her skirt and lifted it to her waist, her eyes meeting his in an unspoken challenge.
    Casswell sighed and shook his head. ‘It seems that, like Beatrice, you do not understand what is expected of you, Sarah. While you are here at Casswell Hall you will be available as and when I require it. Take those off,’ he indicated her knickers and tights. ‘From now on you will be naked under your outer garments at all times, though I have no objection to stockings and a suspender belt. I will have Chang arrange it for you. Come closer.’
    Sarah was still struggling to take off her tights and panties, but she did as he said. Standing in front of him, her body pale and exposed in the bright sunlight from the window, she shivered as he stared down at her. His examination was perfunctory; no more than a glance at her naked sex and the gentle swell of her belly. She dropped the hem of her skirt and waited.
    She knew this was some kind of test. He was making her wait for whatever was to follow; making her understand that he was in charge – not her.
    The seconds ticked by.
    All she could hear clearly was the excited beat of her heart pulsing in her ears. She looked up, and for an instant she saw her need reflected in Casswell’s dark pupils.
    He indicated that she should lift her skirt again, and she did so without a second thought, trembling as he slipped a hand between her legs and cupped her shaven quim. A single finger traced the moist outer lips. His eyes darkened and he nodded his approval.
    ‘Good. I want you to understand that this is how you will remain during your stay here. Now, remove your bra.’
    Sarah stepped away from him, wondering what on earth she was doing as her trembling fingers fumbled clumsily with each button of her blouse. The white cotton was so sheer that she knew once her bra was removed her nipples, as dark and hard as cherries, would peek through for anyone to see.
    She slowed her pace; perhaps there was a way she could soften Casswell’s demeanour. She turned a little, and flirtatiously slipped the blouse back off her shoulders, posing so that Casswell would get a good view of her full ripe breasts.
    To her horror Casswell snorted derisively. ‘Oh please, do not flirt with me, Miss Morgan. I already have what I want from you, there really is no need to try and ensnare me. Now hurry and do as I say.’
    Humiliated and blushing furiously, Sarah did as she was told.
    When she had removed her bra and replaced her blouse, Casswell asked, ‘Does reading about Beatrice excite you?’
    She wondered that he needed to ask. ‘Yes,’ she murmured thickly.
    How could she explain it was the most electrifying thing she had ever read? He nodded and then, opening a drawer in his desk, removed something that looked like a small oar. Made from leather it