Lena had taken him inside of her, openly and freely, gracefully and frantically. He was encompassed by her desire to find pleasure. And she'd found it in him. Renz couldn't remove the image of her face as she looked at him, right before she climaxed. Thank you, Renz, her voice repeated in his head. When she threw her head back, the cords in her neck straining, the muscles in her abdomen clenching tightly...Renz was certain he'd never seen a more beautiful or erotic sight. Renz knew he could die a happy man watching Lena come for him over and over again. Or watching Lena smile for him. Renz shook his head in an attempt to banish the thought, but the image of Lena's sweet smile when he'd walked in on her with the servant penetrated his thoughts. She'd appeared so relaxed, and almost happy. Renz found himself desiring for her to look at him that way. He'd made her cry, had made her frown...but he'd never made her smile like that, and suddenly, Renz was filled with a strange feeling o
"Have you satisfied yourself, Lena?" she heard Renz say. Lena looked up from Erich, and saw Renz standing directly in front of them, his face dark with anger and fury. Lena woke up with a jolt and a scream; her entire body was covered with sweat. Gone were the feelings of arousal that her dream began in. Lena was only filled with fear and embarrassment. Lena pushed aside the bed curtains, and saw that it was still dark outside. Lena was still exhausted, but she knew she needed to calm herself down before she went back to sleep. Lena crawled out of bed and opened the double doors to the bedroom and entered the lounge, hoping a drink of water would help slow her rapid heartrate. She reached for the pitcher that sat on an end table and began to pour a drink when a harsh scratching sound at the front door began to echo all throughout the room. The scratching was insistent, and Lena approached the doors nervously, fear percolating her veins. But then the sound of whining temporarily
"Good morning, Lena," Renz purred seductively. All thoughts of Erich instantly flew from Lena's mind, and her heart began to race in anticipation. It had only been a few days, but Lena was once again rendered completely helpless by Renz's presence. "Good morning, sir," Lena replied softly. Renz was sitting on the chaise where they had spent their last sex together, and Lena felt dirty and ashamed by how quickly her thoughts went to the delights of that afternoon. His long, muscular body was covered by riding boots, trousers, and a shirt that was slightly open at the chest. He looked powerful where he sat, and Lena felt her knees begin to tremble. "I trust you slept well?" Renz asked. Lena nodded slowly. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir," she answered. Renz had an inscrutable expression on his face, and Lena wondered what he was thinking. Not knowing what else to do, Lena lowered her head and began untying the sleeping robe she wore. "What are you doing, Lena?" Renz asked. Lena halted
She felt Renz's hands tenderly caressing her thighs, squeezing her skin pleasurably, and Lena cried out and nearly fell over when she felt his tongue begin to penetrate her. Renz grabbed her hips to keep her secure, and forcefully brought her body down hard onto his eager mouth. Lena's thighs and hips began to shake as he gave her inner pussy lips ample attention from his tongue, sending jolts of excitement all throughout her body with each deliberate stroke of his tongue. He brought his lips to her clit, kissing her lightly, and Lena thought that she could begin to relax and regain her wits. But then he began torturing her again, circling the sensitive button with rapid, generous circles that instantly brought on the near-orgasmic rush of white hot pleasure all throughout her body. Right before Lena peaked, however, Renz grabbed her waist and removed her from his mouth. Lena felt the urge to scream, and even hit him, in frustration. Her heart rapidly pounded in nervousness and ex
By the time they reached the city, Lena wanted to die of humiliation. The train ride had been sheer agony. Still clothed in Renz's poorly fitting shirt, trousers, and jacket, Lena had been the object of many scrutinizing stares and judgmental whispers. Her attire was wholly indecent, especially for being in public, and Lena was grateful she could not make out anyone's specific words. They would have been far too harsh for her to handle. And Renz hadn't been particularly sympathetic. He didn't speak much, and maintained a cool distance from her. Lena was forced to silently follow him around, like a pet of some kind. It seemed as if he was actually taking some kind of pleasure in her embarrassment, and that frustrated her more than anything. But her embarrassment was momentarily forgotten when she took in her first sight of the slightly distant capital. Lena stared with wide-eyes at the glittering city blanketed by the orange warmth of sunset. Lena had never been to a city as large
Lena quickly realized that bodily shame and modesty were useless feelings in the Eichmann Dress Shop. Lena's body was pinned, measured, poked, squeezed, and relentlessly scrutinized by the three women. Each time she dressed, Helga sweetly, yet sternly, ordered her to undress and try on something else. Lena found dressing to be exhausting, and she was grateful for the help of Helga's two assistants. Never in her life had she been required to wear so many different layers of clothing. And while she enjoyed the feeling of the rich fabrics against her skin, she couldn't help but feel slightly nostalgic for the utter...freedom of Renz's loose and oversized garments on her. "This will go by much faster if you weren't so quiet, Lena," Helga mentioned conversationally. Lena lowered her head. "I'm sorry. I've never been fitted before," Lena replied truthfully. Helga smiled kindly at her. "I can tell. You have no need to be nervous though, dear, I can assure you that you will look stunning,
"I didn't know that. How many other Wolfenbargers are there?" Lena asked, genuinely intrigued. Gisele paused for a few moments, frowning her pretty face in deep thought. "Well, Johann Wolfenbarger, Renz's father, died quite some time ago. But he fathered a bastard son, Renz's younger brother Ludovic, who was largely shunned from society until he came into a great deal of money in München all on his own. From what I hear, Renz refuses to speak to him," Gisele whispered, glancing over at Renz. Lena digested all that Gisele disclosed as she looked at Renz, confident and laughing as he conversed with Herr Friedrich. She sipped more of her champagne, and wondered why Renz would shun his closest relative. She felt slightly guilty for participating in so much gossip, but her curiosity about Renz won over her sense of restraint. Lena brought her attention back to Gisele, who was absently cutting her first course into minute pieces, chewing slowly and gracefully. Lena took one more sip of
Renz began kissing her neck as he brought his hand between her thighs. Lena threw her head back and sighed in delight as his dexterous fingers began manipulating her rapidly moistening pussy.His strokes were small and controlled, with a rhythm that matched her pulse, and Lena moaned happily when he separated her slippery lips and slipped a finger inside of her.She brought her eyes to his face, and was surprised by the fond way he was staring down at her."Why are you looking at me like that?" Lena asked breathlessly, words slightly slurred. Renz kissed her forehead as he slipped another finger inside of her, gently penetrating her."You look so beautiful when you're excited...and smiling," Renz murmured softly.Lena hadn't even realized she'd been grinning, and she began blushing in embarrassment, turning her head away shyly.This displeased Renz, and he began rubbing her clit harder, eliciting a strong cry from her lips...and another wide smile."Don't hide from me, Lena. Relax and