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Rodolfo’s eyes were not those of someone smitten, but those of someone who observes and compares, rather like her own. They were predatory eyes that roved too much. He was a false prince, she concluded.
    His eyes would flicker every few minutes over both of them, resting at times on Genevieve and at times on her. He was assessing them. She could feel it when he looked at her, his eyes pausing at her face, flickering over her lips and straying down to her cleavage and the swell of her breasts above her bodice.
    She would meet his eye. He was drawn to her, it was clear. When their eyes met he would smile and his eyes would move on, usually back to Genevieve. She was attracted to him. She knew it. But his eyes were more for her friend. They hovered over her just that little bit more.
    That night Elise passed Genevieve’s bedchamber, but instead of entering as usual she continued to the guest’s bedchamber. Curiosity, among other urges, was pulling without any indication of where it would lead her. She wanted to see the man’s avaricious eyes once again, and have them devouring her as they had during dinner.
    Wearing nothing but her shift and with her black hair loose around her shoulders, she trod softly along the dark landing to Rodolfo’s door, where she paused and listened. There was silence, except for an occasional faint rustling sound. A dim light escaped beneath the door, and she entered without knocking.
    The room was dimly lit by a candle next to the guest’s four-poster bed, and by the embers of a fire. She saw him on the bed, lying in flickering shadow, and let out a soft gasp.
    He lay naked, his muscular limbs stretched out languidly. His eyes met hers, and in one hand he was holding his cock. It was disproportionately large, stretching lazily out of a bush of black curls. He smiled at her, stroking his half erect member.
    Elise gazed at it for long moments. She had only seen two cocks in her life, and neither remotely compared with the one before her. It seemed double the size of either and would have seemed more appropriate if attached to a horse.
    â€˜At last,’ he said quietly. ‘Come in and close the door.’
    Elise did as she was bidden, as if in a trance. She did not know what had drawn her to the room, or what to expect.
    â€˜Come closer. I’ve been waiting for you.’ He raised himself onto his elbows, releasing his cock and letting it flop heavily against his thigh. Elise was now standing within arm’s length of the bed, his eyes still fixed on hers, which were still fixed on his penis.
    â€˜And what about your lovely friend?’ he continued. ‘I was hoping the both of you would come along.’
    â€˜It’s huge... why is it like that?’ Elise murmured, spellbound.
    â€˜It’s what you girls did to me. I haven’t been able to get either of you out of my mind since dinner.’
    Then suddenly, seeing life pulsing in Rodolfo’s huge limb, Elise felt an urge to step back. It seemed to be rearing towards her, beckoning her. But as she wavered he stretched out lithely and grabbed her wrist, then rose from the bed and stood facing her.
    â€˜If you do anything to me I’ll cry out,’ she blurted, panicking suddenly. ‘I’ll scream for help.’
    â€˜Some might find it a little strange to find you here,’ he pointed out, unconcerned by her weak threat. ‘I knew you would come, however.’ His hands rose to her face, which he cupped and stroked. ‘You have such lovely lips. Now get down on your knees,’ he commanded, his hands on her shoulders, firmly pressing downwards. She realised what he had in mind; he wanted her to do what the count’s mistress did and she had secretly watched so often. She tried to shake off his grasp, but he strengthened his hold and pressed harder. ‘On your knees.’
    Again she found herself doing as ordered, as if in a trance. His stern command excited her.