by Lexi Post
“Why did you stop? Did you want—oh. Oh, wow.”
He grinned, warmth at her innocence filling him with joy. “Have you never seen an orgy?”
“No. I didn’t know people really did that. Where is that woman’s arm? It looks like her hand is between that woman’s…oh. Never mind.” She cocked her head. “I think the man with the mustache is making that woman, oh my, that other man is in her… Sheesh. How do they know who is where?”
He snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her against his side. “They don’t. That’s the idea. In an orgy, it’s not about who you are with, it’s about indulging in whatever body part of whatever body you want.”
She shivered. “I don’t think I’d like that.” Her gaze flew to meet his. “Not that I don’t like sex because I do, it’s just, for me, the person I’m with is extremely important to the whole experience.”
He smiled and stroked her cheek with his free hand. Her skin was so soft, he could never tire of touching her. “Does that mean I’m important?”
Her eyes, the color of stately pines, captivated him, but the serious expression she wore was unlike her usual jubilant self. “Yes, you are very important,” her gaze skittered away, “to me.”
He turned her face, but she wouldn’t look at him. He wanted to see what lay behind her words and for a moment, maybe… No. He imagined things based on his own ridiculous need. “You are important to me too, Rena. I plan to feast upon you tonight. I must say, I’m famished for you.”
She met his gaze then and he caught a glimpse of disappointment before she masked it with a smile. Blast it. If it wasn’t for these masks, he was sure he could read her soul.
Her arm wrapped around his back. “Then let’s go, but I must tell you, I’m pretty hungry myself.”
He squeezed her waist, enjoying the view he had of the roundness of her breasts where the toga neck exposed her cleavage. As she walked, one breast became more exposed. Blast! He was hard for this woman.
They strolled into the White Room to find Trent, a burly footman who Synn would trust with his own life, and Gwen, a tiny blonde maid who adored the big man. Neither wore masks, but neither would participate directly in the room’s activities. He didn’t release Rena, but did gesture to his friends behind the counter. “This is Trent who has been helping Valerie destroy the kitchen and this is his woman, Gwen. She makes pastries among other sweet items.”
Gwen dropped a short curtsey. “Pleased I am to meet you. I hope you will enjoy your evening.”
Rena glanced at him before smiling at Gwen. “Oh, I know I will.” She looked at Trent. “Thank you for helping Valerie. I know she appreciates it.” Trent simply nodded.
Synn had been anxious to bring Rena through the many rooms, but this one would be special for her and his anticipation grew. He pointed to the jar and bottles behind the counter. “You will find everything from sweet to salty for your meal. I think for you, I will want the sweet to counter your tart scent.”
Rena’s confusion cleared as Gwen set down a tray and added various bottles and jars to it.
Synn glanced behind her to see Trent laying towels over a wooden rack and then lifting the cover of Rena’s surprise.
He caught her attention by stroking her cleavage with his finger.
“Synn.” Her scolding voice only made him want to laugh.
“I know you are fascinated with the chocolate sauce there, but I thought you might like to see the other experience this room offers. Look in the corner.”
As she turned, she sucked in her breath, causing her breasts to rise. Her eyes glowed before she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him hard. “Synn, you are wonderful.”
Before he could stop her, she ran to the corner where the steaming Roman bath awaited. Her hand had already grasped the belt of her toga before he caught her and lifted her in his arms, chuckling. “No, not yet, my Aphrodite. First, we must eat.”
“Aw, come on, Synn, I haven’t had a hot shower in over a month and you are going to keep that enticing bath away from me even longer?”
Her pouting lips made him want to kiss her, not give in to her. “Yes. I am. Because you must work for your bath.” He set her on a large wooden table with a white tablecloth. “Now you stay there. I will get our food.”
She gave him a pout, but crossed her legs in front of her. Satisfied she’d stay, he walked to the counter and took the silver tray from Gwen.
He put it on the table next to Rena, but before she could investigate, he pulled her to the end so her legs dangled over the side and he cupped her face. “You do know you are the sweetest food in here, right?”
She blushed. “I am?”
“Absolutely.” He kissed her lips. When she opened for him, he licked the top row of teeth before nibbling upon the sweet lip that covered them. Her tongue darted out to meet his and he stroked it, savoring the tangy mint flavor he encountered. Her arms wrapped around his neck, but he captured her wrists and set them to the table. “No. It’s my turn to savor you.”
Using his finger upon her lips to stifle any objection, he ran it down her chin, along her throat and traced the edge of the toga’s neckline. Her soft breast cushioned his hand as he slid it to her navel and up the other side to gently push the material from her shoulder. The round globe of her breast glowed with the white lighting of the room. Her nipple stood up hard, its areola’s pebbled skin revealing her excitement.
From the silver tray, he picked up a bottle. Tipping it above her breast, he watched as light-brown chocolate, the color of her hair, dribbled down the incline, over the areola, around her nipple to drip off onto her toga.
“Synn.”
He wasn’t sure if it was an admonishment or a request, but it brought his gaze to her face.
She was flushed, her pupils dilated, her lips parted.
“Yes?”
“You are making a mess.” Her breathy answer was anything but concerned.
Encouraged, he pushed the toga off her left shoulder and proceeded to pour more chocolate on her other breast. He shook his head. “No, this just won’t do. Too much is coming off. I think you better lie down.”
Rena glanced back.
He took her hands. “Go ahead.”
She held on and he carefully lowered her to the table.
Without a question, she did as she was told. He hoped she anticipated every step. He stood near her head and deliberately poured the chocolate sauce along her neck, down her arm, along the inside of her elbow and all the way to her wrist. Then he poured more across her breast, letting it pool and build around her nipple until it almost couldn’t be seen. He walked to the other side of the table to treat that side of her body with the sweet coating. “Now, don’t move.”
She nodded.
He stepped to the counter and took a bowl from Gwen back to his table. Spooning creamy vanilla custard, he dropped it sporadically along the chocolate lines. Careful to completely cover Rena’s luscious nipples.
“Is that custard?”
Intent on piling the creamy sweet on her left breast, her question startled him. “Yes, do you like custard?”
She raised her brows. “How can I not? Everyone does, don’t they?”
He grinned and bent over her. “Not everyone. Would you like some?”
“Absolutely.” Her tongue peeked out in anticipation and he sucked in his breath. What he wanted to do was climb on top of her, smashing the food between them and push his cock into her waiting quim. With great effort, he controlled his urge. He’d promised.
He dipped the spoon into the custard and put it in his mouth. She frowned as he took the spoon away empty, but he lowered his head and licked her lips open until he could swirl his custard-laden tongue inside her mouth.
“Hmmm.” Her own tongue laved his and she deepened the kiss.
Reluctantly, he pulled away. He couldn’t maintain his control if he continued to give her custard kisses.
Putting aside the bowl, Synn took another bottle and
stuck his finger in it and traced her lips.
Rena’s tongue darted out. “Honey?”
He nodded.
“I think you may have a toothache in the morning if you continue with the sweets.”
Synn wiggled his brow. “Nothing is as sweet as you, and I’ve had you before with no repercussions.”
The memory of the spiral staircase in the library had her pussy tightening.
Synn put the honey down and untied the rope about her waist. The toga fell to the side, leaving her exposed. His gaze fixed upon the juncture of her thighs, and her heart raced as she struggled to keep from lifting her hips to him, but he didn’t disappoint. His fingers splayed through the triangle of her hair, pushing it away from her folds.
She closed her eyes, expecting his fingers to continue their exploration, but instead cool liquid coated her clit, ran over her pussy and pooled along the crease of her ass. His fingers spread one side of her labia and more liquid touched her. He was thorough as he dribbled the honey into every small fold between her legs.
She opened her eyes in time to see Synn close the bottle. “That’s a lot of honey. I hope you’re hungry.”
He gave her a wolfish smile. “Oh yes, I am.” Pulling a chair closer to the table, he sat between her legs. That movement alone had her stomach tightening and her juices meeting the sweet stickiness on her pussy.
Synn motioned to Trent and she glanced over to see the man ring a small bell.
She looked back at Synn, who grinned from ear to ear. “What was that?”
He shrugged. “The dinner bell.”
Chapter Twelve
She heard shuffling behind her, but due to the mask, her vision was limited. When two couples pulled out the chairs on either side of her and sat, her heart raced. They all wore golden masks and togas, like her. A vision of the drawing in the sex journal flashed through her mind and her breath hitched.
Synn stood. “Welcome to my feast. I have a special delicacy tonight.” He caught her gaze with his own. “Please help yourselves.”
Rena widened her eyes at Synn, and he reached over her to stroke her cheek. “Enjoy.” The quiet smile he gave her had her heart softening for him.
The woman who sat at her right shoulder breathed out a sigh. “So beautiful. I must taste.”
But her partner held her back. “Not yet, Chantal. You know the wrist comes first.”
Rena already liked the woman for calling her “beautiful”, but when the dark Parisian beauty pouted at the delay, Rena silently chuckled. She glanced over at the woman to her left and found her to be as light as Chantal was dark. That woman studied her mate. Rena looked at him as he attempted to lick her wrist, but the gentleman to her right beat him to it on her other wrist. As much as she wanted to know these ghosts, the erotic touch of their tongues stroking the inside of both her wrists had shivers of excitement racing up her arms and hardening her nipples. She glanced at Synn to see him watching her, his expression tender.
He wanted her to enjoy this. The truth was in his eyes. This was for her and the affection she had for him surrounded her heart. She let her eyes close for fear they would water. Instead, she focused on the titillating sensations of two tongues licking the inside of her elbows, one coming from a mouth surrounded by a soft beard, which added to the erotic effect. What would Synn look like with a beard? How would that feel between her— “Oh.”
Synn’s tongue began its own exploration along the inside of her thighs. The sensation of being licked, savored, was heady, and she let her body relax into the pleasure of it all. As the men reached her neck, Synn swiped his tongue through her pussy, concentrating on her entry, and sucking on the side folds. She tightened inside, determined not to lift her hips and show her need, but the men at her neck had her lifting her face to the ceiling to give them better access.
As they finished, she squelched her moan of disappointment and opened her eyes. The men sat back in their seats, a glass of wine now in their hands. They lifted their glasses. “Ladies. To your enjoyment.”
Chantal and the white-blonde lady stood. It was then Rena realized what was next. She glanced at Synn, who looked at her, licking his lips, his grin wide and wicked. Her pussy filled with wetness in anticipation.
The women bent over and licked at the chocolate trail on her shoulders. Her chest rose and fell hard. Those trails led to her breasts. They wouldn’t, would they? Would Synn leave his place between her thighs and— “Ooooohh.”
She couldn’t help her noises. Synn found her clit and she spread her legs wider to give him better access.
The women continued to take their time, not simply licking, but sucking, enjoying. As they reached her breasts, she held her breath in excitement. She wanted to tell them to suck on her nipples, nibble at them, pull at them, whatever, but do it now. Instead, they took their time and slowly licked at the custard and chocolate around her areolas, causing her food-covered nubs to become painfully hard.
Chantal sighed. “I must eat now.” She took Rena’s nipple into her mouth and sucked, hard.
The lightning that struck from that spot to where Synn licked at her clit was strong, and she arched into Chantal’s mouth, gripping the edges of the table hard. The other lady licked away at the sweetness before she nibbled the nipple she found beneath.
Rena’s body pounded with need as her breasts and pussy sought more of the pleasure being offered and her hips rose. The men’s hands on her legs helped her bend her knees and set her feet on the table. They held her steady while their partners continued to plunder her breasts. The women understood what she was experiencing and used their knowledge to her benefit. A strange camaraderie filled her even as the tightness built inside her.
She hungered for release. She lifted her hips from the table again, and the men supported her, holding her ass high while Synn licked along her crease where the honey had settled. The forbidden touch sent her body into knots. Synn pulled away.
She whimpered with need.
Chantal pushed a tendril of her hair away from her face. “Shh, ma mie. All will be well. I promise.”
Rena opened her eyes in time to see the woman’s lips come toward her.
She couldn’t kiss a woman!
Chantal nibbled at her lips, though she refused to open them, but at that moment, Synn decided it was a good time to push a finger deep into her pussy and she opened her mouth at the sharp zing that rocketed through her. Chantal took the opportunity to sweep her tongue inside. Rena gave herself over to the invasion and tangled her tongue with Chantal’s, the sinful pleasure flowing through her veins to leave her completely at the mercy of these people. Synn’s mouth sucked at her clit as he pushed his finger inside, pressing it forward, while the other woman sucked on her left breast.
Rena surrendered to them, indulging in every sensation. At Chantal’s moan, she grasped the woman’s head and took control of the kiss. She embraced the forbidden.
Synn’s finger became more demanding as it pumped into her, his tongue sending spirals of excitement radiating from her clit to connect with the suction at her breast and the tongue inside her mouth. She arched into it all, grasping as her whole body tightened, all sensation wound to a peak, and then converged.
She screamed as her climax swept through her in a powerful wave, rocking her against the many mouths that titillated her. It split her apart, and she gasped as the pulsing of her orgasm continued and continued until one by one everyone ceased their attentions. Synn slowly pushed his tongue inside her, causing a final shudder.
She shivered. Her body trembling as if she were outside in the middle of winter, and she couldn’t stop. Her muscles tensed and shook, and she wrapped her arms over her chest.
“Mon Dieu, Synn, you must get this child to the bath now. She is shaking from the release. Up, Up. Now.” Chantal clapped her hands to punctuate her point.
Rena wanted to hide beneath the table at her reaction to her orgasm before these sophisticated sexual mavens, but one look at Synn’s conce
rned face and thoughts of hiding flew away. He pulled her to a sitting position and scooped her into his arms. In three strides he reached the Roman bath and sat in the warm water with her in his lap, his toga plastered to his body.
Her muscles relaxed. She nestled against his chest, comforted by the cinnamon smell of him and the exquisitely heated water.
His arms squeezed her and he kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry. That was too much for you.”
She shook her head against his hard pectoral muscle. “No, I just lost all my body warmth.” She tipped her head to smirk at him. “I think you sucked it all out of me.”
He laughed, a sound she never heard from him and it warmed her from the inside out. He needed to laugh more.
He tucked her head beneath his chin. “Ah, Rena, you brighten my very existence.”
She shivered at the mention of his existence, and he held her tighter. Would he exist forever? She fisted the material of his wet toga as it floated in the water.
He lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes, his brows lowered in concern. “What is it? You have grown stiff in my arms.”
She closed her eyes for a moment to gain control of her emotions. “I think I’m just tired. That was quite an experience.” She opened her eyes and pouted. “And I didn’t even have a chance to try Synn à la mode.”
His cock jumped against her ass, and she couldn’t contain her smile. She made that occur with just her words. “I take it you are disappointed too?”
He shook his head. “I don’t think you could ever disappoint me. You have been more than I ever dreamed. I wish…”
He looked away.
She touched his chest. “You wish what?”
He hesitated. “I wish you had come to the Abbey sooner.”
Something in his voice told her that wasn’t what he’d been about to say, but she very much doubted she’d coerce him into telling her anything he didn’t want to. She relaxed in his arms instead, enjoying the warmth of both him and the water. “How can this bath have such hot water? We don’t have running hot water here yet.”
Synn sat straighter and his chest rose with pride. “I designed it so when the fires were lit for the colored rooms, a fire lit beneath this pool of water. The time between dusk and midnight is plenty to bring the water to this temperature.”
