"Your mons is sweetly plump," he said. "I like a woman with a pillowy mons." His fingers pushed themselves between her nether lips, and he began to play with her sex. "Do you like that, m'lady?"
"Yes," Lucinda said with a small smile.
"You are getting nicely moist," he told her, his fingers working her harder, pressing into her love sheath, rubbing.
The door to the bedchamber opened, and The Master entered. He smiled at the lascivious scene before him and immediately began to undress himself. "Can you two greedy lads leave the lady's titties long enough to take my boots off?" he demanded of Dick and Martin.
They immediately jumped from the bed and went to his aid. Then he dismissed them, and with a wave to Lucinda they left the room.
The Master joined the two remaining figures upon the bed, saying, "Come, Lucinda, and play with my cock like a good girl."
"You didn't say please," she taunted him. "Ohh, yes, John, that is quite nice."
His eyes narrowed behind his mask. "I see, Lucinda, that you need a first lesson in obedience," he said. "John, turn her so she lays across the bed the other way, her head on the edge. Then you know what to do."
"Yes, m'lord," the footman said, and pulled Lucinda about protesting. Then John mounted the woman beneath him and thrust deep into her love nest. "Master thinks you need a good fucking, m'lady, and I am most happy to oblige," he said with a grin.
"Ohhhh," Lucinda cried out, and then she gulped as The Master pressed his love lance between her open and surprised lips.
"You can take two, my pet," he told her. "And you will rouse it one way or another!" He caught her hands to prevent her thwarting his desire "Suck, Lucinda! Suck, or I shall punish you."
Her head was spinning with myriad sensations. The man atop her pumping her fiercely. The male organ in her mouth that had entered relatively soft and manageable, but with each tug of her mouth was growing hard and very long. She choked slightly, struggling to contain him between her lips, fighting not to gag because while she and Robert had often discussed this manner of passion, they had never had the opportunity to attempt it. She concentrated on relaxing, and sure enough her throat opened to embrace him deeply.
"Ahhhhh, God!" The Master cried out, genuinely surprised by her compliance. There was no surrender in her actions. She was enjoying it all every bit as much as they were.
John gave a shout, and his juices spilled themselves into her. He rolled away from her almost immediately, panting with his exertions.
"Release me!" The Master's deep voice grated harshly.
Lucinda opened her mouth and was quite astounded to see the size of his engorged organ. She had practically swallowed him, and yet she had believed she could have taken more. "Ohh," she said as he first mounted and then thrust deep into her with a groan. "Do not come, you devil," she murmured, "until I have had my pleasure of you first!" Then she surprised him by pulling his head to her and kissing him.
Her lips were fragrant; her tongue teased at his. She sucked upon it hungrily. He could taste himself in her mouth, and it excited him even more. He pushed her legs up, gradually pressing them over her head, kneeling as he screwed himself slowly and deeply into her love sheath. Lucinda moaned, the sound a most distinct little noise of pleasure. He withdrew from her as slowly, and then plunged quickly back into the soft, wet heat of her body.
"Ohh, God, yes!" Lucinda encouraged him intensely.
His member was absolutely throbbing with excitement. "Bitch," he growled in her ear, "are you not yet satisfied?"
"A little more, Master, and I will be content," she murmured. "Ah! Ah! Ahhhhhh!" Her body shuddered with its release.
The Master let his climax burst forth in a torrent of hot love juices. He could not, it seemed, stop coming, his big body jerking with the discharge until finally he shivered one last time. After a moment he said, "My dear Lady Lucinda, I do not know when I have had a better fuck. You are indeed magnificent, my pet!" He rolled off of her and onto his back.
Leaning over, Lucinda whispered in his ear, "Send John away. You and I need to talk, my lord."
"I do not think talking is your strong suit," he replied.
Lucinda laughed. "Why is it that men think with their bodies and not their brains, sir? Send John away. Please."
"You and the lads are dismissed for the night, John," The Master said to the footman. "I will call you in the morning."
John rose from the bed, bowed politely, and left the room.
"Well?" The Master asked Lucinda when the door had shut behind the servant "What are we to talk on, my lady?"
"Revenge, sir. Sweet revenge," Lucinda told him. "You do not appear unintelligent, and I have already ascertained you are a nobleman. You must certainly understand by now that I cannot be brought to heel like some animal you are training."
The Master was silent, and so Lucinda continued.
"I will not under any circumstances wed any of the three gentlemen who tendered me offers this season. I love none of them. My late husband advised me to marry for love the second time."
"Was it not love the first time?" The Master asked her, curious.
"No," Lucinda answered him frankly, "it was not."
"You married him for his money, then?" How typical of a woman, The Master thought, half-angry.
"No, I did not marry Robert for his money," Lucinda responded.
"Then, why did you wed him?" Now he was truly curious.
"My late father, Lord Worth, of Worthington Manor in Worcester, was a rich man at one time, but not a very rich man. He married for love. Mama brought him a small, but respectable dowry. Then they went and had seven children, all of whom needed to be provided for if they were to make their way in the world. My brothers, William and George, were first- and second-born. They had to be educated at Eton and Oxford. George, as you know, chose the church for a career, but William had always loved playing at soldiers, and so Papa purchased a commission in the King's Own Royal West Worcester Dragoons. Papa said providing for the boys was straightforward. It was when it came to his girls things grew more complicated."
"What happened to your parents?" The Master asked her.
"Mama died when I was twelve. Papa shortly after I married Robert Harrington," Lucinda explained. Then she continued on with her narrative. "Finding husbands and providing dowries for five daughters proved to be more expensive than my father had anticipated. Each of my elder sisters went up to London for a season. The first three came back with a duke, a marquess, and an earl. It was when Julia went up to London for her season, the year she was seventeen, that Papa realized the difficulty of his situation.
"My sisters always stayed at Papa's aunt's home. She is Lady Dunstan and adored launching my sisters, as she so quaintly put it. But that year after Papa had provided Julia with her wardrobe and the other fripperies she would need, he discovered he had barely enough monies left for a modest dowry for Julia, and that there would be nothing left for me." Lucinda sighed deeply. "It was then," she said, "that my father did a most reckless thing. He took Julia's dowry and went to White's to gamble. And at first he won. His luck was incredible that night. Everyone said so, but then his fortunes turned. His friends advised him to take his winnings and leave the tables, but poor Papa foolishly gambled on. Finally he had lost my sister's dowry, and he was desperate. Julia had already met Lord Rafferty and was madly in love. While our great-aunt, Lady Dunstan, was against poor Rafferty because he was Irish, she and Papa knew he was going to ask for Julia's hand in marriage. He might be Irish, but he possessed a respectable fortune and was the best my sister would do. There were far too many very wealthy heiresses seeking husbands that season. Papa knew that Rafferty would accept Julia's modest dowry.
"Julia isn't like my three oldest sisters. Position means nothing to her, as it does to Laetitia, Charlotte, and George-anne. She was in love. He was in love, and that was good enough for our father. Now he had gone and lost her dowry. While I believe Lord Rafferty would have accepted her with
out one, it was a matter of honor to poor Papa that he provide his daughter with her portion. So my father did the absolute unthinkable."
"He cheated at the cards," The Master said.
Lucinda nodded. "In one fell swoop he won back Julia's dower and a bit more. He thought that no one had noticed, and indeed he was congratulated all around for his skill and daring in playing that one last hand. He had even wagered our home as collateral because he had not had enough monies in hand. It was a terrible thing he did, but he was so desperate. As no one seemed to have realized what he had done, he took his winnings and bid his friends good night. The next morning Robert Harrington came to call upon my father."
"Ahh," The Master said. "He saw what your father had done, eh?"
Lucinda nodded. "Father had been playing against him alone. While Robert had more than enough money, and would have publicly exposed anyone else, he was curious as to why my father, a man of impeccable honor, had cheated. He spoke fairly and honestly with Papa. My father, of course, was overcome with shame, not just for the deed done, but thathe had been found out by his opponent. He told Robert the truth of the matter, and Lord Harrington was most sympathetic. Then he made Papa a most unusual offer.
"He told him that he should not expose him, and that Julia should marry Lord Rafferty. In return he said he wanted Papa's youngest daughter, namely me, for his wife. I was not to have a London season. Instead I would be married to Robert Harrington immediately after my seventeenth birthday. I had just turned sixteen when all this transpired. I was not to be told of this arrangement until three months before my marriage, and I would not meet Lord Harrington until the week before we were to be wed. My father, of course, quickly agreed. He had no other choice."
"And so you saw your sister, Julia, married to her sweetheart, then went home to the country to dream of your own London season," The Master said, smiling up at Lucinda, who was now leaning over him as she spoke.
"Precisely," Lucinda replied. "For over a year I envisioned how I would take London by storm. Then I should outdo my three eldest sisters by marrying not a duke, not a marquess, not an earl, but a prince!" She laughed aloud. "You can only imagine my chagrin when I learned that not only was I not to have my longed-for season, but that I was to marry a man who was forty-two years older than I was! Oh, how I cried, stormed, and pleaded to be released from my father's promise. He would not tell me the truth of the matter, of course, but George did. And then my churchly brother went on to say it was my Christian duty as a good daughter to obey my surviving parent; to save Papa and the rest of the family from the disgrace exposure of his sins would surely bring."
"And so you cooperated," The Master said.
"Yes," Lucinda replied, "but I was very fortunate, unlike many girls put in similar positions. Robert Harrington was a wonderful man whose only lack was an heir of his loins. His first wife had never been able to successfully conceive and bear him a child. He loved her deeply, and it was a terrible tragedy for them. He had been widowed for a number of years when he decided he must remarry and attempt to father an heir on a young wife. No one really knew how wealthy Robert was, and his family is not of the first rank. He could not manage to contract another alliance with a young woman of his own station. Then when he caught my father cheating, the answer became obvious to him." She ceased her narrative for a moment and, arising from the bed, crossed the chamber to pour herself a goblet of sweet wine. "Would you like one, Master?"
"Yes." He nodded. "Then return, and tell me the rest of your fascinating tale, m'lady Lucinda." He took the goblet she offered him, and she rejoined him to continue her story.
"Robert Harrington was a lovely man. When we first met he at once ascertained my anger and my fears. He attempted to allay them in that week before we were married. It was a simple ceremony, performed in our local church by our ancient vicar. I had no attendants, and my only witnesses were Papa, George, his wife Caroline, and the vicar's wife and elderly sister. A toast was drunk to us afterward at the house. Papa put an announcement in all the London papers. We returned to Harrington Hall immediately that very day."
"Did your husband force your virginity from you that same night?" The Master asked her, curious.
"Nay," Lucinda said. "It was several months before Robert made me a woman. He wanted me to enjoy the sensual experience. He was very skilled, I believe. He said while I might not ever come to love him, he did want our time together to be pleasureable for us both."
"And was it?" The Master queried.
"Yes, it was," Lucinda answered him frankly. "And to my surprise I did come to love him. Not in a wildly passionate way, but in a quiet way. I also respected him for the kind of man he was. Thoughtful. Kind. Generous. I am very sorry I could not perform the only task he required of me, which was to give him an heir. We had been wed several years when he became ill. I nursed him with as much devotion as I could. When he died, no one was more surprised than I was to learn he had left me his entire fortune! The estate itself was entailed upon the next male heir, who also inherited his title."
"Why have you been living with your brother?" The Master's fingers reached out to wrap a hank of Lucinda's thick chestnut hair about his big hand. His gaze was direct.
"There was no dower house at the hall. Robert's nephew, Percy, is a child. His mama, Lady Blythe, was very angry the lad received none of his uncle's monies. She had been counting upon it heavily as she is a widow and, being prone to extravagance, always in debt. Had she allowed me to remain, I would have happily borne the expenses of the estate. In her disappointment she accused me of cajoling her brother into disinheriting her son, and she said it to any who would listen. The lies she told were dreadful. I had used my body in lewd ways to influence Robert. I had stalked him until he had wed me. There are always those willing to listen to such nonsense, of course. I was glad to leave the hall. The bitch even searched my luggage before I went to make certain that nothing belonging to the estate was secreted among my possessions. She is really quite an awful woman. Robert disliked both her and her odious brat intensely, but he could not save Harrington Hall for me unless I had a child of his body, and I did not."
"So you came to London to find another husband, eh?"
"I came to London to buy a house of my own," Lucinda said bluntly. "I was forced by convention to live with George and Caro. They dragged every eligible bachelor in the county into my presence; but I am not yet of a mind to remarry, and they refuse to understand it. After I had refused everyone they could think of, Caroline suggested we come to London for the season. I agreed not because I wanted a man, but because I wanted my own home. I have just purchased a delightful little place on Traleigh Square."
He was fascinated by her recital. This was not at all what he had expected to hear from her. She was not in the market for a man. He had been given to understand that Lady Lucinda Harrington was a proper little cock tease, deserving of a lesson in manners, who must be brought to heel. And when she had been, she would be compelled to choose from among her three worthy suitors. But she didn't want to choose.
"You have offended three important gentlemen," he began, "who seek to compromise you so that you must take one of them in marriage. I do not know who they are, for that is not usually important to me. I am employed to do what I do for the Devil's Disciples, and nothing else is of interest to me in these matters. However, they have never put a lady in my charge as you know. The story you tell me is vastly different from what I was led to believe. Who do I trust in this matter, madame?"
"Common sense should tell you that, sir," Lucinda answered. "For your own information, I shall tell you the gentlemen I have offended who I believe are responsible for my being here. The Duke of Rexford, the Marquess of Hargrave, and Lord Bertram. I suspect, too, that my brother is also involved in this. The others would not dare to have me kidnapped otherwise. Had I really been meant to go to my sister Julia's in Ireland, a hue and cry would be raised when I didn't arrive. Those villains know that. Therefore I must
conclude that my brother stands with them. But then George is a fool, too, I fear."
The Master laughed aloud at her candid remark. Then he grew serious "You have not objected to your treatment at my hands, m'lady. I do not know what to think of it."
"Has it not occurred to you, sir, that I like carnal pursuits? I do not believe that I am a wanton, but I enjoyed my late hus-band's attentions. It has been several years since we cohabited, as his illness did not permit it in the last two years of his life."
"And now you have been widowed for another two," The Master said.
Lucinda nodded in the affirmative. "Our lovemaking had always, I believe, been most circumspect. Just before Robert grew ill we had spoken on more daring forms of passion such as cock sucking, and arse fucking, but we had never had the time to explore such things."
"So you were not afraid this evening?" His green eyes searched her face for the absolute truth.
"No," Lucinda said. "I found it very exciting to have John atop me filling my cunt while you stuffed your cock into my mouth to suck. At first I thought I would choke. You are not a small man. But then I discovered that by relaxing my throat I could more than contain you. I hope you are not shocked by my confession, sir."
"I am fascinated, madame," he admitted to her.
"You understand now that I cannot be forced into taking one of those three fools for a husband," Lucinda said.
"I am afraid I do, m'lady Lucinda, but the knowledge puts me in a bit of a quandary. The income I earn from the Devil's Disciples helps me to maintain my own small estate and my horses. If I admit to failure with you, I am ruined and could lose everything. What am I to do?"
"Let me see your face," she begged him. She touched the narrow band of black silk across his upper face.
"Nay, m'lady, that I cannot do for the reasons I have already explained," he told her, but his voice was now reluctant.
Lucinda smiled a wicked smile. "I can help you to maintain your reputation, and your income, if you will help me," she told him.
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