by Lexi Post
Rena marveled at the coolness of Eve’s delicate fingers, but her own blush heated her face. Instead of answering, she nodded.
“Good. It is meant to be pleasurable. I understand we have a new guest this evening.”
Synn unhooked Rena’s arm and put his around her waist. “We do, but we don’t know how he will react.”
She shuddered. “We don’t? I do.” Bryce was good at making people feel like idiots and her fear was that he would unleash his substantial arrogance upon her ghosts, her friends.
Eve touched her arm. “You never really know, dear. Some people you think would be horrified, find they love the Pleasure Rooms while others you thought would enjoy them, run away in self-righteous anger. I’ve never understood that.”
“I doubt it will be self-righteous anger, but I would bet money on pure disdain. At least that has been my experience.”
Synn’s gentle squeeze of her waist made her glance up at him to find him smiling in understanding. “You may be right,” he turned to Jonathan, “but there is only one way to find out. I’m looking forward to this more than I should.” Synn’s smile morphed into pure devilment.
Jonathan laughed. “Synn, I haven’t seen you this excited ever. Is it your new guest or your partner in pleasure tonight?”
Oh, damn. She wanted to sink into the floor. Was there a lever she could pull to do just that?
Synn squeezed her waist again, his sensitivity to her embarrassment reassuring. “Definitely my partner.”
Jonathan put his arm around his wife and his face grew serious as he addressed Synn. “Have you discovered why Eric was causing problems?”
“Father Richard believes it’s because he does not want to cross over.”
Rena looked at Synn. “Father Richard? There’s a priest here?”
Eve pouted prettily. “A ghostly priest who only speaks to Synn.”
“That’s true, but I’m also the only one who caught his right hook.” He rubbed his jaw for emphasis.
Rena pulled away from him. “A priest hit you?”
“Laid him out flat on the floor of the chapel.” Jonathan smiled widely.
She had a ghostly priest in the chapel? Why hadn’t Synn told her? She wanted to talk to this priest…maybe. “Does he always hit people who come into the chapel, or just you?”
Synn grinned sheepishly. “No, just me when I deserve it. Trust me, you don’t want to make him angry.”
She cocked her head. “I was in the chapel last week and I didn’t see him.”
Synn pulled her back against him. “Nor will you. As they said, he only appears for me and even then it’s not a guarantee.”
Hmmm, she wanted to talk to the father in regards to Synn. There was so much she wanted to know and she had a feeling the father could tell her.
Trent entered the Exhibition Room. “Synn, your guest is waiting.”
Rena tensed, and Synn kissed the top of her head even as he buzzed her pussy alive.
“Oh.” It caught her off guard, making her aware once again of the rubbing nipple clamps.
Synn turned back to Trent. “Is Eric still restrained?”
The footman scowled. “He slipped our clutches, but we have a full-scale hunt underway to find him. Darby is directing it.”
“Do your best, man. He’s bound to show up sooner rather than later.”
Trent raised his brow. “You can count on it.”
As the man departed, Synn whispered something to Jonathan.
Rena tensed. Now she had to play host to Bryce in a Pleasure Palace while a rogue ghost was on the loose. Could things get any worse?
Eve whispered in her ear, “Believe me, everything will work out for the best.”
She nodded, wondering what “the best” would be as Synn led her away into the Voyeur Room, the nipple chain tugging on her nipples as they walked out to meet Bryce.
* * * * *
“About time. Your bouncer here wouldn’t let me in until you arrived. I’ve been waiting ten minutes already. As if it isn’t bad enough I had to get up in the middle of the night to attend this party. I also had to wear this costume.” Bryce wore a tan version of Synn’s outfit minus the top hat. It fit him well and complemented his fairness, which paled considerably next to Synn.
Synn gave his condescending nod. “We are very glad you could join us. I apologize for your wait, but there are a few rules to the Masque you need to be aware of.”
Rena grimaced at how polite Synn was when Bryce acted like a spoiled brat. Had she really been engaged to this man?
“Rules? For a party? You mean like leave your keys at the door so no one drives home drunk?”
Synn looked at her in question.
She shrugged. She’d never been to that kind of party with Bryce.
Synn wrapped his arm about her waist. “Our rules are, first, anyone with a mask on is entitled to keep their identity a secret. However, if they take their mask off or are not wearing one, you can ask their name. They will not ask yours as long as you have your mask on. Do you have your mask?”
Bryce held up a simple tan mask that matched his pantaloons. “Anything else?”
“Yes. No one has to do anything they do not want to do. This is strictly enforced.”
Bryce pulled his mask into place. “Good, I’ve never been into those childish drinking games.”
Rena coughed to hide her laughter, catching his full attention.
He looked down his nose. “Don’t you think the neckline on that dress is a bit low?”
She shook her head, truly seeing what an ass he was. “Not for tonight. It is, after all, a Victorian Masque.”
“I suppose. Now can we go in?”
Synn pulled Rena to the side and opened his arm. “After you.”
They entered the Voyeur Room while a man undressed his fair-haired companion. As Bryce walked by, staring, the woman blew him a kiss. He pulled back as if slapped and sped into the Exhibition Room.
Rena glanced at Synn to catch him smirking and suddenly it all made sense. Synn had designed a plan. Every room they entered was carefully orchestrated. As Bryce stopped, she glanced at the stage. No one was there yet and Eve and Jonathan approached once again.
Synn turned to Bryce. “Here are two friends of ours. If you would like to watch the show, they have reserved you a seat.”
Bryce puffed, gathering his pride like a shield. “Yes, I wouldn’t mind some entertainment.”
Knowing what he was about to witness, she almost felt bad for him. Almost.
Eve hooked her arm with Bryce and gestured elegantly. “This way. We have a front-row seat for you.”
Rena stood on tiptoe to whisper in Synn’s ear. “Aren’t we going to sit too?”
He responded in kind. “No. We need to be here to go with him to the next room if he decides to continue.”
As soon as Bryce was seated, a lovely blonde-haired woman she hadn’t seen before stepped onto the stage in a robe. She resembled a painting Rena had seen of Lady Godiva. However, this lady made no pretense at shyness or teasing. She untied the belt and let the robe slither to the floor. Her huge breasts were high and her hips wide. Her hair fell to her waist in waves and her legs were long. Rena watched Bryce. His whole body was stiff as a corpse as he stared.
The woman sauntered to the bed, sat in the middle and began to play with her own nipples. She twirled and pulled them, kneading her whole breast and taking one nipple into her mouth.
Rena glanced at her own breasts. Could she do that? It had never occurred to her.
She returned her gaze to the audience to check Bryce. Was he leaning forward? Yes. He couldn’t take his eyes off the exhibitionist, the hypocrite.
The beautiful blonde now lay on her back. She spread her legs wide and stroked her clit. The mirrors surrounding the bed gave every angle of her performance.
Then she pushed her fingers into her pussy and Rena’s clenched. A vibration deep inside her caused her to gasp. She didn’t look at Synn because she didn
’t want to see his smirk. How could he walk with the cock ring buzzing him all night and act so calm? All he had to do was hit that pulse button on her vibrator and her knees went weak.
The woman moaned. One hand pulled at her nipple while another rubbed at her clit, the pace much faster now. Rena’s pussy buzzed again and didn’t stop. With her eyes on the performer’s fingers, her own insides clenched, the pleasure of the vibration in her pussy causing wetness to seep down her thighs. Her nails bit into Synn’s arm, but she didn’t care. She would not make a noise with Bryce practically drooling at the stage.
As the woman came with moans of pleasure, Rena’s vibrations stopped and she breathed heavily to try to slow her racing heart.
Bryce rose suddenly and stalked from his seat, the woman’s heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
As he approached, his face flushed with color. “I need a drink.”
Synn gestured toward the archway of the next room. “Of course, right this way. I believe Rena could use something as well.”
She pasted on a smile. Synn would be so sorry he teased her like this. “I am a bit parched.”
He once again had Bryce precede them, but not before she caught sight of Synn’s distinct hard-on inside the tight-fitting pants. Pure satisfaction that he was as excited as she had her grinning like a shopaholic at Macy’s.
They entered the Threesome Room and found two dark-haired ladies sitting on one of the large beds. Both were dressed like she was, but neither wore a mask. They were what she would picture a girl next door to look like in the late 1800s. Both ladies stood as they approached.
Synn made the introductions. “My friends, this is Beth and Mary.”
Mary, who had a mole on her left cheek and the reddest lips Rena had ever seen, stepped close to Bryce and held out her hand. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
He nodded and took her fingers in his in a slight squeeze, his appreciation evident as his gaze swept to Mary’s ample bosom before his attention was caught by Beth laying a hand on his arm.
She had ringlets of brown hair framing her face and beautiful pale-blue eyes. She took his arm. “You are flushed, dear. Would you like a seat?”
“Thank you, I would.”
The two ladies brought him to the bed to sit.
Synn disengaged his arm from hers. “I will ask Gwen for drinks.”
With Synn gone, Rena found herself the object of Bryce’s scrutiny.
“What are you running here? A whorehouse?”
Her ire rose along with the heat in her cheeks. “Of course not. This is a Victorian Masque. People do what they want to do. Thanks to you, I thought such activities were only for the lowly, but as I have witnessed, fine ladies like Beth and Mary here can still have healthy sexual appetites.”
Bryce pursed his lips, but Mary stroked his hair, causing him to relax a little.
Beth crooned, “Oh, you are very hot and stiff. Would you like to divest yourself of your coat?”
Bryce gazed into her fascinating eyes and nodded.
Rena shook her head. Synn would teach Bryce a very valuable lesson. Synn’s cleverness melted her heart. She had so much respect for him. How could she stop from caring for him?
A buzz in her pussy caught her unawares. “Oh.”
“What?” Bryce glared at her.
What did she ever see in this man? “Oh, nothing, I just remembered I needed to tell Synn about tomorrow night.”
Bryce’s lips turned into a sneer. “Will you be hosting another Masque?”
She opened her mouth to answer, but Synn entered.
“I brought you a cognac, from France, but if you prefer, I have single malt scotch as well.”
Bryce shook his head. “The cognac is fine. Thanks.”
Synn handed him the drink before giving her a glass of red wine. Taking a sip, she let the warmth of the alcohol spread through her, helping her relax. Synn’s hand came around her waist, moving her dress, which tugged at her right nipple, sending tingles racing to her already wet pussy. Glancing at his face, it was clear he knew what he had done, the devil.
Beth smoothed the material on Bryce’s thigh. “These are fine pantaloons. So soft.”
Mary bent across Bryce, examining his package, exposing her large breasts to him. His Adam’s apple moved up and down hard. When Mary brushed his hair from his face, at the same time Beth’s hand touched his cock, he snapped. Pulling Mary’s mouth to his, his hand grabbed at her breast and she moaned with pleasure. The movement must have been all Beth needed. She started to unbutton his pants.
Chapter Fifteen
The bastard! If only she could have filmed him, but even she wasn’t that adventurous.
Synn’s smile, however, could not have been wider as he pulled her tight against him and walked her from the room. In the Orgy Room, Chantal and her friends were in various states of undress, but they simply talked.
Synn stopped and addressed them. “We will let our guest enjoy himself in the library. He has Beth and Mary to keep him entertained, and if I’m not mistaken, Annette will be providing him with a show upstairs.
Chantal’s partner nodded, but she pouted. “I guess it be for de best. We will have to play without him. So, mon frere, are we free to continue the Masque as usual?”
He looked at her as he answered, “Yes, as usual. We will be making use of the Toy Room.”
Chantal winked. “Enjoy, chérie.”
Rena blushed and murmured a quick “thank you” before Synn guided her toward the archway. Every step she took pulling on one nipple then the other.
Passing through the Delicious Sex Room, Synn only had to nod before all activity commenced. Women and men climbed onto tables while others gathered food from the bar and prepared to decorate their favorite person.
When they arrived in the Violet Room, Synn buzzed her pussy again. They were alone, and she pulled away from him, stumbling as she grabbed a chair for support. “You have a knack for doing that at the most inopportune times.”
He raised a brow. “Maybe, or maybe they are the perfect times. Are you wet for me?”
The blunt question caught her off guard and refocused her attention to the area he referred to. She could be blunt too. “Yes. I’m so wet it is dripping down my thighs and has been for a while now.”
Synn’s nostrils flared and his eyes shifted. Oh Lord, he was sexy. His gaze turned predatory and a thrill raced up her back. If he had planned this much of the evening, what else did he have in store?
“Come here, Rena.”
She hesitated. Maybe she should make him come for her, but a sudden buzz deep inside had her catching her breath and taking the few steps to reach him. “Okay, I’m here.” She’d meant her words to sound flippant, but instead they came out as a husky invitation.
Synn held her face in his hands and kissed her. It began gentle, loving, but grew passionate as his tongue pushed into her mouth, conquering her with his demand to taste. As he released her face, his hands traveled down and pushed her neckline beneath her breasts, a place it had gravitated to all evening. Carefully, he pulled the chain of the nipple clamps from her dress and held it in his hand.
She sucked in a breath. She wanted him to tug, but he simply held it as her pussy clenched with need and her nipples became painfully hard.
Finally, he pulled the chain toward him, stretching her nipples as he started the buzz deep inside her canal. Any pretense of control left her. She grabbed his arm to steady herself as he relaxed his hold on the chain, but left the vibrator humming through her core.
“Synn, please.”
“But we have only begun to play.” His deep voice hit an octave lower than she’d ever heard before, and a shiver raced across her skin.
She looked into his eyes and found a desire so raw, she caught her breath, her juices flowing harder. He wanted her, her body, her pussy. The knowledge was an aphrodisiac. “Then you better turn that damn thing off or I’m going to come right now.”
He laughed a deep, low rumble, but stopped the vibrating bullet.
She stared at his crotch. “How can you stand to have that cock ring vibrating around you all night?”
He shrugged. “It stopped vibrating before Bryce arrived.”
She stared at him. He hadn’t been tortured and kept in a constant state of readiness like she had been? Not fair! Her sexual frustrations were too much. “Urgh.” She slapped his arm hard.
His face turned serious and doubt slid up her spine. That couldn’t have hurt him. His biceps was as hard as the stone walls that surrounded them. She caught his gaze and found not anger, but desire and dominance. The blue of his eyes intensified, and his mouth opened as he expelled a deep breath.
He grabbed her upper arms, but he didn’t hurt her. The controlled strength of his hold and the pure power radiating from him made it clear she was his and he would do as he pleased. Her pussy ached even as her nipples strained toward him.
His mouth came down upon hers and his tongue swept inside, branding her. When she was out of breath and only standing upright because of his hold, he turned her around and bent her over one of the cushioned barstools. The position moved the vibrator inside her to touch a different place, causing a whole new set of tingles to race through her arms and legs. She grasped the barstool to keep herself vertical.
When Synn lifted her skirts, she looked over her shoulder to see him methodically rolling up the yards of material like a window shade. The cool air hitting the wet drizzle on her thigh caused her to shiver. He untied the hoop and pulled it down, and she reveled in his touch against her bare skin. She caught a glimpse of a long ribbon, and her pussy clenched with anticipation, but he didn’t use it to bind her. Instead he tied her skirts in place. Who thought of such a thing? Synn.
He leaned over her, his hard cock through his soft pantaloons touching her ass as he brought his lips to her ear. “Now, Rena.” His voice was but a low whisper and yet its command was clear. “I’m going to play with your body. I’m going to explore your arousal points and give you orgasms in multiple ways, but I need to know if you trust me. Will you allow me to do anything I want?”
