Serenity's Dream (14 page)

"The sight of his lordship au natural is more than should be borne." Serenity

laughed.

Beaton good-naturedly spanked the young woman's posterior as she goodnaturedly howled as though in actual pain. Beaton retreated into a world of his own.

Serenity gestured toward an alcove where a young man was being ordered to

kneel. "What are they going to do with him?"

"His two partners, Lord and Lady Wexler, will torment him, restrain him, paddle

him, and then while the young man takes Lady Wexler, his lordship will take the young

man."

"Truly?" Serenity asked, unable to keep the incredulity from her voice.

"Yes, truly." Lucien laughed.

Below, Lady Wexler swatted the young man's cock with a leather strap, ordering

him to keep it erect and waiting. She put him in her mouth as his lordship fingered the

man's bottom. Clearly, Wexler's only interest was in how quickly he could bury his cock

in the young man's arse.

Serenity's gaze found Lady Foxworth and her partners for the evening. Lady

Croft's limbs had been bound to a bedstead with red silk ties, and Lord Argyll was

between her legs, lapping at her like a cat to cream. Lady Foxworth was perched just

above Lady Croft's face and was receiving much the same treatment from Lady Croft.

Prentice's rather impressive cock was in Lady Foxworth's mouth, and all seemed to be

enjoying themselves immensely.

The crack of a strap filled the air, and Lucien nudged Serenity's arm. "Look at Mr.

Davies over there."

"Why, his poor buttocks are purple! Who is the woman dealing the blows?"

"Oh, that would be Mrs. Davies. She has quite a swing, does she not?"

"I would say so, judging from the coloring of his arse."

Lucien leaned over and asked, so only she could hear, "How is the color of
your

arse?"

"I am not sure, but I wouldn't be adverse to you checking to see if it is to your

liking."

"I shall most certainly look into it, but first, come with me."

He grabbed her hand and fairly dragged her out of the gallery and into an

unoccupied room.

"There is something I wish you to wear for the rest of the evening." With that he

removed a piece of silk from his pocket. The silk concealed something, which Lucien

placed in Serenity's hand.

"What is this?"

"Unwrap it and see."

She did as he bid and uncovered a large glass phallus.

"Oh, my, this looks like it could be you."

Lucien smiled wickedly. "It was modeled after my own. I had it made just for

you."

She ringed his neck with her arms and kissed him. Judging by the look on his

face, she'd taken him completely by surprise, but he recovered quickly, wrapped his

large arms around her waist and deepened the kiss.

His hands slid to her bottom, and as he squeezed her arse, he whispered, "Lift

your skirts and bend over the bed."

Serenity complied eagerly. He took a vile of oil from his pocket and lubricated

the enormous phallus and her anus. "We'll take this slowly. I have thought of little else

but having this inside you tonight and only the two of us knowing it is there."

As his deft fingers stretched her tight muscles, she smiled, craving the feeling of

him in her. "This is a wonderful gift. I know I shall love it."

"And I shall enjoy knowing your arse is stretching in anticipation of my cock."

Serenity loved Lucien's way of speaking plainly, crudely, in fact, and making it

sound seductive. More and more of her thoughts and feelings engaged in his direction,

and in her weaker moments she pretended the same applied to him, with respect to her.

Their sexual life had blossomed into a vast spectrum of games and serious lovemaking.

She wished for more of him, his touch, his discipline, his cock.

"That's it, dear, relax into it. Oh, yes, you are doing well." His whisper-soft words

washed over her, encouraging her to greater heights of fulfillment. "There, Serenity, you

have taken all of me." He chuckled. "Are you well?"

"Oh, yes." She took a deep breath as her body adjusted to the fullness.

Lucien's hand rubbed across her bottom. "It is not the color I like to see. It would

appear I have been neglecting you."

"Please, then, kindly remedy the situation."

"Your wish is my command, my dear."

Lucien walked to the armoire in the room and removed a strap similar to

Serenity's favorite.

"How many would you like, sweeting?"

She wiggled her bottom in anticipation. "Oh, I believe twenty would be just what

I need."

"Well, my dear, I shall gladly deliver."

With no further ado, Lucien got down to business.

By the time he lashed her for the last time, she could barely breathe. "Lucien, I

need to come."

He patted her bottom and reached under her until he found her clit, which he

circled expertly. It took but a moment, and she came, drenching his hand with her fluid.

He kissed her upturned cheeks and then said, "We must get back."

He helped her straighten herself and then escorted her back to the gallery. "Hold

it in for me, dear, won't you?"

"Oh, yes, as long as you promise to replace it later."

He winked at her, and she squeezed on the phallus, thinking of what it would be

like when they were once again alone.

* * * * *

The tableaus had been wonderful, inspiring Lucien to bring Serenity to even

greater heights when they returned to their rooms shortly before the sun rose over

London. In a flurry of legs and arms, he fucked her arse until neither could speak. The

excitement he'd engendered by her earlier strapping and the insertion of "Little Lucien"

had fueled their sexual encounter like tinder to flame. Her orgasms were numerous and

powerful. Though his weren't as numerous, the ferocity with which he came outshone

any experience in their brief marriage.

They had collapsed into a heap and fallen immediately asleep, remaining abed

for much of the day, not rising until nearly dinnertime. When they did slant their eyes

open, it was to make love again and again, seemingly unable to get enough of each

other.

"You are insatiable," Lucien said, huffing as he rolled off her for the third time in

an hour.

"Me? I beg your pardon, sir, but I've done nothing but lie here. I'm minding my

own business, when suddenly I feel something nudging at my legs, spreading them

wide. Did I ask for that? I think not!"

"You certainly did not turn me away though, did you? Insatiable, I say. I am only

here to service your needs. My poor cock shall never be the same." He held his limp

appendage in his palm.

Serenity smiled. "Well, now I have one that never deflates. It could be I don't

need you any longer."

"Not bloody likely, madam." And he rolled her over onto her belly for a playful

spanking. "I owe you two because you slept through them today."

"Yes, I certainly did. Punish me, please."

He complied with her request, though he honestly hadn't the heart for it. He

rather enjoyed the playfulness they had had for the last day or so. He knew it was

fleeting, but it was a new sensation, and he would nurture it while it lasted.

* * * * *

Lucien sat in White's smoke-filled reading room thinking of how dangerous his

relationship with his wife had become. She'd not disappointed him in any way—quite

the contrary. He was in grave danger of developing a tendre for her, something he'd

promised himself he would never do.

He'd strapped her, spanked her, paddled her, and taken her arse with abandon,

and she'd responded with an eagerness for more. She was the mistress of his household,

beloved by all who knew her, all but Lucien himself.

They had been invited to the Hillhaven Cyprian Ball that very evening. Lord

Hillhaven, a club member, held the ball once a year. It afforded Lucien an opportunity

to socialize with the Quality in London, outside of his own club. His membership

always rose significantly after one of the balls. Lucien and Serenity had attended several

dinners and soirees over the last several months, and he'd enjoyed having her on his

arm; her radiant beauty had outshone all the other ladies. He was as proud of her as he

could be. If one must be married, Serenity certainly was the woman he would choose.

With a smile, he requested vellum, quill, and ink. He penned a note to his wife

and had it delivered. He would test her again tonight.

* * * * *

Serenity sat alone in her sitting room on the third floor when Marjorie delivered

the missive.

Serenity,

Prepare yourself for my arrival this evening before dinner.

Lucien

Flashes of excitement went through her. She knew well what he meant by

'prepare yourself'.

Not long afterward, she luxuriated in a lavender-scented bath until the water

became tepid, then cool. Her body had been well used since her first night with Lucien.

The twice-daily spankings—be it over his knee using his hand or restrained, stretched

over one of the various punishment benches available on the premises—had left her

pleasantly reddened and sore. In all likelihood, she would be receiving what Lucien

called 'her thrashing' this very evening, given that he wished her prepared for him

before dinner.

'Prepared' meant she was to be naked when Lucien entered her room. It could be

any time, but he promised a worse punishment if she wasn't as he wished. She

oftentimes disobeyed and thoroughly enjoyed the reaction. She also needed to be

shaved, as she'd stretched the limits and not allowed Marjorie to do it for three days.

Serenity lounged on the chaise in front of the fireplace, trying to strike an

enticing pose. As she tried to position herself alluringly, Lucien entered her chamber

without knocking. She smiled at him, while his face looked grave.

"Is something amiss, Lucien?"

"You look lovely, my dear. I have a nice little accessory for you to wear to the ball

tonight. Would you kindly go bend over the side of the bed?"

"Of course, as you wish."

With as much dignity as she could muster, she walked to the bed and bent

herself over. Lucien followed. With her arse at his disposal, he rubbed his hand over her

cheeks and gave her a good squeeze. "I shall have to do something about the paleness of

these."

In reality, she knew they were a deep pink, but she always played along when he

expressed dissatisfaction.

"As is your pleasure, sir."

"Oh, it certainly will be. However, for now, I have a little gift for you."

"You are being very mysterious."

The next thing Serenity knew, Lucien inserted something into her anus, then

something else. He repeated this three more times, each entry a bit larger than the last.

He gave her an abrupt snack on her right cheek and helped her stand.

"What have you filled me with?"

"You have no need to know. You are to keep them in until I remove them later."

"You wish me to have them inserted during the ball?"

"That's precisely what I expect. Now dress, and I shall meet you downstairs."

Lucien departed, leaving Serenity in a quandary, wondering about the short

string hanging from her anus.

Chapter Thirteen

When Serenity descended the staircase from the second floor to the entrance hall,

Lucien had to swallow back a gasp. The many gowns he'd so generously purchased for

her had long since arrived, but he'd not seen all of them, including the beauty she wore

this evening—cream silk embroidered with roses in varying shades of pink and red,

with a hint of green for the leaves and green trim around the short sleeves and neckline.

The dress hugged her supple curves beautifully, and the bandeau she wore boasted a

large pink feather, making her appear at least twelve inches taller than usual. Bouncy

curls framed her heart-shaped face, which looked to be made of the finest porcelain.

She wore simple diamond jewelry, a lovely necklace and earbobs.

"My dear, you look lovely this evening." For once, he didn't look at her with

simple carnality on his mind, though to be fair, that was never far from his thoughts.

Instead, he looked at her as a man would admire a beautiful woman. It had been an age

since he'd done such a thing, and it pleased him the woman he so revered would likely

be admired a hundred times over by the men at the ball. Her beauty alone would

garner her attention.

"Thank you, Lucien; you look especially handsome tonight, yourself." His blackand-white, well-tailored evening attire always earned him her effusive compliments.

With a jaunty bow, he acknowledged her words, offered his arm, and they

headed off to the Hillhaven Cyprian's Ball.

* * * * *

She'd never enjoyed all the fuss made over the attire needed for such events and

frankly saw no point in them. Her opinion of such things could have been colored by

the fact her parents had forced her to attend one such ball where she met her future

husband. Her father had orchestrated the entire courtship, throwing them into each

other's company at every turn.

Though she'd dearly loved her parents, she knew now she'd always held her

unfortunate marriage against them and in some small measure did still. She'd not been

prepared to marry and Lucien had frightened her, which was the only emotion she'd