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are these garments we should wear?’ Claudine smiled at Kasim.
    Kasim smiled back, but his eyes glittered with some contained emotion. Marietta did not think that he was amused. He seemed edgy, impatient for them to leave the ship.
    She felt again that small dart of fear. Their conversation, below decks a few minutes before seemed unreal. This man was sophisticated, wealthy, used to getting what he wanted. Should they go with him? It was not too late to refuse. It might be possible to seek the protection of one of the other passengers.
    For Kasim could be ruthless – even cruel – she sensed it with utter certainty.
    Then he smiled and the warmth suffused his angular features, turning him from being merely striking to being completely breathtaking. Ah, he was so beguiling. His presence was a forbidden fruit – the temptation of Eve.
    It was impossible to refuse his invitation.
    Marietta’s stomach turned over.
    One could forgive such a man anything.

2
    Kasim stood in the shadows, listening, as Marietta and Claudine packed their few belongings and prepared to leave the ship.
    Folded across his arms were a pile of black garments – two capes, veils and long black gloves. In a moment he would go into the cabin and give the robes to the young women to wear. But first he waited.
    He wanted to savour the moment. It seemed impossible that in a short time he would step off the ship and be on his way to his house with such charming guests. His head seemed full of all the wonderful possibilities. Such things they would do together.
    Claudine now – she would not be difficult. It would be easy to win her. She was a creature who responded to pleasure. Delightful in her way, and lovely; undeniably so. Who could not want to feel the tickle of that sleek red-gold hair on his bare skin? Or to lay hands on the luscious rounded curves of her body. To part the globes of her fine whip-marked buttocks and explore the scented, shadowed valley therein.
    He recalled the sight of her, naked, as she showed the whip marks to Marietta the night before. Through the hole in the cabin wall he had seen everything. He had seen Marietta’s nakedness also, all too briefly. But it was enough to inflame him.
    Ah, how fine she was. Sleeker, less opulently curved than her friend, and with that hesitancy, that self-fear that he found utterly compelling. He heard the recountingof Sister Anna’s ministrations; the hesitancy and the shame as both young women confided in each other. How delightful it had been.
    And how convenient that the bedclothes had slipped aside, so that he glimpsed the curve of Claudine’s thigh, flexing and releasing as she rubbed herself to a climax against Marietta’s body. He had seen the swell of her heavy breasts as she crushed them against Marietta. The nipples were quite small. Pale, a colour like coffee mixed with peach. They looked new, tender.
    His erect penis jumped at the thought of them. There was a pleasing pressure in his scrotum. Since he first laid eyes on the two of them he had been in a permanent state of arousal. It made him feel vital, truly alive. He savoured the heaviness, the engorgement at his groin. The pleasure-ache of it. Prolonging that sensation was what pleased him most; the final release could be delayed indefinitely. It was just a matter of being strong enough to keep the level of arousal restrained.
    Restrained. He liked the word. It described him admirably. He was controlled, self-disciplined to a fault. Not many people ever guessed at the torrent of passion he kept leashed. The quick release, the dissipation of pleasure into brief uncontrolled ejaculations, random miltings, were not for him.
    He had long ago discovered a world of refinement. A world where the level of pleasure was fed by surroundings of the utmost sensual luxury – where pleasure and pain could mix, if one so desired, and be transformed into ecstasy.
    And Marietta, Claudine too, might be invited