by Louisa Neil
“But you know that’s not true.” She put her glass aside and dropped her hands to her lap, twisting her fingers against the cloth. “Will you send me away now?”
“No. We know the truth, but gossip is always more enticing than the truth.” Stewart sipped from his glass. “We’ve decide it’s time for you to get married.”
“So soon? I thought you wanted to wait a year?”
“We did, but Phoebe’s forced our hand. If we marry”—Stewart looked directly at her—“we may deflect the gossip.”
“We’ll have the wedding next week,” Gaston told her. “We’ve decided you and Stewart will travel with me on this trip back to Europe. We’ll call it a honeymoon.”
“Are you sure that’s what you want? What about the business here?”
“It’s getting toward summer. Most people will travel to the mountains for relief from the heat. Others will flock to the waterfronts. It’s our slow time of the year. If I have to leave, this is the best time.” Stewart gazed out the window.
“I’ll do what you say, but wish it had been your decision, not because of Phoebe spreading gossip.”
“She’s doing it in hopes that we’ll pay her more to keep her quiet.” Gaston turned and smiled at her. “We won’t pay her any more. Instead, you’ll marry Stewart. Nobody would dare gossip about his wife.”
“What if she tries it again, after we’re married?”
“We’ll make sure that doesn’t happen. We’ve decided to announce the wedding in the newspaper. We’ll give them our version of the story, and that’s what they’ll print. Once we’re away, if she talks, she’ll sound like a vindictive bitch.”
“Whatever you think is best.” Bettina heard the disappointment in her tone, realizing she still wanted him to marry her for love rather than to deflect Phoebe’s gossip.
“Good, that’s settled. Now, we’ve decided the ceremony will take place here in the main hall. We’ll invite the people we know we can trust to take our side. Then Stewart will whisk you away on a trip to Europe. By the time we get back, things will have settled down.”
Now she had to decide if she’d go back on her promise to Phoebe. Since Phoebe was making trouble for her, she didn’t feel keeping her promise was due any longer. “All right, I’ll do whatever you think is best.” Bettina hesitated. “I’m not supposed to tell you this. I swore to Phoebe I never would, but under the circumstances I feel you have a right to know.” She was embarrassed and felt terrible. She’d lied to them all this time, but once she was with them it didn’t seem to matter. Now they deserved to know, no matter what the repercussions.
“What is it, Bettina, what has you so fearful?”
“It wasn’t my idea, I promise you. Phoebe forced me to lie. She told me if I ever told anyone she’d find out and punish me for it. But after this…When you bought me, she told you I was twenty-one. She wanted everyone to know I was an old maid virgin. You waited weeks to take my virginity until I turned twenty-two. In reality, last New Year was my twenty-fifth birthday. She made me lie to get a better price.” Bettina looked at the floor. “I assumed it was because she didn’t want anyone to know her real age.”
“Did she now?” Stewart said, sounding ominous. “So you’re really twenty-five?” He shook his head and looked to Gaston.
“Is that a problem? Am I too old for you to marry?”
“No, I’m just realizing how old Phoebe truly is.” Stewart smiled. “If she had a child that was twenty-five, she’d have to admit she was older, too.”
“We’ll just keep that as our secret, too. It wouldn’t do anyone any good to know. You’re of age now and that’s all that matters, especially since you’re going to be my bride.”
“I understand. I just couldn’t marry you without telling you the truth.”
“You don’t sound very happy for a woman who’s about to marry a very rich bachelor,” Gaston teased, trying to lighten the mood, she realized. She tried to smile but still wished Phoebe hadn’t forced this move.
“I just wish it had been your decision, not prompted by Phoebe.” She hesitated and continued, “It’s just that we’ll have to be careful on the ship. And we won’t have our cellar to retreat to.”
“While we’re on the boat, you and Stewart will use my main quarters. I’ll pretend to move into the bunk room you used on your trip here. I’ll be close, but you’re right, we’ll have to curtail some of our private activities.”
“I’ll do what’s necessary.” She stood and walked to the window. “What can I do to help?”
“Lose your maudlin attitude. The dressmaker will be here later. You must make her, the servants, and anyone you come in contact with believe you’re a woman madly in love with me.” Stewart rose and walked beside her, using his fingers to lift her chin. “You do want to marry me, don’t you?”
“Of course, I am in love with both of you. I’ll play my part. It just annoys me that Phoebe has forced you into this. I’d rather you did this of your own accord.”
“Come here, Tina.” She walked to Gaston and wasn’t surprised when he pulled the top of her gown down, exposing her breasts. He sucked one nipple between his teeth and tugged off her nipple ring. After repeating the same on her other side, she felt naked. “You can’t let the dressmaker see you wearing these. From now on, you have to leave them off, at least until after the wedding.”
“I understand,” she said with a pout, “but I feel naked without them.”
“It will only be a week. We’ll take great pride in putting them back on once we’re on the boat.” Gaston smiled. “I told you, Stewart, we’ve created a new Pandora.”
A knock on the door interrupted them, and with Gaston’s help pulling her gown back in place, Stewart was able to tell the person to come in.
“The dressmaker is here, sir. Shall I send her up to Miss Duvall’s room?”
“Yes, Benton. She’ll be right there.” He gave a quick nod of his head and was gone.
“I guess it’s time to be fitted for a wedding dress.” She walked to the door and turned. “I do love both of you, I hope you know that.”
“We do,” Stewart said. “No go and be happy about the wedding. We must deflect any gossip that Phoebe might try.”
“I understand.” She left, closing the door quietly behind her and mumbled curse words under her breath all the way to her room. Once there, she plastered a smile on her lips and went in.
When it came down to it, she realized she truly was happy about the wedding, and she wasn’t lying when she bubbled over with glee. She chose a pale-blue silk that was embroidered with small pink and yellow flowers across it. The material was lovely, and she knew it would be a beautiful gown.
Chapter Seventeen
The wedding was over before it began for Bettina. She’d spent hours with two maids and the dressmaker that morning getting ready. She had to admit, she did look beautiful and her smiles were genuine when people congratulated her. It seemed the afternoon dragged on, and she wondered if their guests would ever leave. She understood this was a festive occasion and took her cue from Stewart and Gaston, who both looked extremely handsome in their black suits.
She was never more relieved than when the last guest left. She all but raced to her room, knowing the men would meet her there soon. She still wore her gown as she paced, waiting for them to come to her. They didn’t, and she began to panic. Didn’t they want her now that she was married to Stewart? Had their special spell been broken by the wedding?
Her heart flipped when there was a knock on the door. Neither of her men would knock. Benton stood in the hall with a note in his hand. “The gentlemen have been called away to the ship. There is an issue.” He gave her a sympathetic smile but didn’t elaborate. “Mr. Duvall said to give you this and you’d understand. They’ll be back as soon as they can.”
“Thank you, Benton. I think I’ll rest for a bit. It’s been a long day. Please ask the rest of the servants not to bother me. I’ll have my evening meal when the men co
me back.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He closed the door, and she crumbled the paper in her hand. Then she decided she’d better see what it said.
“Couldn’t be helped, problem with the ship. We’ll meet you later tonight in the office.”
She let her weight drop onto the sofa under the window and prayed it wasn’t something Phoebe had done to ruin her wedding, but her thoughts ran rampant with wondering what the old vindictive woman might try. Eventually she fell asleep, only to wake much later in the night. Her beautiful dress was wrinkled, but she didn’t care.
After washing up, she pulled her hair from its elaborate style and let the waves fall around her shoulders. Her headache lessened, but she realized she hadn’t eaten anything all day. With a tug of the servant’s bell, Benton appeared with a tea tray.
“How did you know?” she asked as he walked into the room and put the tray on the table beside the sofa.
“It’s late, and you didn’t eat all day.” He pulled back the cover, and she all but swooned at the smell of the rich food. He paused to pour her a cup of tea and handed it to her. “I’ve had a message from Captain Duvall. He said they should be back in a few hours.”
“Thank you, Benton.” He left quietly, and she was thankful for the tea and the food. She was careful not to rip the dress as she took it off. Instead of putting on another day dress, she pulled on her “downstairs” white shirt. She palmed her nipples, still naked of their rings, and waited anxiously until she heard their carriage pull up.
Bettina waited a few minutes until she heard Benton talking with her men. When she heard him leave, she grabbed her dressing gown and ran down the stairs. She tried to sniff back her tears but couldn’t. When she barged into the office, the men stopped and stared at her.
“What’s wrong?” Stewart asked. She launched her body against his.
“I was afraid you wouldn’t come back.”
“But we left you a note,” Gaston said.
She moved to him and hugged him tight. “I know you did, I was just afraid you wanted to buy time to get away from me.”
“Bettina, if we didn’t want you, we could have simply sent you away. We didn’t.”
“I know. I was just being insecure.” She paused and looked to each man. “And my nipples are bare. They miss the tug of your mouths and the weight of their rings.”
“That we can fix now.” Stewart walked around the desk and pulled the rings from a drawer, holding them out toward her.
She took them and weighted them in her hand. “Not here. Downstairs, please. We’ll be leaving the day after tomorrow, and we won’t get back there until we come home.”
“The lady has a point,” Stewart said, adding, “I mean, my wife has a point.” He opened the cabinet while Gaston locked the office door. She preceded them down, carrying her own candle. Deep inside her, something changed. The idea had been in the back of her mind for a long time, but she’d never acted upon it or even mentioned it to the men. Now, on her wedding night, before they left this house for their trip, she knew it would be her only time to bring it up.
* * * *
Downstairs, she didn’t take off her shirt as usual. Instead she stood waiting for the men. When they entered, they glanced to each other, obviously surprised.
“Strip off your clothes and fondle each other’s cocks,” she said in a deep tone. The men glanced to each other a second time and complied without asking questions. She used the time to move around the chamber and light more candles. Then she came to stand before them. She let the shirt fall to the floor and used her hands to palm and lift her breasts, pinching her nipples.
“I’m naked without them.” Bettina stood tall when the men began sucking on her nipples. “Will you tie up my breasts please?” She waited while the men used the leather strap to truss her breasts. When the delicious pull reached her pussy, she handed each man a ring. “Put them on me.”
Her men followed her direction, sucking her harder and slipping the rings over her nipples. Instantly she remembered the weight, the pull of need they sent through her system. When they were in place she took a step back and smiled at them as she palmed and pinched her breasts.
“I’d like something different tonight. I want to watch you suck each other.” She stared at them without more words. Finally, the men knelt down and lay on the floor in their special position. They grabbed each other’s cocks and brought them to their lips. “Suck them like you mean it. Put on a show for me.”
Bettina moved back and leaned on the table, watching the men suck each other. She continued to fondle and pinch her breasts with one hand and dropped the other to rub her clit. When her pussy was wet, she used her fingers to fuck herself. Before they could come, she called to them. “Lick my pussy.” It was another command that they obeyed, scrambling to their knees before her and taking turns licking and sucking her clit. With more resolve than she ever realized she had, she let the two thin leather straps dangle from her fingers.
“I want you to tie each other’s cock and balls so you can’t come until I let you.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be in charge?” Gaston asked.
“Not tonight.” It was a simple answer. She lifted a whip from beside her and let it run through her fingers. “Look at you, both of your cocks just swelled when I picked this up. Now tie each other.”
Bettina felt a strange sense of pride and power when they did as she asked. Then she stood and walked around them. “To the table, lean on your bellies.”
“But,” Stewart said and paused when she cracked the whip through the air, missing them both but letting them see how adept she’d become with the item. “When did you learn to do that?”
“A woman can only rest each afternoon for so long,” she told them and smiled. “Now, belly down or it will be worse.”
“Pandora,” Gaston whispered. He smiled when he felt the first light lash of the whip against his buttocks. She made several passes over each man’s ass, proud of not leaving any marks, just a deepening red color. She wandered to the shelf and chose two dildos of equal size and weight. Handing one to each man, she simply said, “Suck.”
Bettina was thrilled when the men took the fake cocks between their lips, sucking them as they would each other’s cocks. They were both hard, and she noted the droplets of pre-cum accumulating on their tips, but knew they’d not come until she untied them. She took the dildos from their mouths and, without warning, pushed one in each of their anuses. The men shifted their butts to seat the dildos within them. Then Bettina raised her hand with the whip.
“Don’t worry. I won’t think to mar your beautiful buttocks. I just want to watch them turn red. She used her fingers to pinch the tight skin of their asses. She leaned down and lightly bit their buttocks between spankings.
Stewart turned to Gaston. “Just remember, it was your idea to bring her here.”
“Yes, a decision I still don’t regret.”
“No talking,” she told them with another lick of the leather to each of them. In that startling moment, she realized the amount of power these men gave her, how much they trusted her and knew she’d not overstep their limits. She was going to have a lot of fun getting there. She put the whip aside and used her hands to fuck their butts with the dildos. Occasionally she’d reach around and stoke their hard cocks. She recognized the frustration of her not letting them come. “I want something special for tonight. After all, it is our wedding night.”
“What do you want, Tina?”
She moved to the shelf and took two more leather straps. Then she tied each man’s wrists behind him. She could see their bodies blushing red even in the low candlelight. Then she selected a bottle of oil. She put a few drops on her palm and used her other hand to spread it over both her palms. Then she started stroking their cocks again. When they were oiled to her satisfaction, she moved behind them again, pushing and pulling their dildos.
“When will you let us come?” Gaston asked. From the quick exhale of breath, he wasn
’t expecting her to use the whip on them again. Over and over, she teased them with the strap, leaving them with the need to come but not at their timing.
“Both of you, stand up.” They did, and she moved before them resting her butt on the edge of the table. She made them watch as she put more oil on her fingers and spread it on herself, using them to fuck both her holes with. Gaston groaned, and Stewart licked his lips at the sight. She stood tall and gently moved Stewart to lean on the edge of the table. “Don’t let the dildos come out of your asses, or the whip will find its way back to your skin.”
Bettina turned to face Stewart and pushed his legs together. Then she climbed onto the table and let her pussy drop over him. She enjoyed the short strokes she took of his length inside her before dropping her weight to impale herself on him. When she was settled, she leaned forward and pushed Stewart to lay back.
“Gaston,” she said, and he moved quickly behind her. “In my pussy first, beside Stewart, and then in my ass. I’ll tell you when to change.” She shifted as Gaston’s cock entered her, stretching her to accommodate both their erections. He used small hip motions to move inside her, beside Stewart. “That’s amazing,” she told them as she fed her right tit to Stewart’s lips. She was amazed at their acquiescing to her commands, especially with their hands and cocks tied.
“That’s right, suck my tit, Stewart. Gaston, take my ass.” It was a blatant statement, one she regretted when he pulled out of her pussy but smiled at the relief when he pushed higher. “I’m always so full when you fuck me like this. Move quicker to make me come.”
Gaston shifted behind her and pushed his weight down. Now she could truly feel them both inside her. But it wasn’t enough. She still wanted one more thing before they had to leave this special place behind. “Gaston, pull out.” She waited while he took a step back and was instantly sorry for her command. With a shift of her weight, she left Stewart’s cock and leaned forward until he was filling her ass. Again, she pushed him down and fed him her left tit. “Gaston, take my ass and fuck us all.”
