Just One Night (Le Débauché Club) (2 page)

“James,” she began
, not certain what to say to him.

“Take a step,” he directed. “Clench your pussy and take a
nother step.”

She did so, but it was difficult. The weight of the balls pushed against her muscles and she wasn’t sure she could make it up
Longfield’s stone steps.

“Hold on tight,” he said in her ear, “or
remember, I’ll have to slide them inside your ass instead.”

Heavens
, she’d nearly forgotten about that. Emma’s muscles tightened again. “How long?” she asked. “How long will you make me keep these?”

He turned his face to stare
into her eyes; a wicked twinkle sparkled in his light blue depths. “For as long as it pleases me.” Then he pushed at the small of her back until she reached the first stone step.

* * *

James
was most certainly going to hell for this. For taking the most innocent lady of his acquaintance, his late best friend’s wife no less, and bringing her down to his debauched level. But it had been her suggestion. She’d come to his townhouse, quite brave of her really to do so, and begged him to introduce her to this world. The world where Michael had spent all of his time, fucking other women and playing out his darkest fantasies.

Of course
, James had told her no. The suggestion was a ludicrous one. This world was no place for a naïve lady like Emma Alnwick, but she’d stepped around his desk, sat on the corner, bent forward, which gave him a rather nice view of her charms, and had said, “James,” with her breathy voice. “I want you to bring me to one of your
Le Débauché
parties. I want to know what Michael…I want to know what
you
find so fascinating there.”

He’d laughed off her statement and told her, in no uncertain terms, that if she
showed up at a
Le Débauché
party, she’d end up with her skirts tossed over her head and some lord buried deep within her.

When she said, “So long as that lord is
you
, James,” he’d become obsessed with the thought.

Truthfully, he’d been obse
ssed with the thought before Michael had married her, but now… Now that she was offering herself up to him? Now that she was willing to do whatever he asked? He’d have moved heaven and hell to thrust his cock inside her. So he’d agreed, sealing his spot in Hell, certainly. But he couldn’t say no.

So s
he wanted to see this world? Fine. He’d show it to her. And when the night was over, she’d never want to see it again. Not that he’d be through with her then. He didn’t think he’d ever be through with her. But he wanted her all for himself. He didn’t want to share her. He didn’t want to see her sullied in a place like this with these people.  He wanted her naked, in his bed, willing to do whatever he asked, but not some place like this.

She sucked in a breath as they reached the final step
, and James glanced down at the lady on his arm. He was surprised she’d made it this far without dropping one of his balls. Fairly disappointing, that. “Are you all right?” he asked.

The look she shot him
though her mask, the one that wished him to the devil, made him laugh. But she was the one who asked for this. He’d have been happy to toss her into his bed and have his way with her back at his townhouse. But she wanted to see
this
world. So he’d show it to her. Once.

“This was your idea,” he whispered.

“I had no idea you’d make me do
this
,” she grumbled, shaking her head, which sent her blond curls bouncing about her shoulders.

“I have a very active imagination,” he said, retrieving his arm from her and then trailing his hand d
own her slender shoulder and back before finally stopping at that sweet little ass of hers and squeezing it tight. “Who knows what things I’ll make you do before the night is through, my lady?”

A footman held open the front door and music poured
outside, over the threshold as James directed Emma inside the den of debauchery, pushing gently at the small of her back. She glanced around at the dark walls and inside an open parlor door where a masked woman on her knees, her hands bound behind her back, sucked on a masked man’s cock.

She stopped in her tracks.
Was it to keep the first of the silver balls from falling to the floor, or was it the shocking sight before her eyes? James slid his arm around her shoulders. “Do you want to see more? Or are you ready to leave?”

“I don’t want to leave,” she said breathlessly. “I—I want to see everything.”

Then everything she’d see.

Ja
mes offered her his arm then led her toward Longfield’s ballroom. He knew what to expect there, but she wouldn’t.  They passed parlor after parlor. Women crying out in ecstasy. The guttural release of more than one man. The crack of a whip echoed off the walls of one particular parlor. Emma had to be horrified, but she continued on, slower than normal, of course with the silver balls occupying her cunt, but she didn’t stop.

Once they reached the ballroom, James guided Emm
a inside the decadent room. Light from chandeliers glistened off the golden walls and bathed naked, gyrating body after naked gyrating body in warm flickering light. Longfield’s orgies never did disappoint. There had to be two dozen men and women moaning and groaning and fucking each other, each masked to protect their identities in the morning. Thank God Longfield had given him a private chamber. He doubted Emma would ever be prepared for ballroom activities.

As though on cue,
Emma sucked in a breath beside him. “Good heavens.”

Even now she was prim and proper. “I don’t think heav
en has anything to do with it, love.”

Her lips parted and her eyes widened as she gazed upon the scene
before them. James’ blood warmed at the thought of sliding his cock between those lips, of having her drink every last drop of him until he was dry. The images before him, the sounds echoing in his ears, nearly drove him mad with want.

And then the most magical sound in
all the world hit his ears. A clank from beneath Emma’s skirts signaled the first of his silver balls had dropped to the floor at her feet.

Now she was his.

* * *

Emma’s
eyes flashed to James’. He’d definitely heard that, even over the din. She gulped. “I didn’t mean to,” she began.

He dropped to her feet and
retrieved the silver orb from beneath her skirts. The ball seemed to glisten under the warm flickering light of the chandeliers.

James rose back to his full height. “I think I was very clear about this, Emma.”

Oh heavens! She shook her head. “James,” she started reasonably.

But h
is brow rose behind his mask as though daring her to contradict him. “You will walk out those doors, turn left up the steps and walk into the first bedchamber on the right.”

“What if there’s someone in there?”

“You will climb onto the bed, on your hands and knees, lift your skirts and point your pretty little ass high in the air for me.”

Emma gulped again. He didn’t really mean to—

“And you’ll do it now, or we’ll go home.”

She wasn’t ready to go home. She wanted to know what it was that
had so fascinated Michael, but more importantly what so fascinated
James
about this life. She wanted to know why her husband had never looked at her again. But mostly, she wanted to ensure that James would never turn away from her the way Michael had. If she was part of this life, part of this world, James wouldn’t run from her, would he? She didn’t think so. She prayed he would not. Emma nodded, and then followed his directions to the letter.

She climbed the stairs, squeezing her legs together as tight
ly as she was able to keep from dropping another ball. It was a bit easier with just three. Four had been so much weight pressing against her.

Emma entered the first bedchamber on the right. Candles lit the room from all sides, turning the red walls a slight orange hue from their glow.  In the middle of the floor was a large four-poster made of dark mahogany
and adorned in red silk. She took a steadying breath then continued onto the bed, hiking her skirts up around her middle, as he’d directed, and pointed her bare bottom northward.

James entered the room a moment later
, tossing his little silver ball into the air and catching it again. “So you
can
follow instructions. That is good to know.” He pocketed the silver ball, shut the door behind him and turned a key in the lock. Then he pulled the domino from his face and let it drop to the floor.

Heavens! Seeing his face made her heart race. He’d always been so breathtakingly handsome. But now, with his light blue eyes so focused on her with intent, she sucked in a
n unsteady breath.

James
started toward the bed, crossing the room in only a few strides. “Such a nice little ass you have, Emma.”

A second later, his warm
hands caressed her bottom, sending desire racing to her core. In her current position, the weight of the three remaining silver balls pressed against her womb, and she nearly exploded from his touch. James squeezed her bottom, massaging her, relaxing her as his hands made their way to the tight entrance of her anus.

He pulled her cheeks apart
, and Emma’s eyes widened in surprise. This was really happening. She’d never imagined being this exposed to anyone. “James.”

“Shh,” he said as his finger slowly caressed her
entrance. “Are you surprised by what you’ve seen so far?”

Michael
had told her of the things he’d done with other women, delighting in making her feel small and unimportant. So she wasn’t surprised by the acts themselves, but she was surprised by the effect of hearing such sounds with her own ears had inspired within her. The more she heard, the more she saw, the harder it had been to hold onto that ball. “No.”

“No?” he sounded surpri
sed himself. Then the tip of his finger pressed inside her anus.

Emma
gasped at the intrusion.

“But
now
you’re surprised?”

No one had ever touched her in such a way before. She nodded, not sure she could find her voice
as his finger quested further and deeper inside her. Heavens, she’d never imagined something like…

“And yet I told you what would happen,” he said smoothly, like an instructor with an inept studen
t. His finger retreated slightly. Then he pushed in again and again, the delicious pressure and friction making her lightheaded. She was barely able to remain on her hands and knees with him touching her so.

“I’m going to place this little ball deep inside you, Emma.
You’ll thank me, and then you’re going to want more.”

She definitely
wanted more. The feel of his finger moving inside her ass was a glorious sensation, one she’d never known was possible before. He pushed in further, deeper, and she couldn’t help but squirm from the pressure.

“
In fact, you’re going to like it so much, you’re going to release the hold you have on those other balls, and then I’m going to slide each pussy drenched ball inside your ass one at a time.”

She cried out his name
as he pressed the silver ball inside her anus. At first, her muscle defied him, but he pushed forward, determinedly. And once it was in, James lodged it deep within her with his finger.

“Thank me, Emma.”

Thank him? She could barely breathe.

His firm hand smacked her bottom
, making her gasp. “Be a good girl, and thank me, Emma.”

“Th-thank you,” she echoed quickly, before he could spank her again.

“You’re the one who let the ball drop, love,” he softly chided, squeezing her bottom, once more with his hands.

Heavens!
The sensation was like nothing she could have imagined. The weight that had been difficult to hold inside her pussy felt much different inside her bottom. It was a welcome weight, and it made her crave more. Much more. She couldn’t help but moan from the want.

Again,
James caressed her rear opening with the pad of his finger. “And when all four balls are inside your ass, Emma, I’m going to lay you on your back and fuck you. I’m going to—”

Oh
, heavens! She’d wanted that for so long. His words made the muscles in her pussy spasm, and her hold on the next ball loosed enough that it dropped to the counterpane with a thud.

James chuckled. “
Very nice.” He retrieved the ball, and though she couldn’t see it, she felt it pressed next to her anal opening. It was still warm and slick with her juices, and when James pushed it against her opening, she took it more easily than she had the first. Inside her, it touched the first ball. A pulse went through her at the contact, and it reverberated through her like a jolt.

Had anything ever felt so wickedly wonderful?
Another moan escaped Emma, and her mouth began to water in anticipation. Each insertion was more glorious, more sinful than the last, and each one brought her closer and closer to having James right where she wanted him, buried to the hilt inside her.