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

by Cheri Valmont

  Jason nodded. “Yes, Henry, as soon as I discover what I seek, we shall retire to the discipline room. You may show Mrs. Anne in now.”

  It was not very long before Anne was escorted into the room, dressed in the same black costume she’d worn at the start of their last lesson. Jason rose to walk around his desk and greet her at the door. “Lovely, as always, my dear Anne,” he told her, lifting her offered black-gloved hand up to his mouth for a light kiss.

  “You do like to tease me, don’t you, Master?” she fussed, pulling her heavy veil off her head, but her pretty frown did not take the mischievous twinkle from her eyes.

  “I admit, you make it a pleasure for me, dear girl,” he told her before leading her to the seat in front of his desk.

  Once she was comfortably seated, Jason returned to his own seat behind his desk. He took his time in observing her. She looked delightfully well loved. He had no doubt the days since their last interlude had been spent tying up her husband and fucking him with pleasure.

  When she began to look a bit anxious from his silence, Jason decided it was time for their discussion. “Anne?”

  “Yes, Master?” she responded quickly, her hands convulsively gripping the arms of the wing-backed chair she sat upon.

  “It is time we get to the bottom of your difficulties with your husband,” he told her.

  Anne swallowed hard, a nervous flush creeping up her neck to settle on her cheeks. However, she nodded, letting him know she had possibly worked up the nerve to finally discuss it with someone.

  “First of all, have you let your husband touch you during lovemaking yet?”

  Anne bit her lip. “Nay, Master, not yet.”

  “Very well, we’ll get back to that later. I want you to tell me about your childhood.”

  “I…eh…”

  “No hesitancy now, Anne. Tell me about your home life,” Jason insisted then leaned back in his chair, his right elbow resting on the arm, and his right thumb and forefinger rubbing his jawline as he normally did when he was thoughtful.

  “Well, I would not call it a pleasant childhood,” she began her story. “My father ruled our family with an iron fist.”

  “Was he ever cruel to you or did he hurt you physically?” Jason wanted to know.

  Anne shrugged her delicate shoulders. “Not me physically, no…but…”

  “But what, Anne?”

  Anne looked down at the floor at her feet before admitting, “But he did hurt my mother physically.”

  Aha, so they were getting down to the root of the problem now. “So he would abuse your mother?”

  When Anne looked back up at him, her eyes were shiny with unshed tears. “Yes, he could be so cruel to her. Not just physically, either. He was a brute.”

  “Tell me more,” Jason encouraged.

  “I found myself having to defend her from him. Look at me,” she asked him. Jason did as she bid. “My mother is even smaller physically than I am. How could she possibly be expected to defend herself from my brutish father?”

  “Of course not,” Jason agreed with her. “She shouldn’t ever be expected to defend herself from the man who is supposed to care for her.”

  Anne nodded her agreement with his observation. “From what my mother told me, she’d been forced to marry my father because of his connections. Not that it had done much good. My father was a profligate. His only thoughts in life were for his own pleasure. He drank incessantly, while at home. In truth, it was during these times he was at his worst in regards to my mother.” Finally, as if she’d reached her breaking point, two tears trickled down her suddenly pale cheeks.

  “From your description of your father, I would not be wrong in assuming he did not do his best by you, either,” Jason said, knowing from what he’d garnered from Roderick that this was truth. However, it was important Anne admit it to herself.

  Anne burst into tears.

  Jason let her have her cry out. She cried as if the very heart within her was breaking.

  “I didn’t know what love between a husband and wife was supposed to be. All I saw was a marriage that was a tortuous hell for my mother. He had her completely cowed when in his presence. The only time she could truly be herself was when he’d take off for days at a time, going only God knows where, for he never told anyone his destination.

  “We were never able to mingle with the neighbors, for he barely allowed any extra money to be spent besides the pittance for the basic running of the household. When I came of marriageable age, I knew I would not have a chance to meet anyone suitable, for all our neighbors knew of our situation, despite us having been forced to keep only our own company, except for our infrequent visits to church. My mother could not bring herself to go when she had any visible marks from my father.” She sat back as if completely deflated by her confession.

  “The man deserves a good thrashing,” Jason muttered. Would he have been one of her neighbors, he’d have gladly seen to the duty himself.

  Anne nodded. “Indeed, yes. And had I been born a male, I would have loved to be the one to give it to him.” She shrugged her shoulders and grimaced. “Instead, I was born a diminutive female, unable to protect my mother or myself from his brutishness.”

  “Do not be angry for what you are, Anne,” Jason told her. “It is your father who should feel shame for what you and your mother have endured. He should have been the one to protect and provide for you. Instruct you properly. Give you guidance on how to steer through any of life’s obstacles you might encounter. That is the true sign of a caring husband and father.” Though he would never burden his clients with his own history, he knew intimately the devastation created by a parent who had no care for what impact their actions could have on their children.

  “Then you met Roderick,” Jason said simply, encouraging her to forget now the grievous trauma which had been her childhood.

  She nodded, sniffling, then straightened in her chair. “Had it not been for my aunt insisting my father let me come to London, I’d never have had a chance to marry. I’m sure of it.”

  “Thank goodness for your aunt, then.”

  A small smile lifted one corner of her lips. “Yes, I would have never met Roderick. Never found love. But yet…”

  “Yet?”

  “I had a hard time believing in love. Despite knowing how much Roderick loved me, I could not help my fear that he would hurt me as my father had hurt my mother. I’ve never even been able to confess the secrets of my previous homelife to him.”

  Jason stood and walked around to Anne’s side, offering her his hand. When she rose to stand beside him, Jason said emphatically, “Not all men are like your father, Anne. From my conversations with your husband, I can easily tell he is very protective of you and your happiness. And though I do not know you well, have I given you reason to fear I would do something to harm you?”

  Anne shook her head. “Nay, Master,” she admitted quickly. “You have only shown me caring discipline. You’ve shown me how to enjoy making love to my husband.”

  “But, dear Anne, you know your husband requires your trust in him,” Jason informed her. “You will never have a properly happy marriage until you can give him that trust. It is imperative you tell him about your past, as well. Or how else is he expected to understand the reasons behind your past hesitations in regards to lovemaking?”

  Anne bowed her head, no doubt ashamed of her inability to trust the man she loved. She sniffled and hiccoughed, then wept softly.

  Jason pulled her into his embrace to comfort her. When her weeping settled into sniffles again, Jason lifted her face to look up at him with a gentle finger beneath her chin. “Roderick adores you, my darling girl,” Jason assured her firmly. “Your young swain would rather cut off an arm, than do you any harm. You must free yourself and him to be happy. To make love to each other without reservations. Can you do that? Are you willing to release control now?”

  “I love him. I do,” she whispered softly. “I would do anything to make hi
m happy.”

  “Then you must let him have control of your lovemaking some of the time,” Jason commanded her. “Open yourself up to the limitless possibilities of pleasure. I am not saying you cannot enjoy control at some times. But for you to bypass this hurdle, you must let him have control today.”

  “Today?” She could not hide her fear.

  “Yes, this is your next lesson.”

  “You will be with us?” Anne asked.

  “Of course, dear girl,” Jason assured her. “So have no fear. You must feel the freedom in giving your husband the lead. Are you willing?” Jason knew it was important to have the girl’s full cooperation or their lesson today would be for naught. He had to admit he was looking forward to seeing Anne release her control to her husband.

  She hiccoughed again but nodded her head. “Yes, Master, I am willing.”

  Jason smiled his pleasure and leaned down to kiss her slightly quivering lips. She clung to his lips, as if searching for his reassurance. He let her be the one to pull away. He wanted her to be confident in her desirability, which she most assuredly was.

  “Will you make love with us, Master?” Anne asked.

  Jason looked into her uplifted gaze. “I…” He was actually surprised she’d even contemplated the fact. “Only if your husband requests it, Anne dear.”

  “He does want it, Master,” Anne admitted to him. “We’ve discussed it after I made love to him. He told me how inflamed it made him when he watched you play with me as I fucked him. Please join us.”

  To say he was pleasantly surprised at the prospect was an understatement. His cock immediately began to respond to his imaginings. “Certainly, Anne, it would be my immense pleasure. Now, shall we join your husband?”

  This time she eagerly nodded her head. “Yes, please, Master.”

  Chapter 5

  When Jason escorted Anne into his discipline room, Roderick stood from his seat upon the backless chaise. Since he already knew the plan for this interlude, his movements were quick, his expression excited.

  “I’m guessing you’re ready,” Jason said to Roderick, moving behind Anne as they walked to meet him.

  “Yes, Master,” Roderick replied. “Are you joining us?”

  Ah, so there was no need for Jason to confirm what his female pupil had informed him. “As you wish, Roderick,” Jason agreed. “But first, while you have the pleasure of beginning to undress each other, I’ll slip into my robe and return.” That wasn’t the only thing he wished to retrieve. Not knowing how far he’d be going with his female pupil, he wanted to make sure he had a condom readily available. “Anne, you begin.”

  It only took moments for Jason to slide behind the screen, undress, don his robe, and slip several condoms into his pocket before he rejoined Anne and Roderick. To Jason’s delight, when he returned, together the lovers had finished undressing Roderick and Anne sat upon the chaise with Roderick’s dick in her mouth. Obviously, they could not even wait for him to return before they began. Splendid.

  Roderick lovingly held his wife’s unbound hair, cupping the back of her head to guide her in her sucking of his cock with one hand and holding his dick to her mouth with the other.

  While Jason enjoyed the sight before him, he moved to sit beside Anne, so he might begin her disrobing. He could see by Roderick’s expression that he was enjoying everything happening, from the sight of his lovely wife fucking him with her mouth to Jason undressing her, revealing his wife’s generous charms for both Jason and himself to appreciate. To both the men’s surprise, when Jason released her stays, they discovered she’d worn no underthings. She was completely naked beneath her dress.

  Roderick groaned his pleasure at the discovery, watching avidly while Jason pushed her dress down, exposing her luscious breasts. Both Roderick and Jason soaked in the sight of Anne enjoying her sensual pleasures before Jason encouraged, “A moment, Anne, let us get this cumbersome gown out of your way.”

  Anne slowly released her husband’s cock from her mouth, as if disappointed to stop. But knowing other pleasures awaited her if she did, she rose quickly, kicking her shoes aside and letting her gown fall to her ankles so she might more quickly be rid of it. Completely naked now, Anne shivered, looking from Roderick to Jason, since now Jason had discarded his robe as well. How excited she looked. Forgotten, it seemed, her hesitance in being vulnerable to a man. Since now, she had two naked men both willing and able to see to her every pleasure.

  She actually moaned at seeing both men fully erect with desire for her. The expression on her face showed her fervent excitement. She scampered onto the chaise and turned toward them, kneeling up and beckoning them both, “Come to me.”

  Neither man hesitated. Jason gasped his pleasure when she grabbed his cock along with Roderick’s, one in each hand, and began pumping.

  “How big you both are,” she murmured with a delighted smile.

  Each man had one knee on the chaise, bringing them closer to Anne’s mouth. Since she’d showed her utter delight in sucking dick, this would, surely, be her first request. She continued to pump them, looking first at one dick then the other then glancing up at them to observe their pleasure. Jason had no doubt his expression would mirror Roderick’s own lust-filled gaze.

  “I want to suck them both,” she informed them before eagerly beginning.

  Ah, yes! The sights, sounds, and feel of Anne enjoying her ministrations were inflaming him. While she sucked her husband, Anne continued to pump Jason’s cock. Then when she heard Roderick’s groaning begin, she changed cocks, now devoting her attention to Jason’s while pumping her husband’s.

  Jason met Roderick’s eyes, directing him with a nod of his head to begin touching his wife. When Roderick touched his wife’s naked back, she momentarily froze, but then as she only felt a light caressing touch, she resumed her actions. When Roderick reached Anne’s bottom and began kneading her, her moans began in earnest.

  Roderick needed no further direction from Jason as he leaned over to delve the fingers of his left hand between her cleft. When Jason heard Anne’s gasp, he knew Roderick had reached her cunny. Jason could not resist Anne’s bouncing bubbies and reached beneath her to begin pulling her nipples and kneading her breasts.

  “Ah…ah…” she breathed around Roderick’s dick the closer she came to her climax.

  “Come to me, Anne,” Jason instructed her.

  She looked a bit bewildered as she did as he bid.

  Jason positioned her, kneeling facing him. He presented his dick to her, which she readily accepted, beginning to suck him off again. He looked at Roderick, silently commanding him to take his wife.

  Roderick slowly touched his wife’s bottom while guiding his cock into her cunny.

  Anne gasped her delight when Roderick gripped her hips, gliding his dick in and out of her pussy. “Ah…mmm…” she momentarily released Jason’s cock to moan, looking back toward her husband, first at his face and then to the point where he’d joined his body to hers. When she turned back to resume her sucking of Jason’s dick, she had an enraptured expression on her face it was Jason’s pleasure to observe.

  While Roderick began to fuck his wife’s pussy in earnest, Jason began fucking her sweet, warm mouth. He reached down to return to his pleasure of playing with her breasts. The delight he felt at kneading her swollen breasts couldn’t be denied. There was one thing Jason adored and that was a woman with large, lovely breasts.

  “Oh, God!” Roderick called out, pumping his wife’s cunny furiously. “I’m coming!”

  At his pronouncement, Anne began sucking with equal ferocity on Jason’s dick, pulling him into her mouth as deeply as he knew she could. Her body was jerking and undulating, pushing her breasts harder and harder into his grasping hands.

  “This is it!” Roderick warned, thrusting harder into Anne’s pussy.

  Jason couldn’t help himself. While watching Roderick join his wife in climax, he began spending into Anne’s mouth. He tried to pull away, but Anne reached b
ehind him and, clasping onto his ass, she continued forcing him to come in her mouth. Anne’s silent demand amazed him. “Agh!” he yelled at the strength of his release. He looked at Roderick, who was still pumping into his wife’s pussy, but slowly, in the aftermath of his orgasm.

  Roderick smiled at him as he, in turn, watched Jason slowly pumping into his wife’s mouth. “Wonderful, isn’t she?”

  “Magnificent, I’d say,” Jason told him. Then he lifted Anne, who had yet to disconnect from her husband’s dick. He dipped his head to kiss her lightly on the lips. “Yes, Anne, you are magnificent.”

  “Thank you, Master,” Anne said. She sagged into his hands, obviously exhausted from the sensual fury she’d just experienced.

  Jason told the two of them, “There is water for you to freshen up, behind the partition. I’ll be back directly. But do not wait, if I take too long.” He hoped Roderick took his meaning.

  Soon Jason was behind his spy wall, and Anne and Roderick were back on the chaise. At first, Roderick lay on his back, letting Anne kiss his face and chest while she fondled his dick. She seemed eager to please him, yet Roderick still hesitated.

  “Why won’t you hold me?” Anne asked, looking up into Roderick’s face inquisitively.

  Roderick looked down at her. “Are you sure? You’ll not burst into tears?” There was the young man’s worst fear.

  Anne shook her head resolutely. “Nay, my love, you and our Master have shown me I have nothing to fear. Make love to me, please,” she begged him.

  Before she could say another word, Roderick flipped her over, so he held the dominant position. “I want to show you how wonderful it can be between us,” he told her.

  “Yes, my love, that’s what I want, too.” Anne then slid her arms around Roderick’s neck to accept his fierce kiss.

  All Jason heard were moans and groans from the lovers while they kissed voraciously. At first, Roderick’s touch on his wife’s body was tentative. Jason knew the young man feared his wife’s withdrawal from his caresses. Roderick slid his big body down along that of his wife’s. When he, at last, made it to Anne’s breasts, he kissed and suckled softly while he glided his right hand down to delve between the downy, soft blonde curls protecting the pearl hidden from view.