Chapter Fifteen
Rupert heard the car drive up and come to a stop in front of the house. He opened the heavy oak door immediately, rather than smugly let the woman ring the bell.
“Ah, Contessa, how lovely to see you again.” He took her hand and kissed it lightly.
“And you are forever the gracious host,” she said. “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.”
The beautiful woman smiled. Rupert fondly recalled this grand dame from a party some years before. If he remembered correctly, the Contessa was a randy one too, with breasts as fair as beach sand and a dark bush of hair between her thighs that gave off a heavenly perfume. He remembered thinking then, how lovely it would be to have her strung up in his dungeon where he could properly administer the treatment the rich brat deserve
