Serenity's Dream (10 page)

since the death of her husband and regularly came to the club on nights not devoted to

her sessions with Lucien. Often she joined couples in their lovemaking or other games.

"She is always welcome," Lucien had told Serenity. "After all, she is a proponent

of the perverse."

She'd told Lucien many times, "I don't give a witch's tit whether the
ton
approves

of my activities or not. Many of those who would condemn me are also members, and I

make it my business to be abreast of all their propensities as well, should their vicious

tongues decide to wag."

Lady Foxworth was voluptuos, her pendulous breasts often getting in the way as

she lay on her stomach. Her ample hips and bottom had in all likelihood been shapelier

in her more youthful days. As the lady was being prepared for this night's session, she

chattered on about her dearly departed husband. "Yes, my good Lord Foxworth knew

how to deliver a good thrashing. Since his death, Luce is the only man I trust to give me

what I need."

Now, as Serenity watched the woman endure what Lucien doled out, she found

herself in awe.

"Harder, Luce," Lady Foxworth cried, offering her reddened arse for

punishment. "Yes, now that's how my Horace would have done it."

Afterward, the lady required a few minutes to bask in the afterglow of what

Lucien had wrought. As he tended to the implements he'd used, she moaned, all the

while smiling as a woman well satisfied.

"I believe I wish for the services of that delicious young man, Haynes, is it? He

can certainly make an old girl sing, Luce. You should consider making him one of your

regular . . . providers. With a cock such as his, it should be a crime to conceal it beneath

your livery."

Serenity rather wished Lucien would do the honors. The thought that she might

watch him with another was beyond imagining, despite the pangs of jealousy.

Chapter Nine

Serenity sat at her dressing table, brushing out her hair, when the door opened.

Lucien stood at the threshold in shirtsleeves and breeches. He'd removed his coat and

waistcoat in his chamber before coming to hers. He had his arms behind his back and a

look on his face she couldn't define. He simply stood in the doorway, the candlelight

wrapping him in a golden glow, only partly in shadow.

As she looked at him, her heart began to beat a rapid tattoo. His large frame,

nearly six feet four inches, made her heart race. With his large arms and broad,

muscular shoulders, he looked more like someone who regularly worked in the fields

than the owner of a gentleman's club. He had the strong legs of a horseman, a defined

chest, flat stomach and Patrician features, the very definition of handsome. His steel

gray eyes, set within the finely chiseled lines of his face, turned to charcoal when he was

aroused.

"I believe you should prepare yourself, madam." Lucien's tone sounded neither

playful nor angry. Masterful. It certainly did not invite argument.

Serenity sat stock-still. She had no idea what he wished her to do.

"Well."

"I am not sure what you want me to do, sir."

"You should be." He walked toward her with purpose. Before she knew it he had

her on her feet and heading toward the bed. With no ceremony at all, he sat down and

placed her over his knees. He flipped her night rail up over her head and struck her

bottom with his hand. Methodically he struck first one cheek then the other. She reacted

at first with surprise and then inward delight.

As she squealed with each blow, she reveled in the stinging strikes she received

He showed no mercy, and she wanted none. He'd situated her comfortably upon his

strong knees, securing her with one strong arm as he spanked her with his other hand.

Suddenly, he stood her up and turned her to face him. "Do you understand what

I mean by preparing yourself now?" She shook her head and slightly shrugged.

"You don't listen when I speak, do you? You must have forgotten, which means

you need a reminder."

"Yes, sir."

"When I walk into your chamber at night, I expect you shall be sans clothing of

any kind. I don't appreciate having to fumble with all manner of frippery. I expect you

shall be ready for me, in whatever manner I wish it. Your arse is to be available to me; is

that clear?"

"Yes, sir." Moisture began trickling down her leg, her private parts weeping with

joy.

"Well?" He waved his arm in an upward motion.

She shucked out of her night rail in a matter of seconds. She stood nude in front

of Lucien, relishing his lustful perusal of her body. He stood and turned her back to

him. With his cool hands, he rubbed her reddened bottom, pinching the reddest spots,

sending shocks of pleasurable pain to her quim. Desire made her delirious.

Lucien dipped a hand into her folds and exclaimed, "You are dripping wet."

She was also in dire need. The spanking had brought her over the edge and with

his hand so near to where she needed him to be, her body thrummed for want of

satisfaction.

Lucien began to walk toward the door. "Good night," he said as he crossed the

room.

"Where are you going?"

"I believe I shall go back to the club."

"Excuse me, sir, but I cannot believe you would leave me in this condition."

"And what condition would that be?"

"I need you."

"Well, in that case, you should have been ready for me when I came to you."

He walked through the door, closing it behind him. Serenity stood where he'd

left her, stunned and duly punished. Though desire for release still burned inside her,

she smiled broadly. As she tucked herself between the sheets, she thought about her

husband and her marriage and how happy she was to have braved the embarrassment

of approaching Lucien. She rubbed a hand across the burning cheeks of her arse and

vowed there would be many nights she wouldn't be ready for him. She liked his

method of instruction and found a bit of recalcitrance was definitely to her advantage.

* * * * *

Lucien smiled widely as he sat in the library, hard as granite yet somehow

satisfied. He'd never dreamed he would be able to indulge in the kind of sex play he'd

fallen into with his own wife. She had the sweetest arse, though the creaminess of it

wouldn't be apparent any time soon. His palm fit nicely over those cheeks. He'd taken a

chance, given her penchant for such a thing, and just brought himself to her chamber,

knowing full well she wouldn't have been prepared. He'd told her he would be working

quite late. However, he wanted her to reach the point of anticipating his wants and

needs.

Later, he would join her, after she fell asleep. Until then, she would have to stew

in her own juices. He smiled at his mental pun, rather pleased with how well his

marriage was going. He was completely himself. He could speak with her as though she

were one of his male friends. Bad language didn't seem to bother her, but more,

frankness of expression was paramount. His sexual satisfaction had reached new

heights, which he found strange, given his vast experience.

Lucien drank a glass of brandy and then another. His cock ached; his body felt

tense. He hadn't gone nearly as far with her as he wanted to this night. She was a

walking invitation to depravity. Her body begged for his attention—sucking, fucking,

spanking and teasing. He'd have to be very careful not to become emotionally involved.

That wasn't part of the bargain and something he definitely intended to avoid at all

costs. He'd accepted being leg-shackled, but heart-shackled was something he refused

to abide. It left men foolish and unguarded. He needed release, and somehow taking

himself in hand held no appeal. As he entered her chamber, the moonlight shone

brightly across the Turkish carpet. He smiled, thinking how he'd gotten used to

Serenity's preference to sleep with the draperies open. He saw her silhouette in the bed,

facing away from him. Just as he reached the side of the bed, she rolled over.

"Please help me," she said.

"With what do you need help?"

"I need you."

"Tell me exactly what you wish for me to do."

"I need release, Lucien, please."

Lucien stood in silence. He'd instructed her, and she'd not answered as he

wished.

"Don't make me repeat myself."

"I want you inside me, sir."

More silence. He pushed her, he knew, but she would want him to.

"I want you to fuck me," she finally cried.

Lucien went to the bed and removed his clothing. His watchful eyes locked onto

hers, conveying that he wanted her as much as she did him. He covered her naked body

with his own. He indulged himself in her breasts, suckling until she moaned in

response. His hand found her clitoris, circling ever so slowly, until she arched and came

apart in shouts of abandon. He rather enjoyed the look on her face as she came, eyes

closed, body tense, and with seemingly no sense as to how loud she screamed her

pleasure. It was one of the marvels of femininity that would forever mystify and

enchant him.

"Now, please, sir, now," she whimpered.

In one fluid purposeful motion, he sank himself deeply within her warmth. She

greeted him with approving sensual moans, and her body bucked to meet his. He

stroked, teasing her while spiraling her closer to the edge. He rather enjoyed watching

her struggle for release and then snatching it away, albeit temporarily. She grumbled so

prettily when he grabbed paradise from her grasp.

Lucien dipped to her mouth, claiming it with a frightening fierceness. This was

simply sex, or so he told himself. He would not become enamored of his wife; it simply

felt nice to have someone in his bed, and he truly did enjoy having Serenity.

He unsheathed himself, and she growled in disappointment. She arched her

back, bringing herself closer to him.

"You want this, don't you, my pet?" he asked.

"Yes, oh, please."

He slammed into her and stroked with a savage intensity. The veins in his neck

bulged, and his brow furrowed as all his concentration focused on bringing them to a

mutual orgasm that would rock their souls. She whimpered and made little keening

sounds, which only made his own need greater. As he felt her body seize his cock, her

heat searing him, she screamed.

"Yes, love, tell me how much you love my cock inside you."

"I . . . love . . . it . . . ." Her body tensed, and Lucien knew she came close to

release.

"Do you like this?" He moved faster until, in a frenzy, he slammed into her,

losing himself as his shouts rent the air.

He fell to her side, spent.

"Oh, my God," she said.

"Yes."

* * * * *

They dozed for awhile, enjoying the closeness of afterglow. As they lay together,

Serenity's mind raced with questions about those intriguing bits of fact she'd hesitated

to ask about until she knew him better. Though in many ways he remained an enigma,

he would forever be so if she didn't ask that which she wished to know most fervently.

"How long have you been interested in the mastery of a woman's will?" she

whispered.

"I suppose since my school days, but I hadn't dared acknowledge it. By a

fortuitous accident I heard about Madame Rosemount and what her establishment

offered. I was truly amazed when I went there and found many of the men—and even

women—with whom I socialized favored the eroticism derived from spanking."

"When you went there, what did you favor?"

"You are a curious sort, are you not?"

"Sir, I have had years to cultivate my curiosity."

Lucien chuckled. "Well, let me see. You know how I appreciate a nicely reddened

bottom."

"Yes, I have come to appreciate that much myself, but what else. I know there

must be more."

Lucien gave her an appreciative smile that could have denoted the type of

affection one conveys upon a kindred spirit, if it hadn't been Lucien who had smiled

thusly. "At Madame Rosemount's, I found devices and restraints. My method became

much the same as the one I use now, with you. I don't believe in harming someone for

sexual gratification. That's a rule I have for my club. Everyone must submit willingly.

No one is ever forced, no matter how involved the game."

"I am relieved to know that," Serenity said. "Is there more than what we have

already done?"

"Are you suffering from boredom already, Mrs. Damrill?"

"Not in the least, just a severe case of curiosity."

"Well, then, yes, there is more, much more, depending upon what you might be

interested in."

"Will you ever demonstrate it to me at the club?"

"I suppose I could give you an idea of what I am talking about?"

Her face flushed brightly, but she forged ahead. "I would like to see all you have

told me about."

"Mrs. Damrill, your curiosity could become outlandishly decadent if you don't

learn to rein it in."

"You have piqued my need to know more, sir."

Lucien laughed heartily. "In that regard, I don't believe that much needed doing.

You act as though you have done this before and were starving for it, much like our

Lady Foxworth."

Serenity flushed, turning her head to prevent Lucien seeing any telltale signs of