Serenity's Dream (20 page)

writhing.

"Keep your eyes open, sweeting. Watch how your eyes grow darker and sparkle

in the firelight as you come. It is a most beautiful sight."

Serenity did as he asked. He sensed the very moment her mind detached from

her conscious thoughts, and she soared toward the shower of colors that had exploded

before her. She clutched the mirror with white knuckles as she gasped and heaved, her

body giving way under a powerful climax.

"Oh, Lucien." Her body continued to release the need she'd stored within for so

many weeks.

Lucien's mind overflowed with admiration and desire for his wife. He couldn't

deny she'd touched his heart in some very profound way. At this moment, he would

attribute it to lust, which he knew he would forever feel for her, but he knew for a

certainty there was much more to it than that.

"Lucien . . . ."

"Yes, my dear?" His voice was rough with desire.

"I want you to . . . ."

"You want me to what, darling?"

"I want you to spank me, now." Her eyes pled with him.

"Are you sure, love?"

"Oh, yes, please. I need it Lucien, please."

"All right. Do you want to stand here and watch me do it?"

She nodded feebly, shaking with her craving to feel his hand.

"Continue to hold onto the mirror and bend over a bit more. Keep your eyes on

the mirror. I want you to see your face as my hand strikes you. How many do you

want?"

"As many as you wish, Lucien. I need you this way, please."

He began lightly but she demanded more. "Harder."

He struck her harder, careful to avoid the delicate raised lines.

"Oh, yes, that's what I want. More. Please."

After every couple of strokes, he would rub her, his fingers dipping into her lustsoaked folds, teasing her clitoris. Lucien worshipped her as she begged him to,

spanking her as much for her as for himself. His erection was massive, the crown of his

cock throbbing with each strike of his hand against her reddened derriere. He counted

twenty, and she still offered herself, demanding more.

"Serenity, I want you; I need you." He needed to sink himself inside her and

dwell there forever.

"Take me like this, Lucien."

"Do you want to see me do it?"

"Oh, yes."

"Lean forward just a bit more and hold onto the mirror tightly, for I intend to

ride you hard."

Serenity gripped tightly as Lucien ringed her tiny waist with his trembling

hands. He entered her with a savage thrust. Her legs wobbled but she withstood his

entry, thrusting herself back against him.

He worked his hand between them and plunged a finger into her bottom.

"More!"

He added another finger and moved them in and out of her arse, matching the

rhythm he'd established with his cock. Lucien thrust hard into her over and over again.

Serenity's body began to tense. Lucien looked at her face in the mirror. Her eyelashes

looked like two wispy fans shadowing her half-closed eyes. "Open your eyes,

sweetheart. Watch as I make you come."

Serenity languidly opened her eyes, searching until she found his. She smiled

longingly just before her release overtook her with crashing intensity. Lucien's arm

went around her waist to hold her up while he ground out his own climax in a rush of

warmth and light.

His knees folded, bringing them both to the floor, the intensity of his release

depleting his strength. The room hung heavy with the pungent scent of their musk.

Lucien recovered enough to carry her to the bed. He washed her gently, cleansing away

the traces of his seed from her inner thighs then he spread oil on her bottom.

Lucien settled her against the pillows. "Your arse is a pleasing shade of pink and

quite warm."

She smiled engagingly, though her eyes remained closed. "It feels wonderful. I

love feeling this way, Lucien. Warm and well . . . ."

"Well what?"

When he turned to her so she could finish her thought, she was breathing deep

and steady. He found it strange she could fall asleep so quickly.

Serenity felt as content as she'd ever been in her life, peaceful and completely

sated. Her eyes closed, but she still heard Lucien talking to her. Her bottom felt

wonderful, but now she felt embarrassed. If she hadn't been so relaxed, she would

never have almost told Lucien she felt well loved. Now, she'd had to pretend to have

fallen asleep to keep him from asking her to finish her sentence. Lucien must have

believed her ruse, because he simply gathered her in his arms and fell asleep himself.

It felt like hours before Serenity actually did sleep. Instead, she retreated into a

fantasy world where she and Lucien would make love for hours and spend the rest of

their days happily in each other's company, in love, and in mutual agreement that they

would live happily ever after. With this in mind, she drifted off to the music of Lucien's

even breathing.

They slept until late morning, in each other's arms. She felt safe.

"Are you awake?" he whispered.

"Yes, I am."

"I've been waiting for you to open your eyes. Are you well?"

She nodded and smiled widely. "To be honest, I haven't felt this good for a very

long time."

Lucien's smile at her comment made her heart flip twice in her chest, a

combination of self-gratification and embarrassment. Despite the lack of decorum in

using the word 'love' to describe how she felt, it was indeed the proper word. He'd gone

out of his way to bring her to a state of satiation she doubted happened often in the

bedchambers around London. She'd never felt more beautiful than when she watched

him in the mirror, touching her and caring that she reached the epitome of sensual and

sexual fulfillment.

They made love again. She pleaded with him to take her anally again, but he

wouldn't.

"Not today, princess," he admonished. "You have had enough. Your pretty little

bottom shall be sore."

"I don't care."

"I do, sweeting. I'm not a brute."

"Oh, but you are." She laughed as she rubbed her reddened cheeks.

Chapter Eighteen

Life had become idyllic for Serenity. Lucien remained attentive and concerned

for her welfare. They had ventured away from the club on several occasions, attending

the theatre and even riding in the park, a ritualistic affair that really held no interest

other than it afforded her time with Lucien.

They spent considerable time talking, something she'd never expected in her

marriage. Lucien seemed particularly interested in her thoughts and feelings, to the

point of distraction. They would make love, and then he would ask her how it could be

better, as if such a thing were possible. He probed her mind for every fantasy she'd ever

dared think of and then divulged his, much to her delight and surprise.

As she lounged one very chill evening in early November, Marjorie brought her

a missive. From the bold sweep of writing on the page, she knew immediately it was

from Lucien.

"
Prepare and join me
."

Marjorie aided Serenity in the preparations, and within a very short time,

Serenity pranced happily down the hallway, headed for the room that had become so

important to her. Her heart skipped a beat with each step, for she knew no matter what

would happen, Lucien would have created yet another wonderful night.

She walked into a dark room. The only light came from a single beeswax candle

on the bedside table and a low fire in the grate. The draperies were drawn, the bed

turned down.

"I want you to remove all your clothing, slowly, for me." Lucien's honeyed voice

fell about her like her favorite cashmere shawl.

"Why do you . . . ?"

"No talking," he warned.

She couldn't see him, for he was completely in shadow. It made this interlude

quite intriguing.

Serenity began to loosen the bodice of her dress. As she lowered it over her

breasts, Lucien growled his approval.

"Touch your breasts."

She did as he bid.

"Squeeze your nipples until you cannot take anymore."

Serenity took her breasts in hand and rolled her nipples between her thumb and

forefinger.

"Ah," she purred, enjoying something she'd never done before.

She'd become lost in her own world when Lucien ordered her remove the rest of

her clothes, slowly. His tone was mellow, his voice deep and sensual.

"Take your hair down, darling."

She did, combing her fingers through it as it cascaded over her shoulders.

"Now, go to the bed and settle yourself against the pillows."

She did as he asked.

"Yes, that's fine. Now, raise your knees and spread your legs wide. That's the

way. How does it feel being naked and having your legs spread so wantonly?"

"It feels wonderful. Why don't you join me?"

"Soon enough love. First, I want you to pleasure yourself. You do remember

how?"

"I believe I suffered your wrath for doing just that. But yes, indeed I remember

how."

Without another word, Serenity slid her hands down her body, over her stomach

and lower. The very thought of doing this in front of Lucien made it feel even

naughtier. She fingered her moist folds, dipping two fingers into her sheath before the

same two fingers found her clitoris and began circling.

"Oh, yes, love, that's the way I want you to do it. Do you feel the heat rising

within you?"

"Yes." Her voice came out rough-edged.

"Do you wish it were me?"

"Yes, please."

"Close your eyes and keep them closed."

She did as he bid her, then she felt silk covering her eyes.
Mmm. Delicious.
Her

tongue jutted out over her bottom lip, a blatantly sensual gesture.

"Trust me," he whispered. "No harm shall come to you."

He secured her hands with silk ties to the bedstead, followed by her ankles. She

was provocatively spread to Lucien's view, and she loved the feeling.

"Please, Lucien, help me."

"Shh."

She felt the end of the bed dip as he joined her. He settled himself between her

thighs, using his fingers to open her silky folds. Then she felt his tongue, jolting her

with the sparks of pleasure. Serenity moaned as he came in contact with the very spot

she yearned for him to touch.

"Oh, Lucien, yes."

His tongue circled her clitoris, tantalizing her. She arched her back toward his

mouth. He inserted two fingers inside her and hooked them upward. Within seconds,

she was lost, her body inundated with sensations made sharper by the restraints and

the blindfold. She tensed, the fire of release building, crawling up her spine and down

again. She tugged on the ties around her wrists, but they held firm, and she could hold

back no more.

"Oh . . . my . . . God!"

Lucien held on through her intense climax until she finally settled back onto the

bed, breathing heavily. Her mind reeled with what he had put her through, and she

wanted more.

She felt his hands on her breasts, kneading the aching mounds, teasing the

nipples with tiny pinches. She became confused when she felt his mouth on her breasts

and on her nether lips. "Lucien, what is happening?"

"Shh, love, just enjoy it."

"Please tell me."

"I am fulfilling another of your fantasies, dear." His voice wasn't as close to her

ear as she'd expected.

She felt hands releasing the bindings on her ankles. They he lifted her bottom off

the bed and slid a pillow underneath her.

"Oh, yes," Lucien murmured as his oiled finger slid into her anus.

"I shall never tire of that feeling." Serenity gasped as Lucien stroked her and

feasted on her.

Someone else was ravaging her breasts.

"Lucien, I wish to see what is happening, please."

"Your senses are greatly heightened by the darkness. You feel things that with

sight you might overlook."

"I suspect what you are doing, and I don't want to miss anything. Please."

She felt the silk loosen from around her eyes, and in a moment she gazed into the

eyes of the most beautiful woman she'd even seen in her life. Her flaxen blonde hair and

icy crystalline blue eyes made her a classic beauty. Serenity's eyes went wide with

amazement as her gaze darted from the woman to Lucien.

From his position between her thighs, he grinned wickedly. "This is Lady

Patience Churchwood. She wished to meet you."

Serenity noted they were both clothed.

He went back to laving her clitoris, while Lady Patience continued to torment her

nipples. He brought her to climax once again, his finger still buried deeply inside her

anus. She bucked wildly, lost in the rapture Lucien so adeptly wrought upon her. He

slithered up her body, taking her lips in a claiming kiss. He tasted like her, and she

reveled in it. She'd come to adore his mouth upon her, in any fashion he wished. His

tongue teased her mouth open. Hands teased her cunny; fingers dipped into her,

working her, until she felt yet another thundering climax crash over. This was what

heaven must be like, Serenity thought, some decadent, alternate heaven where sexual

games were played with complete abandon. She wished to dwell there for an eternity, if

only she could experience this forever.

She feared her body couldn't take much more pleasure but it seemed there was