by Louisa Neil
“You’d do that, after all this?”
“Of course. If you’re not interested in her, then it wouldn’t work long term. I’m invested in work and play with you. We have to put each other first.”
“I’ll let you know.” Stewart stood and refilled both their glasses. “So how was the sex before all this happened?”
“The usual at Phoebe’s. I do wish we had another option, but…”
“But this girl could be another option. What happens when we get bored with her, too?”
Gaston smiled. “I noticed you said when, not if. You do know me well.”
“That’s why our partnership works in all categories. Go on your trip. I’ll look in on her.”
“Good. Before I leave I want one more thing from you.” Gaston put his glass aside. He used his index finger to gesture Stewart to come to him. When he was close, Gaston pointed down. Stewart didn’t need further instructions. He made quick work of getting the other man’s clothing opened and swallowed his erect cock. With long sucking motions, he took Gaston’s length over and over, using his tongue to swirl around the base.
Gaston’s hips bucked forward with his motions, and Stewart knew the other man would come soon. “You’re going to come, Gaston. Where?”
“Swallow my load and then fuck my ass.” Gaston jutted his hips forward a bit more and came down Stewart’s throat. Without haste, Stewart grasped him by the hips and drew them both to a standing position, turning Gaston to lean on the back of the chair. He pushed his pants the rest of the way down Gaston’s legs to his ankles and stripped his trousers down, too. There was no pretense of anything considered loving or caring. This was just fucking, which they did so well.
Gaston let his weight fall forward, using the chair to brace him as Stewart thrust his cock in his anus. His groan told Stewart he was doing something right. Gaston’s breathing was getting uneven, as was his. With each stroke inward to his body, Gaston would grunt. When he pulled back, his muscles would grasp at the cock being pulled from him. It didn’t last long. Stewart was primed the moment he dropped before Gaston to suck him.
“Deeper, Stewart. Go deeper. Fuck me harder. Punish me for my transgressions.”
Stewart’s hand rose and came down hard on Gaston’s buttocks. Over and over he used the palm of his hand to slap Gaston’s butt, while he used him to relieve his own needs. Gaston’s body would shudder with each strike of his palm. The thwacking noise it made against the other man’s skin made him surge fuller inside him.
“This is for the girl,” Stewart told him, and used all his strength against Gaston. With only a few more spanks, Stewart shot his load deep within Gaston’s anus. He dropped over his back, pausing to catch his breath. “You’re hard again,” he whispered as he bit the back of Gaston’s neck.
“Your hand against my skin always makes me hard.”
“It didn’t hurt that you had an earlier round. Did spanking the girl get you off?”
“Yes, but it wasn’t enough.”
“No, you got horny spanking the virgin’s ass. Did you think to finger her while you chastised her?”
“Phoebe wouldn’t let me. She wouldn’t truly let me suck her tits either.” He turned to look at Stewart over his shoulder. “She has amazing tits. They’re full and high with puckered nipples. I did want to suck them. Just the idea of nursing from her makes me hard.”
“So you want to nurse from the girl.” Stewart bit his neck a bit harder. “Should I get the whip so you’ll come again?”
“No. I’m ready to shoot my load just thinking about the idea of having her at hand when I’m in the mood.”
“You really want to bring this girl into our home on a permanent basis?”
“Yes, Stewart, for the first time in my life I’m enamored with a woman.”
Stewart reached around Gaston and grasped his cock. “Your dick is so hard again.” He sucked the patch of skin on the back of Gaston’s neck a bit harder and stroked his cock while doing it. Gaston’s cum sprayed on the chair with only a few strokes of his hand. He let his weight crumble under him, using the chair to support him until he made it to the floor to rest. Stewart let his body slide downward with Gaston. When they were lying side by side, exhausted and sated, he turned to Gaston.
“I’ll check on the girl.”
“Thank you. Trust me, Stewart, she’s one of a kind. Once you see her, you’ll know, too. She’ll take to us, and with a bit of training, she’ll become one of our best assets.”
“We’d better get off this floor before we catch our death of cold.” The two men helped each other to stand. Stewart didn’t resist turning Gaston so his back was facing him, and he pushed three of his fingers in Gaston’s anus, using his load of cum as a lubricant. Over and over he pushed his fingers deeper. On each outward pull, a bit of his cum would dribble from Gaston’s anus and drip on the back of his sack.
“Should we take this to the bedroom?” Gaston glanced at Stewart over his shoulder and gave him an evil grin.
“You just want to use the whip on me while you fuck me.” Stewart nodded and pulled his fingers from Gaston’s body. “Let’s go, it will be warmer. You can picture you’re whipping this new girl while you use me, as long as you fuck me with something at the same time.”
“Maybe the whip handle?” Gaston murmured.
“As long as you have a second to use on my skin, I don’t care what you fuck me with. As long as you make my cock hard and I come.”
“Good, let’s go upstairs.”
The two of them pulled their clothing somewhat back into place and headed toward the steps. “Your cum is still dripping down my thighs.”
“With a bit of luck and skill, hopefully yours will be dripping from mine soon.”
Later, after they’d had a round of Gaston wielding the whip against Stewart and Stewart doing the same to him, they sat before the fire, quiet, while Gaston told him more of his evening encounters. There was only one thing that bothered him. He’d never known Gaston to go overboard for a woman. Why this one? If she was so special, would he become jealous? It was obvious his idea was to keep the girl for both of them. He sighed and decided that if he did find himself feeling jealous, since Gaston was away months at a time, he’d have this woman to himself. Yes, he decided, he’d share the girl willingly. But when he was away, she’d be all his and only his. Shaking his head, he realized he was already predicting a permanent future with a girl he’d never seen or met. Time will tell, he mused. He let four weeks pass before going to the club to check on Gaston’s new prodigy.
* * * *
One morning, before the house opened for business, there was a scurry of activity. All she knew was a very important customer had arrived and requested to talk with Phoebe. While Bettina wanted to know who it was, she refrained from using her spying spot. Soon enough, one of the women would talk about who this person was.
She was not prepared for Josie to come to the basement and bring her upstairs. Outside the parlor, the older woman used her apron to wipe away a dust mark on her cheek and quickly smoothed her dark braids.
“Why am I being summoned, Josie? I haven’t spied on anyone.”
“I don’t know, girl. All I do know is that once you step into that room you are to be polite or your mother will show her disapproval later. Do whatever she asks and don’t talk unless directly asked a question. Now go on. Don’t keep Phoebe or her guest waiting.” Josie knocked on the door and, after hearing “come in,” opened the door and gently pushed Bettina into the room. The door was closed quickly behind her and she spun around, acknowledging she was now trapped.
“Come here, Bettina. I want you to meet someone. He’s a very important man.” Her mother was in her usual chair, only this morning she was still in her dressing gown and her hair wasn’t styled as usual. Nor did she have any makeup on, which let Bettina see how truly old she was, especially in the daylight.
She walked to her mother, keeping her eyes cast down. “So, this is the imp,” the
man said with a laugh. Turning to look at him over her shoulder, she froze in place, realizing who it was. She’d seen this man before, seen him using a whip on Thad’s buttocks just before he fucked his ass. Did he want to do the same to her? A vision of Captain Duvall filled her mind, and she hoped her mother would remember her promise to him.
“Come here, Bettina. I’m not here to hurt you. In fact, I’m here because my business partner, Gaston Duvall, asked me to check on your well-being.”
She took a tentative step toward him, relief filling her when he mentioned the captain. With a few more steps she stood before him, trying not to let her fingers fidget with the hem of her apron. Finally, she looked directly at him. This was the man she’d thought at first sight was beautiful and he was up close, too. He had kind blue eyes and a full smile. His brown hair had started graying at the temples. He spoke to her in French instead of English, and Bettina instantly knew he was testing her.
“Bonjour!” Hello.
“Bienvenu,” Bettina automatically answered. Welcome.
“Nous avons beaucoup de choses en commun, aulong cours.” We’ve got a lot in common, the sea captain.
“Au loin aulong cours?” The sea captain is far away? Bettina asked, hiding her excitement at the mention of his name.
“Etre en voyage d’affaires,” he answered. He is away on business.
“Speak in English,” Phoebe demanded.
“Merci beau coup, Par egard pour.” Thank you for your consideration.
“Are you well?” he asked, looking at her from top to bottom. Bettina hoped he’d be impressed with her French. She was just thankful she could understand him, although from the looks Phoebe was giving her, she was not happy.
“Yes, sir.” Her voice squeaked when she answered.
“Has Phoebe let any other men see or touch you?”
“No, sir. I stay in the kitchen or basement.”
“Bettina, stop fidgeting and stand up straight.” Phoebe’s reprimand made her mad, and she wanted to turn and tell her so, but she didn’t. Instead she stared at Stewart Jahan.
“I see. I suppose that’s the best place to keep you safe.” He pulled an ottoman close to his seat. “Come and sit down. Let’s talk for a moment.”
Bettina glanced to Phoebe who nodded her consent and then carefully dropped onto the upholstered seat. “Captain Duvall said he’d come back for me. Are you here to tell me he’s not coming?” She held back the tears that wanted to slip forward with the question.
“On the contrary. I’m here because he wanted you to know he hasn’t forgotten you.”
“Oh, thank you.” She knew her mother would hate how she gushed at the idea of seeing him again. “I mean, please thank him for his kindness.”
“I’ll tell him. Now, you continue to stay out of the way, and the captain and I will be back for you in a few weeks’ time.”
“Both of you?”
“Yes, does the idea scare you?”
“No, only that I’d prefer you not take a whip to me as you did Thad.” Bettina realized what she’d admitted to, but it was too late. Fortunately, this man was laughing at her.
“Not to worry, Tina. Neither of us will mar your beautiful skin with a whip.”
“Neither of you, does that mean I’m to let both of you use me?”
“Consider it more that you have two men to watch over you and keep you safe.”
“Yes, sir.” She wasn’t sure exactly what that meant, only that she knew sometimes customers wanted two women at the same time.
“That’s all for now. Go back to your duties.”
She rose, dropped into a slight curtsey, and looked to her mother. With a nod, she left quickly. But in the hallway she stood and tried to listen to the rest of their conversation. She could only hear bits of it, but she understood this man, Mr. Jahan, was warning Phoebe to keep her pure and untouched in all ways. She could only hope that her mother wouldn’t be angry with her when he left. She ran to the basement and began washing the women’s clothing. If Phoebe did come looking for her, at least she’d find her doing her work.
All afternoon she waited for Phoebe to call her upstairs, but it didn’t happen. After a few days she began to relax, but with each passing day she knew her birthday was nearing.
Since meeting Stewart Jahan, she wondered what it would be like to have two men to please. She could only hope that they would be kind to her. After all, she reasoned, he said he’d not take the whip to her skin. Suddenly she had a strange feeling of disappointment. Was it because he wouldn’t whip her? That would be crazy, she decided. She was just nervous.
Nervous that if she didn’t please both men, they might send her back to Phoebe. That would be a worse fate than being with the two men. Bettina decided if that happened, she’d run away. She’d do anything in her power to never come back to Phoebe’s. If she had to be a prostitute to survive, she’d find another brothel to work in. By then, after the men trained her a bit, she would be able to earn a living. She hoped she was wrong, but it relieved her angst to think she had a secondary plan. She had to believe the men would come back for her.
Phoebe was being falsely festive to everyone about the upcoming Christmas celebrations. To everyone but her. On the few times she did see Phoebe, she was always angry and rude to her. Nothing Bettina did was correct. As the New Year approached, Phoebe’s attitude toward her became worse. Even Josie noticed and tried to keep her sheltered from her mother. The rest of the women in the house seemed on edge, too. Bettina didn’t know exactly what the reason was, but it couldn’t be good.
Chapter Five
Late one night the week before Christmas Bettina was summoned to the parlor. She heard raised voices arguing. While she couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying, she understood it had something to do with her. Entering after a light knock on the door, she saw Phoebe was in her seat, or her throne, as Bettina had come to think of it. She wore a false smile and her eyes were calculating the situation. Once inside, Bettina was immediately relieved to find Captain Duvall and his partner, Stewart Jahan, enjoying a drink. For the first time in her life she felt wanted. She had to stop from letting her feelings gush forward. That would never do, especially in front of Phoebe.
“Bienvenu,” she said automatically. Welcome.
“Bonjour,” Gaston answered. Hello.
“English!” Phoebe hollered, garnering everyone’s attention.
“Yes, ma’am.” Bettina turned her attention back to the two men watching her. It was hard for her to think straight with these two handsome men watching her. She wished she was wearing a clean dress instead of her old chemise covered with an apron. Suddenly, she envied the women who had beautiful gowns and fancy hairstyles. She wanted to seem sophisticated for them, wanted to impress them.
Mr. Jahan’s blue eyes looked kindly at her. Up close, she decided the graying at his temples gave him a distinguished appearance. Captain Duvall’s smile relaxed her. He stared at her with his brown eyes and winked. Instantly she felt better, calmer. In a strange aside, she wondered what his beard would feel like against her skin in all places. His brown hair was lighter then she remembered, streaked from the sun. Her body shivered when she remembered how his beard felt against her skin when he licked her nipple that first night.
“Bettina, Gaston and I have made an agreement with Phoebe. We’ve paid her for you to come and live with us full time.” He was watching her intently.
Bettina could only nod her agreement. Anything had to be better than what Phoebe had in mind for her future. For a few seconds she was afraid to blink for fear they might not actually be there, that this was a dream.
“Are you still interested in that idea?” Gaston asked her.
“Oh yes, I’ve prayed you’d come back for me.” She pulled back her effusive tone when Phoebe cleared her throat.
“Good.” Stewart stood and reached for her hand. “Go and gather your things. You’ll leave here with us immediately.”
“Oh thank y
ou,” she said before thinking. Gaston laughed at her.
“Go on and get your possessions. Say your good-byes to your friends.”
Bettina didn’t look to Phoebe. She ran from the room. On her way out, she could hear Phoebe arguing about getting more money from the men. Stewart’s voice boomed through the hallway. “We made a deal and you’ll abide by it. Or would you rather we talk to the men who run Providence? Up until now, they’ve turned their heads because of your free services. I wonder what they’d think about you reneging on a proper business deal.”
“Go,” Phoebe spat at her. “Take her from my sight. I never want to see her again. Just remember there are no returns or refunds!”
Bettina ran to the basement. She hugged Susan and wished her well. Standing beside the small cot that had been her bed, she realized other than her threadbare cape, she only had one other dress and it was in worse disrepair than the one she was wearing. She stripped off her apron and tossed it on the cot. There was nothing she wanted as a reminder of her time with Phoebe. On the way through the kitchen, she gave Josie a hug. “Thank you for sheltering me,” she whispered and wiped away a tear. Susan had come upstairs, and Bettina gave them each one more hug.
“Go, and be obedient,” Josie told her. “You have a chance to make something of yourself. Don’t waste it.”
“I won’t. Oh, Susan, I wish I could take you with me.”
“I’ll be okay, Bettina. I’ve been waiting for my turn. Once I get to my birthday, I’ll be one of the upstairs women with beautiful gowns and men who pay me for my attention.”
Tears choked her, and she couldn’t speak. She drew a breath and, with definite resolve, turned and walked back to the main parlor. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and squared her shoulders before entering the room. “I’m ready to leave.”
“Good.” Gaston stood and walked to her side. “No belongings?”
“No sir.”
“Phoebe,” Stewart said, looking directly at her mother, “don’t think to change our deal in any way for any reason.”
