Simply Forbidden (26 page)

“I’m glad you wore this for me,” she whispered and kissed his chin, then redid the buttons of his waistcoat. “I’ll enjoy seeing you like this at the pleasure house.”

Before he could reply, she walked away from him. He stayed where he was, aware that he couldn’t hide what she’d done to him—that she’d made him fully erect in less than a minute. He took slow, deep breaths until he could at least walk without wanting to come with every step, and slowly headed back to the ballroom.

Lisette waved at him from the refreshment room and he had to go to her, had to sit down and make polite conversation, watch the hands that had so recently touched his skin hold a glass of wine instead. He danced with her again, too, and shivered every time she deliberately touched him, enjoyed every
damn second of it so much he wanted to fall onto his knees and kiss her feet.

Toward the end of the ball, she met him in the overcrowded hallway and stood close. Her fingers stroking the taut satin covering his cock, her teeth a hairbreadth away from his ear. “Why don’t you go on ahead? I’ll say good-bye to Emily and my father for you and take our coach instead.”

He could only nod helplessly and walk out into the night. The sky was a clear black tinged with a hint of gray. Although it was cold, he decided to walk to Madame’s house rather than call a cab, as it was only around the corner. It would take forever for Lisette to extricate the coach from the melee in front of Harcourt House, so he had plenty of time to prepare himself.

Oblivious to the warning shouts of the footmen and the rumbling coaches around him, he stopped dead in the middle of the street. He wanted this. Had realized how much he’d missed the excitement as soon as he’d seen the collar and the rings. He let himself in through the back entrance of the pleasure house with the key Lisette had slipped into his hand, and made his way upstairs to the room on the second floor they had occupied before.

A fire had been lit in the grate and the curtains were closed, giving the space an intimacy and warmth he appreciated. He sat down on the side of the bed and wondered if he should remove his clothes. Anticipation curled low in his gut. Better to wait for Lisette. She probably had very definite ideas about what she wanted from him next.

L
isette entered the room and saw Gabriel sitting on the bed, his hands in his lap, his eyes cast down as if he was studying the polish of his shoes. Part of her was simply relieved that he was here. She hadn’t been sure if he would respond to her bold invitation; had, in truth, worried that she might destroy his regard for her forever.

But he was here and he was wearing the gift she’d left for him under his clothes. Surely that meant something? Did he understand that sharing themselves like this would make them both happier? Her body stirred at the thought of that, that she alone knew how he felt, how he was constrained and adorned for her sexual pleasure. She took the chair opposite the bed and settled her skirts around her.

“I want you to strip for me. But do it slowly.”

He stood up and faced her, his blue eyes lowered, and shrugged out of his tight-fitting black coat, his cravat, and finally his waistcoat. She found herself leaning forward as he carefully unbuttoned the placket of his pantaloons. He hissed
as he gathered the hem of his long white shirt and pulled it over his head to reveal the collar around his neck and the chain hanging down that disappeared into his open pantaloons.

He kicked off his shoes and lowered his pantaloons and stockings in one slow careful motion. Lisette licked her lips as he straightened to reveal his erect cock and the glint of silver around his balls and shaft.

She got up and walked toward him. He stared straight ahead, his hands fisted at his sides as she reached out a finger to stroke the silver collar.

“I think I’ll have my name engraved on this. Would you like that?”

He nodded, and she bent to lick the metal. She followed a hot, wet, salacious line around his throat and down the taut chain until she reached his stomach and stopped. His cock strained upward toward her mouth, the purple crown already dripping pre-cum, the solid length of him more swollen and thick than she had ever seen it before.

She flicked his crown with her fingertip and sucked the wetness into her mouth. “I wish you had a proper ring set in here.” She plucked at the taut foreskin of his cock. “So that I could attach a chain to you.” She squeezed one of his nipples hard. “And maybe here as well.”

He groaned her name, and wetness slid from the slit at the tip of his cock to coat her fingers. “Would you like that? Your body pierced and chained for my pleasure?” She tugged on the chain. “Answer me.”

“I would like whatever you want, my lady,” he said hoarsely, his northern accent emerging more strongly as it did in times of great emotion.

She fingered the chain again, then his cock and his nipple, her fingers wet, her sex now wet for him as well. “I could lead you around the pleasure house by your cock.” He shivered and she bent to lick him again. “Do you want to come?”

“Not unless you want me to, my lady.”

She sat back down and looked up at him. “I don’t want you to come for a long time. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lady.”

She went across to one of the chests of drawers and came back with a black mask. “Put this on.”

She waited until he did what she told him and then put on her own mask. “Come on.” She walked across to the door and looked back at him. “Put your hands behind your back and do not touch or talk to anyone unless I give you permission.”

She waited breathlessly to see if he would balk at her request, but he merely licked his lips and continued to stare at the ground. She snapped her fingers. “Come on. Do I need to put a leash on you?”

She suspected he’d quite like that. In truth, she would like it herself. She opened the door and walked into the hallway. The sound of laughter and music echoed off the walls, and Lisette turned toward it. She paused at the doorway of the smaller of the two more public salons to ensure that Gabriel was following her and then went in.

The salon was full of people and Lisette had to take her time weaving through all the groups. She kept an eye on Gabriel, watched how he reacted to being naked in front of the other guests, to them touching him and his erect cock, to the noise levels he hated. At the large buffet table, she stopped and waited for Gabriel to catch up.

His skin now gleamed faintly with sweat, and his cock was a stiff, unyielding presence constrained by the rings and the chain. Lisette broke off a grape and popped it into Gabriel’s mouth, waited until he swallowed, and then fed him another. She held up a glass of red wine to allow him to drink and caught the bloodred stain on his lips with her tongue before it dripped down to mar the perfection of his muscled skin.

“Your pet is very nice, Madame. Is he for anyone’s use?”

Lisette smiled graciously at the unknown young couple who were eagerly assessing Gabriel. “Alas, no. He isn’t well trained enough yet to participate in any sexual games.”

“That’s such a shame, because he seems so … so well endowed.” The woman giggled and clutched at her husband’s arm.

“He is, isn’t he?” Lisette stroked her index finger down the length of Gabriel’s cock and felt his instant response. “Perhaps next time.”

The couple retreated and Lisette finished her wine before turning back to Gabriel. “Follow me.”

She went back into the hall and took him into the second and smaller of the two salons where there were fewer people and more extreme sexual acts being performed. She found herself a seat near the raised stage and directed Gabriel to kneel at her feet. She’d asked her mother to arrange this particular show for her tonight. It was really for Gabriel, but she hoped they’d both enjoy it.

Two men dressed only in their shirts and breeches came to stand on the stage. The darker-haired man stood behind the blond man and cupped his groin before smiling at the audience. “Good evening, my friends. My name is Jennings. Shall I make Maxwell nice and hard?”

“Yes!” shouted back several enthusiastic voices from the audience.

Jennings smiled and began to rub and fondle Maxwell’s cock until it became obvious, even through the wool of his breeches, that the fair-haired man was erect.

“Shall I unbutton his breeches?”

Again there were several shouts to encourage him, so Jennings shoved his hand inside the blond man’s breeches and kept working the other man’s cock. Maxwell started to groan with every rough jerk on his shaft, his head pressed back against Jennings’s
shoulder, his face turned up as if he was seeking the other man’s kiss.

“Show us his cock!” a drunken voice shouted.

The dark-haired man shoved down Maxwell’s breeches and pulled his shirt out of the way to display his hand wrapped around the blond man’s big thick thrusting cock. Lisette looked down at Gabriel and saw his attention was fixed on the stage, his breathing unsteady, his own cock wet in sympathy.

She reached down and traced his collar and his breathing hitched. On the stage now, at the suggestion of the audience, Jennings had the blond on his knees and was feeding his cock into the man’s willing mouth. He looked around the room.

“Shall I let him play with his cock while he makes me come, or should I tell him to put his hands behind his back?”

“Make him wait!” someone shouted to a chorus of good-natured agreement.

The dark-haired man smiled and murmured something to the blond man, who immediately locked his hands together in the small of his back. He kept sucking, though, the wet sounds of his mouth clearly audible above the subdued chatter in the room.

Lisette twirled a loop of Gabriel’s chain around her index finger, felt him instinctively try and rise from the floor to relieve the tug on the cock ring. She kept the chain taut, flicking it with her finger and sending the vibrations down to his shaft.

She smiled and returned her attention to the stage, where Jennings, the darker-haired man, was ordering his partner to kneel on all fours. He again turned to the crowd. “Shall I oil his arse or have him like this?”

“Oil,” Lisette said clearly, and several of the men, probably those who knew exactly how a thick cock up an ungreased arse felt, took up her answer. She sat back and watched as Jennings oiled his cock and then Maxwell’s arse and sank his shaft deep.

“Fuck him hard,” someone suggested. “Work his cock while you do it.”

Lisette stood up and motioned for Gabriel to follow her. If he wasn’t aroused by now, there was nothing she could do about it. She led him back to the bedchamber and waited for him to face her.

“Did you like watching those men fuck?”

“Yes.”

“Did it make you want to come?”

“Yes.”

Lisette nodded at him. “I want you to keep the mask on and kneel on the bed.”

She watched him climb onto the satin counterpane, his movements slow and careful, as if the slightest motion might make him come. She couldn’t help but admire the long, scarred line of his spine, the tight muscles of his buttocks, and the long, endless elegance of his legs.

She picked up the black silk scarf she had draped over the chair earlier and walked across to the bed. “I’m going to tie your hands behind your back. Keep still.”

He didn’t protest as she wound the scarf around his wrists and made a knot and then a bow. She’d wondered about that, whether his time in captivity would make him uncomfortable being bound. But he didn’t seem to object. With a sense of relief, she turned as the door opened a crack and smiled as Paul St. Clare appeared.

On the bed, Gabriel tensed, but she knew he was unable to ascertain who had come in. She handed Paul a vial of oil and nodded at Gabriel. Paul winked and strolled toward the end of the bed where Gabriel still couldn’t see him. Lisette moved as well, climbing onto the pillows right in front of Gabriel.

She slowly eased up her thin silk skirts to reveal her stockinged legs and the allure of her naked sex beyond. Gabriel inhaled
sharply and leaned toward her. God, she had missed this; her power over him, her ability to drive him wild and to make him submit to her alone.

“Would you like to lick me?”

He nodded, his wariness apparent in every gleaming inch of his quivering, muscled skin.

“There are conditions.”

Gabriel tried to look up at her then, although the mask and his lower position made it difficult. He also sensed a presence behind him and that made him nervous.

“You mustn’t come until we say so.”

He waited to hear what else she had to say, knew that wouldn’t be all.

“And you must let yourself be oiled.”

Gabriel went still as he tried to puzzle out her meaning. There was obviously someone else in the room with them. Was it Marie-Claude or someone he didn’t know? Had she asked one of the men who had performed in the salon to come and fuck him? He realized he didn’t care, that he had to trust Lisette, and he knew he loved her enough to allow her to do anything she wanted with him.

He nodded and gasped when he felt strong, oiled hands curl over his shoulders and start massaging his flesh. Not Marie-Claude then, someone much bigger and probably male. His cock twitched at that salacious thought and he had to breathe slowly to prevent himself from coming.

“Lick me, then,” Lisette whispered.

He groaned as she slowly opened her legs to reveal the slick wet heat of her sex and he bent his head. He tasted her with the tip of his tongue first, curled it around the bud of her swollen clit, felt the pulse of desire throbbing through her. She sighed his name and inched closer so that he could lick all of her, stab
his tongue into the very center of her need, suck her nether lips into his mouth, and swallow her juices down his very willing throat.

He groaned against her flesh as the man massaging his skin skimmed his hands over his buttocks and thighs and then came back to attend to his tight nipples and the ridged planes of his stomach. He tensed as Lisette cried out, her hand fisting in his hair as she climaxed, tensed even more as an oiled finger slid into his arse. The silver band bit into his swollen cock, making his balls ache and tighten. God, he was going to come if he received any more stimulation. But could he come with such constriction on his shaft? Would he have to stay erect regardless of what Lisette did to him?

She moved out of his reach and he remained where he was, head down, heart thumping fit to burst, his cock and balls on fire, his arse … he arched his back as more fingers stretched him wider.

“Gabriel. I want to suck your cock.”

He tried to look up, tried to answer her and only succeeded in driving the other man’s fingers deeper.

“Gabriel?”

“Whatever you want.” He forced the words out through his clenched teeth.

“And while I suck your cock, you’ll be fucked.”

He closed his eyes, remembered his most erotic dreams, and nodded.

“Do you want to be fucked?”

He tried to concentrate, aware that the fingers had disappeared and that something wetter and thicker now probed his arse hole. Did he want this for her, or for himself, or was it simply what they both wanted?

“I want it.” God, it was so hard to say the words, but so rewarding
as Lisette bent to take his shaft in her mouth and the man behind him eased the first inch of his cock inside him.

Gabriel forgot to think after that. He just concentrated on the sensation of being sucked and fucked, of being held between the two other bodies and given the most extreme sexual pleasure of his life. Lisette was careful with his overstimulated cock, licked him gently, held him in her mouth while the man worked his cock into Gabriel and set about thrusting hard, the forward motion allowing Gabriel to simply let his cock move within the tight confines of Lisette’s mouth.

“You may come now, Gabriel.” The man behind him started to groan and thrust faster, his hands hard on Gabriel’s hips. Gabriel inhaled an all-too-familiar scent of rosemary soap and male sweat and knew exactly who was behind him—knew it, and then forgot everything except climaxing.

When he regained his breath, he sat up and looked over his shoulder, smiling into the extremely satisfied face of Paul St. Clare. “Thank you.”

Paul shrugged. “It was all your wife’s idea. She had some strange notion that you needed to have some sense fucked into you.”