Conquering Sabrina Read Free

She would conduct herself professionally from now on and stop acting like a schoolgirl.
    Yet the strangeness of the whole occurrence kept intruding on her thoughts and try as she might, she could not put it aside. There was something about this house and the people who inhabited its walls, a déjà vu feeling she couldn’t explain.
    Raoul interrupted her ruminations. His hands were firmly in trouser pockets as if to keep them from further mischief, his speech formal and distant once more.
    “I will see you later. Please call either myself or my staff if you require anything.”
    Smiling, he headed for the door and took his leave. Sabrina was left wondering what other strange excitement the evening would bring and what part Raoul would play in it.
    Sabrina changed into a short off-the-shoulder black dress. It was the only dress she possessed. She preferred trousers. They never let her down. They hid the petite legs she always unjustifiably condemned herself for owning, but defined her small waist to perfection along with the feminine curve of her hips. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and groaned, trying to pull the dress down a little further to her knees.
    Her attention turned to her breasts and produced another groan. They were generous and voluptuously round. She had no wish to over-amplify their size, but the dress wasn’t giving her a choice. About to decide to rebel and pull on her jeans, she became distracted by a new torment. Her hair. Half an hour later she finally gave up the ghost on trying to soften and straighten her defiant bob of black curls. A quick glance at her watch had her cursing her lateness and heading for the door.
    Her host was about to knock on her door when she left, making her think he’d been prowling around outside waiting for her to come out all of that time. But he had changed. He was in a black suit and casual white designer shirt open at the neck. Those dark eyes scanned her dress and came to rest on her breasts. She was treated to an approving smile. Triumph that he found her attractive in the dress warred with her indignation at his intimate assessment.
    “You look beautiful, Sabrina, but you should have worn something warmer. The chateau is full of drafts,” he teased.
    “I will be fine, Monsieur Valoire,” she insisted, irritation audible in her tone. She edged away to maintain some distance between them. But his hand caught hold of her arm when her distracted mind tried to lead her in the wrong direction and brought her back to heel. His strong yet gentle hold brought another string of images swirling into her mind.
    This time they were in a large set of stables. Raoul was leading her to an empty booth. There were several horses tethered in booths. One of them was being brushed by a groom, another was being fed. The sound of horses snorting and hooves clattering on the stony floor filled her mind, setting the scene. Again, just like her memory in the car she wore a pretty feminine floral cotton dress enhancing her generous cleavage. The material was thin, almost transparent, offering a watching admirer a tantalising glimpse of her curved outline. She wore no underwear and when the material pressed close, the tight mop of neatly shaven curls at the top of her pubis was visible.
    Raoul had been riding. In his free hand he carried a riding crop. Once in the booth, he commanded her to stand before him. Once more she felt aroused anticipation coupled with fear at the punishment he was to bestow upon her. Sabrina could not recollect the reason for her chastisement, only that it had been significant.
    Raoul slipped the dress from her shoulders and watched it swish down her body to the straw-covered floor and ordered her to step out of it. She found herself trembling and glancing behind her at the groom brushing Raoul’s black stallion two booths down. He paid her nakedness no attention and continued with his task. Raoul kicked the dress to one side, unimpressed with her