by Vivian Bliss
She peaked just as he added a third finger to her body. She clamped her thighs around his hand and cried out. Her eyes squeezed shut to block out the couple fucking on the floor nearby. Alexander whispered Master softly and then fell silent.
When Henry’s eyes fluttered open again a few minutes later, she bit her lip, a bright blush coloring up her cheeks.
Their eyes met and Lucien smiled at her. “Turn and watch them finish, Henry. They are waiting for your attention. You must never forget that when someone else depends on you to find fulfillment.”
She turned her head quickly and the pair on the floor both looked directly at Henry as they cried out their pleasure. The man slumped over the woman, pressing her roughly to the floor. After giving them a few minutes to enjoy the aftermath, Lucien cleared his throat. “You may go on to the next chamber.”
“Thank you, Master,” they murmured in unison. “Thank you, Mistress.”
When they were gone, Lucien widened Henry’s legs and slowly removed his hand from her pussy. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. Alexander was correct in his praise, Henry tasted heavenly.
“They called us Master and Mistress.”
“They did.” And they had better if they wanted to come here again. “Everyone who comes to my house on nights such as this must obey me. They will obey you, too.”
Her brow creased and she drew her legs together. “Why would they obey me?”
Lucien pushed her legs apart again and tapped her pussy lightly. They were not finished in this room. “Because you were born to be in charge, Henry. Your talents are wasted as a submissive partner.”
She fell back against the cushions and pressed her arm across her eyes. “But isn’t that what Alexander wants from me? To do as he says and not to argue about it.”
Lucien turned her over his knee and exposed her bottom. “Not exactly. Alexander fucks you in the manner I tell him to. When you misbehave on purpose, as you seem to like, he doles out the punishment I’ve already deemed appropriate, and then comes to me for his correction later.”
She squirmed on his lap. “How could you possibly know in advance that I enjoyed being spanked?”
Lucien parted her cheeks and blew over her exposed arse hole. When her bottom clenched, he let her cheeks go. “The same way I knew Alex enjoys being my footstool on occasion. Observation.” Lucien rubbed his hand over Henry’s bottom, gave her a sharp slap, then another.
She whimpered.
He leaned close to her neck, set his teeth to her skin and bit down gently. He slapped again and then raised his head. “One day, would you like to see Alexander obey you?”
“I couldn’t do that. He’s my husband.”
He delivered another sharp strike and this time she widened her legs as if to encourage more. He rubbed her bottom gently, soothing her. She would be a formidable bed partner one day, if she was open minded enough and willing to learn what he and Alexander required from her. They could be all very well satisfied. “Yes, you could. I can teach you. Let me show you what it means to be dominant in the bedroom and out of it, too.”
Chapter 5
How could three sharp slaps bring her to the brink of orgasm again? Henrietta twisted awkwardly on Lucien’s lap, horrified by the power this man had over her. The idea of brazenly ordering her husband about the bedroom was utterly shocking and, when added to by Lucien’s teasing, more than a little arousing. She shouldn’t want to order her husband around in the bedchamber, but Lucien made it sound almost as if such behavior would be welcomed.
She grasped the thigh beneath her and levered up slightly. Lucien’s gaze shifted from her face to her exposed breasts instantly. He licked his lips, hand skimming softly over her tingling bottom and then slapped her arse again. Henrietta closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Dear Lord this man could bring her undone so easily. If not for the mask covering her face, she’d be mortified to have climaxed in front of witnesses.
“Open your eyes, my dear. There is so much more to see and experience tonight before you need to decide how we go on after tonight.”
With one last caress to her bottom, Lucien lifted her off his lap and set her down gently on the cushion beside him. The sheer strength of him stunned her. He could toss her around without any effort at all. But for all his superior size and strength he was gentleness personified.
His fingertips brushed her nipples as he covered them and set her clothing to rights. But honestly, she’d rather stay here and let Lucien touch her body any way he wished.
He grinned at her suddenly. “The next chamber may shock you. If you wish to leave at any time simply tug on my hand and we’ll move on. Not all pleasures are to everyone’s tastes. Some require time to grow accustomed to.”
Dear Lord, what could be next? Henrietta stood unsteadily and was relieved when Lucien wrapped his arm over her shoulders again. It was a possessive gesture she couldn’t miss. Anyone seeing them would know to whom she belonged.
As they stepped into the next chamber, Henrietta caught her breath. The room was full of partially clad men and women, all in various stages of arousal.
As before, a couple was in the center of the room, but those surrounding them were participating in making love to them in one way or another. They touched with fingers and lips, pressing pussy or cock against the couple to interrupt their pleasure. A seething mass of lust and flirtation. Lucien pulled her against his chest and moved them to the perimeter of the room.
“You like to watch, don’t you?” Lucien whispered in her ear, then nibbled at her lobe. “You like to see how other people find pleasure. It can be fascinating, yes?’
“Yes,” she managed to rasp out.
Could she bear to watch other people fucking all night without receiving the same? She turned in Lucien’s arms and laid her body along the length of his. His arousal, hard against her belly, caused her breathing to struggle again. She wanted. Dear God how she wanted more tonight than a mere fingering from this man. “What are you doing to me?”
“Teaching you that you deserve more and showing you how you can have it.”
She drew back. “By having sex with anyone who will have me?”
“My dear lady, never anything as mundane as that.” His lips brushed her cheek in the softest kiss. “Do you see how that couple writhing on the floor are coated with another’s seed? That need never be you. You should be the one everyone should please first. You should be the one performed for always.”
A female voice cried out harshly, signaling her climax had taken place while they spoke. Henrietta turned to see who, and met the gaze of a woman held in place against the wall as a man rutted in her. The rough pounding the woman received caused Henry’s pussy to clench, ratcheting her desire higher.
She turned to Lucien. If he was all she could have, all she desired at this moment, then she’d better have him soon. She was near to desperate. She needed a cock inside her now. Henrietta curled her fingers into the lapels of his coat and shook him. “I want you to make love to me.”
His lips curled into a wicked smile. “Tell me how.”
She buried her head in his chest. “I don’t care. I want you inside me. I want to feel you fuck me.”
His hands curled over her bottom and jerked her pelvis against his cock. His lips settled beside her ear so only she could hear. “As we are? In a room full of strangers who will become excited by what we do? Do you want them to see your breasts? See your body take my cock deep inside you? Feel their hands slide over your skin. You can have anything you want tonight. All you need do is demand it.”
Henrietta gasped as the idea inflamed her. She rubbed herself against Lucien’s erection shamelessly, edging closer to her release. Lucien slid his hand down her thigh and jerked her leg up, opening her stance so little more than fabric separated her sex from his. He inserted his thigh between her legs and pressed hard against her aching pussy.
His lips brushed her cheek again. “Will you sing f
or me again so soon? Lusty wench. I may just have to punish you if you come too quickly.”
Henrietta grabbed his head between her hands to hold him still. The pleased curve of his smile, the fullness of his lips, drew her closer until their lips brushed. But once touched, Henrietta couldn’t resist gaining a firmer hold on Lucien. She wrapped her legs about his waist and clung to him, all the while brushing her lips back and forward across his. Why didn’t he kiss her back? Why didn’t he attempt to guide their passion?
Wasn’t he the master?
And then it hit her. He wasn’t her master. He wanted her to lead tonight? He wanted to focus all his attention on her but he still needed her permission and guidance on what she would allow.
She needed kisses. She needed passion and a solid fucking that caused an ache between her legs the next morning. She ran the tip of her tongue along the seam of his lips and earned a soft gasp for her efforts. “Kiss me and take me to bed,” she demanded.
Lucien kissed her while his hands pulled her as close as they could get. He didn’t kiss the way Alexander did. He was bold, hungry, and impossible to resist. By ordering him, she had taken control and, however briefly, Lucien appeared to like that very much.
Henrietta rocked her pelvis against him. Dampness coated her gown as it rubbed against her sex. She eased her hips away from his erection and ran her hands down his chest to find the fastenings on his trousers.
“No,” he said suddenly.
Henrietta froze at the absolute command in his tone. But she was also annoyed to be denied what she wanted most: a cock buried inside her, pounding her toward pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” Henrietta said. “Please, Lucien.”
Chapter 6
“Don’t worry, I don’t intend to disappoint you,” Lucien growled as he eased Henrietta down until her feet hit the floor. While she still called him by his given name, she could remain in control. The rooms with beds were for private pleasure.
He lifted his head, caught Alexander’s gaze and jerked his head toward the door. He’d give his boy a head start so he could reach the bedchamber ahead of them. His guests had also frozen in place at his command as well. Good. “Move on to the next chamber.”
The other’s watching quickly filed out of the room, heading for the spanking room, leaving him alone with the needy Henrietta.
She glanced around in confusion. “Why did you send them away?”
“Because I want to see all of you before I fuck you. The mask has to go.”
“Oh.” Her hands rose.
He caught them, and pressed a kiss to the back of each one. “Not here. Come with me, Henry. You demanded kisses and a bed, I believe.”
He caught her hand and led her from the chamber, drew her up the dimly lit staircase, past a woman sucking a man’s cock enthusiastically, and along to his bedchamber. The room had been lit with candles and strewn with rose petals here and there. His bed, wide and soft, was turned back neatly but begged to be disturbed. Alexander would be under the bed by now and would remain there until summoned.
He placed Henry before the fire with a firm touch to her shoulder and shrugged out of his coat. “We’re alone now. Take off your mask.”
He moved closer as her mask came free.
When her gaze rose to his, his breath caught. He had only ever seen her at a distance before tonight. The first time he had gazed upon her she had been too young, too inexperienced for his taste. He would have frightened her with the desire that had struck him the moment he’d seen her face.
He touched her jaw. “Exquisite,” he whispered.
He caught her hand again and pressed a kiss to her palm.
“Alexander does that.”
Lucien smiled. “I know. I told him to.”
“Is there nothing about my marriage that you have not influenced?”
Lucien frowned. Was there? “I could not convince him to lick your delectable arse.”
Henry laughed nervously. “Only that one.”
“Well, maybe a few more. Alexander has been known to hold onto the truth of a situation. It’s a bad habit that I’m endeavoring to purge from him.”
With Alexander listening to their conversation from under the bed, his complaint would act as a caress against his boy’s desires.
Her frown returned. “How do you punish him? Do you spank him as he spanks me?”
“You’ll see later.” He kissed her palm again. “One day, when you are ready, you will learn the type of punishments required to keep Alexander in line. Or not. The choice is yours.”
Lucien pulled the cord on her gown until the material gaped. “Take off the top layer. Let me see the beauty that lies beneath.”
As the gown slipped from her shoulders, Lucien took a pace back. She was exquisite. Proud jutting breasts, smooth, flawless skin. His cock ached with the need to sink into her. Instead, he eased onto a chair. “Convince me again to make love to you.”
Her frown returned.
He rubbed his hand across his jaw to hide his smile. Alexander particularly would love to hear the way she’d spoken to him earlier. “Seduce me, Henry. Be as bold and as brazen as you like in order to get your way.”
Her lips curled up into a smile after a moment as she caught up with his game. She must take the next step. She must learn to impose her will on another. If she asked him to get on his knees to lick her lower lips he’d do it but only if she was forceful enough with her demands.
Her hands rose to her head and she removed the pins from her hair. The dark tresses fell half way down her back, long enough to form a tether should he wish to hold her in place with it.
Next, she changed her pose—placing one leg further forward than the other so her limb was exposed. He liked her in red garters and stockings. It reminded him of the light marks cuffs would make on her delicate skin. But that was for later, when Alex was fully involved. When they were together in every way possible.
Henry removed the under layer of the garment, leaving her in nothing but his wicked corset.
Lucien shifted on the chair. She was very daringly exposed; breast and pussy and bottom—if she cared to turn around to give him a full view. But her disrobing had gone too fast for his taste. He’d have to punish her later for rushing.
“Well.”
Lucien laughed softly. “Beautiful. But you go too fast. Come here and let me kiss you again.”
When she came closer, he grabbed her hips, spun her around and planted a kiss on her very lush bottom. She squeaked and evaded him.
Lucien stood and followed her. For a moment there was a flash of pure mischief in her eyes and then she ran, attempting to dodge him by running around the bed. He caught her easily and held her firmly against the bed post.
Her gaze was triumphant, as if he’d done what she wished without even asking him to do so. Clever yet again. He brought his mouth down upon hers and feasted upon her lips. She made little moaning sounds in her throat, whether from his kisses or from the discomforting hardness of the pole at her back he couldn’t be sure. Likely both. Alexander had mentioned her enjoyment of pleasure and pain mixed together.
Her hands fell upon his clothing, ripping and tugging until she reached bare skin. The hot slide of her hands over his lower back and arse forced a growl from him. Vixen. He’d teach her one day how to be dominant, but perhaps not tonight. Tonight he was on fire for her and couldn’t control his desire to dominate.
Alexander touched his leg, hand sliding up his limb as far as he could reach without disobeying Lucien’s orders directly. He’d be asking to come out to watch. But not yet, not so soon.
Lucien jerked Henry roughly to him, lifted her into his arms even as he pushed his trousers down. Alexander’s hands skimmed his bare thighs and his blood ratcheted up to boiling point. He turned and fell onto the bed, freed his length and pushed against Henry’s wet pussy urgently.
Her voice rose in a triumphant shout. “Oh, yes!”
Lucien slowed his entry. He wanted to feel
every moment of his first claiming, first possession. She took him easily, undulating against his invasion to speed up his entry. Lucien lifted his hips to thrust deep, catching her cries and he was buried to the hilt in molten heat.
Henry’s nails bit into his shoulders as she writhed, attempting to accept more of him. He was big enough to frighten most inexperienced lovers but the mother of two boys had no trouble accommodating him.
He forced her to lie still on her back and while embedded, attempted to slip out of his clothing. He got his waistcoat off and his shirt over his head, but his trousers were hindered by boots and he couldn’t remove them without leaving Henry’s body.
But, Alexander was there, waiting beneath them on the floor. He only had to call him out to have his boots removed.
Henry’s hands skimmed over his chest, touching, exploring, scraping her nails down his back. He moved his hips, slowing fucking her as she learned his skin. All the while, Lucien watched her face. Her lower lip was between her teeth again. Alexander had never mentioned that habit of hers but he found it endearing.
The trousers were too restrictive. He needed Alexander. He caught Henry’s hands in his, raised them above her head, and pressed them to the mattress. “Alex, be a good lad and pull off my boots. They are interfering with me fucking your wife.”
Beneath the bed, Alexander groaned as he climaxed.
Chapter 7
Henrietta jerked against Lucien’s hold as his words sank in. Alexander was here. Now. He’d listened to her begging for sex from his Master. She turned her head as Alexander came into view, intent on following Lucien’s request. But to know he’d been here, listening, watching even, caused her pussy to clench and then clench again against her will. She came, crying out in dismay at her own lack of control and the pleasure of submitting to it.
Above her, Lucien shifted awkwardly and then he rolled them so she lay over his wide chest.
After a moment or two, Alexander pressed against her back. His warmth and hot breath along her skin added to her tremors as she held Lucien inside her body.
