by Lexi Post
Was that why he had her face covered in the most elaborate mask yet with peacock feathers brushing her temples? Maybe he expected to win quickly by dressing her in the beautiful gown, but without any of the numerous under-pieces that were worn beneath it. She had no chemise, so her breasts were exposed almost to her nipple. She kept looking at them and seeing her areolas, but Synn assured her it was only because of the angle she viewed them from. When he placed her in front of her mirror, she had seen he was correct. But if she breathed wrong, her nipples might pop out. Beneath the small hooped skirt, she wore no bloomers, no panties, not even stockings. Lacing her bare feet into the soft kid boots was strange, but not uncomfortable. Maybe this room was about sex with clothes on.
As if on cue, the room changed. Once again walls spun, and a bar was revealed, this one with bottles of liquor. A section of the floor lifted to provide a large wooden cabinet with glass windows. As the movement of the room stopped, she approached the cabinet. “Oh, my God.” Her breathy remark was heard by no one, but it didn’t matter. She now knew what the game room turned into after midnight. The Toy Room.
Owning very few sexual toys herself, she took advantage of Synn’s absence to view the various implements. Many she’d never seen, but a few were obvious, if antiquated. A number of dildos were on the lower shelf, but it was doubtful they would vibrate. There were feathers, candles, and what looked like old clip-on earrings. She looked at the next shelf above and found modern vibrators. Did Synn go shopping? There were all types of vibrators, a double-ended dildo, more earrings with a chain between them, which didn’t make sense to her, and skinny dildos shaped with small bulbs spaced apart.
“Do you see anything you like?” Synn’s deep bass sent tingles of goose bumps down her spine.
She turned and took a steadying breath. He was drop-dead gorgeous with his simple black mask and evening attire, even if he did wear his hair in a ponytail so the top hat would fit. His broad shoulders filled the coat and his gray pantaloons were so tight as to be indecent, showing off his cock and balls to perfection. “Yes, I do. You.”
He chuckled, a sound she was pleased to hear again. He seemed almost happy. Maybe because of whatever he had planned for Bryce, and she was positive he had something planned.
He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist and gave her a searing kiss. “And I like what I see. But tonight is about playing, and I was able to purchase new toys just for you.”
She looked over her shoulder and then back into his stormy eyes. “Where did you get these from?”
He shrugged. “Matt is a wealth of information and quite willing to run an errand or two.”
Her cheeks heated at the thought of Matt buying sex toys for Synn to use with her.
He squeezed her waist. “Don’t worry, I told him it was for some of the ladies who can’t leave the confines of the Abbey. Quite frankly, I can’t believe you have such shops now.”
It was her turn to grin. “And I can’t believe they had these toys back when you…ah, lived here.”
Synn’s smile changed to a self-deprecating smirk. “We had a lot of interesting ways to find sexual satisfaction, but it was a hidden activity. One of the reasons the prince only held his Masques after midnight and had these rooms designed to change.”
Dressed in a beautiful Victorian dress, she could understand the need for secrecy. If she had everything on she was supposed to have, it would take Synn a half-hour to strip her naked. “Is that also why the prince mandated all the sex be held in these rooms and nowhere else?”
Synn stepped back. “Have you been gossiping?”
She wasn’t sure if he was angry or teasing. “No, but when Mrs. McMurray and I have afternoon tea, we do chat about the old days, if you will.”
“I didn’t realize you had become such a friend to her.”
Did he look down on her for fraternizing with the servants? The inadequacy Bryce had instilled flipped into anger. “And what is wrong with that? I have a very hard time having ‘servants’ around. America isn’t like that and neither is Canada. According to our American Constitution, we are all created equal. As far as I’m concerned, Mrs. McMurray is as important as I am and probably more so because she anticipates my needs. I never ask her to do anything for me.”
She took a breath as the wonder of her last statement sank in. It was true. She never had to ask Mrs. McMurray for anything.
Synn chuckled again before taking her in his arms and spinning her around. “Ah, Rena, I’m so pleased to hear you say that.” He set her on her feet again and she readjusted her dress to hide her exposed nipples.
He put his hand over hers. “Your heart is just what this abbey has needed. It took me a good twenty years to understand what you just now said. We were still living as aristocrats in a country that shouldn’t have had any. Being trapped here with these people showed me my error, and I mended my ways.” He wiggled his brow. “But not all of them. I suggest we begin before Bryce joins us.”
She pressed her hand to his chest. “About Bryce. You need to know that the man believes anything beyond missionary sex is crass. He…”
She swallowed. She hadn’t told anyone why Bryce had ended their engagement. She didn’t need to tell Synn, but she wanted to. She licked her lips and looked into his eyes.
The gray of his eyes calmed her. “What did he do?”
She took a deep breath. “He broke off our engagement because I wanted to do something of a sexual nature that he thought was beneath him. He said it proved I was.”
Synn pulled her into his arms and stroked her back. She rested her face against his chest.
“What did you ask him to do?”
When Synn spoke, his voice vibrated against her cheek. She loved that. Feeling safe, knowing the man whose arms she rested in didn’t judge her, what she had wanted suddenly didn’t seem so bad. “I asked him to tie me up.”
Synn’s hand on her back stilled and his breathing beneath her cheek sped. Fear raced through her heart as he pushed her back to arm’s length.
Oh God, she couldn’t be rejected again, especially not by him. “It was just for play. I didn’t mean anything by it, but he freaked out.”
Synn’s mouth was open and he stared at her as if he had seen a ghost. She wished for the ability to dematerialize herself. What had she been thinking to tell him? Her heart shrunk within her chest and water seeped into her eyes. He was a complete blur before he scooped her into his arms and buried his face against her chest. His hat fell to the floor in the process. His body vibrating…with laughter?
“Synn?”
He shook his head against her chest, still laughing, or crying, or she didn’t know what. Holding on to his shoulder with one hand, she forced his head up with her other hand. His smile was wider than the ocean and left her breathless. His eyes sparkled with unshed tears as if he’d laughed so hard, he’d cried, but that couldn’t be. This was stoic Synn.
He shook his head again and dropped her feet to the ground, but he pulled her toward him and cupped her face. “I love you.”
Rena froze before Synn’s gentle kiss on her lips coaxed the heat back into her limbs. Her mind fought her body’s enjoyment of the kiss as it raced to what he’d said.
He ended the kiss and put his hands on her shoulders. “I am thrilled you wanted to be tied up. In fact, I have dreamed of dominating you in such away. Will you allow me that pleasure?”
Confusion warred with titillating excitement at Synn’s reaction. Did he love her or not? Or was he just thrilled at her weird interest. He wanted to tie her up and make love to her. Completely off balance, she nodded to his request. What happened?
Synn’s face grew serious. “Thank you.”
He didn’t have to be grateful. She should be grateful he wasn’t repulsed. Nothing made any sense.
He took her hand. “Come. Tonight we play. I have a few new toys I want to try.”
Chapter Fourteen
Synn perused the toys in the cabinet while his mind
raced. He hadn’t realized how tense he’d been about introducing Rena to the Black Room until that moment. The relief, coupled with his strong feelings for her, overwhelmed him. Nothing had hit him that hard since the deaths of the Abbey occupants. It would make tonight more enjoyable knowing what had destroyed her relationship with their guest. That hadn’t been a good match. He, on the other hand, was perfect for her. The thought of using his knowledge of bondage on her had his cock paying attention. What he had with Rena was…
He glanced at her profile. She stared blankly at nothing. Why would she— Bloody hell, he’d told her he loved her. No wonder she was in shock. Blast, he meant he loved that she would enjoy being restrained. He couldn’t love her. He cared for her enough to want to continue with her after the Masque was completed. That he had come to accept. But love her? It would be a doomed enterprise.
He turned his own gaze toward the shelf. What did she think? What could she think? They were centuries apart. He rubbed his chest. It felt strange and uncomfortable. He shut off his thoughts. He needed the open air to mull over this problem and tonight was for play.
He reached into the cabinet and selected a bullet-sized toy with a separate control. He needed to get her mind off what he’d said, make her forget it all until he could sort it out himself. “I think we will start with this and,” he picked up nipple clamps, “these.”
Her focus returned to him and he grinned. The thought of what they would do tonight had the blood rushing to his cock, which made it much easier to focus on the task at hand.
She touched the nipple clamps. “What are these? I thought they were earrings, but the chain between them would hang under a woman’s chin.”
He raised his brows. “You’ve never seen these before?”
She shook her head.
His cock hardened further. She was a virgin in so many ways and he couldn’t wait to introduce her to the pleasure of toys. “These are nipple clamps. Let me show you.” He tugged on the neckline of her gown and her breast popped out like an old-fashioned jack-in-the-box.
She covered herself with her hands. “Synn, Bryce might come in.”
He gritted his teeth. He couldn’t wait to strike that name from her vocabulary forever. “No, he won’t, as I told him I would send for him at half past the hour. Now remove your hands so we can be ready when he gets here.”
Her hesitancy bothered him more than he wanted to acknowledge, but she finally put her arms to her sides as she curiously looked at the clamps. “Do they hurt?”
Her complete capitulation had his erection becoming painful. On their way through the White Room he would have to pilfer some cold water to cool it off. “No, they won’t hurt. You can adjust them to how you like them. Here, I’ll show you.”
He held one breast in his hand, resisting the urge to suck on her stone-hard nipple. She was so responsive it made his own control that much harder to find. Gently, determined not to let his hands shake, he clipped the toy on her nub and tightened. “How is that?”
Her face had a rosy hue to it and her chest rose and fell rapidly. “It doesn’t hurt. Will it stay on?”
“Yes.” He swallowed hard and concentrated on keeping his fingers steady as he clipped the other end on her other nipple.
“Synn, this is making me,” she licked her lips, “hot.”
“Good.” Carefully, he lifted the neckline of the gown so it covered her nipples and areolas, pressing those clamps tight against her breasts, but leaving the chain loose beneath the front to sway with her walk.
She laid her hand on his forearm. “I think I need to sit down.”
He could understand why, her breathing had tripled, and he could tell she was already wet between her legs, which was exactly what he needed next. Unfortunately, he’d lost control of his own breathing as well.
Trying to concentrate on what he wanted to do, he sat her on the closest wingback chair. He didn’t want her walking yet. That sensation should be a surprise.
He lifted the bullet vibrator and showed it to her. “Do you know what this is?”
She blushed a deep-red hue. “Yes. It’s a small vibrator.”
He knelt at her feet. “I’m going to put it into your pussy. Would you like that?”
Her breathing stopped for a moment and for a fleeting second he wondered if her corset was too tight before remembering she didn’t have one on.
Her breath expelled in a rush, and she nodded.
“Can you tell me what you want? Will you say the words, so I can be sure?” He grinned crookedly, torturing himself.
She visibly swallowed. “Synn, please push that vibrator deep inside my pussy.”
At her words, sweat formed above his upper lip. What had he been thinking? Lifting her skirts, he surreptitiously wiped his mouth and laid the soft material on her lap. He spread her legs. With hard-fought control, he stroked his fingers around her opening, pushing aside her small sphere of chocolate curls, careful not to touch her clit. She would come too soon if he touched her there. His fingers were covered in her juices, and he gritted his teeth against his urge to take her immediately. With deliberate slowness, he pushed the bullet into her tight canal until it was sucked inside. The thought of retrieving it had his cock pounding. With effort, he dropped her skirts.
She had her eyes closed, but her breasts rose and fell rapidly. He couldn’t resist. He took the small separate control and set it on low. He pushed the pulse twice.
Her eyes flew open. “Synn!”
Rena stared at Synn. Never had she been so sexually primed, so completely at another’s mercy. She loved it, but the pulse of vibration deep in her pussy had her grateful she sat. The man was the king of sin. His grin didn’t help either. The wicked look in his eyes told her he had more planned.
He stood and offered her his hand. “Are you ready?”
Ready? Ready for what? She cocked her head. “I don’t know. Am I?”
He nodded, full of confidence in his ability to please her. She couldn’t argue with him there. Carefully, she stood, the movement of the dress pulling her nipples lightly, but nothing changed below. Her labia, thick and ready, remained slick. Synn offered her his arm as he did whenever they strolled the rooms.
She shook her head. “Uh-uh. If we are going anywhere, you have to wear something too.”
He smirked. “I do?”
“Yes, and I get to choose.”
He bowed. “As you wish.” Sweeping his arm aside, he allowed her access to the cabinet. By time she took her second step, she understood the nipple clamps and stopped. The chain swung against her belly, which itself titillated, but then the weight of the chain transferred to one nipple more than the other and tugged before swinging back to tug on the other. She glanced over her shoulder. “You are going to want to stroll all the way to the Blue Room, aren’t you?”
Instead of answering her, the bullet in her pussy buzzed. As the unexpected zing sizzled through her core and down her legs, her knees weakened, and she grabbed a nearby chair to keep from falling. Catching her breath again, she squinted at him before turning her attention back to the cabinet shelves.
Two could play this game. She decided on a cock ring with its own vibration. Unfortunately, it didn’t have a remote control. Poor Synn. Constant stimuli would be his punishment for torturing her with toys.
She smiled as she turned to face him and lowered herself to unbutton his pants. She could limit the stimulation to her nipples, but her pussy was beyond her control. With Synn’s large, hard cock hanging outside his britches, she licked her lips, knowing he watched. His penis jumped, and she steadied it as she slipped the rubber cock ring on and pushed the small vibrator button. His thigh muscles rippled at the pulsation and she smirked. Who would play with whom tonight? Buttoning him back in was a struggle, but she managed to hide the vibrator mechanism against his balls so it didn’t show through his pantaloons. Still, his cock looked damn big.
He helped her rise without a word and turned her face to his for a kiss. A
s his tongue swept into her mouth, she groaned before a vibration ran from her pussy to her toes and she squeaked.
He shook his head as he pulled her arm within his. “You will need to be more circumspect. We wouldn’t want everyone to know about your toys, especially Bryce.”
“You wouldn’t.”
He walked her to the door, the chain pulling her nipples one at a time, sending spirals of pleasure to her pussy.
“Oh, but I would.”
The idea of her pussy vibrating while Bryce remained clueless gave her a secret satisfaction, as if she thumbed her nose at him, or pussy as the case may be. That was if she could hide her reaction, and around Synn, that was hardly guaranteed.
* * * * *
Synn made the most of his control. As they spoke to Gwen in Delicious Sex, Trent left to escort Bryce from his room, and Synn buzzed her pussy, causing her to grasp his arm hard to remain standing as wetness seeped from her folds. In the Orgy Room, they found Chantal and her group. They wore their masks as well, so no introductions were made, but comments on the best bed for three couples were exchanged.
In the Threesome Room, they found Annette already kissing a man on a chair on the second-floor balcony, in the other chair sat Byron, ready and waiting. The fun redhead came up for breath and Rena recognized Matt. But Annette had seen them and waved and in Rena’s mid-wave return, her insides vibrated. She gritted her teeth in her smile before looking at Synn to find him grinning like a schoolboy. Her irritation at being so sensitized died, and a yearning built in her chest.
When they entered the Exhibition Room, they found Eve and Jonathan. At their entrance, the couple greeted them, both wearing their masks.
Eve offered her hands. “It’s so good to see you. Are you enjoying the Violet Room?”
