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romantic by candlelight, and in this chateau it was a dream come true.
    Did you know?
    Maybe he’d had her followed, checked out. She wouldn’t put it past a rich man like Raoul. He pulled out a high-back chair covered in Spanish leather for her to sit next to him at the head of the table.
    “So, Monsieur Valoire, when can I expect to view the historic documentation you possess on your ancestor Christophe Valoire so I can begin my research?” she asked as they were served a light starter of goat cheese and salad dressed in aromatic oil. She was determined to dismiss the lascivious wanderings of her mind.
    He caught her eyes as the butler poured ruby wine into the crystal glasses.
    “You are a workaholic, Dr. Michaels. I thought you could take a few days to relax and enjoy your stay and allow me to show you around the Loire Valley.”
    He was looking at her so intently, she felt her eyes lower and her cheeks flush in response.
    “I would have liked that very much, but I have to give a lecture in Paris in a couple of days and I need to prepare.”
    He was undeterred.
    “Well, we will just have to see what we can achieve in the time we have together.”
    Sabrina managed a nervous smile. He was making it no secret that he wanted her and he wasn’t about to let her go. He continued their conversation, his deep velvety tone playing havoc with her every attempt not to melt and fall at his feet like some love-struck teenager. Damn it, he knew the effect he was having. She could see it playfully dancing with humour in his eyes, and she was helplessly playing along to his piped tune. She didn’t like being manipulated.
    “I have read your book and recent articles, Sabrina. I am especially interested in your research concerning gender issues in popular culture in Europe.”
    Raoul engaged her in conversation about her work, but she felt distracted and on edge. The more she looked around the room, the more convinced she was that she had been in it before. She couldn’t explain it. Maybe she’d visited the place as a child. But the explanation didn’t seem adequate. Even the tapestries and the scenes they depicted were more than familiar.
    Even the long oak table seemed to provoke strange memories. She couldn’t help gasp and bring her hand to her mouth when inside her mind she saw herself naked kneeling upright on top of it. Her mouth was gagged with a leather band, her hands also bound in front of her with a leather strap. Her breasts were heavy and swollen; her poor nipples clamped tight on a nipple chain that led down the length of her smooth stomach to another small clamp on her clitoris. The tiny bud throbbed and pained, its blood flow cut to increase the delicious sensitivity between her thighs. Her pussy was so wet, so needy for Raoul’s touch, she thought her clit might burst. He walked around the table in a dark business suit carrying a riding crop. He struck a strong powerful, dominant figure who was determined to take her in hand. She could not confirm it, but the whole scene appeared related to the weekend of punishment and atonement he had promised her after disobeying him regarding his protection.
    Confusion at the safety and reassurance she felt at Raoul’s treatment of her had continued to war with righteous feminine indignation, yet try as she might, she could not deny the soothing touch of his dominant power over her, just as her present feelings also seemed to suggest.
    Sabrina’s buttocks felt hot against her legs after having just received a sound bare-bottom spanking over his knee. After her punishment, Raoul had sat her on top of the table and applied the clamps. He’d worked her with his finger, bringing her to orgasm so she was good and wet, making application of the clit clamp easier and more visually stimulating for him. The pain had made her cry a little at first, but he had stroked the squeezed bud tenderly until she stilled and her labia swam with creamy moisture once more. He walked towards