The Dollhouse Society Volume IV: Lucky (Includes Lady Luck, House of Dolls, The Reluctant Bride, A Woman on Top, plus a bonus story!) (12 page)

“
What makes you think I’m lying?”

“
I don’t think. I know. I know when you’re lying, Tiberius. You blank your face so no one can see the lie…but I can see it.”

He seemed to draw himself up taller, as if he were insulted. “Lucky, I really don’t think…”

“
Tiberius, shut up.”

That stopped him. He looked at me with those dark upraised eyebrows of his, as if he were impressed by my gumption.

I stood taller as well but didn’t immediately approach him. “I’ve lain with you for months. I’m your courtesan. Your woman,” I said, holding his steady gaze. “I know every part of your body, Tiberius. Don’t you think I know when you’re lying?”

“
Lucky…”

“
Nanny Nellie put you up to this, didn’t she?”

“
Lucky, I really must insist…”

I held up my hand for silence. I took a deep breath even as I felt my chest constrict under the pressure of my corset. The room grew surreal around me even as I formed the words I knew I had to speak. I had to lay it out for him. “You need to know something, Tiberius Sloan, something important. I lied too. I pretended not to love you, but the truth is, I do. I love you and I want to marry you.”

He looked at me in surprise. “Lucky…you’re asking me to marry you?”

“
Yes. Is that so terribly unusual for a woman to say?”

“
Frankly, yes…especially under the circumstances. I thought Stuart was going to marry you.”

I bit my lip but soldiered on. “I don’t love Stuart. If I loved him, I would marry him. I love
you
. Thus, I intend to marry
you
.”

In two long strides he was standing in front of me, the surprise in his face and eyes gone, replaced by something far more intense. His fingers grasped my chin to edge my face up. “Do you know how many men I’ve killed, Lucky? Not just Hastings, but soldiers in battle? Do you know how much blood I’ve spilled? I’ve earned every one of those scars.” He paused. “You can’t possibly want to marry someone like me.”

“
You’re not some monster,” I argued, my voice catching in my throat. “You’re a man. You’re the man I love, Tiberius, and the one I want to marry.” I slid my hand up his chest. “I don’t care about the blood, the death, about Hastings, about any of that. That’s all in the past. I care about now, the present. And I want you to be a part of it. And my future.”

Something alighted behind his eyes and I felt a part of me melt inside at the sight of it. “You do realize this is all rather forward of you.”

“
I don’t care. I speak my mind. You know that. I’m your partner. I have a mind to speak. And if you don’t like that…well, then, you’ll just need to
learn
to like it.”

He smirked at that. “Is that how it’s going to be between us?”

“
Yes,” I told him, my courage building. “I intend to marry you and keep you here with me. And if you won’t stay with me, then I shall have to travel with you. But whichever way we do it, we’ll be together. And I won’t take no as an answer.” I wagged my finger in his face. “And one other thing.”

“
What’s that?”

“
I enjoy being on top when we make love, so we shall do that again…rather frequently, in fact. And if you don’t like that, then that’s another thing you’ll need to grow accustomed to.”

“
You want to be a woman on top.”

“
Yes, in all things. Business
and
love. I’m not afraid.”

He laughed at that as he set his hands on my hips and drew me against the hard wall of his body. “You’re not, are you? And actually, I do enjoy that, Lucky. Very much.”

“
Then it’s settled. We’ll be married. Do you object?” I asked, afraid that he might.

He shook his head. “No objections. But I do have a request.”

“
Yes?” I asked nervously, biting my lip.

He took my hand and brought the back of it to his lips for a brief kiss. “I would like us to continue to be gentleman and courtesan…at least until we’re wed. Then I shall be at your disposal.”

His offer was reasonable, so I said, “Yes, of course.”

He immediately took full advantage. He cupped the back of my head, his fingers sinking deep into my coiffure, and held me in place as he kissed me. I sighed at the familiar scratch of his cheek, the scent that was just him, musky and a little sweet, and slid my hands to his backside, gripping him tightly through his trousers as his kiss intensified and he first nibbled and then bit at my bottom lip. He moaned against my mouth as I sank my fingers into the firmness of his buttocks. His heat engulfed me and I felt the insistent stab of his erection probing my stomach.

I wrested the placket of his trousers open and slid my hands inside. I gripped the hardness of his cock and slid my hand to the top, teasing the little slit with my fingertips. His cock immediately began to weep for me and the heated stickiness quickly covered my hand. I ran it up and down his slippery, throbbing shaft, then lower still, to the firm, velvety sac of his testes.

He growled in response and slid his hands beneath my dress, expertly ripping away my underthings until I was, except for my stockings, completely naked beneath the skirt of my dress. I spread my legs for him as he fondled all the wetness between my legs. He slid his fingers deep inside my willing hole and I immediately grunted against his mouth and began rolling my hips in response to his touch. My hips met every deep, deliberate, intimate thrust of his fingers.

I thought we must make quite a wanton pair, and a part of me feared what would happen, should Rupert and his lover open the door and find us together like this, but my mind and all my worldly worries were quickly swept away on the tide of my desire for this man, my ogre. He brought me fast and hard while I stroked and fondled his cock. Our mouths clung in a kiss as I writhed against him as the pressure within me built and then burst inside me, making me thrust wildly against his body like some wanton, enraptured creature of the night.

“
I want to be inside you,” he growled softly against my lips. “Now.”

I began spreading my legs further, but he said, “No. Not like that. Turn around.”

I obediently turned and he pushed me forward so I was forced to kneel on the cushion of the fainting couch and my upper body was bent over the back. He pulled my skirts up so I was bare to his touch and leaned against my back, pinning me against the backrest. I wriggled at the pressure until he swatted me, hard, and I cried out, muffling the sound in the crook of my arm. Then he snagged the back of my neck in his sharp, big teeth and started rubbing his seeping cock against my crack. I struggled until the pressure of his teeth increased and I moaned at the thrilling fear of being taken like this, like some creature in the throes of her heat season, and submitted to his advances. I raised my backside a little, the trickle of his seed dripping down over my back and legs, and wriggled uncontrollably.

“
Do you love me?” I asked.

He released me long enough to whisper, “More than anything, Lucky. More than life itself. Yes, I love you.” He angled my hips up so he had better access to me and drew his lips and tongue along my spine and backside, nibbling my skin there so I ground my hips back against his wicked little bites. “I love your mouth and mind and your lovely little cunny. I love everything about you, Lucky.”

“
Why didn’t you say then?” I cried. “Why did you say nothing?”

“
Oh Lucky, I thought…it doesn’t matter what I thought.”

“
That I wouldn’t love you because of your face? Do you really think me so shallow and callous?”

He traced the wetness between my legs with his tongue. He nibbled at both my openings. “Forgive me.”

“
Show me. Earn it,” I commanded him.

He grunted in response. Steadying my hips with his hands, he heaved himself upward and buried the thickness of himself to the hilt inside me. His testes hit my backside as I took every inch of him at once and I cried out at the intensity of it all. I tightened my muscles around him until he groaned. I held him deep inside as the second orgasm hit me, and then the pounding of his cock brought an unexpected third, though this one was different from the others and acted like a shockwave echoing throughout my body so my fingernails pierced the velvet of the couch and I rocked back to meet each of his powerful thrusts.

He pulled out, turned me about, and lifted me slightly in his arms, guiding me back against the wall of the library beside the couch, just under the governor’s stern, inspirational portrait of the theologian Jonathan Edwards. My shoulders hit the wall with a soft thud. Tiberius immediately sheathed himself deep inside me. I wrapped my legs around his waist so it was just his body, cock and the wall behind me holding me in place, and then he was bucking almost desperately inside me, each thrust pushing my back up the wall and making me gasp with the sheer power and ferocity of his rutting.

I rested my hands on his shoulders. “Harder, Tiberius…harder…”

“
I don’t want to hurt you, love.”

“
It doesn’t hurt.”

“
You’re simply amazing,” he told me, his eyes shining with love and lust. He pounded into me harder, all the way up inside me until my fourth, writhing orgasm triggered his own and his cock twitched and spurted inside me, filling me to overflowing. He slid his hands about my waist and crushed me against him, kissing me hungrily as he finished emptying himself inside me. In that moment the door opened and Stuart stepped into the governor’s library.

“
What in hell is going on?
Lucille?
”

A WOMAN ON TOP

Smithtown, New York, 1805

Tiberius slowly lowered me to the floor of the Governor’s study, then bent to fix my skirts properly so I was decent. He then turned to face Stewart. His face was drawn and mean, and it looked years older. The scar along the left side of his face seemed to pulse. He eyed the younger man like a big male bull ready to charge a young challenger.

“
What do you think you’re doing with Lucille?” Stewart demanded to know, taking a step toward us both. To his credit, he didn’t back down, though I did detect a quaver in his angry voice. I shifted along the wall, away from both men. I was acutely aware of how small I was, and how much I didn’t want to be between them if there were fisticuffs.

Tiberius offered Stewart a bitter smile. “What do you think, lad?”

Stewart drew himself up taller. “She’s mine. She’s going to be my wife!”

“
I don’t think so,” Tiberius said. “And I think it’s best if you leave now.”

Stewart looked over Tiberius. Judging the other man bigger and stronger, he decided that discretion was indeed the better part of valor.

***

The second time Tiberius and I visited the Dollhouse, I knew a little more about what to expect, and I was a great deal less nervous, though I quickly learned I should have been. Inside the foyer, the ushers took my cloak and Tiberius’s greatcoat. He then turned to me, took my hand, and tucked it properly into the crook of his arm.

He had been very quiet during the carriage ride, though he’d insisted I sit on his lap. He knew I was still upset about the Sinterklaas celebration and Stuart finding me in such a compromising position. I kept expecting Stuart to return to my father’s house, to confront me about it. But I hadn’t seen him in days.

During the ride, Tiberius spent a great deal of time exploring my curves and delving into the eager nooks under my skirts until I was soaking wet. Then he undid his trousers and slid me easily down upon his substantial erection and held me tight against the front of his body while he nibbled my ear and growled softly against my throat. Every bump in the road drove his cock a little deeper inside the seeping warmth of my body until I felt I might explode from the overfill of emotion—my love for Tiberius, my lust to be as close as possible to my lover. When the carriage finally stopped outside the Dollhouse, we tarried a few minutes longer while Tiberius let me ride his lap, my inner muscles clutching him so fiercely his growls quickly turned to soft cries in the dark. I rode him hard and milked him thoroughly and completely of spend, just the way he liked it. Then we went inside.

“
Are you all right, love?” he asked me now.

“
Yes, of course,” I answered, and he dropped his arm so he could encircle my waist and set his big hand on my backside as we moved from the anteroom into the great room where all the grand, erotic portraiture waited. In polite society, such a gesture would have been considered improper, a gesture to be used only on a prostitute, but I liked the possessive way he clutched me, the way he signaled to others that I was his. We’d arrived late at the Dollhouse, and the other courtesans and their gentlemen were already pairing up as they prepared to find a room to perform in for the night.

Tiberius passed a few words with some gentleman he knew while I circled the room, studying the paintings on the walls. The courtesans in the pictures were painted pale white, like swans in human skins lying on divans and couches, nude or nearly so, wreathed in flowers or strips of cloth. But there were also pictures of courtesans and their gentleman. The courtesans sat on their gentlemen’s laps, or lay beneath them or upon their gentlemen’s faces in gestures so overt they left me giggling.

Tiberius came up beside me and slid one hand around my waist. The other pushed my skirt up the back of my legs so the coolness of the room touched me, and soon his fingers were tracing my buttocks and crack. He rested his chin atop my head. “Have you found something funny?” he asked with interest.

I wriggled against him in response. “More…inspirational.”

“
Ah…what do you find inspirational, Lucky?”

“
I like this one.” I pointed to the picture of a gentleman birching his courtesan, who was tied to a post of their bed. “But is he hurting her?”