Authors: Kate Pearce
Simply Shameless (34 page)
He came hard in big shuddering waves, arching his back to shove as much of himself into David's mouth and throat as David could take. Would Helene like what she saw? Would it make her want him?
David released Philip's cock and sat back, wiping his mouth. He looked up at Philip. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Couldn't you tell?"
He leaned forward and licked Philip's cock again. "More importantly, did you enjoy it, madame?"
"Yes." Helene's reply was soft and intimate, but her expression was blissful. "Would you like Philip to suck you, now?"
David got to his feet and palmed his tented breeches. "No, madame. I think the rest of his efforts should belong to you tonight." He winked. "And probably for the rest of his life."
Philip opened his mouth to speak, but Helene was quicker. "I think he'll still need you occasionally, David, if you are willing. I would love to see you together again."
David raised his eyebrows and looked at Philip, who nodded and said, "Definitely."
"Then I shall hold myself in readiness." David winked and bowed. "Good night to you both, and I hope you survive it."
After the door shut behind David, Philip waited to see what Helene intended to do next.
She came up close to him and started to remove her brown satin gown. His throat dried up as she revealed a tight black satin corset, black stockings, garters, and high-heeled shoes. Her lush breasts practically sat on the shallow cups, revealing her tight nipples through the soft black lace.
He watched as she strolled across to the rack of whips and other sex toys, his whole body tensing in anticipation. She selected a riding crop and came back to him. He shuddered as she trailed the tip of the whip over his chest and then his nipples until they were two hard points of aching sensation.
"Have you let David fuck you?"
"No."
He almost forgot to breathe as she moved the crop lower and circled his navel. The oil David had covered him in now glinted on the black leather.
"Why not?"
"Because I'm not ready to be taken by a man like that."
She ran the crop over his cock, rubbed it against the wet crown until the leather grew damp and created extra friction against his rapidly expanding flesh.
"What if I asked you to take him now?"
He closed his eyes as the crop slid over his balls and the soft skin behind them.
"Then I'd do it."
He jerked as she bent to kiss the tip of his cock.
"What if I fucked you instead?"
It was suddenly hard to breathe, so he concentrated on that as she continued to torment his cock and balls with the now wet leather crop.
"I don't understand what you mean."
She laughed and lightly flicked the crop against his thigh. "You've seen what goes on here on the top floor. You know there is more than one way to take a man."
He tensed as she circled him, aware that she was studying him. He couldn't help clenching his arse cheeks when she lightly tapped them with the whip. The head of the crop nudged between his buttocks.
"There are women who strap on fake cocks to take men who like to be used like that.
Have you seen them?"
"Yes." He groaned as the crop slid farther down and nudged his balls from the rear.
"And then there are the fake cocks or dildos that mimic the same full sensation but not the excessive movement. Both men and women can use those." The crop went still.
"Which would you prefer?"
God, she expected him to choose} Philip gritted his teeth. "Whatever you want, Helene, I'll do it."
She dropped the crop and went back to the cupboards and pulled out a drawer. She brought it across to the bed so that he could see the contents. He already knew what it contained from his daily visits to the floors. Cocks of all lengths, widths, colors, and substances—leather, stone, glass, and wood, all intricately crafted for pleasure.
His cock grew harder just looking at them. What would she choose, and how would it feel to allow her to stuff his arse full? He stifled a groan as she pondered each object, stroking them with her fingers, weighing them in her hands until she finally made a decision.
She picked a thick carved wooden cock that was about the length of his own when erect.
"Will you take this for me?"
He nodded, unable to speak as he braced himself for the intrusion. Helene smiled for the first time, and he realized she was enjoying herself, was trusting him to enjoy it too.
"It's big," he managed to murmur.
She fingered the wooden cock, brought it around to compare it to his. "About the same as yours. I think you'll like it."
She disappeared behind him again, and he smelled a hint of lemon and spices and felt the coldness of oil between his buttocks. Her hand slid over her hip and grasped his cock at the base. She squeezed and relaxed until he forgot about what was to come in the pleasure of her hand on him. Forgot until she eased an oiled finger inside him and then another.
He tried to ignore the strange invasion, succeeded so well that he grew almost accustomed to it, welcomed each subtle play stretching his flesh. Three fingers now and the pressure increased. His breathing grew labored. He no longer knew how much time had passed as she worked him, widened him, and soothed him with soft kisses on his back.
Oh God, that wasn't her fingers anymore; that was the harder press of the wooden phallus. But it was too late to expel it as she worked his cock into a frenzy. It felt like his shaft had expanded to fill his arse as well. The stiff aching, stuffed sensation turned into a stab of pure lust as she probed deeper and found something inside him that responded eagerly and desperately to the demands of the wooden cock.
"Helene..."
He wanted to see her, yet wanted her never to stop doing whatever it was she was doing, because he'd never felt so aroused before in his life.
"Wait," she whispered.
He almost cried when she stopped touching him, thrust his hips blindly in protest until she reappeared on her knees in front of him, took his cock in her mouth, and continued to slide the phallus in and out with her other hand.
"God, Helene, I want to come down your throat right now," he growled. "Don't stop."
She sucked him harder, and everything became a blur of sounds and sensations, taking him to a blizzard of ecstasy that he would not be denied. His cum exploded into her mouth as she rammed the wooden phallus home one final time, leaving him gasping and moaning and calling her name.
When he was able to breathe again, he glanced down at her. Her cheek was pressed to his thigh, and her arms were loosely around his hips.
"Helene, you know I love you." She kissed the soft skin above his hip bone. "I don't want to control you. I thought I did, but I realized that wasn't what you needed at all."
She sat back and looked up at him, her expression careful. "I'm quite capable of taking care of myself."
"That's true, but I'd like to be the kind of man you can respect, a man who respects you.
Someone to share your burdens and support you, not add to them."
She smiled up at him. "There is something you have forgotten."
"What is that?"
"I need someone who understands where I came from. Someone who knows me."
He held her gaze. "I know you, love. Sometimes I don't always like you, but I'll always try to understand you and love you regardless."
"Yes," she whispered, her eyes full of tears. "If only I'd trusted myself all those years ago and gone with you ..."
"I'd have let you down, and you would've ended up resenting me. I'd much rather have you now, as the man I am today than the young fool I was then." He paused. "And truly, aren't you proud of the woman you have become?"
Helene wiped a tear from her cheek and stared up at Philip. He was right, damn him, as he increasingly was these days. She got to her feet.
"Do you think we could continue this conversation without you being chained up?"
"I would like that."
She released the manacles on his ankles and then stood on tiptoe to attempt the ones around his wrists.
"You must promise me, Philip, that you will still be amenable when the restraints come off."
"Too late, my dear. I never promised you anything."
She shrieked as she released him, and he grabbed her around the waist and held her tightly to his bare chest.
"Do you know that you have been in my head and my heart for the last eighteen years?"
She touched his cheek. "You have been in mine too. None of my other lovers ever measured up to you."
He shifted her weight, bringing her throbbing sex into line with his fast-growing erection.
"That's good, because you won't miss them, then."
She opened her eyes wide at him. "What do you mean?"
He carried her over to the black-silk-draped bed and dropped her on the center of it, pinned her down with his body before she could protest. He grabbed her hands and brought them over her head. Before she could protest, she heard the metallic click as he chained her wrists together.
"Philip!"
"You did say I could make you beg, didn't you?"
He rotated her onto her stomach and slid several pillows beneath her stomach so that her back was arched, her bottom raised up and available to him. She gasped as he smacked her buttocks and then reached over her to investigate the collection of dildos in the drawer.
"Something nice and thick for your arse, I think."
Helene tried to relax as oil trickled between her buttocks, followed by the urgent press of a thick leather dildo against her rear passage. She moaned as the dildo slid slowly home.
Moaned harder when Philip raised her even higher and slid his cock into her pussy.
She was so aroused from watching him that she climaxed instantly, her body clenching under the twin penetration, the flick of his fingers over her clit, his teeth biting into her shoulder. There was no sense of being forced or of being afraid. Only a wish to please him and please herself in whatever sexual way they devised.
Even as she climaxed again, he pulled out and turned her onto her back. As he looked down at her, his hazel eyes filled with lust and determination.
"No more lovers for you, Lady Knowles."
"I didn't agree to become your wife!"
He shoved his cock deep inside her and held still. "But you will. Think about our children."
She tried to wiggle out from under him, but it was impossible. "I will not! I will agree to have no other lovers if you desist in this ridiculous notion that we can ever marry!"
He reached between them and roughly fingered her clit, sending her over the edge into a sea of pleasure. She resurfaced to find him smiling down at her.
"I'm not giving up on that ridiculous notion, Helene. We'll share our children, and you'll occasionally take my advice about the pleasure house, so why shouldn't we marry?"
She held her breath. "Don't you want me to give it up?"
He frowned. "Why would I? You make more money per year than my old estate did. I realized George was on to something. If I marry you, I'll own the whole thing."
She stared at him, her breasts crushed against his chest, her legs spread wide by his hips and the deep throbbing penetration of his cock.
"I'll never marry you if you take control of my business. I'll kill you first."
"That's my Helene."
He smiled then and bent to suck hard on her breasts. She moaned as he rocked his hips, sending tremors of joy through her entire body. She struggled to retain a coherent thought, let alone a whole argument. All he had to do was kiss her and she simply wilted.
He raised his head and kissed her lips. "We can have a quiet wedding with everyone who attends sworn to secrecy."
"We are not getting married!" His grin was lascivious and full of sexual promise. "Philip Ross, stop it, right now."
"Stop what?"
"Distracting me with sex."
He bent to kiss her nose and trailed his lips over hers. "But I've learned from an expert."
"Philip ..."
He kissed her again, this time more deeply, his cock still buried deep inside her, his heart beating hard and fast next to hers.
"All right, I'll stop, but you have to promise to consider everything I've said."
Helene stared into his eyes. Saw nothing to fear and everything to play for. With a sigh, she kissed him. "It would have to be extremely private."
His smile was slow and full of smug male satisfaction. "Our wedding? That can certainly be arranged."
She grabbed his shoulders, still unwilling to concede completely in case he thought he'd won. "But I still want to think about it."
He slid his arms under her knees and rose over her. "There's a sensible woman. I've waited eighteen years to get this far. I'm sure I can wait a little longer."
Helene gasped as he started to thrust faster and harder. Whatever happened, she had been given a second chance, and she intended to enjoy every glorious second of it.
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