His hands slipped down the front of my bodice, sliding over my nipples and making them hard and achy. I groaned, and he kissed my neck some more before unbuttoning my bodice.
He spun me around and then finished taking off my dress. He took hold of my hands and ran them down the front of his pants. His erection strained against the material. He held my hand upon his crotch as he removed my undergarments, pulling them away from my body as if time were quickly running out.
He moved away and then I felt him pull my leggings away from my skin. My body was once again naked and free. I knew it was insane to imagine such a thing, but he touched me in so many places in such short a time it felt as if he had more than one set of hands.
Pulling on my nipples, he ran his tongue over my lower lip, then nothing. I heard a floorboard squeak and then something touched my belly. It was hard and made of leather perhaps. He ran it over my navel and then onto my mound.
“Are you ready for our play time to begin?”
“I am.”
“Then open your legs for me.”
I moved my left foot until my legs were parted. Whatever the object was, he ran it over my clit several times, making me groan. He circled my pussy with it. Slowly, almost agonizingly slow. He brought it up to my clit again and tapped it, making the nub come to life. I wanted to hold on to something, because my legs shook and tingled.
He moved it faster, harder, biting into my nub. I threw my head back, wanting more. I grabbed whatever it was he used, but soon realized it was a riding crop. I held it, sliding my clit and pussy opening back and forth, back and forth. He laughed louder with each of my flicks across the crop. And, dear god, I climaxed, and it was the most beautiful release I’d ever experienced.
He took me into his arms and walked me over to the bed. He pushed my hands down upon it until my ass stuck up high into the air. He slapped my bottom several times, making my juices flow more. Moisture gathered on my thighs, and I flexed my toes as he spanked me again.
He ran the crop between my crack, letting the tip bite into my pussy opening. I rode it. It ran the length of my folds from my anus to my clit. How could something as simple as this be so good for my body? I flung my head up, chin in the air as my orgasm swept through me.
“My name is Jon, now sit on the bed and wait for me to uncover your eyes.”
I turned around, feeling the edge of the bed, and sat. Judging by the noises I heard, Jon undressed. Minutes later, the blindfold fell onto my lap. I looked up. He was indeed naked. He walked toward me. His body was toned and muscular, but all I could focus on was the huge cock that was hard and sitting upon his belly.
I reached out and rubbed my hand along its length. He pushed my legs apart, took his member in his hands and pushed it into my pussy. I pivoted on the end of the bed as he thrust so hard it almost sent the mask slipping down my face.
“You have such a delightful pussy,” he said, pushing deeper and higher. “A man could get lost inside it.” His thighs smacked against my inner ones as I wrapped my legs around him.
I pushed forward, and his cock rocked against the back of my pussy. I closed my eyes, enjoying every second of the ride. He gripped my shoulders, and I bounced my ass up and down as we rode together. My orgasm washed over me faster than I would have liked. I gripped his back, digging my nails into his skin, and within minutes, his hot seed filled me. He pulled out, and I rested back onto the bed.
“I am afraid, my dear girl, one erection and fuck is all I am able to manage these days.”
I wasn’t disappointed in anyway, because I would be back again soon.
He put his clothes on. “Perhaps we will meet up again in the future.”
“Good evening to you, sir.”
He nodded and then left.
I stretched out my legs and slid off the bed. I felt exhilarated today. My body was relaxed, and my pussy content. I dressed and went downstairs to retrieve my cloak. As I headed for the door, I took off my mask and slipped it under my outer garment. This was beginning to be a habit I might find hard to stop.
Chapter Four
When I went downstairs the next morning I learned that Anthony had stopped by to visit with me the night before. My first reaction was one of panic. How would I explain my absence? Where would I say I had traveled to? I was a grown woman, a widow, but he had done his utmost to look after me and my needs since his brother’s passing, so deceiving him in any way made me guilt-ridden. However, he was a man and my brother-in-law, and I could never tell him about my physical needs and how I had found a cure for what ails me in Bayswater.
The additional news that he would drop by in the early afternoon filled me with terror. I had but a few hours to decide what story I would use. I paced up and down. I had already told him my make believe aunt, who supposedly lived in Bayswater, had traveled to Derbyshire. I bit my lip upon hearing his voice out in the hallway. I turned around and smiled as he entered the room.
“Anthony, I am so sorry I missed your visit last evening. If you would have told me you intended to stop by, I would have changed my plans.”
“It was a spur of the moment decision. I was riding by and thought I’d have a sherry or some other nightcap with you. There will be other times. I hope wherever it was you had ventured was fun.”
I felt myself blush and hoped he didn’t see me. Fun. He had summed up my evening perfectly.
“Yes, I went for a ride. It was such a lovely evening.” He nodded. “May I get you a drink or have the servants bring in tea and cakes?”
“I must say I do have somewhat of an appetite today.”
“Tea and cakes, perhaps a few sandwiches too.”
I rang the bell to summon one of the servants and requested our refreshments. Anthony and I sat near the window. I was relieved he had not pressed me further as to where I had gone on my ride. The sandwiches and tea arrived. We both took our cups from the tray and drank.
“And where exactly did your ride take you last evening?” asked Anthony, looking at me over the top of his cup.
“Em…I believe just a little to the west.”
“Ah, perhaps that’s what the servant meant when he said you had gone to Bayswater.”
I almost choked on the sandwich I nibbled on.
“Are you all right, Lucinda?”
I raised my hand. “Perfectly.”
I hoped my almost choking on the bread had put a stop to Anthony’s questioning, but alas, it didn’t.
“So it wasn’t Bayswater?”
“Goodness, no. I did not venture that far.”
Lies, lies and more lies.
“Well, next time you feel like a ride at night, I would prefer you ask me to go with you. The roads are not always the safest for a lady traveling alone.”
I nodded, and once again guilt washed over me. He was such a caring soul. That was perhaps why I craved him so much. A man with looks, charm and a warm heart. The same as my late husband.
“Well, I must run, because I have yet more preparations to oversee for next Saturday. I must say I’m getting very excited about the evening.”
I realized perhaps I would need to buy another mask by then. The original was getting well-used and well-worn.
I walked him to the door and then waved goodbye as his carriage headed down the driveway. Now I was on edge, sexually. Being in Anthony’s presence always did that to me. The blue eyes and wavy hair.
I walked back into the house. I would once again go to Baywater and get him out of my system.
Chapter Five
It had begun to rain halfway on my journey that night. I stepped out and gave the driver the usual orders of returning for me in two hours. I waited until he was out of sight and then put on my mask before I made a dash for the door. Once again the same girl answered it, and I wondered if others frequented the club as often as me.
“Hurry inside,” she said. “It looks to be an awful evening out there.”
She took my cloak and gave me my number, nine for tonight.
I headed straight to the main room, hoping mine would be picked immediately so we could get down to business.
As I opened the door, I noticed one thing was different—no other women were in attendance, and all the men wore the same black and white mask. My stomach flipped. It was the same one Anthony had selected for the ball next Saturday.
“Number nine,” all the men shouted at once.
One man stepped forward. “You know the rules of the pleasure club. Only two men can have a lady at any one time.”
“I was the first here,” said a man.
“And I was second,” said another, pushing his way through the group.
Both men led me outside, and none of us spoke as the girl handed the taller of the two a key. She smiled at them and then we headed up the stairs to room ten where they blindfolded me.
“Do you like games?” one man asked.
“I suppose. It depends on what they are.”
“The first one is I will sit and watch while the other gentleman undresses you.”
I lifted my arms, allowing him to unbutton my dress. All the time I thought perhaps this would be like the other night with Simon and Alan—one to fuck me, one to grow hard. One after the other inside my pussy. Moisture gathered on my thighs as I was stripped of my dress and then undergarments. Rough hands pulled the leggings off my body.
“What a beautiful woman we have found tonight.” He had a deep rich voice that sent shivers down my spine and legs.
“Touch her body,” said the other man. I could tell he sat some distance from me.
The man who had been the one to undress me ran his hands over my breasts, pulling on my nipples until they stood upright like pebbles. He ran his hand down my belly, into my pubic hair and then skimmed his finger downward, catching my clit and breath in the process.
He lifted me and placed me onto the bed, parting my legs. He ran his fingers over my folds, slipping what felt like his middle finger inside me.
“Hot, wet and beautiful and so in need of a cock,” he said.
“Let me take a look at her beauty,” the other man called to him.
Nothing was said. In fact, there was no sound of movement, and I wondered if he looked at my pussy.
“I want to taste her,” he finally said.
He pushed my legs apart and then I knew it was his tongue, not his hand or cock, that pushed into my pussy. It was wet and hot and oh, so soft as it plunged into me.
My husband had always thrilled me this way, and I suddenly missed him more than I’d ever imagined. I grabbed the bedcover and pulled it between my fingers. My cream slid out of me and no doubt onto this man’s lips.
He lashed out with his tongue, creating a flicking sensation that stirred my nerve endings and made my pussy almost convulse. One more flick and that was all it took for me to cry out with ecstasy. One of them removed my blindfold.
“This gentlemen has to leave now, but don’t worry I’ll keep you entertained, “ he said, looking up at me, but still kneeling in front of my outstretched legs.
The other man nodded and left.
“My name is Sean.” He kissed his way up my body, sucking on my nipples and then came close to my lips. “There is not a piece of your body that does not taste delicious.”
He kissed me. None of the other men had done that, and it was something I had to admit I had missed. Sex without kisses was only half the pleasure. Sean was a great kisser. His tongue slid into my mouth and dueled with my own.
He raised himself and looked at me. Those blue eyes were so beautiful. “I think I should take my clothes off, because my cock needs to be free,” he finally said.
He stood and disrobed with lightning speed. His cock was thicker and longer than any of the other gentlemen I’d been with at the pleasure club. The thick, dark curls circling his member made it look beautiful.
Once naked, he climbed onto the bed with me, and I couldn’t contain myself a minute longer. I reached out and stroked his cock. He drew in his breath with each one of my caresses.
A drop of pre-cum bubbled from its tip. I leaned over and licked it before rolling his shaft into my mouth. He turned over, taking me with him. I lapped at him, and he ran his fingers through my hair.
“The pleasure room is just that,” he said as I took more of him into my mouth. “But it’s not supposed to be about me but you.”
He took his member from my mouth and twisted me so I was the one now on my back. Sean ran the very tip of his finger down the middle of my body, over my navel and through the middle of my curls. He pushed my legs apart and massaged my clit with his thumb. I closed my eyes, drifting off to a place where there was nothing but pleasure, and within minutes, he had brought me to my climax.
His finger danced through my folds as he teased my pussy opening. “I do believe it’s the most beautiful one I’ve seen.”
I smiled. He seemed kind, and his words reminded me of Anthony. I glanced down again as his finger played with my pussy opening. I caught sight of the ring on his little finger. Gold with a stone in the center. I recognized it. The beautiful eyes too. Only one man possessed those deep blue eyes.
It couldn’t be.
“Anthony,” I said. My heart beating so fast I almost fainted.
“I wondered if you’d recognize me. And if you did how long it would take you.”
He took off the mask, but I was too ashamed to take off mine. I turned to face the wall, knowing I could never look Anthony in the eye ever again. I was a liar, a woman who frequented these sorts of establishments. I’d been with two men. Strange men had fucked me, spanked me. I put my hand over my mouth, sensing I would be sick from the shame of it.
“Lucinda, look at me,” he said, pulling my chin around so I was forced to finally face him.
He pushed my mask off, and a tear ran down my cheek. I had been caught red-handed by my brother-in-law, no less. He had given me two orgasms, and one had been brought on by his tongue, of all things.
I tried to cover my breasts and pulled my legs up to hide my shame, and stop him from looking at my pussy for a second longer than he already had. Anthony stopped me again, pulling my arms down by my sides.
“There is nothing to be ashamed of, dear one. You are a woman with needs that must be met. Since you no longer have a husband to take care of them it is only natural you must seek out this sort of place.”
Another tear ran down my face.
“Why did you not come to me and tell me that you needed pleasuring?” he asked.
“Because you are my dead husband’s brother, that’s why. And I would have died from shame. How long have you known I visited this house?”
“I am the one who planted the idea. I told the ladies to speak of such a place. I wanted you to have some fun for a night, but the when I was told you had returned a second time I grew jealous.”
Jealous?” I asked.
He rubbed my cheek with his thumb and then leaned toward me and kissed me. “Have you not known I’ve had a certain soft spot for you ever since my brother introduced us before you wed him? Had my brother not been in love with you, I would have made you mine.”
“I am ashamed of the feelings I’ve had to for you,” I said, more tears sailing down my face.
“But no more, dear Lucinda, no more,” said Anthony.
He kissed me again and parted my legs with his right knee. Before I could protest and tell him this was so morally wrong, his cock was inside me, warming my pussy and thrilling it like never before.
He thrust deeper, and I suddenly forgot all that had happened tonight. Now he was one of the men at the club, and not my dead husband’s brother. I lifted my body to meet his thrusts, drew my legs up and around him, sending the tip of his cock burrowing deeper into my pussy walls.
I climaxed repeatedly as he pushed harder, thighs smashing against mine. The best thing of all was when he found his release and his hot seed filled my pussy and brought me warmth and a sense of fulfillment.
We lay together, our bo
dies locked, as if someone had thrown away the key. His cock was still buried deep within me. We kissed like two people madly in love, and I thought perhaps we were as I no longer needed to hide my feelings for him. He ran his tongue over my lips.
“What will others think if we are to become lovers? Our good names in society will be in ruins.”
“I do not mind what others think of my reputation, but yours is of the utmost importance. And for that reason, and that alone, we cannot and will not be lovers,” he said, kissing me again.
His cock pulsated inside me, and disappointment washed over me on the news that he and I would and could not enjoy one another’s bodies on a regular basis. He spoke the truth.
He tapped my nose. “I have always loved to tease you, dear one. It’s one of the things I love most about you.”
“Tease me?”
“While we won’t be lovers, we will be husband and wife.”
“Surely people will think—”
He put his index and middle finger upon my lips, preventing me from saying another word. “Can think what they like. You are to be my wife. It is what my brother would have wished. He wouldn’t have been happy seeing you remarry just any man whose fancy you took.”
“And have I taken yours?”
His cock grew long and hard within me. “I am sure you just felt my answer.” He slowly thrust inside me. I flexed my toes. “We will announce our engagement at the masked ball.”
The masked ball. The mask. How I had lied and deceived my now husband-to-be. I would make things up to him every day of our lives together. I would give him an heir if that was what he wished.
I brought my legs up over his bottom and crossed my ankles. “We will make love every night,” I said.
“Nonsense, it will have to be at least twice a night.”
I threw my head back, taken with yet another climax. I liked the sound of being pleasured more than once a night.
The End
About the Author
Vanessa Devereaux pens both erotica and erotic romances. When she’s not writing, she’s tutoring other writers and teaching workshops for various chapters of the RWA. Prior to her writing career, she worked in PR and was a book publicist. She was born in London, England, but now resides in the US. Find out more about Vanessa at her website, www.vanessadevereaux.com and her writing blog, www.thiswriterslife.com.
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