Valmont, Cheri - Confessions of a Victorian Master 2: Mrs. Anne (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Cheri Valmont

  Jason had to smile, wondering how the man would respond when he realized she would not be the only one expected to call him master if he took on their case. When he was in control of them and their desire, it would be the one control he maintained throughout their interlude. He might as well find out.

  “I’m afraid, if I decide to help the two of you, Mr. W., you also shall have to address me as master.”

  The man jerked his head back as if insulted at Jason’s statement. “What!”

  “Since it is I who will be the master of the desire you and your wife share under my tutelage, it is a form of respect I demand for my assistance. You must accept this rule if you expect my help. It is up to you.” With men who were used to being in control, this was really the only way Jason himself could wrest control if need be during their interludes. It brought the males back to the situation at hand.

  The tall man glared at him with suspicious eyes. “My wife never told me about this stipulation.”

  Jason shook his head. “No, I find it better if I’m the one who addresses this little rule. My female students always find it easier to address me so than my male students. Do not think I do this just for my own ego, sir. The females I assist with the inclusions of their husbands and fiancés always seem to follow more easily along if they see their menfolk follow along as well.”

  Mr. W. grimaced.

  Jason leaned forward. “You do want my assistance, do you not, Mr. W.?”

  “Roderick,” the man supplied, sitting back as if trying to appear calmer. “And yes, I’ll do whatever necessary, so I might have intercourse with my wife.”

  “So, I’m to understand your wife has intimated to you as to why she approached me?”

  Roderick nodded. “Yes, and I admit I was intrigued to meet the man who convinced my sexually frightened little wife to tie me to my bed and ravage me with her mouth.”

  Jason had to chuckle a bit at that revelation. “You relay that so vividly that I wish I had been there myself to watch it. However, let’s get down to discussing the rules of my assistance. You must give yourself over completely to my tutelage. You cannot naysay me, for the instructions will end immediately, if you do so. Do you understand, Roderick?”

  Roderick’s face stiffened slightly. It was as Jason suspected—the man was used to being in control. And from his demeanor, he might have a difficult time handing over the control to Jason.

  “It’s your choice. You can continue on with this frustrating dilemma or you can allow me to help you and your wife. Well?”

  Although the young man’s handsome face held a grimace, he nodded his agreement. “I just cannot seem to help melting when it comes to her, M…” He trailed off at the title Jason had insisted upon.

  “For the purposes of our discussion here, you may call me Jason, but when your wife joins us, you will address me as I require.” Jason hoped that would make the gentleman more at ease with their discussion.

  “Yes, certainly.”

  “So I gather the gentleman in you will not allow you to force your wife to submit herself completely?”

  Roderick’s expression actually looked sheepish before responding. “You are correct in that assumption. I adore her and have no doubt she returns my regard, but the moment I enfold her into my embrace, it’s as if some unspoken terror consumes her.”

  “Have you ever questioned her about it?”

  “I admit, I have attempted to do so, but she is usually so shaken, I cannot get a coherent word from her. And when we are without the bedroom, she returns to her usual loving self and avoids the subject of her fear with the determination of pirate avoiding the plank. It truly perplexes me, sir.”

  Jason leaned back in his chair, his thumb and forefinger meeting his jawline for his usual contemplation action of rubbing it. As he quietly mulled over his thoughts, Jason watched Roderick carefully. On the face of it, Roderick’s sheer size could account for some of the chit’s fear. Besides being a half-head taller than Jason, he had a physique any sailor would envy, the bulging muscles of his body barely hidden by the civilized clothing he wore. Although the man was built like a brute, his handsome face appeared so that one might expect a charming smile to find its way to the fore easily. His light brown hair had faint streaks of blond and stubbornly defied conforming to the present-day style. But Jason imagined that fact would make him even more appealing to the female sex. His tanned skin bore witness to the tremendous amount of time he personally spent looking after his shipping concern for himself. The color of his eyes was intriguing. Golden they were, with a look as if an inner light shone through. Perhaps it might be his keen intellect and abilities of sharp observation showing through? Jason could tell Roderick was doing some of that at this moment by the way the man was looking at him.

  “I do think it’s important that we discuss your wife, Roderick. It is my hope to find the underlying cause of this unknown fear of hers, so we might root it out and be rid of it finally. Which I’m sure is your own desire as well?”

  This got a vigorous nod of Roderick’s head. “’Deed, yes, sir. I would be eternally grateful if we could reach that end.”

  Silently Jason nodded his head in response. “Very well, let’s begin. Let us briefly discuss your meeting and courtship. When did you first meet your wife, Roderick?”

  Roderick sank back in his chair. His long right leg he lay across his left knee before he looked directly at Jason. “Anne had come to London to stay with her aunt, her mother’s sister, for the season. From hints dropped by her aunt, it seemed had the lady not intervened on her behalf, my Anne would have wasted the bloom of her youth vegetating in the country and possibly never been allowed to marry.”

  “Not marry? By whose decree?”

  Roderick’s expression showed his disbelief that such a thing would have come to pass for his lovely wife. “I’m not sure it was so much a decree as it was neglect of one’s duties. Her father.”

  “Would not her mother have intervened on her behalf? Was it not she who called for her sister to intervene?”

  Roderick shook his head, pushing with both hands on the arms of the chair to change his position slightly. “Nay, I do not believe so. When I finally met Anne’s parents, it was easy to see her father cowed her mother. When she looks at him, there always seems to be a hint of fear mixed with something else in her expression.”

  “Hmm.”

  At that sound, Roderick’s sharp eyes narrowed on his face. “What is it?”

  “Could it be we have touched on the first hint of what might be at the root of your problem?”

  “What? Her father?”

  “And mother,” Jason suggested. “Yes, possibly. Have you ever seen anything untoward transpire between them?”

  Roderick’s lips twisted. “Not that I’ve observed myself. Perhaps we should ask Anne?”

  “That we will, but first, let’s continue. Tell me a little about your courtship. How did Anne respond once you began pursuing her in earnest?”

  “As you must have guessed, Anne is a vivacious and spirited girl. I was smitten with her the first time we met at a garden party given by my mother, who is a great friend of Anne’s aunt. After introductions were made, I could not help but want to be around her. It was not that she was just so adorable that attracted me. Her personality drew me like a moth to a flame. She is amiable, sweet, and so eager to please. I know that is one of the reasons she has defied society’s dictates to secure your assistance for us. It must go against the very essence of who she is not to be able to please me in all ways I might desire of her.”

  Aha, very astute of him, Jason thought. “I do believe you’ve hit the target with that observation, Roderick. Since you both love each other, who would she want to please more than you?”

  Roderick hung his head. “Yes, I know.” Then he looked back up at Jason. “Which is why I haven’t had the heart to force her to do anything she does not desire completely.”

  “Then it is my suggestion that we allow her
to be the one to do it to you. Did you not enjoy her using her mouth on you?”

  Roderick swallowed hard, his eyes momentarily looking to the heavens. “God, yes, I cannot describe how desirable I found the sight of her taking me into her mouth. It was pure bliss.”

  “Good, so now with my direction we will direct her to give herself to you completely. Nothing held back. But…”

  “But what?”

  “This first interlude you must consent to be tied down again. She has to believe she has complete control of you. I will be in attendance to help you along. But you must allow everything to occur as she desires. Could you bear to see her with another man’s cock in her mouth?”

  “But what—”

  “Whatever she requests will be given to her, Roderick. Neither you nor I will know what she may request in her frenzy of desire. So I must know up front if seeing her with another man might cause irreparable damage to your relationship? I must be honest with you when I say that in order to show her how she might pleasure you with her mouth, she first did it to me.”

  Roderick was silent at the end of Jason’s revelation. He could see Anne’s husband digesting the fact that his sweet little wife had already sucked another man’s cock. “Did she seem to enjoy it?” Roderick finally broke his silence.

  “I would have to say yes. Did she not seem to enjoy it when she did it to you?”

  “Yes, she was so swept up with it that she did not even pull away when I warned her I was about to spend in her mouth.”

  Jason chuckled. “Very good, indeed. She is ready to move to the next level now. All I can say is just enjoy the ride. You might just be about to shoot to the heights of sexual ecstasy with the eager help of your sweet wife.”

  Jason could see Roderick’s eyes light up even more. “I cannot wait.”

  Everything settled, they finished their discussion. And with Roderick’s agreement to allow Anne everything she desired, Jason rang the bell to summon Henry.

  Once he’d given Henry his instructions, Jason turned to Roderick again. “Now, you and I must prepare before Anne joins us. Come, follow me.”

  Silently, Roderick followed as Jason led him to his discipline room.

  Chapter 3

  “Not too tight, are they?” Jason inquired of the naked Roderick, who lay on his back tied down by all four limbs to the chaise.

  Before responding, Roderick tested his bonds. “Nay,” he pronounced, looking to Jason, who’d been the one to secure him.

  Jason shook his head. “Very well, it is time for us to invite your wife to have her wicked way with you.”

  Roderick’s eyes flared a little wider, causing Jason to chuckle with pleasure. “You, my friend, are in for possibly the most erotically sensual day you’ve ever spent in your life,” Jason promised with a secretive grin, knowing from what he had planned for Mrs. Anne and her Roderick, this would be a day they might never forget. “Do you see that panel section?” Jason pointed toward the secret door that separated his chamber of discipline from the room beyond. When he had Roderick’s attention where he’d directed it, he went on, “Your love shall come to you from there.”

  Jason wanted Roderick’s imagination to begin the anticipation of the pleasures to come while he prepared the luscious little Anne to join her soon-to-be-lover husband. With satisfaction, Jason watched as Roderick licked his lips, biting down on the lower one, before his expression changed to one of someone having an extremely sensual daydream. Jason had no need to glance down Roderick’s long body to know his member was already responding to his lustful imaginings.

  “Keep those thoughts,” Jason instructed him before moving to the secret door and letting himself into the dimly lit hall that would bring him to Mrs. Anne, who would be waiting for his instructions.

  When Jason observed the lone figure, completely obscured from view by her black garb, he had to smile. The heavy veil she wore insured no one could possibly guess her identity. Although how she saw through the thing herself was anyone’s guess. “Mrs. Anne,” Jason greeted with an expansive bow, “how lovely to see you again.”

  He heard the little snort from beneath the veil, so he grinned, knowing she had taken his correct meaning. With not much ado, Anne dispensed with her veil. She looked disheveled and quite appealing, with her blonde hair a little mussed. When she began to fuss with it, Jason moved to stand before her, shaking his head, pulling her hands from her intention to right her coiffure.

  “Nay, sweet one, your husband will be much more appreciative of it as it is,” Jason advised her.

  Anne looked up at him with a bewildered and slightly frightened expression.

  “You are wondering how you ever plucked up the nerve to approach me now, aren’t you?”

  Anne gave a soft gasp. Obviously, Jason had hit the directions of her thoughts on his first shot. He observed one delicate hand fly to the satiny smooth skin of her graceful throat.

  “Do not begin to fret now, Anne,” he commanded her. “You have a gentleman who awaits your every pleasure in the room beyond. You would never disappoint him, would you? Especially since he is the reason you sought me out in the first place.”

  Anne’s neck moved with the swallow she took. “Aye, Master, you are correct. There is…nothing…ah…I would not want to do for him.”

  Jason knew it took all the nerves she had to admit that last part. Despite being frightened out of her delicate underthings, this girl adored her husband and wanted above anything to make him happy, even if it meant going about it in the most unconventional way imaginable. Not that he was complaining, for besides being his livelihood, Jason had the extreme pleasure of observing, participating, and commanding the couple’s pleasure.

  “Excellent,” Jason commented. “Now it is time for us to prepare.” He walked around the bed to the large mahogany wardrobe on the other side.

  “How?” Anne asked him, her nervousness clear in that lone croaked word.

  Jason chuckled. “Fear not, dear girl, I do not mean to ravish you before bringing you to your husband. But I must divest myself of my clothing and find something a little more appropriate to wear.”

  “How do you do that?” She sounded grumpy now, looking around and obviously noting there was nowhere else in the room for him to privately disrobe, which caused Jason to laugh aloud.

  “What is that, sweet?” Jason asked once he opened the wardrobe and pulled out one garment he sought.

  “Divine my thoughts, of course,” Anne grumbled.

  “Call it one of the tricks of my particular trade, sweet one. Now to spare your delicate sensibilities, for the time being, of course, I recommend you keep your eyes straight ahead.”

  The girl quickly turned her back on him. Calmly, he divested himself of his clothing, slipping easily into his favorite silken robe. Just the feel of the soft material against his skin awakened his body to the pleasures soon to be experienced, causing his cock to stir.

  When he looked back toward Anne, he realized that despite the girl’s innocence, she’d been too curious to keep her eyes away. Nor could she contain her excitement, for he could easily discern the flush of her cheeks, the quickening of her breath, and the dilation of her pupils as her gaze still watched his hardening shaft being finally hidden when he closed and tied his robe. Excellent! His student was already getting herself prepared for the sexual excitement yet to come.

  Once Jason was done, he commanded her, “Come to me, Anne.”

  “Yes, Master,” Anne said with perfect submission before hurrying to reach him.

  She stood quietly, but once Jason turned around again with the diaphanous garment he held, Anne gasped aloud. “Why…it’s lovely…”

  Jason held out the sheer pale blue negligee for Anne to touch reverently and admire. “Does this please your senses, dear girl?” However, he needed no verbal confirmation of Anne’s pleasure in the garment she was to wear.

  “Oh yes, my Master, I’ve never seen anything quite so lovely,” she exclaimed, and surprising e
ven Jason, she reached up to bring his face down so she could kiss him with enthusiasm. Once she released him, though, she frowned prettily, looking down at the cumbersome and heavy gown she wore. “I…how am I…”

  Jason smiled indulgently. “It is I, Anne, who will serve as your lady’s maid.”

  “You!” She sounded unbelievably shocked at the prospect, causing Jason to chuckle.

  “I, my dear, have learned in my endeavors to be the most deft and careful remover of ladies’ garments. Here, let me prove what I say to be true.”

  Besides a tiny shiver being the only indication of her trepidation, Anne mutely allowed Jason to begin the arduous task of divesting her of her clothing. Despite Jason’s determination to remain clinical for the moment, he couldn’t prevent his body’s added response to Anne’s perfectly rounded, naked bottom he revealed at last. And once he turned her around to face him, he had to suppress an agonized groan when he once again gazed upon the glorious bubbies it had been his pleasure to suckle. However, the sight of the soft, blonde down protecting her cunny nearly buckled his knees, so intense was his desire to kiss her virgin sex. He shook his head resolutely. Nay. It was not his place here to be the first. As it was, in the urgency of the girl’s need to pleasure her husband, he’d been the first to invade her virgin mouth. He was determined that her husband be the first for the rest.

  “Well?” Anne asked uncertainly, shivering slightly in her naked state.

  Jason coughed. “Well, what can I say, my dear. You are so lovely, what man would not desire to make you his own.”

  Anne giggled. “I see for the first time you did not divine my thoughts accurately, my Master.”

  Jason frowned and quirked an inquiring brow. “Beg pardon, what were you thinking then, Anne dear?”

  “Will you leave me naked, then, or shall you give me the gown?” Anne asked saucily.

  The minx. Her complete loveliness had thrown all other thoughts out of his head. “Ah well, if t’were for myself, you would need nothing but your lovely self,” Jason informed her, to which she responded with a becoming blush. “But to lend a bit of mystery to the game with your husband, I recommend you wear the gown. We want his pleasure to build slowly and steadily. Yours, as well.”