Simply Carnal (16 page)
Authors: Kate Pearce
It seemed that Elizabeth’s attempts to hide her past would come to naught. Once he knew exactly who she was running from, he could form a plan to help her. He thought back over the tiny snippets of information she’d let fall. Hadn’t she mentioned that the current heir was enamored of her and that there was a mistress involved somewhere? He’d have to see if he could prise anything else out of her.
There was one more thing to arrange before he got down to the serious business of balancing the books. Even though Elizabeth would be unaware of it, he intended to place an advertisement in the newspaper that would draw her assailants into a trap of his own devising. He flexed his fingers. The thought of meeting up with the mysterious RR and the French valet and showing them how he felt about men who preyed on defenseless women gave him immense pleasure.
He stilled. Why was he so damned interested in helping a woman he hardly knew? Getting involved with a woman like her went against everything he believed in, everything he’d fought so hard to achieve over the years since he’d found out his mother owned a pleasure house and had lied to him for his entire childhood. Perhaps that was why Elizabeth affected him. She was as independent as his mother and obviously equally adept at lying to him. Surely that should make her obnoxious in his eyes—or did he secretly crave a challenge?
If so, he was a fool. His gaze fell on his open diary and he noted that the room of desires was booked for the evening. He scanned the requested scenario and realized that Elizabeth’s attendance, or a replacement for her, was not required. It seemed that the lady who had reserved the room wanted all male attention. He pondered his options and smiled as he realized that Elizabeth could help after all and that she might even enjoy the role he planned for her.
Elizabeth woke up from her nap with the suggestion of a headache and pressed a careful hand to her brow. Despite her best intentions to appear unaffected by her ordeal, Christian and Marie-Claude had insisted she take a nap in the middle of the day to conserve her energy. She’d only capitulated because Christian had suggested that he needed her assistance during the evening shift. She was too proud to admit that she had begun to doubt her ability to make it through the day.
She lit a candle and glanced at the clock on the mantelpiece. Her body still ached a little, although she was definitely feeling a lot better. Christian had asked her to meet him in the room of desires at eight o’clock, and it wasn’t yet seven. She had time to go down to the kitchen and have something to eat. As if in support of that idea, her stomach growled and she pressed her hand to it.
She wanted to show Christian that she was unaffected by her ordeal, and presenting herself ready to work should lessen his concern. As she descended the stairs, she pondered his insistence on involving his mother in her dilemma. From what she’d been told, Madame Helene was surely one of the few people alive who might understand why Elizabeth had acted as she had. But could she risk asking Helene directly for help without involving Christian, who already saw too much of his mother in her for her comfort? She didn’t think so.
Ambrose was in the kitchen and he rose and bowed to her. Her attention was caught by her black pelisse, which lay over the back of one of the kitchen chairs.
“It was covered in mud,” Ambrose said. “I had it cleaned and brushed for you, Elizabeth. I hope that was all right?”
“I ...” Elizabeth dived for the coat and thrust her hand into the single pocket. It was empty. She turned to Ambrose, her mouth dry. Had she lost the pouch during the struggle, or had Gaston deliberately been sent to take it back? “Was there anything in the pocket?”
“Yes, there was.” Ambrose held up the leather bag. “Is this what you are looking for?”
“Thank you.” Elizabeth took the pouch and realized that her hands were shaking. “I thought ...” She shook her head. “I thought I must have lost it.”
Ambrose sat back down at the table and poured her some milk from the big earthenware jar. “You should eat something. Madame just made some buns.”
“That sounds delightful.”
Elizabeth reached for the milk and concentrated on sipping it until her nausea subsided. She was surprised Ambrose hadn’t asked her any questions about the pouch until it occurred to her that he had probably checked the contents anyway. But as far as she knew, there was nothing that could help identify her, nothing with her real name or rank, anyway.
Madame Durand put a plate with two warm buttered buns, slices of soft cheese, and a peeled pear in front of her, and Elizabeth resolved to eat. By the time she finished, she was feeling much better and Paul had arrived. Despite the fact that he wasn’t in uniform, he saluted Elizabeth, took off his hat, and sat beside her. He then proceeded to steal half of her bun and the remainder of her pear from her plate. Elizabeth had never met a man who always seemed so hungry.
When the kitchen clock chimed the quarter hour, Ambrose stood up and turned to Elizabeth and Paul. “Shall we go upstairs to the room of desires?”
“You are going there too?” Elizabeth looked at them both.
“Yes,” Paul said, and placed her hand on his arm. “Didn’t Christian tell you?”
“He just told me to meet him there just before eight.” Elizabeth followed Ambrose up the stairs and waited as he unlocked the door. “I’m not quite sure what he wants me to do, seeing as he says my appearance will frighten the guests.”
Paul kissed her nose. “You look adorable.”
“I look as if I have been brawling in the street.”
“Well, you have.” Paul stood back for her to precede him through the door. “Maybe Christian has a different role for you to play tonight.”
“Indeed, I do.”
Elizabeth looked up to see Christian waiting for them in the center of the waiting area. He’d taken off his coat, cravat, and waistcoat, and his shirt had fallen open to display the elegant lines of his throat. He held aloft a candelabra, which illuminated the guinea gold of his hair.
“Elizabeth, you will wait in here.” He gestured at the first door and opened it. “Ambrose and Paul, get undressed. Our client will be here shortly.”
Elizabeth walked over to him, and he bowed as she went past him into the smallest of the rooms. Instead of shutting the door, Christian pulled black drapes across the opening. Within, a single chair awaited her, and a gold curtain covered a large section of one of the walls.
“I assume you wish me to greet the guest, let Ambrose know that she has arrived, and watch what happens from here,” Elizabeth said.
“Very good,” Christian replied. “When she enters the room next door, you may pull back the curtain and observe. If she seems to be hurting anyone, or they signal you, feel free to intervene.”
“And how will I do that without making things worse?”
“Run down to the kitchen and find one of the Kelly lads. They are big enough to frighten anyone.” He nodded and turned back to the door.
“Where will you be?” Elizabeth asked.
He raised his eyebrows. “In there, of course.”
He disappeared before she could form a reply, and she settled down to wait for the appearance of the guest. The chime of the bell when the exterior door opened had her rising and walking across to the thick black curtain. She could vaguely see the shape of a woman on the other side of the curtain silhouetted against the candlelight.
“Good evening, madame, and welcome to the room of desires,” Elizabeth said. “Please enter through the door marked with a one and all your requests will be met.”
The woman didn’t say anything, but she obediently headed for the right door, and Elizabeth ran to open the gold curtain and knocked on the mirror. She remembered when Ambrose had first shown her the clever trick, how from the other room it looked just like a normal reflective mirror, but from her side it was as clear as looking through glass.
Elizabeth swallowed hard at the glorious sight that appeared. Paul, Ambrose, and Christian were naked, apart from masks, and were lined up in the center of the room awaiting the woman’s appraisal. All three men were much of a height, but there the similarities ended. Paul was as slender as a greyhound, Ambrose more richly muscled, but it was Christian who drew her gaze. He seemed as perfectly formed as a Greek statue. Elizabeth sank down onto the solitary chair and prepared to enjoy herself.
14
C
hristian studied the woman who had arranged this little sexual scenario with keen appreciation. She was a mature lady, probably in her early forties, with a voluptuous figure. She wore a wedding ring but was now apparently a widow. She had been quite specific about her demands. She wanted three men at the same time in whatever sexual combinations she desired. The men were not to speak to her; they were just to obey her commands. That was one of the reasons why Christian had decided to participate. It had been a long time since anyone had told him what to do in bed, or out of it, and it was good to remember how it felt to be dominated.
hristian studied the woman who had arranged this little sexual scenario with keen appreciation. She was a mature lady, probably in her early forties, with a voluptuous figure. She wore a wedding ring but was now apparently a widow. She had been quite specific about her demands. She wanted three men at the same time in whatever sexual combinations she desired. The men were not to speak to her; they were just to obey her commands. That was one of the reasons why Christian had decided to participate. It had been a long time since anyone had told him what to do in bed, or out of it, and it was good to remember how it felt to be dominated.
And to be perfectly honest, he wanted Elizabeth to see him like this. He suspected she would get more enjoyment out of watching him submit than the woman who was fucking him.
“Gentlemen, you may call me Mistress. You may only speak if I address you, and then only to say yes or no.” She raised her eyebrows. “Do you all understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” they all replied, and she smiled.
“Excellent. Clasp your hands behind your backs. I’m sure you realize that you may not touch me unless I specifically say so.”
She came closer and began a leisurely stroll along the line, touching and stroking each of them, tweaking nipples and cupping buttocks. Christian’s cock started to swell, and he noticed that Ambrose and Paul were similarly affected. She stopped beside Paul.
“You, go and get me some collars and leashes.”
Christian had already laid them out on the silk counterpane of the bed, so Paul had no difficulty finding them. He presented them to the woman and stepped back into line.
“Thank you. Now all of you kneel down.”
Christian waited until she buckled the leather collar around his neck and attached the leash. The leather leash swung gently down his chest, brushing his cock, which made his shaft jerk. Paul was already breathing harder, and the tip of his cock was glistening with moisture.
The woman bent to gather all three of the leashes in her hand. “Now, stand up.”
Christian stood and allowed his gaze to shift over to the mirror where he knew Elizabeth was watching everything. Was she enjoying the show? Was she aroused?
His attention flew back to the woman when she grasped his cock and played with him until he was fully erect. She did the same to Paul and Ambrose, one hand working their flesh, the other gripping the ends of their leashes. Paul made a stifled sound and she glared at him.
“You, go and fetch me that whip.”
She released Paul’s leash, and he went back to the bed and brought both the sturdy riding crop and the longer-tailed driving whip. The woman considered both whips and then tossed the driving whip onto the floor. Christian held his breath as she walked behind them. His head was abruptly jerked backward as his collar resisted the twisting of the leash. She smacked the flat tip of the crop against her palm in a rhythmic motion.
“All of you work your cocks but do not allow yourselves to come.”
Christian was glad to touch himself to relieve the gathering ache in his balls. And the pleasure would counteract the pain he was sure lay ahead as the woman thwacked the crop against his buttocks four times and then did the same to the other men. A dull ache spread through his arse and exacerbated the pounding pulse in his cock.
She whipped them again and then dropped the crop onto the floor and came around to the front. She sat in the chair Christian had placed in the center of the room, carefully drew up her black silk skirts, and opened her legs wide.
“You will all get down on your knees and lick me until I come.”
Ambrose went first, followed by Christian. Between the two of them, they soon had her wet and moaning. Christian only eased back to let Paul have his turn and concentrated on kissing her thighs and knees instead. She came hard, one hand buried in Paul’s hair, the other still clutching the leashes.
Christian’s cock was aching in earnest now, but he had always enjoyed delaying his gratification. It made the resulting climax so much better. He only wished he could touch the other men and drive them even higher. So much flesh, so many wet, hard cocks and only one woman to satisfy—although perhaps he should say two, as he was certain Elizabeth was aroused.
“We shall move onto the bed.” The woman pointed at Ambrose. “You will carry me.”
Ambrose picked her up, and the four of them moved together toward the large four-poster bed that dominated the room. Ambrose laid her gently down on the blue silk counterpane and she thanked him.
“Loosen my stays and undress me.”
Christian started on her stockings, kissing and licking her knees and the curve of her shin as he revealed her skin. Ambrose dealt with the lacings on her dress and corset while Paul gathered petticoats and skirts out of the way and finally disposed of the woman’s shift.
A tug on Christian’s collar forced him to crawl closer to the woman’s face. She studied him carefully, one hand under his chin, her thumb tracing his lower lip. He stared back into her dark brown almond-shaped eyes and admired her lushly curved mouth.
“I want to be kissed and sucked and adored. I want to climax at least six times before I let any of you fuck me, and I don’t want any of you to come until I tell you so.”
Christian tried to nod, but the grip on his chin was too strong. When she released him, he bent his head and kissed her large breasts, then felt Ambrose and Paul move into position and start to pleasure the woman too. It soon became hard to distinguish whose body brushed his, who was groaning and whose cock slid against his in an endless tangle of warm, sweaty lust. He could taste the woman on his tongue, could even taste the leather leashes, which bound them together like rough curling vines.
He tried to remain detached and count her orgasms, but it was hard to concentrate when she dug her nails into his arse or played with his cock until he was dripping and aching and desperate for release. He even remembered to oil his fingers and ease them into her arse, certain that if she really wanted all three of them, she’d not want to be penetrated without some preparation.
Eventually she shoved at his chest and pushed Ambrose away from between her legs. “Let me up.”
She sat back against the headboard, her bosom heaving, her mouth swollen with their kisses, her brown hair disordered on her shoulders.
She pointed at Paul. “I want you in my arse.” She pointed at Ambrose. “You in my cunt.” She finally turned to Christian. “And you, my pretty, in my mouth.”
Christian showed Paul where the oil was to lubricate his cock, and Paul covered himself quickly, his breathing ragged, his shaft now glistening a deep red. He crawled behind the woman and sat against the head of the bed, his knees spread wide to accommodate the woman’s broad hips and lower body. She scooted back toward him, and he lifted her over him and slowly rocked himself inside her. Both of them gasped when her buttocks lodged tightly against his groin.
“Now you.” The woman beckoned to Ambrose, who crawled between her thighs. Christian couldn’t help caressing Ambrose’s tight buttocks as he watched his friend slowly and carefully press his cock between the woman’s swollen labia.
She moaned and grabbed at Ambrose’s shoulder. “You will follow
my
rhythm, not your own. You will only come when I’m ready.”
my
rhythm, not your own. You will only come when I’m ready.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Ambrose murmured.
She snapped her fingers in Christian’s direction. “Come here.”
For a moment, he debated disobeying her and her gaze narrowed. She grabbed the end of his leash and yanked it hard until he had no choice but to move or choke.
“I said come here.”
He went around to the side where he could see both Ambrose and Paul in profile with the woman sandwiched between them. He knelt up and she reached for his cock and squeezed it hard, her nails digging into his already-oversensitized flesh. His breath hissed out and she smiled before leaning forward and swallowing his shaft whole.
Elizabeth stared at the entwined bodies on the bed and realized that her heart was beating very fast and that she was actually squirming in her seat. The sight was certainly erotic enough to make any woman wet and wanting and ... Elizabeth couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to be the woman, to have the power to tell all the men what to do and have them obey her.
The sight of Ambrose’s tight buttocks flexing as he drove into the woman was enticing enough, but she also knew that Paul was doing his part and that Christian ... He had his eyes closed as the woman sucked and played with his cock, one hand gripping the bedpost, the other on Ambrose’s shoulder.
Elizabeth suppressed a moan as the woman released most of Christian’s cock and just toyed with and nibbled the swollen purple crown. She saw how hard he was trying not to thrust forward with his hips and take control of the situation. Her hand slid to her lap and pushed through the layers of skirts and petticoat to her own needy core. She’d let him fuck her mouth. She wouldn’t be able to stop him.
Suddenly, everything appeared to speed up and the woman started to buck and writhe against the men’s constraining bodies. Her muffled scream exploded around Christian’s cock and he jerked in response. Elizabeth knew he was coming, too, from the savage expression on his face. Ambrose gave one final thrust and went still. Elizabeth couldn’t see Paul, but he would be gaining his release as well.
Ambrose moved back and so did Christian. Paul carefully lifted the woman away from him, and she appeared to be talking again and all the men nodded. Elizabeth waited as Paul got off the bed and walked over to the secluded corner of the room to wash himself. Then he brought a bowl of water back with him and started attending to the woman on the bed.
Did she want more, then? It seemed likely. Elizabeth realized she was aching to join them, to have all three men give her the same attention. But ... she wouldn’t want to be in charge. That salacious thought made her pause. What would she want, then?
She jumped as Christian got off the bed and sauntered with effortless grace toward the mirror. His blond hair was tousled, his skin gleamed with sweat, and he was already half-erect again. He had a washcloth in his hand, which he rubbed slowly over his damp muscled chest and groin. Elizabeth stiffened, as he appeared to stare straight at her. One of his hands was cupping his balls and stroking his cock as if he were offering them to her.
His lips moved and she strained to make out what he was saying. He glanced down at his cock and ran his thumb over the crown. “Touch yourself.”
Was that what he was asking her to do? She quivered at the thought and shook her head even though he couldn’t see her. He played with the end of the leather leash, flicking it over the slit in his cock, biting his lip as if the sensation was both pleasurable and painful. He looked back at her again, his hazel eyes narrowed.
“Fuck yourself.”
She understood what he wanted, and even as he mouthed the words, her hand was already gathering up her skirts and burrowing under her petticoats to seek her sex. Her fingers encountered slippery wetness and heat and an already-throbbing clit, and she almost moaned out loud.
Christian’s nod and contented smile seemed to suggest he knew exactly what she was doing. He turned back to the woman on the bed, and Elizabeth kept her hand wedged between her thighs. She waited to see what the woman would demand next and shivered as Christian lay flat on his back and the woman mounted him.
She didn’t feel jealous. Somehow she knew Christian was performing for her and for her pleasure alone. Elizabeth slid two fingers inside her sex and moved them in time to the men on the bed as the three of them fucked the woman, changing positions as she commanded, using their hands to force another erection as she demanded more and more. The thrill of her own climax made Elizabeth cover her mouth as she screamed out her pleasure.
Eventually, even the woman seemed exhausted and she unbuckled the men’s collars. They helped her get dressed again, and Christian bowed deeply as she appeared to compliment them all. Elizabeth leaped to her feet and waited by the black drapery at the door in case the woman wished to communicate with her. But there was no sound other than the gentle chime of the bell as the door into the main hallway opened and closed.
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