by Leia Rice
“Monsieur.”
“You can call me Rene.” He stepped farther into the room and shut the door behind him. “Where are the ladies?”
“I am the lady.” Mariette feared what he would do. What he would think. He looked at her in the same way, though a brief wave of surprise washed over his handsome features.
“Oh? And why is a pretty little girl such as yourself doing back-room work?”
“It is what I have to do to live, mon…Rene.” She dropped her gaze to the floor, shoulders rounding slightly in shame. “I do not wish to do these things, but times have not been easy on anyone, and we’ve all been doing our part to get through it.”
Rene stopped inches before her and used his thumb and forefinger to lift her chin. “Forgive me. I did not mean to offend you.”
Mariette could smell the light scent of spiced perfume on his skin. She thought it strange that he’d be able to afford perfume. She also found it strange that he spoke so eloquently…so formally. It fleshed out her daydream and filled her with desire. “You did not offend me.”
“Then, should I go? I do not want to add to the shame.”
“No!” she blurted, the word fumbling from her lips before she could stop it.
“No? You…wish me to stay?” Rene’s words were filled with confusion, and though he asked them, he did not take a step away from her.
Nodding her head, Mariette reached out to brush her fingers across one of his hands. His wonderful hands. “It will be ten francs for the pleasures of my mouth. Fifteen to lay with me.”
Rene licked his bottom lip in thought, then dropped his other hand from her face. “And what would you like from me…what is your name?”
“Mariette. I am Mariette.” She looked him over and shivered in anticipation. She did not know what had possessed her. This desire to have him and to have him because she wanted him fueled her forward, clouded her head.
“Mariette, then. What would you like from me?”
The second time he asked the question sent a chill all through her body. She looked down at his hands, then back up into his eyes. “Your hands.”
Rene laughed and held his hands out in front of him, examining them. “My hands? That is what you want? Hands?”
“Yes. I want your hands on me.” In her head, Mariette scolded herself for being so whimsical and careless. But with all of Paris in distress, anyone could use a moment…just one moment to be somewhere else, and this was her moment.
A hand pushed against the small of Mariette’s back, Rene gently pulled her toward him. She giggled, much like a younger girl would, but then took his other hand and put it on her breast, just as he did with the apple. Immediately, she felt his cock growing in his pants, so she needily pushed her body closer to him.
Pulling the sleeve of her dress down, Rene leaned over and gently kissed the slope of her shoulder. He kissed the curve of her neck, the line of her jaw, and finally, his lips were on hers. He parted Mariette’s mouth with his tongue, probing it inside and around her own. Almost instantly, the kiss went from something soft and gentle, to something ravenous and hungry.
Mariette moaned inside the kiss. She moaned at the touch of his fingers over her corset, which he also pushed down so that her breast popped free of its confines, skin meeting with the chilly air. Her nipple immediately tightened, hardening into a sensitive nub that Rene began to roll between his thick fingers.
“Now what do you want from me?” he asked after breaking the heated kiss.
“More.”
“Of my hands?” Rene pulled the other sleeve of her dress down, then skillfully tugged the corset so that the laces loosened enough to let him wiggle it down toward her hips. She never wore them too tightly, since it hindered moments such as these.
Another breast bounced free, and Rene brought his mouth down to it, kissing the soft rounds of the top, then slipping a nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed over the nub, then nipped. He alternated between licking, biting and sucking it until the tip turned purple, bruising from the attention.
Mariette felt her legs trembling as waves of pleasure gripped her, testing her. Trying her. She wanted more and more of him, but refrained from telling him to just lay her down and fuck her. She’d never had such a caring, desirable patron, and if she let it go by too quickly, her knight would have to leave sooner.
“Your mouth. I want your mouth.”
“Do you not already have it?” Rene grinned as he straightened and kissed her lips again. As they kissed, he walked her back to the bed and gently guided her to sit down on its edge.
Mariette did not answer the question. She knew that he knew what she meant. He knelt down in front of her and pushed her skirts and petticoats up, exposing her most sensitive areas, which were throbbing, begging for his touch, his attention. A faint waft of rose from the bathwater mixed with the scent of his spice perfume.
“Just like a fragrant garden,” Rene mused aloud.
“What is?” She asked the question in a half delirium and watched his mouth move, desperately wanting it on her. Mariette urged Rene on with a subtle push of her hips, resting her buttocks on the very edge of the bed.
“Your flower, my sweet.” He leaned forward, pretending to smell it. Teasing her.
She felt his breath, warm and inviting, brushing against her swollen clit and impatiently nudged her hips forward again. “Mon Dieu, please…”
Rene peeked over her skirts with a grin before burying his face between her legs. His mouth covered her bud, the slickness of his tongue adding to the moisture of her already wet pussy. He used his tongue to slide over the surface, licking her from the needy hole of her cunt, to the precious button at the top of her folds. Here, he stopped to suckle, driving Mariette on, nearly making her come.
She rocked her hips back and forth, needing more from him than this. Knowingly, Rene slipped two fingers into the hole to fill her, then used his teeth to nip at her clit.
Both of the sensations enticed a loud, uncontrollable moan from deep inside Mariette. She tried her best to stay quiet, but the more she thought of someone maybe having heard them, the harder she rocked her hips.
The moaning became more frequent, and just when Mariette thought that she would rupture and break, Rene slid away and out of her and stood to unlace his britches. “First, I will leave you ten francs.” Pants unlaced, his cock sprung forward, deep purple, thick, and in need of release.
Knowing what she had to do, Mariette lifted her skirts enough to slide down onto the floor and kneel before Rene. The girth of his member surprised her. It was beautiful, with its patch of dark, course hair to sit on top and his fine, tight balls on the bottom. She cupped the latter in her hands, holding them as one would hold something fragile and delicate, as Helene suggested she do.
Rene patiently threaded his fingers into her hair, gently urging her forward to take him into her mouth. She complied sweetly, parting her lips just enough for him to slide past her lips. Her tongue pressed up under his shaft and she sucked on it daintily, gripping the base of his cock with an enclosed hand.
Mariette had only just begun sucking Rene off when he started to take matters into his own hands and fuck her face. At first, Mariette just opened her mouth wider and let him do what he had to do. But as his thrusting became more frantic and needy, she pushed her palms against his thighs and pulled away before he could come or possibly break her jaw. “Perhaps we should move on.”
Rene smirked as he stroked his cock. “Turn and lean over the bed. Stick your pretty little ass in the air.”
She did as she was told, turning so that the top half of her petite frame rested on the bed, buttocks perched in the air, waiting. Mariette looked over her shoulder, watching Rene’s hand as it slid up and down his prick, seemingly making it turn a deeper shade of purple. His expression was that of a man who was trying to hold back. She knew that the rest of this would go by quickly, but by the way her pussy ached for what Rene held, she didn’t care. She only wanted him insid
e her, bucking against her, fucking her relentlessly.
He did just that. As soon as her little pussy stuck up in the air, inviting him, Rene took one step forward, propped a leg up on the bed beside her, dipped his hips down and thrust forward. With just one motion, his whole self filled Mariette and she moaned uncontrollably. “You better hold on.”
Mariette braced herself, as suggested. Her hands dug into the ratty old mattress, its ropes already creaking from the pressure. She shifted forward as he pushed into her again, and her face hit the mattress. She moaned into the sheets, kneading a breast with one of her hands. The cheap cloth of her dress scratched her erect nipples as she grabbed a handful of tit and massaged it.
Rene’s animalistic grunting came at even intervals now. He moved his leg more forward, positioning himself almost over her, filling her at a difficult angle, but it felt so good. Mariette whimpered into the sheets, pain and pleasure mixing together every time Rene’s thighs hit her ass. “Fuck, you are wonderfully tight.”
She didn’t respond. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, but she simply couldn’t. Anything that left her mouth threatened to be bigger than she was. Louder. Unrestrained. Mariette bit on her bottom lip to keep herself silenced, glancing back to the door, which was still cracked open. While her thoughts drifted to the patrons listening in the main room, Rene bucked at her again and sent her sprawling onto the mattress.
He was coming. She realized as she tried to push herself back up that she wasn’t moaning anymore. It was Rene. He grunted loudly, yelling over and over again, “Fuck! Fuck!” Roughly, he reached around her stomach and pushed his hand between her legs, tapping at her slick button, then circling it roughly with a finger.
Mariette yelled out as well, having not expected the sudden throttle of pleasure from his assault on her clitoris. Her orgasm came exploding forth and she wildly humped his hand to milk every last drop from his wandering touch. She felt him burst within her, so much so that some of the semen came leaking out of her and down her thighs as he started to withdraw. The slow, taunting motion was enough to send aftershocks of pleasure surging through Mariette’s limbs.
Rene pulled himself back together, lacing up his pants, straightening his hair. He tossed a bag of coins onto the bed beside where Mariette now sat. Smiling handsomely, he nodded toward the payment. “I will definitely be back for more, my Mariette.” He exited.
Mariette already wanted him to return and purchase her services again. She quickly repositioned her dress, lacing up her corset, brushed her hair and pulled it into a messy bun before hurrying along behind Rene and back into the real world of degenerate Paris.
Chapter Three
When they stepped out of the back room, Mariette wiped her mouth off and giggled. As she walked, her body tingled, reminding her of the delicious fucking that she’d enjoyed moments before. Rene followed behind her, hanging on to a piece of her skirts protectively, needily.
She did not expect to encounter Sebastian in the main tavern, though. He waited for her, just outside the door, one hand on his hip. His features pinched in annoyance, and his eyes were dangerously narrowed. Mariette stopped walking immediately, and Rene bumped into her, unaware of her sudden stop.
“Mariette. I have been searching all over for you.”
The tingling disappeared. Mariette lifted her chin, protectively hovering in front of Rene, as if she could stop anything from happening. “I have been working, Sebastian.”
“So I see.” He laughed, unamused.
“I should be going.” Rene cut in, letting go of Mariette’s skirts. Before she could say anything to stop him, he too quickly left the tavern. Was he running?
Mariette stared at the door as it slammed shut behind Rene, leaving her alone with a few other patrons, Jean, and of course, Sebastian. She feared Sebastian’s reaction the most.
Uncaring about appearances, he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her into the room she had just left. “What do you think you are doing?”
“You know what I do, Sebastian!”
“Do I not pay you enough? How much more do I have to pay you to not fuck other men?” He shook her arm until she pulled it back and straightened her spine.
“Sebastian, really. I do not know what has come over you, but I am not your concubine. I am not something you just pay to keep loyal.” Mariette felt dizzy with desire and power from her previous rendezvous, and could not stop the words coming from her mouth.
Sebastian wedged her between his body and the wall and brought his lips close to hers. Taking her wrist back into his, he pinned it up above her head, making her seem small and vulnerable once more. And God, did she love it, even if she felt near to hating him for making her love it.
“You have a new mission, Mariette. It is time that you do belong to something. And if it is not going to be to me, then it will be the revolution, because surely you can feel dedicated to that.” He didn’t kiss her when he finished speaking. His lips barely grazed hers, then dipped down to the small hollow of her throat, just between her collarbone, and just above her corseted, bound breasts, the rounds of which peeked up over her dress.
Mariette shuddered and dragged her teeth over her lower lip. “What do you want? And how much will you pay for it?” He bit at her collarbone, drawing a gasp out from deep in her stomach. Her clit still throbbed from Rene’s attentions, and with Sebastian hovering over her, she felt it pulsate anew.
“I have brought you a dress.” Sebastian rolled her skirts up as he laid out the plan. “You will attend a masquerade for the well-to-do in this dress. At the party, there will be a Monsieur Lefey.” With her dress pinned up above her waist, he now worked on pulling his cock from his pants and fumbled more than once or twice in doing so.
“Why?” Mariette noticed that the door didn’t shut behind them, and through the sliver of open space, some of the men watched their silhouettes. She blushed, and despite her push against Sebastian’s chest to try to get him away from the door, he did not budge.
“Because. You will seduce this man. He will be carrying a sum of francs on him and you will take it before you leave.” Sebastian nudged his cock against her thighs, a silent beckoning for her to open them for him.
Which she did. Her small frame lifted into the air as Sebastian tucked his hands under the curves of her ass and pushed her up against the wall for leverage. Her gaze flickered back to the door as he slipped inside her with a hungry, animalistic grunt. Unlike Rene, Sebastian lacked tact. His urges were only primal, lacking passion in many ways. But again, she desired these things just as much as they annoyed her.
“Bring the francs back and I will give you ten percent.” Sebastian thrust his hips forward, violently pushing her tailbone against the wall. “The rest will go to our next mission.” He bucked his hips again and again, just as he had in the meeting. This never was about Mariette in the end. Sebastian did these things to further his own goals and get himself off.
Mariette got off like a victim caught in collateral damage. It rushed over her, destroyed her, empowered her and made her feel disgusted all at once. With a few more bucks of his hips, Sebastian spent himself in her, then painfully pushed her wrist into the wall. “If you make a mess of this, Mariette, I’ll make sure you don’t make it to see the mission at all.”
At once, he dropped her feet back on the ground, her body crumpling forward, off balance. Mariette caught her balance and straightened herself. The smell of his come and her sex filled the air as a warm mix of fluids ran down the inside of her thighs.
He tucked his cock back into his pants and left the room.
Mariette’s hands balled into angry fists, despite the sated feeling that warmed her body all over, ignoring the nagging warning that begged for her to keep herself guarded and not be so vulnerable.
The host estate teemed with people and festivity. Fireworks lit the night sky, glittering over the reflecting pool that led to the front doors. The carriage dropped Mariette off as close to the reception area as pos
sible, but with so many patrons invited to the masquerade, the traffic jammed together, leaving little room for horse or cart to pass by.
She carefully climbed down from the carriage, brushing her hands over her skirts, which flared out from her hips, fullness aided by the wealth of petticoats underneath. She imagined herself as the queen, disguised as a simple noblewoman to enjoy a night out of Versailles. Of course, rumors had already been spread about the queen doing such frivolous things; Mariette even heard that Marie Antoinette might have had the gall to show up here tonight, amidst all the accusations of her secret lovers and her habit of spending all the contents of France’s coffers.
Mariette carried a black-feathered mask in her hand. It matched her carefully chosen costume, also black with scarlet accents and a low neckline. The dress Mariette wore hugged her every curve, without looking too slutty or out of place. The tailor had cut it in the newest fashion, and paired with her new, whalebone corset, her breasts nearly spilled over the front, fabric barely covering her nipples. Around her neck, she wore a simple, black satin ribbon with no other adornments. The whole outfit exuded subtlety, though still had a sexy, appealing style. Most Frenchwomen were starting to adopt the new trend of being as natural and minimalist as possible, beauty in simplicity. It was a fad that the queen introduced before the sudden uprising against the royal family. Though the people no longer held her in favor, they tried their best to carry through her style.
“Mademoiselle?”
Mariette turned to find an usher standing just behind her. “Have you an escort?”
“No, monsieur. I am here on my own tonight. My husband is a busy man.”
He saw the way he looked at her breasts, then her hand, noting, with a raised brow, that she did not wear a ring on her finger. Following the piqued glance, he smirked and nodded his head. “Very well, my lady. Let me see you into the greeting room.”