Serenity's Dream (23 page)

skin.

She sighed and sank lower in the water when she felt his warm breath on her

neck.

"Touch yourself," he whispered, his hands on her breasts, which floated just

above the waterline. "Open your legs wider, and let me watch you come."

She hadn't opened her eyes, for somehow she wasn't surprised by his presence.

She opened her legs, frustrated that the hip bath wasn't wider. Wantonly, she raised her

legs out of the water and propped them up on the sides of the metal tub. Her hand

delved into her water-soaked folds, swollen still from the previous night's activities. She

circled her clitoris as he whispered naughty things in her ear.

"I want to spank your beautiful bottom until you beg me to stop." The seductive

rumble of his voice was enough to induce an orgasm from a nun. "When you are

finished, do you wish me to spank you?"

"Oh, yes."

"I cannot get enough of you, Serenity. You are all I think about. You have

bewitched me."

Serenity was too lost in her own pleasurable world to acknowledge Lucien's

words.

"That's it, my love, come for me. Loudly."

She worked herself with increased speed, until she shattered in his arms, for he'd

encircled her upper body, holding her breasts in the palms of his hands. He squeezed

her nipples hard as she came apart, raising herself out of the water as her body tensed.

Her breathing became ragged, rusty with the fulfillment she'd reached at her own hand.

Soon her body became limp, and she sank back into her tepid water. Lucien still

held her, his touch ever so welcome.

"Simply beautiful, love," he said in a soft, soothing tone. "Let me get you out of

the cold water."

She readily agreed and stood so she could take his hand. Immediately, she went

to the bed, climbed up, and rested her head upon the mattress, her bottom up high and

ready. "Lucien, I want you to spank me wet."

If Lucien lived to be one thousand, he would never find anyone like his Serenity.

Yes, that's what she'd become to him—his. She was enticingly on her knees on her large,

four-poster bed, her legs spread wide, her bottom high, asking him to spank her shiny,

wet buttocks. It was as erotic as a sight could be. He'd begun to believe that providence

had shined upon him when it led her to the doors of the Sapphire Club that summer

evening so many months ago.

Though he'd not told Serenity, his intention for this day was that they remain

secluded in her bedchamber. They would enjoy all the forbidden pleasures. He'd

arranged for food to be delivered in the connecting room, so they wouldn't lay eyes on

another soul for the next twenty-four hours.

"How do you wish for me to spank you, dear?"

"With your hand, for now, Lucien."

Immediately he put his hand upon her pink bottom, rubbing her and dipping

lower to tease. "I love this position," he said with a chuckle. "So much is available to

me."

"Yes, I rather like it as well."

As he spanked her with one hand, he used the other to seduce her. "Does this

sting? You seem to be enjoying this immensely."

"Oh, yes, it is absolutely wonderful. It is as I imagined it to be."

Her cheeks reddened immediately.

He did not strike her hard, but rather abundantly. She howled, but he knew she

was affecting the reaction for her bottom wagged temptingly at him, begging him for

more. His cock grew rock hard as he struck her, begging him for surcease. He reached

under her and patted her quim, dipped two fingers inside and brought her easily to

orgasm as he spanked her.

Without warning, he plunged a finger into her anus as she was still in the throes

of her pleasure. She immediately jammed herself against his hand, wordlessly asking

for more.

"What do you want, little one?"

"I want you in my arse, now, please Lucien."

One-handed, he had his breeches unbuttoned and down over his hips in no time.

He retrieved the amber-colored bottle of oil from the bedside table, without removing

his finger. He oiled his cock and slid between her cheeks, slowing only for her muscles

to adjust to the intrusion.

Serenity rocked against him, until he filled her to the hilt. Nothing could feel

better than this. He reached under her and tugged at her nipples. Serenity groaned her

approval while she rocked back and forth on him, impaling herself and then sliding

almost free. She clutched his raging arousal, teasing him to come while making it

impossible for him to come too soon.

He found her clitoris, and as he used his fingers to raise her to a higher level of

desire, he battered her arse. They came together, their shouts and moans mingled to

create an opus as beautiful as any artist could create. With uneven breaths, they

collapsed, wrapped in each other's arms.

Lucien knew at that moment he never wanted to be anywhere else again.

"What are you thinking at this moment?" he asked her.

"I am thinking you are a lusty man and how glad I am to be married to you."

Lucien laughed. The sound seemed to come from his soul, and the sonorousness

of it touched her.

"I suppose I am," he said, "but you seem to bring it out in me."

"I fear it was in you long before I came along, Mr. Damrill."

"Yes, but it's wonderful to share it with you, my lusty baggage."

It was Serenity's turn to laugh. No one had ever called her either lusty or

baggage before, and she loved it. A certain freedom could be had when one gave

oneself up to desire. Lucien had shown her a different way of life, one she could

embrace as being truer to the person she wished to be.

Lucien absent-mindedly played with her nipples while she gazed into his eyes.

They sparkled the way eyes do when they are untroubled. He lounged languidly, one of

his legs over hers. When he dipped his head to suckle her, her breath hitched with the

wonderful sensations he induced.

"I cannot imagine being anywhere else," she blurted out before she could govern

her tongue. She feared the statement gave too much away.

"Yes, this bed is quite comfortable, is it not?"

His smile was as engaging as it could be, and she knew he'd not understood

what she meant.

"Yes, it is. Quite."

She loved Lucien. It wasn't only that she loved the sensual world he'd created for

her, but even more, she loved the man himself. He'd taken an intractable woman and

made her think of more than herself and her own needs.

"Do you trust me?" she asked hesitatingly.

"I suppose I do, though you do tend to take advantage of me when my guard is

down." His impish smile and roguish eyes made an irresistible combination.

She indecorously climbed off the bed and retrieved a bowl of water and a cloth.

Without a word, she soaped the cloth and washed his cock and bollocks, teasing the

head until he was bulging with want. His shaft pulsed with a life of its own, bobbing

straight up from the nest of wiry hair.

She examined him closely. "This is a very interesting thing. I particularly like this

blue vein." She traced the vein with her finger, and he hissed.

"What are you doing?"

"If you cannot tell, I must be doing it all wrong."

He chuckled, but she sensed his unease as he waited for her next move.

She wrapped a hand around him and stroked downward then immediately up.

He closed his eyes and gasped. "If you continue that, you should be prepared for

the consequences."

"I do believe I could interpret that as a threat, sir."

"I do believe it was intended as such." In a swift movement, he rolled her onto

her back and plunged into her. He rode her to completion, which took but seconds. In a

sweaty heap, he fell down on his stomach beside her.

She rolled to her side and began to rub his sweat-sleeked back. His eyes were

closed but his breathing indicated he was very much awake. She rested her hand just

above the luscious globes of his bottom. Lightly, she traced down, along the crevice

between his cheeks.

"Lucien?"

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever been spanked?"

His eyes flew open but he didn't move. "No."

"You love spanking me, do you not?"

"Yes, probably more than I should."

"Are you not curious? You know, how it feels and what it does to you when you

have a connection with the person spanking you."

"I suppose."

"But how can you be effective in your work if you have no concept of what it

feels like?"

"What have you in mind?"

Serenity allowed her hand to come down hard upon his right cheek, causing

Lucien to groan. "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Before he would answer her, she smacked him again. His eyes smoldered. She

had no idea what he could be thinking, but she looked forward to his retribution.

Her hand split his backside, and she dripped oil at the entrance. She bit back a

laugh as his cheeks tensed, but she swatted them again, twice in rapid succession. She

teased the tight little rosebud entrance, slipping a narrow finger past the tight muscle.

His eyes held hers, boring into her soul. She felt exhilarated, her heart thrumming. She

replaced one finger with two, and he moaned so faintly she barely heard it.

"Does that give you pleasure, darling?"

"Yes, you vixen."

She slid her two fingers in and out of his passage. "Do you want me to stop?"

He did not speak, but his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

"Do you want more?"

Again he did not speak.

She retrieved her phallus and applied oil. "Darling," she said, "come up on your

knees for me."

As Lucien brought himself to his knees, shame slammed throughout his body.

His head rested on a pillow, his buttocks humiliatingly high, but his body wanted what

Serenity offered. It had taken much fortitude to face her with this longing, something he

never thought he could do. He'd suppressed it for so many years; he'd never allowed

anyone to touch him in such a fashion, until Serenity, who simply did so without

asking.

As he felt the cool marble of the phallus at his entrance, his heart began to

pound. His eyes closed in anticipation of the burn he knew would come. His nerve

endings danced with expectancy as Serenity slid the smaller of the phalluses past the

tight sentry and stopped.

Lucien hissed when the burn hit him, but soon he began to push back against the

cool marble. As she eased the phallus in, Serenity touched his cock. He couldn't bring

himself to speak for all the wonderful sensations. He moaned and moved his hips but

words were lost in the moment.

"Are you all right?" Serenity asked tenderly.

"Mmm."

"Do you want me to fuck you with this?" she teased as she tapped the end of the

phallus, much as Lucien had done when he'd inserted it into her anus.

Lucien nodded. Still words eluded him.

Serenity dragged the phallus out so only the head remained inside. When he

indicated with his hips he felt empty, she pushed it in again, continuing this pattern to

his delight.

His mind silently pled with her to savage him. She seemed to understand. With

the hilt firmly in hand, she changed her pattern, keeping him pleasantly on edge. The

feeling of fullness and movement excited him beyond his capacity for thought,

especially when she made contact with that very sensitive spot deep within his passage.

He brought his hand to his groin and wrapped it around his throbbing cock. Her

free hand joined his as she took his bollocks gently but firmly, rolling them in her hand.

"Do you need to come, dear?" she asked him.

"Desperately." His breath came shallowly as he pumped his cock, and Serenity

fucked his arse.

She increased her pace, the phallus sliding easily. Lucien kept pace with her,

savagely stroking himself, until he came in a torrent of sound and light. He shouted

loudly, groaning his release, his body shaking.

Serenity kept the phallus in place until Lucien had realized his climax

completely. Once he calmed, she slid it from his passage, using her free hand to sooth

the burning entrance. Lucien collapsed to his stomach, exhausted once again.

Chapter Twenty-One

When Lucien's breathing evened and then slowed, Serenity knew he'd indeed

fallen asleep. He had his arms wrapped loosely around her, his grip relaxed as he fell

deeper in repose. Serenity loved looking at him, especially in dishabille. He was indeed

handsome, his bulky frame so relaxed. Her loins clenched at the sight of his buttocks

and the remembrance of what he'd allowed her to do. He'd been in her hands, at her

mercy, and she'd given him pleasure as she had no one else.

"I love you, my darling," she whispered in his ear, with no fear he'd heard her

pronouncement, for he slept on peacefully.

Lucien feigned sleep, enjoying Serenity's gentle touch as she brushed his hair

from his eyes and lightly brushed the smooth skin of his freshly shaved face. He

couldn't contain the smile tugging at his lips, no more than he could restrain the elation

in his heart. He waited a few more minutes, so she wouldn't think he'd actually heard

her, and then he stretched, rather loudly in fact.

"Did you sleep well, dear?" she asked solicitously.

"Yes, I did, and you?"

"I don't believe I have ever rested so well."