Masque (14 page)

“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.”

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
concerned 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.”

She stared into his blue-gray eyes in awe. “That’s
ingenious. Wait, so if I wait until midnight to bathe, I could do it in here
every night?”

“If you don’t mind everyone else in here having delicious
sex.”

She glanced over his shoulder to see the room had indeed
filled and many tables were occupied in a very decadent way. She swallowed. It
wouldn’t be long before Valerie had electricity to a hot water tank. She’d make
do until then.

Her attention was caught by the two couples who had
participated in the experience with her. They approached the bath.

Chantal sat on the granite edge. “My dearest Synn, we wanted
to thank you for inviting us to your feast tonight.
Mademoiselle
, you
were a delicacy. Thank you.”

Rena opened her mouth to reply when the woman took her hand
and licked between her index and middle fingers.

“Until we see each other again,
chérie
.” She rose
gracefully, her toga revealing her long legs, and from Rena’s position below, a
small thatch of black pubic hair. As the four of them turned away, Synn’s hand
massaged her thigh underneath the water. It was not a sexual caress, but more
of a comforting one.

She glanced up at him to find him studying her.

“Did you find another woman an enticing idea, Rena?”

She flushed. “I wouldn’t say that. I just have never had a
woman touch me like that.”

“Or kiss you.”

She squirmed, still uncomfortable with the act, though
curious. “I don’t know.”

He nodded. “That is fair. You have had many new experiences
since we met, and I’m pleased at how open you have been. I couldn’t have asked
for a better partner. I’m proud to have you on my arm at the Masque, or in my
lap as the case may be.”

She warmed at his praise. How strange to be proud of their
sexual activities when Bryce had had her feeling the exact opposite, and back
then she had never even thought of half the things she’d done here.

Synn shifted beneath her and set her onto the underwater
bench next to him. “Let me divest myself of this wet toga.”

She grinned. “Need help?”

He shook his head as he stood. “You are insatiable, and I
love that.”

Her heart pounded with his approval, but it raced when he
pulled the toga over his head and threw it on the floor next to the bath,
standing there in all his muscular, naked glory except for his sandals and
mask. Her nipples hardened and a pulse beat in her clit. He sat next to her and
brought her back onto his lap. “We will stay here until you are well warmed.
Then I will put you to bed.”

She played with the hair curling along his shoulder. The
steam liked his long locks as well as she did. She didn’t want to be put to
bed. She wanted him to join her.

He massaged her back, his hands seeking her sore muscles and
exerting soft pressure. She let her head fall upon his chest to give him better
access to her neck. “Synn?”

“Hmm?”

“Would you sleep in my bed with me tonight?”

His hand stopped and she lifted her head to catch his
anguished gaze before he hid it behind a smirk. “No, not tonight. You need your
rest. How do you feel now? Are you warm?”

She nodded, unable to find her voice. She wasn’t only
disappointed he refused, she was hurt. He kept something from her. Something
caused him pain, and he wouldn’t confide in her. She swallowed as her usual
positive energy returned. He may not now, but he would soon.

He tipped her chin up and looked her in the eye before he
lowered his lips for a gentle, loving kiss. She melted. No sooner had her heart
sighed than he lifted his head and stood, setting her on her feet outside the bath.
The lack of warmth from both the bath and his kiss had her crossing her arms
over her naked body, but he grabbed one of the towels and wrapped her in it
before he swept her into his arms and strode from the room.

As was usual, he proceeded through the Masque, nude,
carrying her. When they reached the Blue Room, they heard voices in the
entryway.

Synn lifted his brow as he hesitated.

She shrugged, so he continued unconcerned as he walked
through the doorway. After all, it could only be ghosts.

Except it wasn’t.

Rena tensed the moment she recognized the speaker. “Bryce!”

Her former fiancé turned his attention from the footmen to
her and his mouth fell open.

Synn stopped in the middle of the entry.

She swallowed hard. “What are you doing here?”

He took his time to answer, staring at her and taking in
Synn’s state of undress. “It appears the question is what are you doing here?
What have you done?”

“Excuse me?” How dare he? She squeezed Synn’s arm and he put
her on her feet, but remained behind her, hands on her shoulders. She grasped
the towel closer and whipped off her beautiful mask. “I live here now. What are
you doing here?”