by Lexi Post
“Spread your legs, Rena.” Synn’s deep voice vibrated so close to her pussy, her legs opened of their own accord.
He pulled the stretchy material of her dress farther up the sides of her legs and out from under her ass. The only barrier between her clit and his lips was a small stretch of hot-pink nylon. Synn blew on it, causing her clit to pay attention. Matt reached under the stair she leaned on and pulled her dress down beneath her breasts, effectively pushing them over the top. Her nipples tightened at their open display.
Matt stared. “Wow. You’ve got big boobs. I love big boobs.”
“Matt.” Synn’s voice held a note of warning.
Was Synn trying to teach Matt how to treat a lady in a Pleasure Room of all places? She shook her head at the incongruity, but Synn was a gentleman. Always.
“Right.” Matt closed his mouth, obviously determined not to say more.
What else he might do was lost as Synn’s voice moved against her thong once again. “Pink is attractive on you.”
She didn’t reply, her attention elsewhere as Synn’s tongue stroked over her thong. It was on his tongue’s second stroke that Matt’s mouth found her left nipple. The dual sensations converged together and her pussy swelled. Synn’s finger pulled the thong aside and he ran his tongue between her folds and over her clit while Matt’s mouth encapsulated her nipple and sucked.
Rena moaned with pleasure, unable to focus on anything but the sensations the two men created. Pure sexual desire unfurled within her pussy and she moved her hips against Synn’s mouth as he explored every inch of her swollen folds. Matt, though not as skilled, suckled and teased each breast equally, much to her pleasure.
She didn’t know if it was planned or simple luck that had Synn’s mouth on her clit just as Matt scraped his teeth across her nipple, but her body tensed with heady need and she grasped the railings hard. “Oh.”
Both men reacted to her excitement and repeated their attentions. Synn swirled her clit with his tongue as Matt played her nipples between his teeth. The joint sensations bowed her over the steps, spiraled down from her core and convulsed in her pussy. Her orgasm strung her like a bow and her juices seeped into Synn’s mouth. Panting with her release, she let go of the railing and rested her head on the step. Synn stood, and moving Matt aside, lifted her head and kissed her.
Shocked, she attempted to pull away, but Synn’s hand grasped the back of her head. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, making her taste her own tanginess. At his masterful kiss, all resistance to the experience fled. Forbidden flavor washed over her tongue as Synn’s danced with hers. When he pulled away, she was breathless.
Synn began to undress, his unhurried movements captivating her despite Matt’s quick strip nearby. While Matt was energized bulk, Synn had a sinuous completeness to him, his muscles developed yet melding into each other, giving the impression of overall power. Matt, though built like a bodybuilder, appeared stiff though ready, if his thick cock was any indication.
The erotic sight of the two male bodies had her pussy responding, tightening once again.
Synn lifted her from the stairway and brought her to stand next to a strange padded bench low to the floor. With his fingers, he pulled down her thong and threw it on a nearby chair. “You won’t need that.”
From habit, she started to pull her dress down, but Synn’s hands caught hers. “No.”
Before she could ask why, he picked her up and set her on his lap as he sat in the chair. He opened his legs to fit the contours, pushing hers behind his, spreading her farther, leaving her folds wide open. Her dress was bunched above her hips and below her breasts. The disarray of her clothing made her feel like a wanton.
Matt threw a cushion to the floor between her legs and knelt.
“Sit back against me.” Synn’s breath in her ear sent shivers racing across her skin down to her toes. As she let him take her full weight, his hands stroked her belly before moving upward to cup her breasts. Barely breathing, she watched as his thumbs hovered above her nipples. Anxious to have them make contact, her hardened nubs strained forward to reach him, but it was the warm tongue thrusting into her pussy that made her jump.
“Oh yes.” Her voice was barely a whisper, but she didn’t care as long as the invasion continued.
Synn’s thumbs finally brushed her nipples as Matt’s tongue started to fuck her.
“Watch him, Rena.”
Unable to resist Synn’s command as her body flooded with pleasure, she looked down at his hands on her breasts until he spread them apart and she had a clear view of Matt’s tongue diving between her legs.
That tongue grew more insistent, pressing farther into her while Synn continued to pay homage to her breasts, circling the areolas, massaging the full globes. She tried to keep the tension from building in her body so she could enjoy her two-man sex longer. But then Matt’s tongue found her clit and Synn’s fingers began to play upon her nipples while he kissed her neck. The numerous sexual stimuli broke what little control she had and she let her body’s stimulation grow.
Synn’s hands slipped down to her pussy and his finger stroked her clit while Matt returned to spear her with his insistent tongue. Her body hummed with erotic spikes. She closed her eyes as the men’s attentions to her pussy converged. Synn’s hand left her nipple and grasped her head to thrust his tongue into her mouth just as Matt’s cock nudged the opening of her pussy. She moaned.
Synn broke their kiss. “No!” Standing, he pulled Rena up with him, toppling Matt. Anything to keep the young man from entering her.
Matt looked desperate for release.
Synn fisted his free hand. What the hell was he doing? This was how it needed to be. She had to experience a threesome or the room would not be considered complete.
He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t let Matt have her. Blast! He had to, she needed to have them both. He glanced at the furniture, hoping for anything to inspire him…and then it did.
Rena looked up at him. “Synn? Is something wrong?” Her lips were dark red from his kiss, her nipples peaked.
He gave her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, but considering how painfully hard his cock was, he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t a grimace. “No, just time to finish this.”
Her heat had cooled a little at his interruption, but it would soon return. He offered Matt a hand up, knowing the man was confused because the plan had been for him to come inside her. “Go over to the desk, Matt.”
Matt nodded and stood behind the huge piece of furniture.
Synn led Rena to the other side of the desk to face Matt. He wrapped his arms around her and with his hands offered her breasts to the man.
Matt didn’t hesitate. He reached across the desk and grasped her nipples with his fingers.
“Oh.” Her voice was soft, but excited.
Synn pushed his body against hers and bent her toward Matt. At his nod, Matt gave a gentle tug.
Her torso stretched over the desk. Rena moaned.
Biting down hard to keep his cock under control, Synn urged her upper body to lie across the desk. “Do we make you feel needed, Rena? Can you tell how much we both want to fuck you with our cocks at the same time? Look at me.”
She did and at her inhalation, he smirked. Perfect. “Do you want Matt’s hard dick in your mouth? I’ll let Matt decide if you deserve a taste.”
Matt let go of Rena’s nipples faster than a lightning strike and propped his cock up with his hand.
She brought her hands up to hold it for him and licked the head.
Synn fought for control as he inched her legs apart and stroked his cock along the outside of her wet pussy. His other hand held her ass, her legs pushed against the desk.
Rena murmured between her licks across Matt’s ridges. “Synn, take me, please.”
He pushed against her engorged folds and inch by inch slid in.
At his invasion, Rena took Matt’s cock fully into her mouth. She wanted both cocks and she grazed Matt with her teeth a
s Synn pulled out again. Matt’s whistle of appreciation encouraged her. Her breasts, smashed against the dark wood of the desk, slid when her body moved with Synn. She grabbed Matt’s ass and pulled him into her mouth again as Synn’s cock invaded her, pushing her forward.
As she let Matt slip from her mouth, she pushed her hips back. “More, Synn, I need more.” She pulled Matt’s cock deep into her mouth in one fast motion. Synn caught on and pushed his cock into her hard. She moaned as they found a rhythm. Synn sliding to the hilt, pushing her toward Matt so she could take him deep into her mouth. They were fucking her from both ends with two cocks, and her body lit up like the Fourth of July. She wanted more. Their rhythm grew faster, making her body slide back and forth across the desk, rubbing her nipples along the grain, Synn pounding into her from behind, pushing her mouth to Matt’s hilt.
Her body sweated as desire rifled through her, teasing her with fulfillment. Synn bent over her and held on to the desk above her head, shortening his strokes, pounding into her, Matt’s cock sliding but an inch each way deep in her throat. Matt’s hands tightened in her hair as his body strained and his shout coincided with a pulsing in his cock as he came in her mouth.
Rena moaned at the taste of cum as her own orgasm tightened around Synn’s cock and exploded. His cum spurted inside her, sending her ecstasy to another level as Matt’s cum slid down her throat.
Her body’s convulsions eventually subsided and she released her hold on Matt. He fell back into the chair at the desk. She couldn’t help her triumphant grin. After all, the boy had been in sore need of an orgasm, and he had a whopper.
Synn stood, but grasped her hips and pumped a few more times before pulling away and helping her to stand on wobbly legs. He turned her around and tenderly tucked her breasts back into her dress and lifted her fallen spaghetti straps onto her shoulders. Then he tugged her dress down past her hips and ass. Lastly, he brushed her hair off her shoulders and cupped her chin with his hands. Bringing his lips close, he whispered, “Thank you.”
When he didn’t kiss her but instead lifted his head and spoke to Matt, she admitted to a slight disappointment. “Thank you, Matt.”
She didn’t hear anything from her landscaper so she assumed he nodded.
Like the night before, Synn scooped her into his arms and strode naked from the room.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, loving how he carried her with little effort. When they neared her room, she couldn’t help asking, “Is the Green Room then the room for threesomes?”
His chest vibrated as he chuckled before he opened the door, but upon entering, he froze. She switched her gaze from his face to her room.
A blond man sat in the chair by her cold fireplace. He was as naked as Synn, minus a mask. He held a wineglass in one hand and sported a skinny penis. He had to be Valerie’s ghost from the night before.
Synn’s body radiated anger. His muscles so tense beneath her, she hoped he wouldn’t accidently crush her. Having the ghost in her room made her thankful Synn had been so kind as to redress her.
Synn’s voice vibrated from deep within his chest. “Eric. What are you doing in here?”
The man swirled his wine before meeting Synn’s gaze. Rena didn’t stifle her gasp fast enough. The man’s eyes were black, no irises, just pupils, and they were large. As she shivered in reaction, Synn’s grasp tightened.
The man stared at him with resentment, but his voice was no more than a rasp. “You told me to leave the boyish blonde alone, so I assumed you wanted me to take care of this pretty harlot.”
Synn’s body stiffened. He carefully lowered her to her feet, but kept his arm around her waist. “No, I told you to leave the breathing people alone.”
Eric took a sip of brandy before turning his gaze on her. He scrutinized every part of her body, making her feel unclean.
“Enough!” Synn’s booming voice startled her. “Out. Now. And do not return to this room.”
Eric sighed and leered at her. “He can be such a bore, you know. If you tire of him, I’m readily available.”
She found his barely there voice far creepier than missing legs.
He stood, giving his penis a stroke. Then he walked toward them, but stopped and glared at Synn. “You have the advantage now, but we will all be stronger in but a few days. Then what will you do, great noble one?”
Rena shivered at the sly grin on Eric’s face long before he reached toward her, but Synn’s reactions were far quicker than hers. He grasped Eric’s wrist and from the look on the ghost’s face, Synn’s grip wasn’t comfortable.
“Do not tempt me, Eric.”
Eric’s sneer reminded Rena of a clown in a horror movie she once watched.
“What are you going to do, Synn? Kill me?” He laughed, the scratchiness of the sound irritating her nerves.
Synn dropped Eric’s hand. “There are fates worse than death, and I do have friends in high places.”
Eric snorted as he rubbed at his wrist. “I don’t think the great prince will be of much help. He’s sunk to depths even I can’t reach, though I do try.”
Synn pulled her back against his chest. “I believe you were just leaving, never to return.”
“And yet, never going far either.” Eric’s raspy chuckle as he left reminded Rena of a man who’d had his larynx removed. She shivered in response.
Synn pulled her into his arms. “He won’t come in here again.”
She nodded against his hard, naked chest, but she wasn’t sure she believed it. Eric’s attitude told her he wasn’t through with her yet, and she wouldn’t like whatever he cooked up.
Synn lifted her head from his chest. “Would you like me to stay with you tonight?”
Her heart tripped at the idea of lying next to his magnificent body and falling asleep. That would be heaven. Or maybe better yet, they could make love in her bed and—
“Rena. If I stay with you, it will only be to sleep. Otherwise, I should leave.”
Her disappointment must have shown because he smiled knowingly at her. But the truth was, at least tonight, she’d feel safer if he was with her. “Please stay.”
He gave her his nod and kissed her forehead. “Come.”
Taking her hand, he led her to the bed. He untied her mask and threw it on the nightstand. With the utmost care, he pulled off her dress. “You looked ravishing in this dress tonight.”
She blushed. His compliment so sincere, she didn’t have the heart to tell him he needed to have his eyes checked. “Thank you.”
He stepped away and pulled a t-shirt from her drawer.
“How’d you know where I keep my—”
“Lift your arms.”
“T-shirts?”
Synn ignored her question and placed the shirt over her head. Then he divested himself of his own mask and pulled back the blanket. He nudged her onto the sheets and for a moment he looked about to cover her, but he slipped in beside her instead and pulled the blanket to his waist.
Relieved, she snuggled into him, laying her head on his shoulder and crossing one leg over his. He pulled her close and she relaxed. Oh sugar, she’d left her thong downstairs. She’d retrieve it tomorrow. With the night’s activity catching up with her fast, she was far too comfortable to get it now.
Synn berated himself for a fool. What had he been thinking to offer to stay with her? Eric wouldn’t come back. But when she had shivered in fear from that cockchafer, he’d wanted to comfort her. It made sense to be sure she was comfortable with continuing the Masque. There were still four more rooms and now with Eric having made his appearance, it wouldn’t be easy.
He lightly stroked Rena’s arm, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. He kissed the top of her head, the pomegranate scent strong, but not enough to overpower the musky smell of her sex. She’d taken to the Green Room well, maybe too well. When he’d seen Matt ready to enter her, he hadn’t thought twice about why he couldn’t let it happen. He just couldn’t. He’d never had a problem sharing a woman before.
Synn wished himself on the roof, but he’d made a promise to stay. He couldn’t think inside the Abbey. Maybe that was why he’d come again tonight. Watching her suck on Matt’s cock while he pumped into her from behind had made him lose all control. When he was fully alive, he had complete command of his body, but it was now in a state of limbo.
He wasn’t dead, but on the other hand, he had been shot and yet continued to exist. Long ago, he had accepted his fate. His duty was to free the souls of those he’d killed. What happened after he succeeded didn’t matter. He stared at the woman in his arms and his gut tightened into a painful twist.
Chapter Eight
In the corridor of the servants’ wing, Rena found the large wooden door declaring the entry to the small chapel. Strange. It had a direct link to the servants, but not to the other occupants of the Abbey. Then again, if the midnight ghosts were any indication, the guests of the Abbey probably didn’t have piety on their minds.
So why was she here? Business. It was her business to know the grounds of the Abbey for her guests. She’d been taking digital photos all morning to use on the web or in advertisements. As she pulled on the door, she was surprised to find it swung easily on noiseless hinges. Hesitantly, she stepped inside.
Peace. Her first impression held her in place. The silence of the space had a comforting effect and her mind calmed. As she walked down the narrow stone aisle, warmth and happiness grew within her. She had no idea what religion might have been practiced in the quaint building, but whatever it was, it had been welcoming.
She stopped at the marble altar and laid her hand on it. A low vibration thrummed against her palm and she pulled her hand away. How odd. She walked around the altar, looking for some type of machinery, but found none. Since electricity hadn’t been available yet in the late nineteenth century, that made sense. So what was causing the movement? She put her palm to the stone again. The vibration remained, and it sparked a memory of the curtains in the dining room. Removing her hand, she examined it. Why would the white marble remind her of green velvet curtains? She shook her head and stood behind the altar to view the pews.