Serenity's Dream (22 page)

mundane but pleasurable day.

Late in the evening, she lounged on the chaise beside the fireplace, naked, her

long hair draped over her shoulders, with only a blanket to warm her. Lucien had

intended it to be an early night, telling her he would join her by one. But at half-past

two, he still hadn't come

She'd worked herself into a sexual frenzy with thoughts of the ménage he'd

arranged, and just seeing him roger Lady Patience had just about been her undoing.

Add the sight of Lucien's arse being impaled upon her phallus, and Serenity was in dire

need with no husband in sight.

Dare she risk being caught touching herself? Possibly with the blanket, even if he

did come into the room, he wouldn't be able to tell what she was about. After all, it was

his fault she was so overset.

She brought her hands under the blanket and found her newly shaved mons.

She'd grown to love the feel of the silky smooth skin. It provided stimulation of her

naughty thoughts, which became more abundant as time went on. The erotic world

Lucien had introduced to her made her feel the need to climax many times each day.

Serenity reasoned when she was in need and Lucien wasn't available, she should

be able to alleviate her need. She laughed to herself, knowing Lucien wouldn't feel the

same way, but she needed some justification to proceed.

Her fingers found her clitoris and began flicking and circling. Her eyes drifted

shut as she prepared for the orgasm she so desperately needed.

Suddenly, the blanket flew away. When she opened her eyes, her hand still in

place, she saw the glittering amusement in her husband's eyes.

"Haven't we learned our lesson yet, Mrs. Damrill? I believe I shall enjoy

reiterating the fine points."

Serenity remained calm. It was then she realized she'd wanted Lucien to catch

her. He would punish her, and then they would make love the way she hoped they

would for the rest of their lives.

She smiled up at him, but he didn't smile back. A thrill coursed through her.

"What were you doing?" His voice was flat. Not angry, just flat.

"Do I really have to explain it to you? It should be fairly self-explanatory."

"Well, not to me."

"I was thinking of our time with Patience and how it looked seeing you with her.

I had no idea when you would be coming to me, and I couldn't wait."

"You do know this has earned you a punishment?"

"I would expect nothing less."

Lucien sat on the chaise longue and indicated to Serenity she should position

herself across his lap. She did so cheerfully, looking forward to his attentions. He

spanked her with his hand, all the while explaining to her she wasn't allowed to

pleasure herself without his permission. She cried, but the tears were of unadulterated

joy. Though she knew he did not feel anything close to love for her, she knew she'd

never felt so loved. She'd come to adore him, and love was the only word she had to

define what she felt for him.

"Do you feel you have learned this time?" Lucien asked.

"I must honestly say I don't know."

Lucien laughed heartily. "Get up, my dear, so that I might undress."

He removed his breeches and then resumed his seat, slouched in the comfortable,

wing-backed chair. He spread his legs wide, his cock demanding satisfaction. "I believe

I would like for you to attend me, my wife." He rather fancied himself King Henry the

VIII and her Anne Boleyn.

"Yes, I see you are in need." She knelt before him and took him into her mouth,

expertly ministering to his obvious problem.

One of his hands fisted into her hair, holding her where he most needed her to

be.

"Oh, you have the sweetest mouth." His head lolled back against the chair, and

he immersed himself in the sensations she was producing. Her tongue swirled over the

crown, and her hand delicately but firmly slid over the engorged blue veins. It felt like

heaven, or at least as close as Lucien ever expected to get. He'd seen and participated in

more than his share of decadency. He would never be ashamed of the way he lived, for

he required sexual activity more often than most. The thought rarely left his mind.

He'd needed release for much of the day and had no opportunity to visit his

wife. Now, he debated whether he wished to finish this way or plunge himself deeply

within her warmth. The latter won out. He guided her to her feet and brought her to

rest upon his lap.

In one fluid, purposeful motion, he sank himself inside her. She greeted him with

sensual moans, and her body bucked to meet his.

"Ride me into heaven," he murmured as he took hold of her hips and helped her

to establish a rhythm.

She rose high, almost unsheathing him, then she savagely slammed back down.

He brought his hand up to her center, and as he circled her erect clit, she stroked them

to mutual orgasms that rocked their souls.

Much later, as they lay kissing lazily, their eyes gritty with exhaustion, Lucien

whispered, "You are amazing."

Serenity purred, her languorous state obviously having lowered her guard. As

she drifted off to sleep, she reached up, petted his face, and said those fateful words, "I

love you, Lucien."

* * * * *

Lucien lay for hours, playing those words over and over again in his mind. He

questioned whether she knew she'd even said them aloud, or if she'd simply been

caught up in the afterglow of their lovemaking. He'd long ago admitted to himself his

enjoyment in hearing them, but he wasn't sure he could ever say them as easily as she

had.

As the sky shown pink in the early morning, Lucien drifted off to sleep, his arms

around his wife, her bottom curled against his groin. The tentacles from Serenity's heart

had wrapped tightly around his own, and in all his forty years, he'd never been so

happy not to be alone.

* * * * *

It had been several days since Serenity's sleepy admission of love for him. He

could still hear her words inside his head. As he'd ruminated about them and his own

thoughts on the subject, Serenity slipped into his library.

"May I join you?" she asked quietly.

"Of course you may." He stood, genuinely happy to see her. "Would you care for

a glass of wine?"

"Yes, that would be nice."

He poured her a glass of Madeira, and they sat in the chairs flanking the black

marble fireplace.

"This room is quite impressive, Lucien. I would love to see more books in here,

though."

"Purchase all you like, my dear. I have no objection to you stocking the shelves."

"Really, I truly would appreciate having a variety of books to read."

Lucien couldn't help wondering about her admission. He needed to find a way to

broach the topic.

"Am I disturbing you?" she asked.

"Not at all, why do you ask?

"You look preoccupied."

"No, not really. Just before you came in, I was thinking about you."

"About me? I had no idea you gave me more than a passing thought." Her eyes

fairly twinkled with mischief.

"Lately, it has been much more than just in passing. Much has happened, has it

not?"

"I did come here in the hope we could talk about the past few days. I wish to

thank you for asking Patience to join us. I'd had hopes of a ménage at some point, but I

had only mentioned it briefly."

"You are quite welcome, dear. She has been a member for sometime so our

acquaintance is of some duration. I knew I could trust her to indoctrinate you properly."

Serenity gave him a disarming smile. "Would you consider inviting her again?"

"Certainly, I did garner some benefit as well."

"I am not sure how to approach you on this, but I need to know about, well, what

I did to you. I enjoyed doing it, and I believe you did to, but the first time, you were so

angry with me. If it bothered you the other night, I need to know so I don't repeat it."

Lucien sat calmly with one leg crossed over the other. He sipped his brandy,

savoring the burn.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked.

"Yes."

"Why did you get so angry the first time?"

"There is a part of me that's ashamed of my curiosity with how it would feel. I

have long had an interest in anal sex play. I have seen men together, and though I have

no desire to experience another man, I have always wanted to know how it felt. You

seem so enamored with everything to do with your arse, it actually enticed me even

further."

"Would you ever consider letting me test you further with Little Lucien?"

"If the circumstances seemed right, I might. I must admit to an enjoyment that

went beyond any of my expectations. I understand why you like it so much."

"I believe it goes beyond enjoyment. I feel so close to you when you take me that

way. It is exciting, the feeling of fullness and the connection between us. I especially

love it after you spank me and while you fuck me you pat my bottom. It is like heaven."

Lucien couldn't keep his smile contained. He was married to a lusty wanton, and

he loved her beyond measure. Never, in his wildest dreams, could he have conjured

this woman.

"How would you like me to spank you tonight, dear? Afterwards, I shall take

you hard, any way you wish."

Serenity stood and closed the distance between them.

"Raise your skirts, and lie across my lap."

She did as he asked. His ample lap had become home to her. Holding her skirts

around her waist, she laid down.

"Oh, yes, my dear, such a beautiful bottom." His hand rubbed her cheeks. "I need

to make up for my neglect. Your bottom is not nearly the color I like it to be."

"No, and I cannot feel it during the day, either."

"I shall remedy that, I promise you."

"Oh, yes, Lucien. Please."

He patted her again then delivered the first smack.

"Oh, yes," Serenity cried as his hand came down again.

"I know you need this, dear."

"Harder," she whispered.

He struck again and then spent a moment, rubbing and dipping lower to tease

her moist, feminine folds. She raised her bottom to meet his hand, and he rewarded her

with a few sensual circles with his fingers.

"More."

"More of what?" He swiped her again, followed by another pat. Her howls of joy

filled the room. Lucien knew she was in heaven.

As Serenity wept with ecstasy, Lucien pulled her up to sit on his lap. He held her

close and rubbed her warm bottom. He felt the same way, but couldn't bring himself to

speak the words that sat on the tip of his tongue. He closed his eyes, taking in her

lavender scent and the feel of her in his arms. He'd never imagined himself being so

vulnerable, and yet she had him at her mercy, this tiny woman who held his heart in

her hands.

"Let us go upstairs, dear," he whispered. "I want nothing better than to ravish

you thoroughly and then hold you close all night long."

Chapter Twenty

Marjorie entered Serenity's room and flung back the draperies, letting in the

bright autumn sun. Another maid came in to stoke the fire, and soon the room was as

toasty as the snug bedclothes Serenity was so reluctant to abandon.

"Mr. Damrill wishes for me to prepare you, ma'am. I have brought tea and toast

for you to enjoy while I take care of other things."

Serenity stretched and pulled herself up to a sitting position. Marjorie sat the tray

on her lap and went about preparing the razor to shave her.

She ate quickly, not being particularly hungry. She'd come to enjoy the feeling of

her quim being free of the curly brown hair. It was naughty, and she loved the feeling.

It pleased Lucien and had come to be of the utmost importance to her.

When Marjorie was finished, Serenity stepped into her bath and luxuriated in the

steaming lavender-scented water. During her soak, she reflected upon her life in

Lucien's care. She treasured the thought each morning that he would spank her twice

during the day, more if she asked, and all the while, he'd talk in the low-rumble he

affected during such times.

She willingly bared her bottom and encouraged him to lay his hand or strap or

paddle upon her, because in the end, she needed that almost as much as she needed

him inside her. She couldn't explain the need of it to anyone, nor would she try. She

realized it wasn't something for which most people wished, but
she
required it as surely

as the next breath of air.

Her mind drifted back several days to her conversation with Lucien. Never had

she been able to have such an open and frank discussion with anyone. However, with

Lucien, it was a requirement. He despised the delicate machinations people usually

performed when outspokenness would accomplish the task in much less time.

If Lucien had taught her nothing else, she'd learned if one had something to say,

they should simply say it. She rather liked the new person she had become, and it was a

credit to Lucien that he'd taught her well in just the few months they had lived together.

As she bathed, her eyes closed, and her hand drifted to her quim but quickly

pulled away as though she'd been burned. Another of Lucien's rules came to the fore.

However, she allowed her hand to drift back, relishing the baby-soft smoothness of her