The Rightful Lord (The Saga Of Wolfbridge Manor Book 3)

by Sahara Kelly

  “He’s been a soldier, lad,” remarked Harry. “Some of ‘em are born with lucky hands for the ivories. And cards too, come to think of it.”

  “Hah.” Jeremy removed his other boot. “Gabriel’s right. Let’s see if you can do it again, Royce.”

  More boots piled to one side of the room, joined by Gwyneth’s other slipper.

  Royce felt the hush as he once again picked up the dice, knowing the first throw was a fluke but praying for another one.

  The ivory cubes clattered…everyone leaned in to see…

  “I don’t believe it.” Gabriel collapsed in a chair.

  “A five and a two.” Gwyneth stared at Royce. “Incredible.”

  “Damned nuisance,” muttered Jeremy. “He’ll have our breeches next.”

  Royce considered the situation. Then his lips curled into a smile. “You might be right. But I think socks and stockings first.”

  *~~*~~*

  Journal of Gwyneth, Lady of Wolfbridge - Christmas Day 1818

  My first Christmas at Wolfbridge.

  I cannot remember last Christmas, or even too many before then, since they were somewhat routine, and rarely celebrated as special and delightful days. I do have memories of my childhood; the pine boughs, the smell of a goose cooking - that sort of thing. But nothing, absolutely nothing, can compare to the Christmas I have celebrated here with my gentlemen.

  The roaring fires, the snow and the scent of whatever delicious meal Evan decided to prepare…everything has contributed to the days of feasting and joy.

  We went to an early service at church, because the weather was threatening. I believe I may have caused a slight stir by insisting that all my gentlemen join me in the Wolfbridge pew, not just Royce. But I’m sure they will become accustomed, since we are in a society that needs to spend more time appreciating those we care about.

  My gentlemen, Jeremy, Evan, Harry, and Gabriel, are not my servants. I know that to the rest of the world they would appear to be members of the Wolfbridge household staff. But to me, they are essential to my everyday life, and the happiness of my heart. And I will not apologise for treating them thusly and sharing our pew at St. Polycarp’s.

  It was a lovely service, and I’m glad we attended, for if we had waited - none of us would have cared for a snowy drive in the dark. As it was, we were home in plenty of time to prepare for our little play.

  And how well it went! Our costumes - thanks to Gabriel - were charming and fun, the story we told was entertaining, and the response very enthusiastic.

  It was so wonderful to see the children’s faces as my gentlemen emerged in their finery to press their suit on the ‘Princess’. The adults were laughing, the children gasping…I think I understand better now the lure of the theatre and theatrics. Not that I’d want to do it all the time, but there was a palpable energy in the air as we performed.

  I believe the whole point of the exercise was well made and hope for increased enthusiasm amongst our people for the school we expect to offer their children. My mandate here, as Lady of Wolfbridge, is to ‘do good things’. From the bottom of my heart, I trust this is a good thing.

  After the play was done, the audience fed and finally sent home, we actors had a chance at last to relax. I would blame the brandy for what happened next, but that would be unfair. We all needed to set aside all the many details and concerns that we’d carried around for the preceding weeks; our performance was completed, everyone was safely at home, and the snow commenced, isolating us from the outside world.

  Definitely a time to enjoy our leisure.

  And our brandy.

  We chose a dice game for entertainment…Hazard, which I’d never played before. Royce produced dice he’d found somewhere, and everyone immediately involved themselves in the wagering.

  Since we had no coins on us, Gabriel - wicked man that he is - suggested we use items of clothing instead. It was a clever idea, since all of us had footwear and stockings.

  But they soon vanished as Royce began a winning streak that I think astonished even him.

  I do hope this journal never sees the light of day, since the contents would initiate a scandal of massive proportions, I’m sure. But I must write down these things to keep them fresh in my mind. And to read when I am old and grey and no longer of physical interest to anyone.

  The brandy was passed around freely, and as the dice were thrown, we surrendered more of our clothing. It only took an hour or so for Jeremy and Evan to be down to their breeches. Gabriel retained his shirt as well. Harry had one stocking, his shirt and breeches.

  Royce was barefoot and grinning fiercely. He has a strong competitive urge that showed quite clearly. He bet with care, unafraid of holding back if he felt the dice would not run in his favour, while the rest of us gaily shed our garments.

  At this point, it was suggested we take the game upstairs to my chamber, since the fire was dying down in the parlour and my room was always warm.

  At that point, my own personal fire stirred to life, sending a shiver of excitement through my flesh. Since I was wearing only my thin chemise and stockings - I’d made some unwise bets - my reaction was quite obvious.

  Harry had smiled, picked me up, and led the way upstairs, as the others took the dice and banked the fire behind the screen for the night.

  I saw Royce blowing out the candles over Harry’s shoulder as we left.

  This experience, this Christmas Eve…well, it will stay with me for the rest of my life.

  Harry’s arms were strong, and he held me tightly to his bare chest, seeming to enjoy the touch of my hand as I held on to him for safety. His eyes - oh, the look in his eyes. No longer distant or shuttered, he smiled at me with the warmest affection, the sweetest curve to his lips.

  I bravely reached for them with my fingers and to my surprise he opened his mouth and sucked one inside. I grew instantly aroused, and the tone was set for the rest of the night.

  Our game continued, but this time with most of us sitting on the bed. Fewer candles gave the room a more sensual feel, and with so few clothes left between us, there were only a few throws needed to render my gentlemen beautifully naked.

  Our inhibitions, if we still had any, had been destroyed by the very fine brandy, and I trembled with desire as four pairs of hands helped rid me of my last garment.

  I cannot forget the roll of the dice…a one and a two. Three…my lucky number.

  Although at that moment it was four.

  Where was Royce? I didn’t realise until that moment that he’d not come into my chamber. I understood why, but even so I was saddened by his absence. I would like to have seen his face, his expression, as my final piece of clothing fell to the floor.

  But the attentions of the others soon distracted me away from such thoughts.

  All four of my gentlemen were nude. How can I describe the incredible masculine beauty that surrounds me? Do I have the right words to convey how magnificent Gabriel’s pale skin looks in the firelight? Or how Evan’s eyes light up when he touches me? Can I convey the thrill of Harry’s hands roaming over my skin or Jeremy chuckling as he tickles my neck with his tongue?

  I wish I had a greater skill with words, or - even better - an ability to paint the scenes reflected in my mirror last night. If I had that talent, the walls of Wolfbridge would be covered with erotic paintings of my gentlemen. So perhaps it’s a good thing that I cannot reproduce the magnificence surrounding me.

  I touched them all, as they touched me. We tumbled onto my bed, which thankfully is of a very good size. All four of us mingled our bodies, and in truth most of the time I knew not who was doing what to whom.

  I was kissed. Oh so many times, each man tasting slightly different, each man loving my mouth with his. To be kissed thus, to be so aroused and to feel so cherished…no, I cannot describe it.

  Nor can I describe how it is to be not only kissed but have one’s breasts suckled. By two men, one on either side of me. When a fourth kisses between my legs, I am lost
, drowning in sensations that are stealing the breath from my lungs.

  I recall raising my hands to touch the heads suckling me, knowing that it was Gabriel and Jeremy from the feel of their hair.

  Evan’s tongue was in my mouth, so it was Harry who thrust his tongue eagerly between my thighs, pressing hard, devouring my sensitive flesh.

  Just writing of this moment…I must stop and collect my thoughts…

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Journal of Gwyneth, Lady of Wolfbridge - Christmas Day - 1818 (continued)

  There. Evan just brought me tea and a glass of something tasty in case I had a headache after the brandy last night. He is so very caring and thoughtful, always putting others before himself. I love him so dearly for that and many other things.

  Truthfully, he looked slightly the worse for wear, but I refused to remark upon it, merely thanking him and giving him a kiss good morning.

  Perhaps I am unusual in that I awoke feeling quite well, although a little stiff and sore in places. But I should return to my description of the night before I forget any of the details.

  Am I a wanton and disgusting woman? Perhaps so. And after I finish describing our Christmas Eve, many would not hesitate to condemn me. But to them, I say “I could not care less”. Let the world think what it will.

  I have never spent a better Christmas Eve, nor could I be happier than I am at this moment.

  I lay amidst my gentlemen, holding them to my body, parting my thighs and inviting them to pleasure us all. And they did, most heartily.

  We knew, we yearned, and we took, uncaring of convention or propriety.

  Harry brought me with his tongue, fierce and hungry, lapping at me until I squirmed and cried out. Adding to the pleasure, I had two men sucking my nipples, little love bites that aroused and excited me beyond belief. As the passion rose, I felt Evan move his face from mine, but he did not leave, he merely adjusted the position of my head and put his cock against my lips.

  What could I do? I opened my mouth and licked, encouraging him to push within. I sucked him as others sucked me. I could not move as much, but with the way my head was resting, Evan found a rhythm against my lips and tongue that seemed to give him pleasure.

  The taste of him pleased me too, and I felt him throb against my lips even as I heard his groans. As Harry brought me to the edge, Evan spilled into my mouth and I drank him thirstily, taking all I could as Harry sucked me into my first release of the night.

  His cry blended with mine and for a moment we were both tossed into that perfect bliss.

  Gabriel and Jeremy let their mouths rest on my nipples as I rode out the storm, and Evan withdrew on an audible sigh.

  Harry kissed my mound, then laid his head just above, stroking my thigh with one hand.

  We all paused, tangled, catching our breaths. Then they all moved, as if in concert, lifting me into a comfortable position.

  Gabriel asked if I was all right.

  “Oh yes,” I answered. I reassured them that I was very well indeed and ready to continue our game. They knew I did not refer to dice.

  Harry looked at me and said he thought it was time for fucking. His words were blunt but so very erotic; I knew he wanted it, and my body shuddered at the thought, surprising me. But then again, I am insatiable when it comes to my gentlemen.

  Evan gave a sweet smile and settled himself against my pillow, announcing his intention to watch.

  Jeremy knelt at my side. He kissed me so gently and thoroughly I was once more aroused. Then he asked me to press my breasts together. Since I had already experimented with Gabriel in this way, I was eager and ready to do so, and we positioned ourselves so that Jeremy could slide his cock between them. I have to note how much I enjoy this; the sensation of a thick and hard cock slipping up and down, the skin pulling against mine…well, it is different and exciting and since it gives us both pleasure, a thing I believe I shall enjoy more often. I can touch my own nipples too, and now I’m unafraid to do so, knowing that such an action arouses the men watching me.

  Jeremy took but a few moments to explode, his seed shooting up under my chin as I watched his face contort with passion. He is an amazing lover. It pleases me to be able to see the depth of his desire at such a moment.

  Of course it left me sticky, but Gabriel was there with a cloth, and we all took a moment to touch and kiss and incidentally finish the brandy bottle. Our second.

  Was I inebriated? Yes, and more than a little. But I still cannot say if it was truly the brandy, or the presence of my gentlemen that made my senses spin.

  After that moment, Jeremy collapsed on the bed, smiling and panting and stroking my side and thighs.

  Truth to tell, I wasn’t sure what to do next, but the matter was taken out of my hands when Harry slid to the edge of the bed, pulled me with him and sat me on his lap facing him, his legs over the edge.

  He glanced at Gabriel, exchanging some message I did not understand, but I let it pass, simply finding a comfortable spot. His cock was rigid, caught between us, thrust upward by my body. I asked if he was all right with me where I was, and he chuckled, informing me that he would be very shortly.

  Gabriel, meanwhile, stood behind me, his hands soothing my back, rubbing me in the most delightful way. I felt something cool and slippery, and then the scent of roses wreathed around my nostrils. I recognised it as the salve I’d been given for my hands.

  Gabriel stroked my spine and bottom as Harry lifted me onto his cock. His strength was evident as he slowly lowered me, easily filling me, stretching me, sliding through the sticky wetness his tongue had drawn from my body. My legs were pulled wide to either side and once inside, he leaned back, taking me with him. Almost kneeling, I let my weight down as he kept his body tight against mine.

  I loved the feel of him so deep within me, and his hands on my hips, clasping my flesh, tugging and teasing. Then I felt Gabriel’s fingers touch me between my buttocks.

  Slippery with the salve, he rubbed around my tightest place, sending shivers of pleasure through me and onto Harry’s cock. There was a groan - but truly I cannot say from whom. I know I gasped and gasped again as I felt something warm and hard press between my buttocks.

  Scarcely had I chance to explore the sensation when Harry slid a hand between us and found that wonderful spot that always stirs me to madness.

  I moaned and then felt another intrusion. Gabriel was pressing inside me, slowly, gently, his path eased by the salve he’d spread so liberally.

  I believe I cried out, but not from pain, from the amazing sensation of fullness I was beginning to experience. This was not my first time encountering such a thing, but it certainly felt like it.

  Harry continued to rub me gently, keeping his cock deep, and his eyes on mine. He freed one hand from my hip to tease my breast, knowing that I am very sensitive there and can even attain a release from the right stimulation.

  At this time, however, I was so involved in the penetrations that my mind focussed less on coming and more on wondering at the stunning feelings taking place within me.

  Perhaps if there was poetry within my head, I would have words adequate enough to describe the emotions coursing through me as these two men both shared my body, giving as much pleasure as they were taking.

  There was no force, no fierce or savage plundering, just the sweet rhythmic penetration of two cocks into me. Me, Gwyneth, the woman who could never have even imagined being loved like this.

  Was it uncomfortable? A little, until I became accustomed to Gabriel’s slide within my arse. And truly, there seemed to be as many wonderful sensations emanating from his intrusion as there were from Harry’s rigid length pleasuring me with gentle rocking.

  Could they feel each other? It seemed likely, since within me I sensed a closeness when they both pressed in at the same time.

  Again, I would summon words that would convey how it felt - but alas, I have none.

  All I can report here, in this journal, is that they both brought me
slowly and steadily to the brink and then together moved in rhythm until releasing within me.

  That moment, that sensation…it was beyond words, and it propelled me headlong into a massive release of my own.

  I felt them holding me as I shook, and I know I screamed from the sheer force of the ecstasy shimmering over me. To spasm against one cock is wonderful. To have that same sensation doubled? I cannot do it justice.

  I would like to think that Harry and Gabriel were as stunned as I at the duration and power of our mutual release.

  Evan and Jeremy were wide-eyed, and as I eased from my peak, I saw them pleasuring themselves. Apparently watching such a display had aroused them again.

  It was an additional moment of joy; almost as if we all shared one single moment of physical bliss.

  Needless to say, we tumbled apart, exhausted, more than a trifle disguised, and limp of limb.

  And we slept there, on my bed, cuddled into a heap under the quilt.

  I cannot imagine a more wonderful Christmas Eve.

  *~~*~~*

  Gwyneth blotted and closed her journal, locking it away in the small drawer of her bureau. Why she felt compelled to write such things, she wasn’t sure, but she knew that at some time in her later life, she’d re-read them and recapture some of the magic her gentlemen gave her.

  She smiled at the memory of waking with Harry on one side and Gabriel on the other.

  It was unusual…once their play had ended, the gentlemen usually settled her down and then left her with kisses and wishes for a peaceful night’s sleep. After any one of them, she usually experienced just that.

  But to be honest with herself, she liked opening her eyes to find herself tucked between two such handsome men. Their bodies were warm and firm, and the comfort and security she felt at that moment had been unique.

  She stared into the mirror, wondering at the look upon the features reflected there.

  Was this true happiness? The light in those eyes? The gentle curve of those lips as a smile lingered close…