The fall auctions had been a big success for Hans, with two dozen buyers in attendance, and the sale of twenty-six girls. It had been his largest auction in the ten years since he’d taken over the castle, and he was very pleased with the financial rewards. He was so encouraged by the outcome and success of the training, he was eager to bring in more girls, though he didn’t tell Cassie. He could only imagine the arguments that would ensue if she found out.
A part of Hans felt sympathetic for his grandfather. Dolf had lied to his beloved wife for years, and when she discovered his alter ego, it created a huge rift between them that never healed. Fortunately, Cassie already knew how Hans made his living, and he was more than certain she understood the lessons weren’t going to stop. Still, he decided it was best if she wasn’t reminded of the lower levels. At least not until after they returned from Italy.
Hans arranged to take Cassie to see Justina, and though he considered taking Anne, Liam talked him out of it. She wasn’t fully trained, and he was taking a big enough risk with Cassie. All it would take was a single word to the right people, to cause a lot of problems for the castle, and the Baron.
“I want you to come down and look at something,” Hans said, opening the bedroom door to find Cassie sitting on the bed, a book perched on her lap.
“What?” she asked with a curious frown.
“I bought some things and I need you to look them over before I send them down to your girls.”
“Stop frowning,” he scolded in a cheerful voice, reaching for her hand and helping her off the bed. “It’s not as bad as all that.”
“Is it something that’s going to make me angry, and give you reason to threaten me with the bench again?” she asked with a suspicious grin.
“Never the bench, but perhaps a spanking, and only because I know you enjoy it as much as I do.”
“Pervert,” she grumbled.
“Damn right,” he chuckled, walking out the door of their private chambers with her.
Cassie walked beside Hans, wearing another make-shift tee-shirt dress. She glanced to the closed door next to theirs and frowned. She’d wondered for a long time what was behind it. Now that Hans had loosened his grip on her, and allowed her to investigate the castle, she thought about asking him to show her what was inside.
She sighed as they continued walking. She had seen more rooms than she ever imagined. Everything from the theater, to the library, and even a secret room of indiscretion, Hans liked to keep for himself. Still, the room next to his was the only place he banned her from investigating.
“Have you decided on a wedding gown yet?” he asked as he walked with her down the back stairs, toward the sitting room.
“No. There’s too many to choose from, so I gave up looking. At least for now.”
“What did your dream gown look like?”
“I never had one,” she told him honestly, listening to his snorted chuckle.
“Yes, you did. All girls dream of a fairytale wedding, starting with the dress.”
“Do you know what my fairytale was?”
“Do tell, baby,” he smiled.
“Winning the Pulitzer for the best story of the decade, then flying off into the sunset with Superman. I always wanted to be Lois Lane. Not the one from the movies, the one from the TV show. Clark Kent was gorgeous.”
“That sounds like something I’d expect you to dream of,” he said with a wide grin.
“Don’t laugh,” she scolded him as they stopped outside the sitting room’s closed doors. “For a little girl, that was a wonderful daydream.”
“Remind me to show you something later,” he told her, then kissed her lips before she could question him, and opened the door.
Cassie stepped inside to see seven sets of boots on the floor by the sofa. On the cushions was a pile of cashmere sweaters in assorted colors, another stack of dark blue jeans, and a makeshift clothes rack on the edge of the bar with coats on hangers.
“What’s all this?” she asked with a frown as she picked up a sweater and held it across her torso, feeling the soft material.
“I thought I’d give you what we bartered for,” he answered, watching her look through the clothes. “I told you I’d consider offering your girls weekly outings if you agreed to marry me. And you have, so now it’s my turn to make good on the deal.”
“These are for the girls?” Cassie asked with wide, excited eyes.
“I’ve also arranged to have the horses brought up, and to have supper outside.”
“I can’t believe you did this. Thank you.”
Cassie dropped the shirt on the pile and hugged him. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, offering him the first kiss she’d ever initiated on her own. Hans wrapped her in his embrace and returned the kiss, eager to see what else she would try to take the lead in.
“We better get the girls, before I forget my agreement and take you upstairs. I’m curious to see how far you’re willing to take your appreciation.”
“Three and a half hours outside, and we’ll discuss how grateful I am,” she promised.
“I’ll hold you to that,” he smiled, slapping her bottom hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to hurt.
Guards patrolled the grounds with rifles, automatic assault weapons, and pistols, as Cassie and Hans stepped out to the veranda. Anson, Elke, and Erich arrived with the girls, while Liam brought Anne out to the large deck. Hans assured Cassie the guards were there to patrol the areas that were the weakest, though Cassie knew they were there to keep the girls inside the walls, as much as to keep the curious out.
The sun was high and warm, though the wind was bitter cold, promising the arrival of snow before long. Two large wagons, used for the gardens and crops during the harvest months, were lined with hay and blankets. They were at the bottom step of the veranda, waiting for the girls. Violetta glanced to Anne, who looked at Cassie in turn. Hans smiled, wrapping his arm around the blonde’s waist, and escorting her down to the waiting wagons.
Slowly, the girls began to pile into the wagons, snuggling together beneath the blankets to stay warm. Hans hired a driver for the first wagon and assigned Spangler to go with him, while he drove the second with Cassie by his side. He arranged a deal with the middle-aged man, promising him his choice of girls when he finished, in exchange for his silence.
Cassie was appalled at the bargain. Hans already paid five hundred euros to the man. There was no cause in surrendering the body of a girl, but Hans refused to relent. It had been a standing agreement for anyone who worked at the castle, to have a session in one of the Exchange Rooms, with the girls who would be sold at the upcoming auction. The worker’s time with the girls helped them to adjust to different male desires and prepared them for the men who would be buying them. It had been this way since he took over the castle, and he would not change the routine, even for her.
The girls relaxed quickly and began singing as the wagons drove around the castle grounds. The whole castle knew Cassie agreed to marry the Baron, and they knew it was her bartering skills that got them the privilege of leaving the lower levels, and the clothes. The guards were talking about the changes the woman was making, though the girls didn’t mind it. The times they were released to enjoy the pool, they returned relaxed and eager to explore their lessons with the men who taught them.
Liam sat in the back of the wagon near Anne, two pistols and a rifle in his possession, listening to the girls come alive. He stared at them with a curious eye. Cassie’s influence seemed to be changing everything Hans built the past ten years, though the girls seemed to respond positively to the lessons afterwards.
After a ride around the property, they were led to a large stable at the back of the grounds. The girls were told they could ride the horses inside the corral or relax in the sun. Ten horses had been saddled, allowing enough for the slaves, as well as the guards who would be keeping an eye on them.
Hans watched Cassie and realized how much of a leader she really was, to the others. She jumped from the seat beside him and ran to the haystacks, then dove in. Within minutes, the air was filled with feminine laughter that made even Liam chuckle. They watched while the women made fools of themselves, tossing the dry straw across each other’s heads, and running around like children.
Cassie could feel the months of tension draining from her muscles as she laughed and smiled. The heat of the autumn sun shone down on her head, warming her pale face and neck. She felt free, and alive, for the first time in months. She stretched her arms out beside her and spun around like a propeller. Before long, all the girls were spinning, and Liam’s deep laughter could be heard echoing off the nearby stables.
Hans climbed down from the seat where he’d been watching them and walked across the short distance to Cassie. He glanced behind him, watching Liam move closer to Anne. When he reached her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and hugged her. Much to Hans’ surprise, the nun encircled his neck with her arms, and kissed him.
“You look like a little girl,” Hans told Cassie with a broad smile, pulling straw from her hair.
“I was wondering if you were ever going to come have some fun.”
“The kind of fun I have in mind, involves a visit to the hayloft,” he chuckled, pulling her into his embrace and kissing her neck.
“That could be arranged,” she giggled. “Think Liam can handle six girls on his own?”
“Let’s find out.”
Hans took her by the hand and led her into the stables and over to the sturdy ladder that led to the loft. He watched her bottom as she climbed the ladder ahead of him, smiling when he imagined how it felt in his hands. He may have supplied the girls with clothing, but they were refused underwear or bras. He wanted to make certain they remembered what they were, even though they were dressed.
Laughter continued to fill the chilly air, as the two lovers reached their destination. Hans had grabbed one of the horse’s blankets on his way up. The loft was filled with the aroma of fresh straw, that had been cut and bundled, then set on the upper level to dry. He kicked the corner of one bail, loosening the hay, then quickly spread it across the floor boards before he spread the blanket out across it.
He reached a hand out for Cassie, pulling her into his embrace. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her cool lips, until she was panting with the simmering heat inside her. Cassie giggled when he fell to the woolen blanket, taking her down with him.
It seemed like an eternity since he held her like this, his legs wrapped around hers, as their lips melded together. His hands moved beneath her jacket and sweater, caressing the soft skin across her spine, stoking the fire inside her. It had been three weeks since she agreed to his proposal, and though they were growing closer emotionally, they had yet to resume the physical side of their relationship. His desire was growing hotter, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop once they began.
“Rosa said it would be safe for you to make love again,” he growled next to her ear. “Shall we see how recovered you are?”
“Is that why you haven’t tried assaulting me at night?” she giggled. “Didn’t think I could take you?”
“I know you can take me, you’ve already proven that, and I have never assaulted you.”
“What do you call spanking me? Using toys in places they were never meant to go, and bringing strangers in our bedroom?”
“Our bedroom?” he smiled as he leaned above her, bracing his arms on the blanket beside her. “I think I like the sound of that. Our bedroom, our bed, our love…”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she giggled, smiling broadly at his amused grin.
“You have a naughty mouth,” he told her. “Perhaps I should find a way to put it to work.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well…you have a choice. You can either put that mouth to use on me, or I can call your friend in…”
“Take your pants off,” she growled in a teasing manner.
Hans chuckled as he leaned up, kneeling between her knees and unfastening his jeans. She watched him unzip the barrier that held his erection in check, then bit her lower lip when he sprang free.
“I want you,” he told her, as he began unbuttoning his shirt.
“So, who’s denying you?” she asked, watching him take his shirt off. “What’s that?” she asked with a wide grin when he removed his outer shirt to reveal a blue tee-shirt with a Superman symbol on the front.
“You said you always wanted to fly into the sunset with Superman,” he told her with a wide grin. “I’m here to offer myself as a consolation prize.”
“Where did you get that shirt?”
“New York, about twelve years ago. An old friend wanted to go to the comic book convention and talked me into going with him. I liked the girl at the concession stand. I was hoping to pick her up, but she already had a boyfriend, so I left with a tee-shirt instead.”
Cassie giggled when he stood up and pulled his pants off.
“Want me to keep it on?” he asked her with a wicked grin.
“No, not really,” she smiled. “I’d rather have the mild-mannered man, instead of a super hero.”
“Liam told me you’d learned to relax your throat very well,” he smiled in a deep, passion filled tone as he pulled the shirt off over his head. “I want you to demonstrate your skills.”
“Is this my interview, Master?” she asked as she squirmed free from his legs and sat up.
“Damn right, and I expect perfection or it’s the whip for you.”
“I’d much rather have your hand,” she smiled, reaching for his hard shaft.
“That can be arranged,” he assured her with a wicked grin, then wrapped his hand around hers and held her finger still. “I want you naked when you do this,” he ordered her. “I want to feel that beautiful body, and have you available when I’m ready to move onward.”
“But it’s freezing in here,” she grumbled.
“I’ll keep your burner going. You’ll be sweating in a few minutes, begging to be set free.”
“I never want to be free,” she whispered as she sat up on her knees.
“Swear it,” he ordered suddenly, taking her by the shoulders and shaking her once.
Cassie saw the urgency in his eyes, and knew it had nothing to do with being aroused. He needed to know she wasn’t going to leave him, and his heart begged her to surrender, as her desires kicked her subconscious into silence.
“I swear I’ll always need you, and I’ll always be with you,” she promised, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I would love to hate you, but my heart won’t allow it. You’ve wiggled your way into my soul, and I’m hopelessly yours, forever.”
Hans pulled her into his arms again and kissed her with an urgency that she could never understand or resist. She loved this man’s mouth, as much as she loved his body.
“If you want me naked, you’re going to have to help me,” she teased him, pulling away so he was within arm’s reach of her.
“I’ll strip you clean anytime,” he chuckled, easing her jacket off her shoulders.
Within a few palm-sweating moments, they were both void of clothes. Cassie moved across him, pinning his legs between hers as she bent over him, kissing the heat radiating from his erection.
Hans watched her with interest, feeling the hesitation as she began to suckle the tip of him. He knew she’d been practicing on toys and phalluses, but apart from a couple of times playing, this was her first real time with a penis.
“Take it slow,” he told her, offering her aid and encouragement. “If it’s too hard, don’t force it.”
Cassie looked up with a wicked grin and stopped what she was doing. She sat up on his legs and stroked him a few times until he moaned.
“I’ve seen it get harder,” she told him, watching the shocked expression cross his face.
With a soft giggle, she leaned back down and continued. Hans watched her with a relaxed, comfortable feeling gripping his heart. He’d never had a woman he could play with, and he would never have assumed she would joke with him, especially when it came to the lessons, or sex in general. She was always stuffy and formal, and he had to wear his Master’s persona to get her to try anything. But this…it was unique and unexpected, and he didn’t want it to end.
Cassie continued to suckle the tip of him before gathering her courage, taking him into her mouth a bit further. Hans clenched the blanket to keep from pushing her down across him, like he did with the trainees. He wanted her to do this on her own, and to experience what it felt like to be in control.
Within a few short breaths, Hans was moaning. Cassie managed to move him into her throat and hold him there for three full seconds, before pulling away and drawing a deep breath. She’d practiced enough in the lower level to know how to relax her throat and adjust her breathing, and she was amazed that it worked on the real thing.
Hans twitched in her mouth and she knew he was getting closer to his release. That was the one thing she’d never done, and she was afraid of how it was going to end. He sensed her hesitation, and knew she’d reached her limits of experience. He allowed her to play for just a few moments longer, then took her chin and lifted her face upwards.
“Enough,” he told her. “I want inside you.”
Cassie understood, and he could see the gratitude in her eyes as she sat up. She felt him move to sit up but pushed him back down across the blanket. She’d seen enough movies to know there were different positions, and she was rather enjoying the idea of being the one on top for a change.
Hans stared at her as she moved up his body, brushing his abdomen with her erect nipples. He growled softly, ignoring the shouts and laughter from the girls outside. He could only concentrate on one thing right now, and it was this beautiful blonde who was straddling his hips.
“It’s going to be deep,” he warned her as she wrapped her hand around his shaft. “Take only what you can. Your body will adjust to the size, but you can’t rush it.”
“Yes Master,” she teased placing him against her wet, hot portal.
Hans groaned at the feeling of her heat against him and fought to keep from impaling her. He wanted inside her more than he had ever wanted anything before. Right now, he didn’t care if the world ended, or if every law enforcement agency was on his doorstep. Nothing would keep him from having this woman.
Cassie slowly began to lower across him, taking him inside her smoothly, until she felt him press against her cervix. She gasped, sensing the sting of pain between her legs, but she was determined to have him all the way inside her.
Sensing her difficulties, he placed his hands on her hips and pulled her forward, until her breasts were against his chest. He kissed her tenderly, teasing her with the tip of his tongue as he pressed her down across him. Taking her like this was easy. She had grown accustomed to his size. As his kiss eased and he released her lips, Hans helped her move upwards slowly, as he lifted his hips, thrusting inside her with gentle movements.
“Just relax,” he ordered in a deep voice. “It will fit if you don’t rush it.”
“Maybe I’m not long enough…”
“You’re perfect. Trust me. Just go slow and sit up. Until you’ve done this a time or two, I’ll take the lead.”
Cassie did as he instructed and eased up across him. Hans took control of her hips, moving her as he thrust against her. The feel of her tight body surrounding him was nearly his undoing. It had been weeks since he’d taken her, and his patience was nearly spent. She braced her hands on his stomach and moved as he moved, feeling his shaft thicken inside her.
Once she was comfortable and understood how to do it, he let go of her and slipped his hands between her legs. He stroked her labia with both thumbs, until she closed her eyes and moaned, then opened her lips and began teasing her swollen clitoris. Cassie’s moaning grew stronger, louder, and she began to move across him in a quicker fashion, until they were both panting.
Moments slipped away until she felt the insane tingling begin and knew she was nearly there. The hard twitching inside her spurred her onward, as she used her body to stroke his. The tingle continued to grow until she thought she’d go insane. The demanding urgency became mind consuming and she growled with frustration. Her nails scratched his abdomen and he gasped, rolling her onto her back. Hans thrusts became demanding as he rocked against her harder, deeper.
“Hans,” she said with a loud gasp. “I’m not protected anymore.”
“Relax,” he smiled. “I know what I’m doing.”
Cassie didn’t think she could relax. The idea that their afternoon could become a bad memory, of the day she became pregnant again, floated around her, even as she felt the heat continue to build.
She felt her need burning beneath his fingers as he continued to stroke her with one hand, and she moaned with each deep thrust of his body. The feel of him filling her canal was erotic, and she felt the urgent demand of her own needs begin to consume her mind.
Hans fought against his climax, determined to make her cum first. When he felt her tighten around his shaft, he smiled. His thumb moved against her moist clitoris hard, ruthlessly, and he chuckled as she cried out. Her voice was loud enough, he knew the others could hear her, but he didn’t care. He wanted them to understand the woman belonged to him, and he would never let her go.
He allowed her a few moments to enjoy her pent-up surrender, before allowing himself the splendor of her warm, moist body. He thrust against her harder, and harder, until he knew he was spent. Cassie gasped when he pulled out of her, then watched him close his eyes. His large hand stroked his erection fast and hard, until he growled, and she felt the heat of his release against her breasts.
She couldn’t think, she just watched him, until he began to relax, and he released his firm hold on his manhood. He leaned across her, bracing himself on his hands as he rested his forehead against hers.
“That was nasty,” she said, with a look of mixed surprise and disgust.
“We’ve done it before,” he chuckled. “It’s either that, or you consent to having my baby. The choice is yours.”
“I don’t want to go through that again,” she told him honestly, as he leaned up and took her hands in his, then brought them to his lips.
“It won’t be like that, next time,” he told her, kissing her fingers, one at a time, before pressing them against her breasts.
Cassie gasped and tried to pull away, feeling the warm sticky residue of his orgasm beneath her fingers. Hans held her tight, pressing her hands against her body, and massaging them over her chest. He watched as her fingers smoothed his seed across her breast, moaning softly. His desire quickly renewed itself, and he found his arousal beginning to grow.
“Not again,” she scolded him, feeling him press against her.
“It’s been weeks since we were together. You don’t honestly think one time will suffice?”
“It will have to be enough, until we go back home.”
Hans stopped and smiled down at her with a look of pure pleasure, and she had a feeling it had nothing to do with sex.
“That’s the first time you called my castle, home,” he said, watching the color steal into her cheeks.
“I suppose it is home,” she told him gently. “It’s the only one I have.”
“Do you want something different?” he asked, a slight frown furrowing across his brows.
“That would depend on whether you’re there with me, or not. If I can’t have you by my side, then I’ll have to suffice with your fortress of perversion.”
“I love you,” he said, leaning in and kissing her lips, hard and urgent.
Cassie struggled against him, feeling the tip of his hard penis slip inside her wet opening.
“No more,” she argued. “You can wait until we get back to the castle. Now get off me and get dressed. We don’t have much time before the girls have to return.”
“Perhaps we can extend the event,” he said, moving aside and reaching for his pants.
“What do you mean?” she asked, watching him pull his pants on then pull the zipper up across his arousal, tucking it away for now.
“Let’s barter. If you allow me to teach you something new, something…naughty, then I will extend the time your girls spend outside. We can barbeque, and if you’d like, we can build a fire, and snuggle up around it. I can even arrange a campout, if you’d like.”
“I’ll do anything if you’ll let the girls enjoy the rest of the day.”
“Remember you said that,” he told her with a wicked grin as he lifted her chin with his fingers, then kissed her warm lips.
Cassie didn’t care what he had in mind. She would move the strongest peak of Zugspitze itself, if it meant allowing the hostages more time to have fun. Though she did have to wonder if what she considered nasty, was the same degree of perversion, he did.