Stroke of Midnight (4 page)

The man didn’t move.

 Lucien chuckled. “Say the words ‘fuck her’. Tell them exactly what you want to see?”

“Fuck her. Make her come.”

 The man slid inside the woman and she groaned. Behind them, Lucien heard Alexander’s strangled gasp quite plainly. Alexander wanted his wife to dominate him, but he’d not been able to convince her to do so. This first step, while small, had given them both hope. While the two on the floor fucked hard, Lucien slid his hand over Henry’s pussy and slowly teased her open. She squirmed against his hand as the couple on the floor moaned and grunted. Lucien’s finger dipped inside her body and Henry shoved down on the digit, impaling herself.

Alexander made another sound, but luckily his wife was too far gone to notice. Alexander would be punished for breaking his silence. But that was a pleasure for tomorrow.

Lucien stopped watching the couple. Who needed them when he had Henrietta, the incomparable Lady Gage, panting in his arms, and Alexander desperate to moan behind? He added another finger to her depths, stroking her desires. She made little mewling sounds low in her throat. Her pussy juices coated his fingers, his hand, thickly. Her gaze fixed on the couple grunting at their feet. He turned her on his lap so he could see her face as she came, and Alex could better see what he was doing.

She peaked just as he added a third finger to her body. She clamped her thighs around his hand and cried out. Her eyes squeezed shut to block out the couple fucking on the floor nearby. Alexander whispered Master softly and then fell silent.

 When Henry’s eyes fluttered open again a few minutes later, she bit her lip, a bright blush coloring up her cheeks.

 Their eyes met and Lucien smiled at her. “Turn and watch them finish, Henry. They are waiting for your attention. You must never forget that when someone else depends on you to find fulfillment.”

She turned her head quickly and the pair on the floor both looked directly at Henry as they cried out their pleasure. The man slumped over the woman, pressing her roughly to the floor. After giving them a few minutes to enjoy the aftermath, Lucien cleared his throat. “You may go on to the next chamber.”

“Thank you, Master,” they murmured in unison. “Thank you, Mistress.”

When they were gone, Lucien widened Henry’s legs and slowly removed his hand from her pussy. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. Alexander was correct in his praise, Henry tasted heavenly.

“They called us Master and Mistress.”

“They did.” And they had better if they wanted to come here again. “Everyone who comes to my house on nights such as this must obey me. They will obey you, too.”

Her brow creased and she drew her legs together. “Why would they obey me?”

Lucien pushed her legs apart again and tapped her pussy lightly. They were not finished in this room. “Because you were born to be in charge, Henry. Your talents are wasted as a submissive partner.”

She fell back against the cushions and pressed her arm across her eyes. “But isn’t that what Alexander wants from me? To do as he says and not to argue about it.”

Lucien turned her over his knee and exposed her bottom. “Not exactly. Alexander fucks you in the manner I tell him to. When you misbehave on purpose, as you seem to like, he doles out the punishment I’ve already deemed appropriate, and then comes to me for his correction later.”

She squirmed on his lap. “How could you possibly know in advance that I enjoyed being spanked?”

Lucien parted her cheeks and blew over her exposed arse hole. When her bottom clenched, he let her cheeks go. “The same way I knew Alex enjoys being my footstool on occasion. Observation.” Lucien rubbed his hand over Henry’s bottom, gave her a sharp slap, then another.

She whimpered.

He leaned close to her neck, set his teeth to her skin and bit down gently. He slapped again and then raised his head. “One day, would you like to see Alexander obey you?”

“I couldn’t do that. He’s my husband.”

Chapter 5

How could three sharp slaps bring her to the brink of orgasm again? Henrietta twisted awkwardly on Lucien’s lap, horrified by the power this man had over her. The idea of brazenly ordering her husband about the bedroom was utterly shocking and, when added to by Lucien’s teasing, more than a little arousing. She shouldn’t want to order her husband around in the bedchamber, but Lucien made it sound almost as if such behavior would be welcomed.

She grasped the thigh beneath her and levered up slightly. Lucien’s gaze shifted from her face to her exposed breasts instantly. He licked his lips, hand skimming softly over her tingling bottom and then slapped her arse again. Henrietta closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Dear Lord this man could bring her undone so easily. If not for the mask covering her face, she’d be mortified to have climaxed in front of witnesses.

“Open your eyes, my dear. There is so much more to see and experience tonight before you need to decide how we go on after tonight.”

With one last caress to her bottom, Lucien lifted her off his lap and set her down gently on the cushion beside him. The sheer strength of him stunned her. He could toss her around without any effort at all. But for all his superior size and strength he was gentleness personified.

His fingertips brushed her nipples as he covered them and set her clothing to rights. But honestly, she’d rather stay here and let Lucien touch her body any way he wished.

 He grinned at her suddenly. “The next chamber may shock you. If you wish to leave at any time simply tug on my hand and we’ll move on. Not all pleasures are to everyone’s tastes. Some require time to grow accustomed to.”

Dear Lord, what could be next? Henrietta stood unsteadily and was relieved when Lucien wrapped his arm over her shoulders again. It was a possessive gesture she couldn’t miss. Anyone seeing them would know to whom she belonged.

 As they stepped into the next chamber, Henrietta caught her breath. The room was full of partially clad men and women, all in various stages of arousal.

 As before, a couple was in the center of the room, but those surrounding them were participating in making love to them in one way or another. They touched with fingers and lips, pressing pussy or cock against the couple to interrupt their pleasure. A seething mass of lust and flirtation. Lucien pulled her against his chest and moved them to the perimeter of the room.

 “You like to watch, don’t you?” Lucien whispered in her ear, then nibbled at her lobe. “You like to see how other people find pleasure. It can be fascinating, yes?’

“Yes,” she managed to rasp out.

Could she bear to watch other people fucking all night without receiving the same? She turned in Lucien’s arms and laid her body along the length of his. His arousal, hard against her belly, caused her breathing to struggle again. She wanted. Dear God how she wanted more tonight than a mere fingering from this man. “What are you doing to me?”

“Teaching you that you deserve more and showing you how you can have it.”

She drew back. “By having sex with anyone who will have me?”

“My dear lady, never anything as mundane as that.” His lips brushed her cheek in the softest kiss. “Do you see how that couple writhing on the floor are coated with another’s seed? That need never be you. You should be the one everyone should please first. You should be the one performed for always.”

A female voice cried out harshly, signaling her climax had taken place while they spoke. Henrietta turned to see who, and met the gaze of a woman held in place against the wall as a man rutted in her. The rough pounding the woman received caused Henry’s pussy to clench, ratcheting her desire higher.

She turned to Lucien. If he was all she could have, all she desired at this moment, then she’d better have him soon. She was near to desperate. She needed a cock inside her now. Henrietta curled her fingers into the lapels of his coat and shook him. “I want you to make love to me.”

His lips curled into a wicked smile. “Tell me how.”

She buried her head in his chest. “I don’t care. I want you inside me. I want to feel you fuck me.”

His hands curled over her bottom and jerked her pelvis against his cock. His lips settled beside her ear so only she could hear. “As we are? In a room full of strangers who will become excited by what we do? Do you want them to see your breasts? See your body take my cock deep inside you? Feel their hands slide over your skin. You can have anything you want tonight. All you need do is demand it.”

Henrietta gasped as the idea inflamed her. She rubbed herself against Lucien’s erection shamelessly, edging closer to her release. Lucien slid his hand down her thigh and jerked her leg up, opening her stance so little more than fabric separated her sex from his. He inserted his thigh between her legs and pressed hard against her aching pussy.

 His lips brushed her cheek again. “Will you sing for me again so soon? Lusty wench. I may just have to punish you if you come too quickly.”

Henrietta grabbed his head between her hands to hold him still. The pleased curve of his smile, the fullness of his lips, drew her closer until their lips brushed. But once touched, Henrietta couldn’t resist gaining a firmer hold on Lucien. She wrapped her legs about his waist and clung to him, all the while brushing her lips back and forward across his. Why didn’t he kiss her back? Why didn’t he attempt to guide their passion?

Wasn’t he the master?

And then it hit her. He wasn’t
her
master. He wanted her to lead tonight? He wanted to focus all his attention on her but he still needed her permission and guidance on what she would allow.

She needed kisses. She needed passion and a solid fucking that caused an ache between her legs the next morning. She ran the tip of her tongue along the seam of his lips and earned a soft gasp for her efforts. “Kiss me and take me to bed,” she demanded.

Lucien kissed her while his hands pulled her as close as they could get. He didn’t kiss the way Alexander did. He was bold, hungry, and impossible to resist. By ordering him, she had taken control and, however briefly, Lucien appeared to like that very much.

Henrietta rocked her pelvis against him. Dampness coated her gown as it rubbed against her sex. She eased her hips away from his erection and ran her hands down his chest to find the fastenings on his trousers.

“No,” he said suddenly.

Henrietta froze at the absolute command in his tone. But she was also annoyed to be denied what she wanted most: a cock buried inside her, pounding her toward pleasure.

Chapter 6

“Don’t worry, I don’t intend to disappoint you,” Lucien growled as he eased Henrietta down until her feet hit the floor. While she still called him by his given name, she could remain in control. The rooms with beds were for private pleasure.

 He lifted his head, caught Alexander’s gaze and jerked his head toward the door. He’d give his boy a head start so he could reach the bedchamber ahead of them. His guests had also frozen in place at his command as well. Good. “Move on to the next chamber.”

The other’s watching quickly filed out of the room, heading for the spanking room, leaving him alone with the needy Henrietta.

She glanced around in confusion. “Why did you send them away?”

“Because I want to see all of you before I fuck you. The mask has to go.”