"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
Lena was surprised by his question, but then her blood steadily ran cold when she thought of Erich. She hadn't actually done anything with him, but did Renz somehow know about her illicit dreams? Lena decided to give him the truest answer she could. "You're the only man who has ever touched me. I have kept my word," Lena said, feeling guilty. Renz seemed satisfied with her answer, however, and he kissed her forehead. "Good. I don't want to share you," Renz said. She heard his breathing begin to slow as sleep began to overtake him once more, but now, Lena was fully awake. "May I ask you something else, sir?" Lena whispered. Renz chuckled. "One more question, curious girl. And then we sleep," he replied. Lena bit her lip in nervousness, wondering if asking was a mistake. But the uncertainty was too much for her to contain. "Why did you divorce your wife?" Lena blurted quickly. She felt Renz's body stiffen tensely, and Lena became fearful that she'd angered him. "Who told you a
To Lena's disappointment, and slight annoyance, Renz had ordered her back to the hotel after lunch. He'd urged her to take a nap, even though Lena had insisted she wasn't tired. But it only took one dark look from his stern face for Lena to halt her protests, and do what he asked. Lena was awakened by a light knocking on the front door to the hotel room. Feeling somewhat refreshed by her nap, Lena opened the door, and was greeted by three maids in simple gray dresses. "May I be of help?" Lena asked. "Are you the guest of Herr Wolfenbarger?" the oldest-looking one asked. Lena nodded. "Yes, but he is not here right now," Lena replied. The speaker smiled slightly, and then bowed. The gesture made Lena feel very uncomfortable. "We've been sent to dress you for this evening. May we come in?" she asked. "Of course. Please," Lena said, opening the door. The three women seemed to be everywhere at once, as they unfolded the packages in their hands and rearranged some of the furniture i