Valmont, Cheri - Confessions of a Victorian Master 2: Mrs. Anne (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Cheri Valmont

  “What! Of course, I’m still a virgin!” she insisted.

  “So we’ve ascertained there will not be a problem of him finding out you’ve been with another man. What is the problem?”

  “I’m afraid I’m frigid.” She said the words with a hint of fear.

  “Frigid?” That surprised him. Indeed, it did. If that were true, then he could well have met a client impossible to help. It was best he found out the truth. “Tell me, how do you feel when your husband kisses you?”

  Anne looked up in surprise at his question, squirming around in her chair. Had just that question caused her to become agitated?

  “The truth, if you please,” Jason instructed her. He could not help her if she were unwilling to be honest with him.

  “I…eh…well, I feel warm. I enjoy it when he kisses me.”

  Jason sat up in his chair. He had to know a few more intimate things before he decided to take her on as a client. “Do you ever feel a wetness between your thighs when he is kissing you?”

  Anne gasped sharply at his direct line of questioning. “I…eh…”

  “Dear Anne, now is not the time for shyness. You are asking me to help you with a very intimate problem. How can I not ask you these questions before deciding to help you?”

  “I…oh, very well, yes! I do feel a warm wetness when he’s kissing me.”

  Jason nodded. “Very good. When do you feel the need to stop what he is doing?”

  “Once he takes me into his arms, I just stiffen up. I cannot explain it. My husband is not a small man, Mr. Featherington, and for some reason an intense fear wells up inside of me. I normally end up in tears. And, of course, being the gentleman he always is with me, he stops immediately. Asking me if he’s hurt me somehow.”

  This was very interesting. “When you are not in his arms, tell me, would you imagine he would ever do anything to hurt you?”

  Anne’s face scrunched, obviously insulted at his questions. “Nay! Never! Absolutely not!”

  “Very well, so that is not the problem. I suspect there is something else underlying this fear of yours, Anne. That being the case, I am willing to take you and your husband on as clients.”

  Suddenly, Anne began rocking back and forth, a relieved smile wreathing her face. Her hands fluttered. “Thank you so much, Mr. Featherington! I cannot tell you how grateful I would be if you could help us solve our problem. Make no mistake, my husband would be extremely generous if you could help us.”

  Jason smiled indulgently. Although he was glad to hear her assurance, he knew from past cases that it would be so. Some people were willing to go to the ends of the earth to attain happiness, so a few baubles and blunt were the least some of his clients were willing to part with to make it so.

  “I do appreciate that, Anne. Nevertheless, before we move forward, I’ll need to speak to your husband. I find when I speak to all parties involved, it helps me to come up with the best plan of action.”

  “Shall I have him visit with you at your home?”

  “That’s a sound idea. Unless you feel he might prefer I come to you?”

  “Hmm, I’ll have to find out.”

  “Do you think he might be opposed to me helping the two of you?”

  “I don’t believe so. He’s desperate to find a solution. I’m afraid he’s becoming quite frustrated. I wish there was something I might do until that time.”

  That got Jason’s attention. “Shall I show you what you might do?”

  Anne frowned a smidge. “You’re…not suggesting…?”

  “That you have sexual intercourse with me?” Jason had to laugh. “No, Anne, I would never do that to you or your husband. But there are ways you might pleasure him without going all the way, as they say.”

  Still looking skeptical, Anne asked, “Well? What is it?”

  “Shall I tell you or show you? You must decide.”

  “Well…hmm…” Jason could tell by her actions that she was intrigued. He smiled when she rubbed her thumb and forefinger along her jawline, deep in thought it seemed. Then she looked at him. “Will you have to touch me?” There it was. Just a smidgeon of that fear she professed to feel when her husband touched her.

  “I’ll tell you what we shall do. So that you have no concerns as to whether or not I will touch you, we shall find something to strap my hands down. That way you can do as I direct without hindrance of thoughts of me touching you. Fair?”

  Anne smiled in relief. “Yes, that sounds splendid.” A bundle of energy all of a sudden, she jumped up and began searching the room. She rifled quickly through nearby drawers, pulling out a slender scarf and holding it up. “This?”

  “Yes, that will do nicely. Something else, though.”

  She turned back to see what else she could find. “Here’s something!” He noted her quick movements become quicker, and when she finally turned around, she held aloft a strap from a corset she’d discovered.

  “Very good. Now come to me and fasten my wrists to the arms of this chair. That way you’ll have no doubt you are in control of our interlude.”

  Moving with trepidation it seemed, she glided slowly until she stood before him. There was a small, uncertain frown creasing her forehead. “I’m not sure…”

  “Of what, my dear? Shall we wait until I’ve spoken to your husband before I show you a way you might offer him some relief from his frustration?”

  She shook her head. “No, I beg of you. I don’t know how he can last another day without it.”

  “Very well, then. Do as I direct you.” His voice took on the tone he used when disciplining his pupils.

  Anne gulped and nodded her head. “Certainly…?”

  “You may call me master, Anne.”

  Her eyes grew round in surprise. “Master?”

  “If you want my tutelage, you must fall in with my rules. For the duration of our time together, consider me your master, until the point when I transfer the reins to your husband, that is. Well?”

  “Then you will teach me everything I need to know to keep my husband happy?”

  “That I will.”

  “Very well. Master, shall I bind you now?” she asked, looking from the objects held in her hands to him sitting before her.

  “Tie my wrists securely, but not too tight, of course.”

  Anne knelt before him and swiftly did as he bid her. When she had completed her task, she inspected her handiwork. She glanced up at him shyly. “Will this do?”

  “’Deed, yes.” Pulling on his hands, he demonstrated his inability to escape her securely tied knots. “Now, let us begin. First, I must advise you that sometimes it requires a lady to expose some of her charms to get a gentleman’s attention.”

  Anne’s lips set into a tight line of uncertainty. “What should I do? I must confess, Master, I’m at a loss as to what to do next.”

  “Never fear, my dear,” Jason assured her. “I am at your service to help you. Now, to that end you must lower your gown so I might observe your breasts.”

  “Ah…what?” That she was shocked by his request was undeniable.

  “You do want to seduce your husband into wanting you, do you not?”

  She nodded quickly, but from her frightened expression, he could discern her desire to attract her husband warred with her fear that he might ravish her. “I cannot touch you, as you well know, Anne. I command you to lower your gown front so I might gaze upon your breasts.”

  “Oh, very well,” she agreed with a huff. And with a flush of red suffusing from her chest to her lovely face, she pushed her sleeves down until the pale globes of her breasts appeared. As if despite this show of bravado in exposing herself to him, her shyness still overcame her, and she held her hands in front of her, hiding her lush charms from his vision.

  Jason frowned and shook his head. “None of that, Anne. Your husband will need your help to stimulate his lust. Now, let me look at you. Stand up before me.”

  She could not hide her fear as she slowly stood from her kneeling
position, pushing her hands down her side to allow him to peruse her naked flesh.

  “Come closer,” he directed her, his tone stern.

  “Why?” she wanted to know.

  Jason’s eyes narrowed and he frowned. “Do not question my method, Anne. Once you agreed to be my pupil, you agreed to do whatever I might require of you.”

  Anne bit her full lower lip at his rebuff then nodded quickly. “Yes, Master, whatever you say.”

  He grunted. “Good, now one thing your husband will want to do is suck on your nipples. So come closer and I will introduce you to this. It will help so that you do not seem surprised when he requests it of you.”

  Just the thought of him touching her, despite it only being his mouth, had her expression contorting with mild terror. “I…I…don’t…”

  “I command you to relent, Anne. You want to please your husband?”

  “Oh, yes! Very well!” Anne then closed her eyes tightly and moved so close to him that she stood within the V of his thighs, giving him a bird’s-eye view of her sweet bubbies. They were smooth-skinned and flushed prettily pink.

  When Jason ducked his head to breathe in her scent, the tight tips shriveled in response to his nearness and warm breath on her skin. He placed a chaste kiss on each peak in turn, causing her to pull her arms behind her back to obviously fight her urge to prevent his actions.

  “I know this makes you nervous. However, you have my word you shall come to no harm. Just let yourself enjoy what I am doing and always remember, although I can demand anything I want from you, I am bound and cannot do more than you yourself will allow me.”

  Anne opened her eyes at his words as if this true fact finally dawned on her, looking down at his face a hair’s breadth away from her right nipple.

  Then with her gazing into his eyes, Jason smiled and opened his mouth, drawing slowly on her tautened peak.

  She gasped at the first feel of his mouth on her flesh. He saw her swallow quickly and shiver. With that positive response, Jason allowed himself free rein to suckle her properly, sliding hot wet kisses from one glorious mound to the other.

  Before long, Anne was so consumed with what he was doing to her that he noticed her shaking as if she could no longer support her own weight, and she slid onto his lap. Without him saying a word, she let her body fall back, arching over his left arm, so her breasts were thrust upward for his easy access. An advantage he did not mean to waste, either.

  With a pleased twitch of his lips, he bent over her to continue his sexual ministrations on her glorious, quivering flesh. Her breathing panted out with her excitement, and his breathing grew increasingly ragged with every lick of his tongue or suck of his mouth on her tits. His cock was making its presence known in the most obvious fashion, and he pushed his face against her breast while simultaneously rubbing his dick against her backside.

  “Mmm,” she moaned softly, raising heavy-lidded eyes to look at him.

  “This is the response you want from your husband, my dear. See how just letting him suckle you will increase his desire for you?”

  Jason returned to laving her nips until he had her resuming her undulations and gyrations of lust. When she lay panting helplessly finally, Jason pulled away slightly. “There are other things your husband might like to do to you, which I could show you now, but I think I will leave that as a surprise for you. But the final thing I will show you tonight is how to stave off your husband’s frustration until we all meet again.”

  Breathing heavily, Anne lifted herself into a half-laying, half-sitting position on his lap, gazing at him with lust-glazed eyes. He had to admit she made a lovely and very desirable sight, with wisps of her blonde hair escaping her coiffure, and her full lips parted.

  “What must I do, Master?” she asked, her tone rough with her desire.

  “Kneel before me.”

  This time she didn’t protest about what he demanded of her. She slid quickly down and positioned herself kneeling between his outspread thighs.

  “Unfasten my trousers, Anne.”

  Although virgin that she might be, before long at all, she’d exposed his straining dick. Nor did she seem very shy any longer as, without his direction, she began fondling his hard flesh.

  A groan he could not prevent escaped around his clenched neck muscles.

  Anne glanced up warily to see if she might have harmed him in any way. However, when she received his encouraging nod, she returned to her dedicated perusal of his male anatomy.

  “You may kiss it, Anne,” he mentioned, trying to keep the demanding need out of his tone.

  Swiftly, she glanced up at his face before moving closer to him. “Might I, Master?”

  “’Deed, mistress, I would be most happy for you to do so.”

  Anne directed a smile at the erection she held in her dainty hand, pulling off her gloves, so she might feel his naked flesh within her bare hands. And Jason actually sucked in a breath when he saw her sweet bow of a mouth part and her pink tongue peek out before she bestowed a wet kiss upon his cock, just as he had her nipples. It took every once of his strength not to plunge his stiff wick into the warm, slick recess of her soft mouth. That he knew would frighten her out of her virginal wits, so he let her set the pace for what came next.

  “Suck on him.” His voice was raspy with acute need, his head bent so he might watch every move his sweet pupil made.

  Although she looked up into his face, she said not a word, just opened her mouth wider and slid his dick slowly into her mouth. She sucked softly at first. Almost as if she wasn’t sure how rough she could be with him.

  “Harder,” he requested. “And lick him. From the bottom all the way to the tip. I want to feel your wet mouth all over him.”

  That seemed all he needed to say to spur her onward. Before long, Jason was bucking beneath her stimulating mouth, his head thrown back in his ecstasy, groaning as if he might expire from what he was feeling at any moment.

  When he felt his crisis approach, he muttered through clenched neck muscles, “The scarf, remove it.”

  “What?” She lifted her head only long enough to ask him.

  “Do not ask, just do,” he demanded.

  Quickly she complied, pulling the scarf from around his one wrist.

  “Here, give it to me and continue pumping my dick.”

  His newly acquired pupil did as he commanded and grabbed his cock to resume his stimulation. While she returned her gaze to what she was doing to him, Jason held the scarf aloft just above his cock on his belly.

  When his gut clenched with his orgasm, he glanced up in time to see a look of wonder cross Anne’s face as she watched his seed shoot with vigor from his undulating loins. He even heard a moan of pleasure escape her throat at the sight of it. It was then that Jason realized that she had not only been pumping his cock, but she had been massaging his balls with her other small hand.

  “Mmm, that was lovely,” she commented artlessly.

  However, he found it quite charming that she would state her obvious pleasure at watching him come. “Very well done, Anne. Your husband will be well pleased if you could do that for him, until you come to pay me a visit.”

  She nodded eagerly, but then her face became downcast. “But what if he refuses to let me tie him down?”

  Hmm, he could tell they had a ways left to go to get Anne where she needed to be to begin normal relations with her husband. “If he will not, you and he come to me as soon as possible.”

  “Yes, Master,” Anne breathed gratefully. Her trust in him was very gratifying. But he suspected he needed to devote his undivided attention to Anne and her bridegroom immediately.

  Chapter 2

  “Master,” his manservant, Henry, said as he responded to Jason’s direction to enter his study, and then informed him, “your new clients are here. Both are waiting in the parlor.”

  Jason looked up from his morning’s correspondence. “I would like a word with Mr. W. first, please. Make sure Mrs. Anne is well taken care
of until we are ready for her attendance, if you would, Henry.”

  Henry bowed with an efficient nod of his head. “Yes, certainly, Master.”

  It had not taken Jason long to discover the true identity of his clients. But for the safety of his client’s identities, he never even allowed himself to ponder on their real names, and he never let the names slip even to his most trusted servant, Henry, who was the only other person he allowed in attendance when he worked with his clients.

  Mr. W., he discovered, was well known in the shipping industry. Although a young man, he’d worked very hard to build his father’s meager shipping concern into a thriving and very lucrative business. Even without meeting him, Jason suspected him to be a man used to being in control of a situation and getting what he wanted in the business world. That he was so out of control in the situation with his young bride had to be frustrating indeed.

  Only a few moments later, Henry was knocking once again on his door.

  “Enter,” Jason responded.

  Henry pushed open the door. “Mr. W., Master.” He entered with a tall, muscular man following slowly behind him.

  The man who entered oozed confidence in his own worth. He had to be several inches taller than Jason himself. Jason noticed the man glancing quickly around his warmly furnished study. Perhaps he was wondering if this be the room Jason did his work in?

  Jason stood to greet his guest. “Mr. W., welcome to my home. Please, you may be seated.” And he motioned for the man to take a seat in one of the twin wing-backed chairs facing his desk.

  He gave Jason an interested look before moving to do as he bid. “I must admit, Mr. Featherington, I expected you to be different.

  Jason raised one brow as he followed suit and sat as soon as his guest had done so. “You did? How so?”

  “Well, the way my wife described you made me think you were a much harder character than you appear,” he informed Jason. “With her insistence on calling you master and all.”