To Please a Lady

by Raven McAllan

  Taking a deep breath, Hermione straightened her attire and then, without further volition, walked to the door indicated and boldly opened it.

  What she saw not only gave her pause for thought, an instant need to be fucked, and a view to be given such pleasure as could not be imagined, it also gave her a need to be possessed by the occupants of the room. Immediately, at that very moment, with no excuses accepted.

  Chapter Three

  No apology would be needed. As she viewed the tableaux unfolding in front of her, her juices flowed, her cunt clenched, and her clit begged for attention.

  In pictorial glory, she saw her lovers entwined. No other word would suffice. Ran was spread on his back, his legs resting on Berry’s shoulder. From her stance near the door, she could see how Berry’s cock was held deep inside Ran’s arse, his hands nipping each nipple so proudly presented to him, and Ran’s hands hard on his own cock, moving to the rhythm of the pounding inside him.

  “Well, my lords, I perceive my presence, my body, need not be in attendance for you both to achieve your release. Alas, my worry you were pining and unable to achieve satisfaction without a woman to at least voyeur you was all for naught. I was wrong, I ascertain, so very wrong, for I perceive you both managed perfectly without me. Therefore, I crave your indulgence to retire.” She gathered her skirts and went to remove from the room.

  Before she was able to do so, she was caught from behind. Pressed tightly against a rigid cock, the throbbing hardness easily noticed through pelisse and over gown. Whoever held her captive must have experienced great pain with such a swift uncoupling. However, that was neither her problem nor her worry. Unaccountably hurt and not knowing why, for she knew they were lovers well before she became part of their lives, and had she not indeed spurned them earlier? Still, she pulled away, facing forward lest her distress show on her face.

  Composing herself, she grasped the door handle and turned.

  “My lords, you had no need to cease your amusements on my behalf. Forsooth if I so desired I would stay to watch. As I feel at this moment my attendance is superfluous, I bid you goodnight.” Proud of her composure, she dropped a deep curtsy and swept out.

  How she found her way home, she knew not. Her eyes were blurred, her gait uneven. So many questions. Not least why had they let her leave? Why was she feeling so bereft? It was she who had rejected their advances, nor they hers. Why should they not take their pleasure as they were so inclined?

  Why not indeed, she thought fiercely as she re-entered her bedchamber and threw her pelisse unheeded toward a straight-back chair and missed. She let it lie on the floor like a discarded toy. I wanted them to realize what they were missing by their perfidy; how mistaken could a woman be? She smiled ruefully. They were not culpable; she was.

  Hermione pulled back the covers and laid down, her back to the door, and looked at the glowing embers of her fire. A bit like my arousal, she thought dismally; without being stoked, it is extinguishing, ember by ember. Angrily she brushed away a tear. If you had not behaved like a spoiled child, had been complimented by their desire to show you the delights that could be yours rather than choosing to be disgruntled, you would now be sated, as would they be. And have a chance to make an informed choice regarding your future instead of now pondering the thought that you may have ruined your chance.

  Briefly she relived the delicious feeling of that hard cock separating her buttocks, and she sighed. Well, if to eat crow was the way forward, eat crow she would, given the chance. With melancholy, she closed her eyes.

  ***

  Ran rose off the bed and laid his hand on Berry’s shoulder. “Do we follow?”

  Berry shook his head. “Not in this state of dress.” He looked at their naked bodies. “Otherwise I believe we must. Not to coerce or seduce, but to calm and placate, to soothe and pacify. Allay any fears she may have and erase any hurts.”

  Ran nodded. He began to pull on his breeches, thankful for the small supply of clothes each stored in their lover’s residence.

  “We seem to do nothing proper this eve.” He spoke his thoughts as he watched with regret as Berry’s glorious body was hidden from sight. “Perchance now is our opportunity to rectify that.”

  “One can only hope.” Berry was fully clothed and looking at him with impatience. “Let us go and do penance.”

  “We can only hope that she has not locked the door.” Ran once more spoke his thoughts out loud and heard Berry’s grunt of agreement. The mews were dark, neither had thought to take up a candle, and the moon on the wane and frequently masked by clouds, all of which was little help. Again Ran blessed their training and their ability to walk in stealth at night. No cat could have proceeded better. Hermione’s gate was located with ease.

  Their luck did not desert them—the side door was unlocked. Ran thought Hermione in her haste had simply neglected to secure it. There was no way she would have left it unsecured to facilitate their entry. She would have more likely barred it had she realized they may follow. Not that any such action would hold them back more than the few seconds it would take to overcome the obstacle presented.

  Swiftly, he led the way up the stairs and stealthily trod toward the door of her bedchamber, Berry following. Silently he turned the handle, and the door swung noiselessly inward.

  He glanced at Berry, who understood, and walked toward the large, ornate bed, where Hermione lay, facing away from them and seemingly unaware of their presence. Rapidly Berry divested himself of his clothes and moved to lie behind her, a piece of cloth in his hands.

  As his clothes followed those of Berry, Ran watched as she stiffened then relaxed, pushing back into Berry’s hardening cock. Ah, so a welcome this time?

  “Ah, my lord, ‘tis good.” She began to turn to see her captor. Ran moved closer, until he was almost touching both Hermione and Berry.

  “Oh no, this is not acceptable.” He spoke softly, his voice disguised. “You chose to come to us; you chose to leave. Now we choose to deny you the sense of sight. Or touch. Do you choose to allow us?” Another velvet tie was applied over her eyes. A soft kiss applied as had been earlier.

  “We made no promises to deny ourselves the ecstasy to be with your body. Do not denigrate yourself here, my love. We may be your masters, but we are also your soul.”

  Another soft cloth was wound around her hands, keeping them in her lap. Hermione felt no fear. These were her men and her destiny. She nodded. What answer would be proper to such an outrageous statement? None, she feared. However, she attempted. “If you be my masters, I am not your slave. No one rules or owns me, excepting my own self. If you cannot accept this, then I fear you cannot accept me.” Now wide awake and wanting, she waited. In truth, her pussy was so desirous of being petted and stroked. If her bluff were to be called, she would crumple.

  There was a silence. Unable to see, it could have been menacing. Instead, to her amazement it felt comforting and safe. Indeed, with these men she felt truly protected. Be that as she may, she would still not be subservient to any person, male or female.

  The air around her moved, and she felt another body near.

  “Tell me, what do you feel?”

  “Physically? Very little as neither of you deign to come within my capacity to touch.” She giggled, then gasped as she felt the coverlet over her heated body removed and cool air drift over her. “Who can tell if the very little would change to something bigger if you did so?” She continued, trying to regulate her breathing as she was lifted to her feet, and one hard, large cock rubbed up and down the generous indentation between her cheeks, and another, equally hard and seemingly as large, thrust between her legs to tease. She was left in no doubt at all the little would change. Dramatically.

  “Mentally? I feel hot, aroused, excited, and emotionally challenged. My cunt is on fire; even its own juices cannot quell the flames.” She paused, but no other speech was forthcoming. The only sounds in the room, apart from their breathing, were the soft rasps as two cocks teased an
d caressed her body.

  “I concede, my lords, that at this moment, in this matter, you are in charge. I await your pleasures. Or is that pleasure one where your cocks meet? For of a surety, they do so between my legs.”

  “All our pleasures, my love, all our pleasures. Our cocks today are here but to serve you, with your choice, to cease at any time, should you so desire. You furnish us with the word for desist, and we all remember it well.” The voice, low and sultry, whispered in her ear, promising such pleasure as to make her squirm. She was now, with all her senses attuned, able to recognize the voice as that of Berry.

  Hermione pondered. She felt those two firm, hot male bodies move closer, but still she did not touch. Let her now be the tease.

  She made the silence last. Unseeing, behind her velvet mask, she felt the impatience in each body pressed to her. Finally, she spoke. “Snuff.”

  A hastily muffled laugh and a cough was the response. Then, “Your pardon, my love?”

  “My safe word should I need it. Snuff.”

  “So be it. ‘Snuff’ for each of us if we wish an activity to cease.” That, she now knew, was Ran.

  She felt the binding at her hands loosen and fall free.

  “We are now all able to touch and feel at our will.” Again Ran spoke.

  Still she made no move to touch either one of her lovers. In truth, her nerves were stretched to their utmost, her body taut and ready to sing. Her excitement such that to participate in any unrequested movement would be calamitous in achieving any longevity in their pleasure.

  Perhaps they realized this, for as she stood waiting for their gratification to begin, she felt herself turned and led toward…what? In her darkness she knew not what or where.

  “Are you ready to experience pleasure, Hermione? Accepting our directions for our ultimate releases?”

  She nodded.

  “Speak so, my love, for we both wish to be sure.” Berry’s voice was husky with—she hoped—desire and expectation. “You have my oath we will do nothing untoward, nothing other than bring us all to culmination.”

  “My oath also. This is to be mutual in all things.”

  Hermione chuckled. “I wonder who will be blindfolded next. May I add my oath to yours? With the consideration that after tonight, I may not agree to us being three together? Even though it may mean I no longer may be one of two with either of you.”

  “You wish to try the goods?” Berry was laughing. “My love, you have been well using them for an age.”

  If she had not considered it a childish act, she would have stamped one dainty foot. “My lords, I may have been sampling the goods in any which way we considered enjoyable, but indeed only singularly, never together.” She spoke in a reasonable tone, determined to omit any hint of the excitement the occasion was causing. “How, until I sample the fare, will I indeed know if two cocks are better than one? Or if the adage ‘two many cocks spoil the broth’ is true?”

  She heard the shouts of appreciation from both men and felt herself being turned once more before a hand on her arm guided her to sit on a silken cover. The bed? She was predisposed to think so.

  “Our broth will never be spoiled when all three mix it equally.” She was told as she felt the bed—for surely it was that—dip on either side of her, and her body was sandwiched snugly on both sides.

  “Then let us cook. Who is to stir the mix first? Who has the ingredients? How know us the best order to add each to our recipe?” Hermione was lighthearted, lustful, and no longer leery. She heard two deep laughs and leaned herself toward a night of entertainment and discovery.

  Berry spoke as he looked at her magnificent body, open and on display for him and Ran, the black velvet covering her eyes, the long hair flowing freely down her back, and her hands loosely at either side. “The first ingredient is to ask for your trust and ask you to use all other senses available to you to make up for your temporary loss of sight. ‘Twill be restored to you when we fuck, for we wish you to see all the joys we experience. But to experience the heightening pleasure we crave you to realize, we want nothing to encroach on your inner sense. Do you agree?”

  She nodded. Berry knew his silent sigh of relief was mirrored by that of Ran.

  “Oh, my lords, I do so agree…with one proviso.” Her voice was full of possibilities. “You remember and honor your promise, for I am so desirous to see us achieve our mutual release.”

  He looked at Ran, who signaled his agreement.

  “Willingly. After your senses are sated, we will together sate our souls. Your first release, ah, Mione-mine, ‘twill be all you ever dreamed of and more, and for this we will not remove your blindfold. You will scream out your pleasure by sense alone. Then, and only then, will we reveal all and experience all together.”

  There was a moment’s silence. Had he forced her hand to such a degree she would baulk? He need not have worried.

  With a smile guaranteed to set both cocks on fire, she spoke. “Then I am satisfied.”

  Berry laughed. “Oh, not yet, my love, but you will, we promise you that.” So saying, he moved her hair to fall over her shoulders, baring her back, took a feather from her dresser, and ran it across her nakedness.

  An involuntary shiver ran through her. One of delight?

  “Scared, my love? We will not harm you. You have your safe word, if you ever feel to need it. Tonight, each time we are together is for mutual gratification. If it not please us all, it pleases none.”

  “Not scared,” was her frank reply. “Wet, willing, waiting, and full of delicious anticipatory excitement. For you know I enjoy each of you, have relished all we have achieved, and see no reason why I should not continue to do so. Unless—” Her voice snapped. “I die of anticipation and lack of fulfillment.”

  No chance of that. Berry looked across at Ran. Their minds so attuned in a situation such as this there was no need for speech. As one they moved forward.

  Hermione, in her velvet isolation, felt the air move and knew her lovers were very close by. Within her blackness, her senses heightened as predicted, she could hear her heartbeat, feel her blood as it pulsed through her body. She waited. The moving of her hair, the soft, feathery sweep over her shoulders, those butterfly kisses all contrived to incite her senses.

  “Are you ready to come?” Ran said as a hand helped her into a prone position.

  “More than ready.” The rogues! They knew. They more than knew. She was abrupt. “So, yes. Will you aid me, or do I help myself?”

  “Oh, our love, we will help you.”

  That sounded as she wished.

  “Enjoy, and achieve release.”

  She waited for more. The silence was complete, except for the soft swish of feathers, now on her chest, and—Oh, my!—between her legs, teasing her clit. She imagined their dampness, as she knew her juices must transfer to the feathers. Then she felt that sensation as they passed over her lips. A feeling so powerful she would be hard put to explain it began to fill her. One of sparks, such as she saw from a tinderbox or a burning coal.

  Now a hand was touching her nipples and another gently opening the folds of her pussy and slipping a moistened finger inside her welcoming slit. Gad, she was so wet, why add more?

  Hermione groaned in rapture, as her sensitized clit was circled and rubbed; that magic finger inside her moved and sent messages of promise to her brain. Her breasts were being fondled, each hard nipple nipped and soothed. She was going to explode. Never before had bliss been experienced to such a degree.

  She shattered and screamed, her body arching away from the bed, being held firmly in place as she twisted and writhed in ecstasy.

  “Oh, yes! Oh my, oh sweet Lord. Aahh.” She must surely be heard on Albemarle Street such was her loudness. Her voice was silenced by a kiss. More than one—one to drink her climax, one to show appreciation of her shattering.

  Two pairs of hands held her lovingly as she felt herself climb down from that overwhelming height. Two mouths rested in turn on her lips, t
wo male, aroused bodies lay close, one on either side of her now-quiescent self. Truly she could stay in this state, this cloister of loving, forever, such was her pleasure.

  Her lovers had other ideas. No sooner than she felt sated, relaxed, and at peace, the sensual onslaught began again. Two hard cocks began to rub her legs, her breasts, and her thighs. Which belonged to whom, she had no idea and no need to know. All she needed was to feel. No, she lied, not all. She wished to see, to watch their faces, see their cocks as they hardened and took. Before she put voice to the thought, she felt hands at the ties behind her head, and her blindfold fell across her breasts.

  Blinking in the candlelight, she looked from one man to the other. And burst out laughing. Two identical grins, two pairs of eyes—one dark, one blue—trained on her. And two cravats tied carelessly, one around each neck: Berry’s in his customary gray, Ran’s sparkling white.

  Berry handed her a red lace scarf, as scarlet as her rouged lips.

  “As ‘tis such an auspicious occasion, my love, we decided a mote of formality was required, hence our cravats. Pray, will you join with us and wear your gift around your graceful neck?”

  She smiled, hoping the sense of mischief she felt showed in her eyes. “Ah, my loves, I will be honored to join you.” The lace was tied in a bow, the ends hanging in such a way as to draw their eyes downward to her breast and beyond.

  “Damn if I wouldn’t like to see that covering your eyes one day,” Ran observed as his gaze caressed her.