Read the book: «Don't ask why», page 2

"Tomorrow I will help her," Brigitta said spontaneously and Eric opined she certainly would appreciate this.

When they entered the kitchen Karl just turned the steaks on the open charcoal grill and Brigitta fried onions in a pan.

The greeting was hearty. Together with Karl Gudrun laid out the table for four persons. As everything was done Brigitta took away the apron and a pretty girl emerged with a somewhat too loose blouse. The hidden body part seamed to bust the shell. From time to time Gudrun had to have a furtive look. They had a lot of fun together and jointly amused themselves about yesterday's comedy. Then Gudrun insisted to help to wash up the dishes while the men stood chatting in the way. It's amazing how cosy big kitchens could be.

Soon they were ready and Gudrun looked at Eric questioning. "I'll now show you my work grotto," he said and linked arms. "How nice," she was delighted.

Behind the upstairs gallery was a similar access to the circular tower as on ground floor. Inside was a large semi round desk with a swinging chair, opposite a high shelf with books and stationary, straight ahead a leather bench with hardly any space to walk around. One could look wide into the land through the fife window slits.

"In such a cosy retreat your books must be written by itself," she chaffed him. And your erotic stimulations you probably have from the girls in the gallery. Wasn't there Britta too?"

"You are too curious," was all he replied and he dragged her to himself on the bench. Thereby her once again too short dress moved upwards and she wanted to correct it, but he held her tight from behind. She struggled and squirmed but his hands enclosed her breast all the more. They fought a while, she with less resistance and he with predominant laughing. Actually she only struggled since it was anticipated from her, she thought. A reputable girl could not give her away just on the second day.

When all the fidgeting turned out to be abortive and the dress already exposed her suspender straps she surrendered in a blissful weakness to his groping hands. Didn't she expect this already when she accepted his invitation? Admittedly she never concluded her thoughts, but that was just her naivety for which she now had to be responsible. Whilst he pushed her dress further up she turned her face to him and embraced her arms around his neck. Eric kissed her and simultaneously lifted her up and carried her to the couch in the gallery. While setting her down he removed her dress completely over the head.

So far Gudrun had only one experience with a man. That has been more than two years ago and had not left a big impression behind. His name was Holger and had pestered her to spend a night with him. Once she had become weak. They drank alcohol to get the courage, talked nonsense and tried to hide their tension. Everything had then been quite mechanical, hastily, without real passion. Afterwards she had guilty feelings. She had told her mother she would be with her girl friend. In fact she had been old enough at that time and no such lie would have been necessary. Although she still lived at her mother's place. She had no time for a private life since she was swallowed by her job. Though, the relation with Holger soon came to an end. Only irrelevant flirts with dancing affairs followed which she count held on distance.

Now everything was different. She was in a really jolly mood. Eric was seasoned and self confident, she got led and only let herself flow. The whole atmosphere in the castle seemed to be electric with erotic. She couldn't make out why. Without resistance she let herself undress piece for piece and enjoyed his demanding kisses on her whole body. He had left her just stockings and suspender belt, making her feel naked even more.

As he took her she came immediately and afterwards she floated away on a never known ecstasy. She seemed to dissolve herself and no other thought had place then blessedness and lust.

Later when she had come to breathe again and pressing the man to her body, she lay quietly and had the feeling to live here always and be part of this man and his castle.

Even when her prying eyes cached the girl photos at the wall she didn't get bothered. It seemed as if a wife would eye the ancestral halls of her husband. Former owners which had no influence any more.

Suddenly she got stiff inwardly. The body in her arms seemed to get heavy and she had to breathe heavily. She looked at Brigitta's picture and she had the feeling she had watched all the time. And didn't she laugh mockingly? Brigitta wasn't past she was flesh and blood. The more she looked there, and she was forced to look by her position, the more the picture seemed to gain live. Britta had seen her in her weakest but also most wonderful hour. At this thought she had to smile. She cradled Eric, who grunted satisfied, and closed her eyes. Now he belonged to here. She wanted to rest there forever.

Eventually Eric sat up, travelled with his finger over her body and meant it would be coffee time. "You know that you allured me already previously? You always have been so correct, rather farouche. Do you remember the birthday party of Mr. Bonsels, which we celebrated with liquor and cakes in his room at Frederic & Sons?

She remembered it, but what had Bonsels to do with it that she had tempted Eric?

"We all sat in a circle and you opposite me, dressed in a button-down coat. You used to have two buttons open at the top and one at the bottom. At that time I considered this as an invitation to proceed to unbutton. And how you sat vis-a-vis with legs pressed together somebody handed you a glass and you had to bend backwards. Thereby you unwittingly opened your thighs a bit, just a short second; I could see the bulge under your lace panties. At that moment I had the desire to lay you down on the next best table."

Gudrun blushed and felt embarrassed but realizing that she lay naked and splayed before him prevented her. Nevertheless she got red. She pulled him down towards her face and said, "You always seem to achieve what you set in your mind, even if it is years later and on a couch instead of a table."

"Who said it wouldn't be a table next time?" he whispered, getting laid on her. She wanted to feel him inside but said with not very convincing voice, "Perhaps there is no next time. One never should be too confident."

"You are my captive now," he answered and she wasn't able to protest, even in pretence. She knew he was right. She even didn't fight back when he bit her vigorously in the neck beneath the left ear and said, "This is my brand!"

6

For coffee they were alone in the wintergarden.

Erich had brought in a tablet, laid out the dishes and smiling accepted that Gudrun crouched in a chair and dreamed with open eyes. A kiss on the burning spot at her neck brought her back into reality. A reality which was as wonderful as a dream and smelt of coffee. Brigitta could bake marvellous cakes and Gudrun started eating heartily.

Afterwards she followed him into his study as she wanted to watch him writing. He accepted her wish under one condition only, that she should wear under her dress just suspender belt and stockings. She hesitated just a short moment. He watched as she undressed but his hands didn't touch her, even as she snuggled against him with a kiss. The constant alternating between gallantry, self-evident appropriation and apparently coolness was the reason that she was tied to him so unquestioning. Certainly she was aware to this but everything simmered for his touch.

Now she perched with crossed legs within the leather cushion, showing her profile to him, and watched how he wrote line by line on the paper. Off and on he smiled at her .She smiled back but wouldn't dare to disturb him. Primarily she didn't want to interrupt his thoughts and on the other hand because she felt uneasy with her nudeness underneath. Like to be on a serving tray. He, however, pretended to perceive nothing of her uneasiness.

Suddenly he turned his chair towards her and while he read out a just composed poem to her his fingertips wandered from her knees the inner sides of her thighs upwards.

"When I raise my arms

they caress your breast,

and when I open my lips

they receive your kiss.

I look in your eyes

which drown in mine,

far from reality

and still they are so close-

Even if I go

my steps lead me to you,

and if I dream

your being fills my room.

Don't ask why

luck vanishes so quickly

into nowhere

I would be stuck for an answer.

Gudrun wasn't able to move. Her eyes opened wide as his touch concentrated at her most sensitive spot, and with groaning she reclined when he penetrated her with his finger.

Only when he gave her free hesitatingly she was able to ask, "Why is this beautiful poem so sad at the end?"

"Don't ask why", was his answer. "Never ask why!"

With that he got up and took her hand to pull her upward. "We should give a hand to prepare dinner."

"But…I can't like this go downstairs, I mean without anything under...."

"Yes, you can! Come on!"

Later, when all four sat at the table, she had the feeling that all should see her nakedness under her dress. And everyone seemed to stare at the spot on her neck. His 'burn mark', the teeth impression clearly visible. What did he mean, number twelve in his herd? Last acquisition? The branding for his property?

She wasn't aware of her feelings in this respect, but they weren't unpleasant. No, not actually, but full with pleasant weakness.

She hardly took part at the table talks and jumped as she was asked by Brigitta to tell something of her live. Thus she reported from her daily office routine and her first impressions of the castle.

It was decided to meet again in the music room after half an hour. Erich accompanied Gudrun upstairs.

As she went through the dressing room after the shower, just wearing a towel for protection, she shrank back for a moment. Erich was there too to obtain a fresh shirt. But soon she realized that it would have been silly to retreat for his sake. She would just pass him with a smile.

"Wait!" he said, give me the towel, please."

Gudrun hesitated but following an inner compulsion she passed it to him.

He studied her from top to bottom. The new acquisition is being inspected, she thought, being unable to move. Helplessly she closed her eyes.

"You are very pretty!" he finally commented. "Please come without underwear, ok?"

Actually she wanted to ask 'why' but he wouldn't answer anyway. So she only answered, "As you like.", and vanished in the bedroom.

Inside she argued with herself. Why should she give in to him always? Why. Why! Only yesterday she arrived as a self-assured, independent young lady. And what was she now? She stepped in front of the mirror. 'You are very pretty' he had said. She was slender, had full golden-blond hair, handsome bosom, just a little bit too much fat on belly and hips, but in return long straight legs. She was thankful for that.

Until now she had not paid much attention to her features and hadn't given others any opportunity to it. Now, however, she suddenly was prepared to give a man everything.

She put a suspender belt on. If he wanted her naked underneath she would comply. But, she smiled inwardly; she would anger him a little bit. He hadn't said she should wear a short dress so she took on a long tight skirt and a long-sleeved and high-necked blouse. She had powdered the bit spot, the brand, over, but then exposed it again. She had not to be embarrassed by it.

When she was through with everything she opened the door quietly and peeped out. Erich was sitting in the gallery reading a magazine. One could see from him the surprise, as he looked up at her. He immediately approached her.

"Hallo, my Lady!" he said with a slight bow. "You are looking delightful!"

If he would have been belied that he didn't see more of her body he carried it off well. He took her hand for a kiss and looked quite majestic. "May I escort you to the music room?"

"I ask for it", she answered and passed him her arm. Thus they ponderously walked down the big winding staircase.

Karl met them down in the hall and was in for a surprise. But he immediately scanned the situation. "A wonderful evening Baron. Madam!" He carried out a deep bow in their direction. Gudrun extended her hand for a kiss and he brushed his fingertips with his lips. He then opened the door and let them in.

Brigitta sat in the corner in front of the roaring open fire, hidden by the chair arm. Gudrun hadn't seen her at first. Only when Karl addressed her with the words, "Your highness, may I introduce to you countess Brigitta" she came into view. Slightly confused she noticed that Brigitta with a pleated skirt wore a white, fully see-through blouse and nothing below.

Her first reaction was indignation as she thought Erich had staged it all and was still trolling with Brigitta. Perhaps this high society had intended to amuse themselves on her cost, as a type of sport.

She only calmed down, as Karl set down at Brigitta's armchair and all joked about the title fun.

Erich pressed her into another easy chair, kissed her neck and asked into the round, "What do we listen to?"

They reached agreement on Grieg. While they listened to the music of Peer Gynt and observed the play of flames in the fireplace, Erich had taken seat in a chair next to Gudrun and held her hand. She was quite happy.

Later they still listened to Dvorak and Chopin and sipped a dry sherry to it. Off and on Gudrun looked over to Brigitta who wore her blouse as the most natural thing of the world, showing more than hiding. And what she showed could really be seen at. Firm and solid her globes were, with big dark aureoles.

Erich who just had turned the record – was it a polonaise from Chopin? – the first time this evening touched something else than her hand or neck. He suddenly stood behind Gudrun and his hands shifted down her blouse.

"Thank you", he whispered in her ear, as you had verified that she had followed his wish. She remained very stiff and felt ants all over her skin.

"Children". He addressed Brigitta and Karl, not leaving hold of her breasts, "wouldn't you like to drink close friendship with Gudrun?"

He filled up the glasses and they kissed and embraced each other. At last the state had an end that she didn't dare to address the others directly. Erich insisted that the women too had to kiss the other on the mouth. Anyway, why not? Gudrun felt Brigitta's breasts pressed against her own. A peculiarly nice sensation. Now she felt to be part of an evolved solidarity and not any more as a stranger.

They gathered in the place quite long, listened to the music and Karl put one log after the other into the fire. Soon Brigitta sat on Karl's lap and Erich crouched at Gudrun's feet. His hand soon slipped under her skirt, but crawled up to her knees only. Nevertheless it aroused her intensely.

Then it got quite cold. The last embers died down and everybody made a move. Karl and Brigitta bowed out and Erich went with Gudrun upstairs. He stopped her on the stairs. She was one step above him and his eyes were directly in front of hers. Without deflecting his look he slowly started to unbutton her blouse. She remained very still, eyes wide open, and as his lips encased her nipples she sank against him. Like a child he took her on his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Carefully he placed her on the bed and bend down on her rose turrets.

This night he remained with her and she drifted off in his arms, with opened blouse and pushed up skirt. They didn't get round to undress completely.

7

She woke up like this in the morning and still lay in his arms. She smiled about the messiness around. Actually she usually was a very orderly person. Basically, but now everything had changed. She snuggled up against Erich who woke up thereby. He only wore a shirt and even this but halfway.

Gudrun wondered how she could sleep like this, as she actually was used to be alone in her bed.

Erich just blinked and immediately covered her with kisses. Without transition he jumped up and looked out of the window.

"Just see the glorious sun today. She really means well with us this summer."

He seemed to be an early riser, something she didn't share. She sleepily straightened herself, however, even with half closed eyes she noticed something rising within Erich's trousers. Quickly she closed her eyes and awaited his caresses. But his voice came already from the dressing room.

"Hurry up!" If you want you can sunbathe on the tower. Nobody can see you up there."

She was disappointed. In the morning she couldn't hurry.

And after all she was on holidays. This chap always did the contrary from her expectations. A monster, obnoxious beast and killjoy. Yes, spoilsport! Who now whistled the 'Triumph March from Aida' in the bath room, with wide open doors.

Gudrun wrapped herself in the duvet but it was no fun to be alone in bed. She met him in the bath and his skin, cooled from the water, roused her finally.

After breakfast which they consumed as a foursome again, Erich promised to show her the attic. "You should take a sunbath as long there is still opportunity to it. Who knows how long the nice weather lasts. And there is nowhere a better and more lonesome place as on the tower.

Gudrun wanted to dress in her bikini but Erich kept her from doing so. "What for? Over there nobody can see you. And…you shouldn't need to hide your secrets from me, or?"

Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea", she replied smiling. Men should not be made too secure, otherwise their attentiveness would abate."

"Oh, don't worry, uncovered you would have my attention twice assured.

On the first floor he opened a door to the wing rented out to the painter from where a steep staircase led further up. "Go first", he said, "the stairs are steep and I can rescue you in case you stumble."

And look under my skirt, Gudrun guessed but didn't say anything and proceeded. He anyhow knew every part of her body.

They reached directly into a large attic room. Thick beams and rafters carried the steep roof and dormers let the sun in. One could see the roof tiles from beneath as the room wasn't fitted out. It was empty except a tennis table in the middle.

"Who is playing here?" Gudrun asked.

"We all, once we feel like, or when friends arrive."

On the left side a room had been separated, fully panelled. Beautiful old country furniture was around, two beds with red chequered duvet covers and a writing desk below a dormer.

"This is my guest room. Originally I wanted you to accommodate her", Erich explained, "but then I thought I better give you my own four-poster bed to have you near me."

She stretched to a kiss. "Thank you. I like it there too, 'cause I don't like to sleep any more alone since yesterday."

This statement required another kiss. Then they went back through the table tennis room and reached a dusty box room with all kind of boxes, a chest, antlers and other paraphernalia out of old times.

From there they entered the round turret. It was empty and bare, the window panes of the small window openings not cleaned since long. In the centre a narrow circular stair made of steel led to the top. This time he climbed first and pushed a hatch up through which they entered the concrete platform. All around the high breastwork was breached from crenellations with crenels widening inwards.

Gudrun was enthusiastic about the view. In the distance she could see the railway line and the compact tower of the little church waved to her over the treetops. Overjoyed she puffed herself up on Erich's breast and gave him a kiss.

"Wasn't it a good idea?" he said. "Here you have sun as long as no clouds interfere. I'll bring you a deckchair from below. Soon he disappeared through the hatch.

Gudrun walked all around and waved to a farmer who couldn't see her of course. Time wasn't long although Erich took his time. She had to behold so much.

When he finally appeared back through the hatch he had with him not only a canvas covered folding bed but a photo camera as well.

After he had installed everything he approached her, pressed her against the breastwork, kissed her and slowly pushed her dress up.

"You wanted to take a sun bath", he said und pulled the dress over her head. But as he forgot to open the rear zip he could not proceed. However, instead pushing it back he let her stand with concealed face and raised hands. She couldn't move any more without tearing the neat green flowered dress and squirmed vainly.

"You are mean", she protested but he made no move to free her. Instead he slipped down her little panties and kissed her on the belly, his chin rubbing her hairy danger zone.

"You are wearing rather small bikinis according the white areas." She heard a click. He had taken a photo from her in this vulnerable position. "Wretch!" she shouted below her raised dress. "Get me lose!" Gudrun struggled in a mixture of helpless outrage and raising arousal.

"It doesn't work like this", he answered. "Ask me properly. Think on the chains in the cellar and what you promised there. And moreover, if you cry here one could see you from below with the dress over the head. What should people think of you. Well?"

Gudrun surrendered. She was a prisoner. Not reluctantly.

"Please undress me", she said in submissive voice. Actually she wanted to say something totally different.

Erich laughed. "This is well- behaved." He freed her from her captivation and as soon her head appeared he kissed her heftily on the mouth, picking the protest from her mouth. The rest he exposed very practised. Nineteen yards above the moat. Above them the blue sky only and the beaming sun.

He requested her to stay like that, nude leaning against the rough masonry, her shoulders just a little above the parapet wall. Then he reached for his camera again and shot several pictures, in standing and kneeling position, portrait and fully. He didn't want to stop.

"Please, a half turn, look down through the castellation, sit down in the recess, rest your elbow and gaze into the distance!" With the last position her breasts came to lay on the masonry, what he himself arranged and found particularly appealing.

Gudrun followed his stage direction without objections. Firstly as she herself was attracted by the contrast between her nude body and the rough masonry wall but most of all since she realized the glowing enthusiasm in his conduct. She was carried away and wasn't struck on the fear that mischief could be made with such nude photos. She wasn't afraid that he would be capable to do such thing.

Later, as she lay sprawled on the camp bed and Erich huddled in front of her on the floor, she had the notion that a portrait out of these pictures would find its way as the twelfth photo in the gallery. Even this didn't disturb her, at most that the remaining photos perhaps would be assembled in an album were similar pictures of previous flames are pasted in.

"What are you doing with all these pictures?" she asked as he de novo took photos from all sides and distances.

"Don't worry. I develop them myself and then I stick them in an album which I keep locked up."

And he added after a while, "That I can see you if you are not any more here. And moreover, this is my hobby."

"What exactly, collecting girls or taking photographs?"

She meant it friendly and had smiled thereby.

"To take pictures from girls. Mostly."

"And...", she prolonged the word, do you arrange all of them like me?"

"You are asking too much. Let me lotion you." He fetched a tube and started to apply sunblock all over her body. Everywhere, on her breasts too and between her thighs where sun would hardly ever reach. "The white spots are particularly endangered", he declared.

After that both remained silent. Gudrun realized that further urging would spoil the atmosphere only, that it merely was a nice holiday. She almost felt embarrassed at the thought that she just settled her holiday with the photos. Perhaps he would sell them to a glossy magazine or the Playboy.

So what, she mustn't be ashamed of her body. She concentrated on the sunbath and closed her eyes.

The silence lasted rather long. Erich sat in the shadow with closed eyes while she enjoyed the sun and dozed. After some time it became quite hot and she was glad when a small cloud spent some shade. The cloud seemed to sink down and touched her left nipple being the highest point of her body. But then the cloud turned to be Erich's tongue and she embraced him in her arms and pressed him tightly against her body.

"I didn't want to annoy you, darling", she said tenderly.

Rather than answering his index finger, followed by his mouth, wandered over her warm torso and after each kiss he declaimed a line from a peculiar mystical poem.

Arching heaving nipples

become Winduban's delight

once Wilma wriggles.

Sailing in southern sun

sending its seismic sensor

sweet buzzing sing-song.

Rhythmic rhymes roundelay

riding to rich rosy roundness

up through this lovely valley.

"What is this?" Gudrun marvels. Not about his finger travelling on her but about the rumbling verses. "Is it an incantation to bewitch me?"

"I'm alliterating. I'm not sure whether it has the force to bewitch you. I'm just trying, perhaps it will help."

"Well, and what to you'll bewitch me?"

"Into a submissive, obedient woman, tenderly loving, not quarrelling or wavering..."

Gudrun interrupted him and sat up. "Those castle lords are really left behind the time. Never heard from 'woman's lib', mister?"

Erich enclosed both breasts with his hands and pushed her down. "I heard about it, Miss, but I doesn't strike me. In anyway not if it's written on the fight banner. Such wild amazons one should lie in chains and whip till they get tame.

"You must be crazy", Gudrun revolted and sat up again. "Do you want to conjure the nineteenth century back, where wenches stood morally and demurely behind the cooker, baby-sitting and getting banned to have a profession? At best with the consent of the distinguished husband, whom everything was allowed to do?"

"Now get down." Erich sat down next to her on the lounger. "No agitation. We obviously misunderstood each other completely. And I thought we would suit each other quite well. But I surely will explain my theory to you and discuss it."

Gudrun had slightly blushed when he talked of 'suiting each other'. What did he want to say with it? She wanted to rise but he held her back.

"When I lay naked before you I feel to be in unequal position for a discussion. And anyway, you know I like my profession very much and need it for my self-realization too. I'm not a house cricket. And if you…"

Erich closed her mouth with a kiss and she slumped back and again felt weak and helpless.

"May I now outline my views?" he asked gently. Gudrun just nodded.

"I really want exactly the opposite from what you think. I don't want a virtuous and demure dame, but a beloved who subjugates to me sexually and only in that respect. On the other hand I want an emancipated partner who arranges her life and profession by herself, carries responsibility and whose opinions I can respect. Thus never a butch but rather a woman who I can pamper, to which I can be chivalrously, just why she is a woman. However, I like her sexually under my spell. Perhaps I'm back a few centuries and certainly my desires do not match the standards of common morality."

After a while of silence he continued, "If you want, you now can tell me that I'm crazy and that you want to depart immediately. You also can tell me that you like me but are of completely other opinion. In that case you may stay and have an enjoyable holiday." His eyes looked seriously down at her.

Gudrun smiled and entangled her arms behind his neck. "There is still another possibility."

Erich said nothing and waited eagerly. She dragged him down, kissed him and whispered, "I will try to meet your ideal. Just put me to the test."

Erich remained serious and his expression didn't reveal his thoughts. He pulled her up and as she stood he kissed her in a straight line from the forehead down till he couldn't move any further as a bush blocked his way.

Gudrun started to breathe heavily. He then stopped, got up and caressed the bite at her neck, being blue-green now.

"My stigma! I will again write something this afternoon and develop and enlarge the pictures. Some time for yourself will be good for you; perhaps you will reconsider everything once more. And you wanted to help in the kitchen for lunch preparation. I think it's time now."

Both climbed down the circular staircase and he picked her up at the end. He squeezed her briefly. Nobody said anything. Erich went to his studio and Gudrun into the kitchen. She had the feeling as did she just gave away herself.

8

After desert, fresh redcurrants with sugar, Erich rose and announced he would retreat into his studio and requested Brigitta to take a little care of Gudrun. Karl said he to organise something in town and thus both women were alone.

"That's nice that we have some time for us", Brigitta said while she washed the dishes and Gudrun dried them up.

There was place for a dishwasher, but Erich had not yet given permission to buy one.

That would have to be altered soon, Gudrun said and cached out of the eye a brief, slightly astonished glimpse from Brigitta. She herself was surprised that she could say something like this only after three days at castle Goede, to act as she was the mistress here. She always startled how much she had changed herself in such short time. Of 'Frederic & Sons' she thought, if at all, as something tramontane, not anymore her concern.