Diane was almost disappointed that Honore had sent the servant away. she had wanted the wine, at least, to calm her nerves. However, it appeared that Honore had her own way of keeping Diane's nerve from being over frayed. when she returned and started to play with her pearl and breasts, Diane had to bite her lip to keep from moaning loudly.<br/><br/>She barely heard Honore's praise as the pleasure shot through her body. She knew that she shouldn't ask for a release, but she knew she needed one. She bent her head back, arching to the Comtess's touch. It was like a fire had been ignited in her body, a slow burn that was quickly devoring her.<br/><br/>She gripped the tub's edges. A part of her knew instinctively that unless Honore gave her permission, she shouldn't move from the tub. She acted as if she were tied down again, submitting to the woman's will.