Serenity's Dream (11 page)

the truth in her eyes. "I told you, I have repressed the need for years. It was simply a

fortuitous accident that I heard about you and the club."

"I say, you have taken to your spankings with greater verve than I would have

expected."

"I rather enjoy them and the attention my husband pays to my bottom. There are

other things I wish to experience as well. I wish to see other things."

"Have you a desire to view others doing what we have done?"

"I suppose I am of a mind to do that and maybe more. As I say, I have a curious

mind. Have you done such, I mean . . . watched?"

Lucien's eyes narrowed and darkened, giving him an ominous countenance. He

seemed to retreat within himself briefly but Serenity saw he recovered his composure.

He held back, refrained from saying something. She feared he might never open up to

her,
especially
to her, whom he looked upon only as a sex partner and not as a real wife.

"Of course, but that's different. I am a man."

"You most certainly are, and such a virile one, at that." She chuckled, trying to

make light of the question that seemed to disturb him. Her hand grasped his growing

cock, evidence that she hadn't totally lost him to his thoughts. "What would you like me

to do about this?"

With a swift movement, Lucien rolled atop her and plunged into her again. It

was as traditional a coupling as they'd had, though no less fraught with the passion that

always simmered between them. With abandon, they made love, with no enhancements

other than their mutual need for satiation.

They finally slept, at last sated.

Chapter Ten

When Serenity woke the next morning, Lucien was gone. She realized she was

disappointed, though she'd expected nothing more. She would never capture his heart

as she'd captured his full sexual attention, the insatiable beast. To say he pleased her

with that aspect of their relationship would be an understatement of massive

proportions. She knew he had much more to teach her. He would test her limits of

endurance for pain and pleasure through the process.

She lay on her back, nude and happy. She rather enjoyed sleeping naked, a

freedom she'd never experienced. She allowed her hand to travel under the bed sheet,

first touching her raw, well-suckled breasts, which felt swollen from Lucien's aggressive

attentions. He'd spent seemingly hours sucking, tugging and nipping them. Even as

they had their conversation, he idly tugged on them, lightly twisting and pinching. She

relished the discomfort.

Slowly, she brought her hand over her stomach and lower, until she touched her

swollen folds. She closed her eyes and meandered over her core, locating her clitoris. At

the merest touch, she became unbelievably aroused, once again. She certainly had been

thoroughly rogered the night before, but there it was. He had indeed turned her into a

creature of the flesh.

She tossed off the bedclothes, raised her legs, and spread her thighs wide. Her

hand went to work, circling with increased pressure that precious little bit of flesh that

produced such a marvelous reaction in her. Warmth began to build, a tingling; she bit

her bottom lip, her head lolled from side to side, her eyes still closed. Her tongue jutted

in and out of her mouth as the warmth grew to heat and spread up her legs, over her

quim and on to the rest of her body, until all she knew was fire, light and color, sparks

of pure, unadulterated bliss. She continued to circle until she could stand it no longer,

removing her hand. A smile covered her relaxed face. Peacefully, she rested against the

pillows, sated once again, albeit temporarily.

"Now, that's something I shall never be able to forgive. It was exceedingly rude

of you to proceed without me, to say nothing of it being strictly against the rules." His

voice wasn't playful, but not grave either.

Serenity's eyes flew open, but she was much too stunned to speak. She stared at

him, flushed from more than her recent orgasm. Lucien walked slowly, predatorily to

the bed and sat down. He put one arm over her body and leaned low over her mouth.

"Anyone could have come in here and discovered you. There are servants all

over the house at this time of day."

"I confess I hadn't given it a thought."

"Did you enjoy yourself, Mrs. Damrill?"

She experienced renewed embarrassment. Why must he insist on discussing this,

she wondered, wishing, for the first time, he would go away.

"Well, I am waiting for an answer. Did you enjoy yourself without me?"

His strident tone told her he wanted an answer and not a flippant reply. "Yes, sir,

I did."

"How much did you enjoy yourself, Mrs. Damrill? More than when I am seeing

to your pleasure?"

"No, sir, I did not. I couldn't enjoy myself nearly as much without you."

"I am not sure I believe you. It seemed to me you were in rapture." He became

quite serious, and it began to test her resolve. She hadn't feared him prior to this, but

the look he wore brooked no argument.

She tried to diffuse the situation before he became angry.

"Honestly, Lucien, not as much as when I am with you."

Lucien smiled slightly. "That's exactly the answer I would expect." With no

further discussion, he rolled her over onto her stomach. Her bottom still felt sore, and

he rubbed his hands over his handiwork, pinching slightly in places that had been

particularly attended to. He gave her a harsh smack before he menacingly whispered in

her ear, "What do you think I should do about this, Mrs. Damrill?"

"I don't know, sir." Her heart began pounding in her chest, for she knew well

what he had in mind. But he totally surprised her.

"Be prepared to accompany me this evening at eight o'clock."

* * * * *

Lucien had been at the club all day, not returning to their rooms until almost

time for dinner. When Serenity went to the hallway just before eight, Lucien appeared

dressed in his finely tailored evening clothes. Serenity felt her breath hitch as she gazed

upon her husband, a man of tall stature and fine figure. The tight-fitting trousers

highlighted his masculine attributes, dispensing with the need to gather shirttails to

make a man look more endowed than nature had intended.

"Good evening, Mrs. Damrill." Lucien bowed deeply.

"Good evening, sir. I have missed you today."

"Really, I was sure you could manage any situation without me."

"That's not so, sir, nor would I wish to do so."

"I would dispute that, my dear, and with some thought, you might wish to

rethink your statement." Letting the statement drift on the air, Lucien took Serenity by

the arm and guided her to the wall panel and down to the club.

Serenity's heart began beating uncomfortably. "Sir, may I speak to you?"

He totally ignored her imploration.

When they reached the first floor, he took her by the arm, guiding her from the

library and down the hallway. With his hand on the door handle to one of the public

rooms, he informed her, "We shall sit and watch for as long as you wish."

"Really, Lucien, we don't have to do this."

"Oh, I believe we do. Come."

She stood riveted to the floor, her feet heavy and her heart pounding.

"Serenity, I said come."

She stepped into the room just as she heard the crack of a bullwhip and the

plaintive moan of a man. When her eyes adjusted to the scant light, she saw a woman

dressed in a silk wrapper with nothing on underneath. She had a long whip in her hand

and faced a man standing with his front against a wooden contraption that looked

similar to a ladder. His legs were restrained wide apart, his waist tied down as well. His

arms hugged the device and were tied together with wide leather straps. A naked

woman knelt beneath the ladder, manipulating the man's very erect cock and bpllocks,

while the other woman steadily thrashed his back and bottom with the whip.

The man's head lolled forward then side to side as she crisscrossed his buttocks

and back with red stripes.

"That's the Duke of Thornhill," Lucien whispered into Serenity's ear. "He enjoys a

good thrash at least three times a week. Then he will fuck the two of them for hours.

Tomorrow, he will be arguing the Corn Bill in the House of Lords."

Serenity appeared shocked that such an important gentleman would submit to

such treatment. "Why do you suppose he does this?" she asked with incredulity.

"Well, why do you?"

"Oh, I see."

Lucien guided her out of the room. "I want you to see everything I told you

about. This is a very discreet establishment, as you might realize, given that Thornhill is

an intimate of Prinny. You shall see there is much more here than what you can

imagine. After we have seen everything, I intend to take care of that little infraction of

the rules. Your precious little bottom shall be blistered by the time I finish with you

tonight."

They visited rooms where women were being caned or whipped by men and

vice versa. But Serenity took the greatest interest in the room in which the participants

indulged in anal sex, not only with a man's penis but with various implements.

Serenity moaned a bit when she witnessed the gentleman insert the liberally

lubricated phallus into the woman's anus. She fidgeted uncomfortably. Lucien reached

under her dress and her face grew warming, knowing he'd find her moist. She grabbed

Lucien's hand and squeezed hard. Thank the good lord he appeared to understand her

message, for he led her from the room.

* * * * *

Lucien escorted her to the third floor. There didn't seem to be anyone else about;

the servants had evidently retired for the evening. He used a key to open the last door

on the right. Inside, candles glowed, and a roaring fire crackled in the grate. The nicely

appointed room gave the impression of a woman's bedchamber, done in shades of pink

and green. A very large bed stood in the center of the room, surrounded by draperies in

dark green. Around the room stood a washstand, several chairs upholstered in green

and rose, a padded bench, and a few other pieces of furniture, for which Serenity had

no names.

"What is this, sir?" she asked.

"This is where you will receive some further education. You shall discover more

about yourself in the next few hours than you have ever known. Trust me, Serenity.

You shall never forget this night."

Serenity found it difficult to contain her excitement or the increasing moisture

between her thighs. Lucien had spoken to her in seductive tones, the promise of

unknown pleasures implicit in his voice.

"You shall do as I say, Serenity, from this moment on. You shall be allowed to

leave only when I give you permission."

Serenity nodded, realizing he sought her acquiescence to her own punishment. A

genuine punishment, this time.

"You understand I have rules, and you are expected to abide by them. Bringing

yourself to orgasm without my permission is against the rules. You are well aware of

this, are you not?"

"Yes, sir," she replied, her head bowed.

Without another word, Lucien began to untie the laces of Serenity's dress. It

wasn't done seductively, rather much as a lady's maid might aid her mistress in such a

task. Lucien wasn't about seduction this night. "You have disappointed me, and I shall

show you how much."

He guided her to a wooden apparatus that looked like a table with two steps for

kneeling. He positioned her with her knees on the pads, which spread her legs wide, the

rest of her body leaning forward. Her upper body splayed on the table, a bolster

beneath her stomach, which positioned her buttocks high. There were no restraints.

"You are to stay perfectly still. You can scream to your heart's content, but

moving will only garner more lashes."

Serenity began to shake uncontrollably. She'd never been really
punished
before.

Lucien kept talking to her, which frightened her even more. The daily spankings

had always been conducted in relative silence, usually followed by loving touches. This

one promised to be harsher and with no such finish.

He moved about at the armoire, laying out implements and other items he would

use on her.

"I am sorry, Lucien. I promise not to pleasure myself again."

"You are sorry you were caught. You admitted you enjoyed yourself, did you

not?"

She simply nodded, unable to refute him.

"Since I've already warmed you with your daily spanking, I shall proceed." He

placed a hand firmly on the small of her back and whacked her with a cane.

Her body convulsed. She steadfastly held onto the underside of the table,

wanting only to follow his instructions. Several more strikes, and a sense of desperation

wormed its way into her mind. Her arse burned like fire. She howled and danced but he

held her firmly, his aim exact, each lash teasing the already aching wounds.

"Rules are meant to be adhered to, madam. I feel I must keep you under constant

surveillance so you will do as I say."

Lucien picked up a strap that he intended to use on her, but sparingly. Her

bottom was already quite red. However, he decided in lieu of the strap, he would do

something that would have a more lasting effect on her.