ThePleasureDevice

by Regina Kammer

  But then again, Helena was to be violated. Nicholas simply had to save her no matter what.

  “Yes,” he finally agreed. “I’ll come by around eight-thirty tonight. Be waiting for me at the service door because I don’t want to have to knock. Any unusual noise will be suspect.”

  Grace took his hand and smiled. “Thank you, Dr. Ramsay.”

  * * * * *

  Julius drew in a deep breath, savoring the night, feeling something wonderful, something electric in the air. He hadn’t frigged himself all day anticipating the evening’s events. He sat back in his office chair and closed his eyes to better hear the sound of her approaching carriage, her footsteps in the hall, her tender voice call his name, smell the fragrance he had requested she wear. The anticipation made him remarkably hard.

  He started at a noise coming from downstairs. He’d thrash Grace if she did anything to disrupt—or, God forbid, prevent—his escapade. Helena wasn’t expected for about twenty minutes. He left the peace of his office to investigate the unwelcome disturbance.

  He certainly didn’t expect to see Dr. Nicholas Ramsay in the servant’s hall.

  “What the devil are you doing here, Ramsay?” he said with calm annoyance.

  Ramsay’s eyes betrayed the seething acrimony roiling inside. “I wanted something in my office,” he said curtly. “I thought maybe the service door would be unlocked as I’ve forgotten my key.”

  “It will have to wait for tomorrow.” Julius pointed to the back door. “Out. I’m busy and I cannot let you upstairs.”

  Ramsay did not move. The space between them lay thick with tension. Something else was going on. Something else indeed.

  Ramsay narrowed his eyes. “If you must know, I left some medicine for Lavinia on my desk. I’ve got—”

  “Well, get it at a chemist’s. There’s a man open all night up on King’s Road and, I don’t need to remind you, you’re a doctor.” He had no time to put up with this nonsense.

  But the young man hesitated, seemingly in no hurry to get badly needed medicine for his ill lover.

  “Ramsay, I will not tell you again—out.”

  Ramsay pursed his lips and exhaled with an annoyed growl before turning to leave. Julius watched him close the door behind him and listened for his footsteps as he walked away.

  Then he ran up the stairs to Ramsay’s office, threw open the door, and looked around. Everything was in its proper place. Everything. The damn room was even cleaner than it had ever been when he himself had occupied it. He glanced at the desk. Also clean, notebooks stacked neatly. There was no medicine.

  He ran halfway down the stairs and spied Ramsay quietly returning through the back door.

  Damn. He should have locked it.

  Ramsay looked around before stepping onto the bottom tread.

  You bloody fool. “You’re not going anywhere, son.”

  The young doctor looked up in frozen surprise.

  Julius lunged at him.

  Ramsay’s shock quickly jolted into fury when Julius knocked him down, sending them both tumbling onto the hard floor. Ramsay was quick to push his knee between Julius’ thighs, clamping his other leg on top, squeezing, gaining leverage to try to twist Julius to the floor. It was a surprising move.

  But Julius was on top and had the advantage.

  He grabbed Ramsay’s thigh and pulled up, leaning over him, pushing his near shoulder to the ground opposite. Ramsay struggled against the counter-twist, releasing his hold to gain leverage, giving Julius the opportunity to crush him to the ground facedown.

  “You forget I also spent time in the Near East.” He hadn’t had to use such a dangerous maneuver for a long time, but his body still remembered the skills.

  Then, in one final swift move, Julius grabbed Ramsay’s right arm and twisted it deftly behind his back.

  “Ow!”

  Julius smiled to himself. Ramsay would know such a lock hold could do more than just immobilize him. “Keep your mouth shut and I won’t fracture the bone,” Julius sneered. “It would be rather troublesome to explain to your patients how their doctor had broken his arm.”

  That hit a nerve. The young man relented.

  “Now get up.”

  And like the intelligent young man he was, Ramsay complied.

  Adding a pinch to his victim’s hand, Julius steered him up the basement stairs and toward a low door behind the stairs to the upper floors. A door, from the look on his captive’s face, he had never noticed. Julius opened it and pushed Ramsay through.

  The room was dark save for the soft glow coming from the hall behind them and a brighter light coming through a small hole in the wall.

  “What the hell is this place?” asked Ramsay in utter astonishment, his head bobbing back and forth, up and down, trying to take in his surroundings.

  Julius tightened his grip and pushed him farther into the room. “You will do as I say or I cannot entirely guarantee her virtue.”

  That hit an even bigger nerve. “Yes, of course,” he mumbled.

  It had been a very long time since Julius had used the room for its intended purpose. From time to time, he checked the equipment to make sure it was in working order, just in case. It was not long after Grace had joined his staff that he had noticed the peephole in the wall. He had left it there, thinking no harm would come from a randy girl watching him bring the occasional female patient to climax. Now he realized how useful it could be.

  “Left arm up,” he commanded, still holding on to the right.

  Ramsay obeyed and watched in disbelief as Julius strapped his arm into a leather manacle hung by a chain from the ceiling.

  “Other arm.”

  Ramsay was too stunned to do otherwise. With the looming threat to his precious Helena, he simply complied and let Julius strap him into the other binding.

  The foot bindings were just as easy.

  “If you wish to watch the proceedings, you may.” Julius pointed to the peephole as he narrowed his eyes at Ramsay.

  The idea astonished the lad. His mouth fell open in shock.

  That would simply not do.

  Julius went to a small cupboard and took out a length of knotted leather. To be extra careful, he shoved his handkerchief in Ramsay’s mouth before gagging him.

  When he was finished, his attention was diverted by a noise upstairs.

  “Ah, the carriage,” he said with a taunting smirk. “And right on time.”

  * * * * *

  The chill of anxiety crept up Nicholas’ spine. Or perhaps it was astonishment. Or discomfort. His arms and shoulders were terribly uncomfortable. His neck and jaw too. The bindings were not altogether tight, it was just that he had never been in such a position in his life, even when he had been captured by Turkic tribesmen in the wilds of Asia.

  Thoughts flooded his mind. Thoughts of Dr. Christopher having such a peculiar thing as a bondage room. Thoughts of how he might use it. Of course Nicholas was not so innocent he did not know such things existed, he had just never seen, much less been in such a place. Then of course there was Helena. Beautiful Helena coming to visit the man of her own free will. A man who had a bondage room. Christ! Nicholas struggled futilely against his bindings in frustration and growing anger.

  She was there now, in the examination room, talking very politely to Dr. Christopher. All could be seen through the hole in the wall, and Nicholas watched every detail with immense interest and horror.

  At the doctor’s direction, she disappeared behind a screen for a spell, reappearing almost utterly devoid of clothing. She wore only her chemise and stockings, thin, delicate garments that clung to every sensuous curve. The fine linen gently draped around her perfect breasts, her nipples, hardened from the slight chill of the room, tented the fabric. She did not blush but appeared to be somewhat comfortable, perhaps confident, in her state of undress. She was innocence, beauty and desire all at once, and Nicholas could not stop staring. His mouth watered, wetting the crumpled cloth silencing him, as his cock stirre
d flagrantly between his bound legs.

  She lay down on the padded table and put her feet in the holders, spreading herself willingly before Dr. Christopher and unwittingly before him behind the peephole. Even the detestable doctor’s wolfish expression could not stop Nicholas’ irrepressible arousal. He was rock-hard.

  Dr. Christopher bent down over his patient and said something very quietly in her ear. Helena smiled, a sort of naughty smile it seemed, and nodded. Dr. Christopher gave a little bow, then covered her eyes with a blindfold.

  Nicholas cringed as the doctor reached out to touch Helena, then flinched when he pressed a finger to her most intimate of places. His stomach churned as Dr. Christopher massaged gently, taking far too much enjoyment in the act. Her view of her molester obscured, Helena writhed in response to his ministrations. Nicholas hoped against hope she imagined a fantasy lover, hoped she dreamed of him. Riveted, he could not wrench his eyes from the despicable sight. His prick was painfully hard.

  Helena let out a little moan, a joyous sound, and Dr. Christopher flipped the switch on his vibrating machine. The soft whirring could be heard in the small chamber under the stairs. Nicholas and Helena tensed in anticipation.

  “Good God, how the bloody hell did you get in here?”

  Grace’s hissing brought Nicholas back to his own predicament. She ran to the peephole and glimpsed at the scene on the other side, then looked down at the bulge between Nicholas’ legs and smirked.

  “Well, well, what have we here?” She cupped her hand over his balls and stroked her finger along the erection straining against his trousers.

  Nicholas recoiled against the restraints, trying to shake her off. Grace pressed against him. “You just watch the show. I’ll make sure you feel it too.” She pushed his head closer to the peephole, then knelt down in front of his crotch.

  Dr. Christopher positioned the vibrating wand over Helena’s clitoris.

  Grace unbuttoned Nicholas’ fly and drawers and freed his rampant cock.

  The wand touched Helena and she bucked up with a cry.

  Grace took Nicholas’ length into her warm, wet mouth.

  As he stimulated Helena, Dr. Christopher uttered encouragements in her ear, his face unabashedly reflecting his arousal. But Nicholas was far too distracted to consider such dreadfulness. His prick was being attended to with the utmost skill by his medical assistant. She was amazingly good. And thorough. He relaxed in his bindings.

  Helena writhed rhythmically, her moans measuring the erotic beat. Dr. Christopher’s free hand hovered over her perfect body, outlining her shape, her curves, not touching but trembling against the urge to do exactly that.

  As Grace’s tongue tortured Nicholas’ glans, as her fist clutched his shaft, Helena rocked her hips, thrusting up against the wand, undulating back down, scooping up again to press herself against the source of her pleasure. Her hands gripped the sides, pulling at the sheet covering the table. Her moans of ecstasy were music to Nicholas’ ears.

  Dr. Christopher took her hand and murmured to her, eliciting nods and questions in response. He guided her hand to the wand, holding it steady while she took hold and became used to its shape and vibration. She nodded and voiced her consent. Dr. Christopher withdrew his hand and smiled lasciviously as he watched the girl begin to stimulate herself with the instrument.

  Nicholas stared, enthralled, as his love held the device against herself. Helena did not waver but pressed the wand as if she knew exactly where she would feel the most pleasure. Her body responded with sensual squirms, she voiced her ecstasy with dulcet moans.

  He knew precisely what she was experiencing. Grace held his hips steady as she took him to the back of her throat. Tears welled in his eyes as he fought back every groan.

  Dr. Christopher positioned himself on a low stool between Helena’s opened legs, studying her sex, fluttering and swollen in excitation, his face the semblance of dissolution. A sudden lurch revealed what he was doing.

  Nicholas gasped. Dr. Christopher’s enormous prick stuck out through his opened fly. He stroked it, watching Helena, still murmuring encouragements to her, his fist gliding along the shaft in a rhythm to match Helena’s excited moans, growing louder, more frantic.

  She thrust up her hips, holding the wand with stronger resolution, her breath heaving, almost at her peak.

  Nicholas was on the edge. Grace sucked his prick resolutely, squeezing his balls gently in encouragement.

  Helena screamed, her raised hips hovering motionless for just a second before crashing down onto the table with a howl of contentment.

  Nicholas shot his seed into Grace’s hungry, swallowing mouth.

  Dr. Christopher continued to frig himself, more vigorously now, a touch of desperation beading on his brow. Helena stirred from her afterglow, moving the still-vibrating wand to her belly and reaching up to remove her blindfold.

  “No!” Dr. Christopher’s barking command could be heard clearly in both rooms. Helena froze. The doctor masturbated himself in earnest. His free hand reached out tentatively, then glided along Helena’s bare skin above her garter. His fingers stretched to stroke her satisfied labia.

  The blood boiled in Nicholas’ sated body. Anger replaced arousal.

  But Dr. Christopher never touched his prize. His head fell back and his body arched for a second before jerking forward. He pumped his cock, shooting the milky ejaculate onto the floor between Helena’s legs.

  Grace buttoned up Nicholas’ fly, kissed his cheek with a giggle, then left without a trace.

  Dr. Christopher made himself decent before he shut off the vibrating machine and removed Helena’s blindfold.

  For the rest of the time she was there, nothing untoward happened. Helena got dressed, doctor and patient talked, she said her goodbyes without ever noticing anything remiss on the floor. Dr. Christopher showed the young lady out, then returned to the examination room to clean up and put the equipment away.

  It was ages before he freed an extremely stiff and stunned Nicholas from his bindings. Not a word passed between the colleagues, only the clink of metal filled the void. Once unbound, Nicholas fought against the urge to thrash the man, his baser instincts tempered by his abhorrence of solving problems with violence and knowing Helena could still be put at risk.

  Instead, he left through the service door and walked home in a daze.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Nicholas had to soldier on the next morning as if nothing irregular had happened in the medical office the night before. There were patients to see, mothers and children who had come to depend on his attentive and compassionate services.

  The reminders were, however, palpably present. He had aches and bruises in places he had forgotten about. The formerly unnoticed door under the stairs mocked him in the daylight. He flushed at the first sign of Grace. She, however, took it all in stride, going about her business as if sucking the prick of her employer’s colleague was an expected part of her work. She tidied up his office and set out the tea tray with her usual cheer. His stomach churned when Dr. Christopher grunted the requisite “good morning” with a scowl. After that, the villain disappeared for the rest of the day.

  Nicholas, of course, had no idea what he would say to Helena—if he ever saw her again. She was engaged now and attended fewer luncheons and soirees, having, he supposed, a wedding to plan for instead.

  Lavinia insisted Nicholas stay in the game despite his morose mood. After an uninspired tumble in bed, they settled against the pillows. He asked her about the bondage room. She laughed with a toss of her head.

  “He still has that, does he?” A memory glinted in her golden-brown eyes as she threaded her fingers through the hair of his chest.

  “It seemed ill-used of late.”

  “He’s a scientist, Nicky, like you.” She drew spirals on his stomach with a finger. “He liked to see how the mind and body reacted to certain, well, stimuli. He took a lewd enjoyment of it all, but that really wasn’t my fancy.”

  Nichola
s had to admit to himself he wasn’t quite sure if it was his own fancy or not.

  “Darling, there’s a ball tonight—”

  “Good God, another one?” It was growing difficult to continue to be pleasant amongst the ton.

  “Yes. And you are escorting me,” she said, punctuating each word with a jab of her finger.

  He sighed.

  She smiled and cocked her head to look up at him. “I saw Penelope Hardcastle at the hat shop the other day. She expressly wondered if you would be there tonight.”

  “Ah, yes. Miss Hardcastle. I see now what you mean by girls on the shelf gaining confidence in their third seasons.”

  Lavinia’s mouth opened in surprise. “You dog! You didn’t!”

  “It was she who seduced me, I’ll have you know. At the Quimbys’. Third floor. Surely you know what goes on up there? I certainly did not.”

  Lavinia laughed, then cozied up to him. “Yes, well, just save some energy for me, darling.”

  * * * * *

  Lavinia glanced about the entry hall as soon as she and Nicholas arrived at Lord and Lady Hawkhurst’s home for their annual mid-Season ball. She knew most everybody and was ready with a blithe comment or sympathetic ear. But really she was looking out for her Nicholas and if there were any young women of fine character he had not yet met and with whom he should absolutely dance.

  She spied a certain young lady whose third or fourth season she was sure it was. “Nicky, have you met Margaret Withers yet?”

  “No, darling. Is she very handsome?” he asked in an overly charming manner.

  Lavinia looked Miss Withers over. The young lady stood out wearing a dress in the Aesthetic style with a Greco-Roman pallium crisscrossed over her bosom. “Oh terribly so. I think she reads books in Greek or some such odd preoccupation.”

  “Well, that sounds ideal.” His tone dripped sarcasm.

  Lavinia shot her lover a snide look. “You read Greek.”

  “I do. And German, and Latin and a smattering of Turkish, Arabic and Persian. Are there any lovely young ladies here tonight who can entertain me thusly?”