Page 29 of The Count

“Are you going to touch yourself without permission, little girl?”

“No, sir. I promise,” I pleaded.

“Good girl,” he replied. He dipped down, placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

He pulled away, letting me down gently against the floor.

“I must go for now. I’m looking forward to dinner, but I’m especially looking forward to teaching you such a shameful lesson after it’s over,” he smirked.

He walked down the hallway and disappeared around the corner. I pressed my palm over my heart and sank down to the floor, trying to catch my breath.

What had I just done?

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For much of the rest of the afternoon, I hid in the library, trying to reconcile my fear about what was going to happen tonight and the vicious need that kept cycling through me with wild abandon. I thought about slipping my hand between my legs and coming right there in the stacks of books, but his warning kept playing in my head.

He’d said he’d belt my pussy if I disobeyed.

His hand had been terrible enough. I remembered having difficulty getting comfortable after last time. It had stung long into the night.

I tried to pass the time by reading a book, but my mind kept wandering to other places. What did he have planned? And what exactly did he mean by shameful?

I worried my bottom lip as I stared down at the pages of the book, the words blurring together so much that I couldn’t read a single one. With a massive sigh, I leaned back against the bookshelf behind me. I turned my head, looking at the cute little reading nook beside me. In the center was a small window that peeked into the gardens.

I climbed up into it, nestling myself into the pile of pillows. I stared at the book still in my hands and shook my head, putting it aside and curling up instead. I closed my eyes and drifted off into a fitful sleep. I napped on and off that afternoon in the silence of the library, finally waking an hour or so before dinner was supposed to take place.

Blearily, I walked back up to my rooms and opened the door to find the most magnificent dress I’d ever seen laid out on my bed. With a quiet gasp, I walked over to the bed.

It was like I’d gone back in time.

It was a Victorian ball gown. The dress was made of burgundy silk taffeta that glimmered in the soft light from overhead. There was a deep V-neck lined with ruffles and an exquisite skirt that bloomed out from the hips. There was a small bustle at the back where the train was gathered so that I wouldn’t trip or snag it on anything. It had long sleeves that would hug my arms all the way to just above the elbows, with a billowy drape of fabric that would extend past my hands.

There were modern elements to it too. There were hand-embroidered roses lining the hem around the skirt, as well as around the waist. Instead of buttons, there was a sturdy zipper hidden in the side seam. It looked brand new and never worn. Maybe it was the product of a custom designer piece or part of a collection.

I’d never seen anything like it. The only thing I knew was that it had to beveryexpensive.

There were two small boxes beside the dress. I slipped off the cover and sucked in a breath at the silky lace-lined black bra and panty. They were beautiful too. In the other box was a pair of heels, black satin with red bottoms.

Louboutins. Even I knew what those were.

I stared at the outfit for a long moment, before I stripped and started to dress in the beautiful finery. The bra and panties fit perfectly. I carefully slid the dress over my head and pulled it into place. The zipper went up easily, the dress somehow perfectly sized to me. I pressed my feet into the heels, smiling with a soft sigh at how comfortable they were.

I brushed my hair and used a small handheld mirror to fix my makeup. I sat on my bed and used a few different products in my hair before I curled it a little bit. It annoyed me that there weren’t any other mirrors in the place to style my hair, but to be honest, I really didn’t need one.

By the time I was done, I peeked in my little compact and smiled. For a finishing touch, I put on some of my red lipstick, liking the way it paired with the dress.

I made my way down to the main floor. I felt a little bit clumsy in my heels, but the more I walked, the more comfortable I became. The massive grandfather clock in the foyer rang loudly six times, indicating that it was time for dinner.

I lifted my chin, trying to call up whatever courage I had left inside me for what was to come. Would the count be waiting for me? Would he like what he saw?

I could feel my clit throbbing, the thin fabric of my panties making me feel almost naked beneath my dress. Mortified, I realized that I had already soaked through them. Undoubtedly, he would discover that very soon.

My pussy clenched in anticipation.

I pulled my shoulders back as I strode through the dining room doors. A massive fire was already crackling in the fireplace. Dmitri was standing in front of it, sipping a glass of whiskey. The fire flickered, casting it in a golden light.

“Come here, Mina,” he commanded.

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