Serenity's Dream (24 page)
Lucien pulled himself up on one elbow. There was some unfinished business
between them, and before he could fully put their past behind him, he needed the
answers to his questions.
"Would you allow me to ask you about Winsor Thorndyke?" he asked as
peacefully as though he'd asked for a cup of tea.
Serenity was taken aback by Lucien's question, but not in the least bit surprised.
She'd long ago determined that when he came to her with questions, she would answer
as truthfully as she could. "I am willing to answer any question you wish to ask."
"How long did you know him?
Serenity sat up and situated herself against the pillows. Lucien watched as she
collected her thoughts.
"I met him at a country assembly about six years ago. Winsor's estate, Chetwood
Manor, is not terribly far from my home, though I had honestly not known of its
existence. He asked me to dance, and we began to keep company from then on."
"He didn't know you were married?"
"He did, but I truthfully did not consider myself married in anything but name. I
thought myself bound to a man I didn't love, and worse, one I feared."
Lucien nodded.
"Winsor was an engaging man, and it did not take long before he kissed me.
When he did, I felt something I had never felt before." She looked at Lucien, whose jaw
tensed with each word.
"Are you sure you wish to hear this?"
"Yes. I need to hear it."
She nodded and continued. "When he kissed me he pulled me into his world. He
approved of me. I engaged in sexual acts with him I have only
enjoyed
with you. When I
was with him, I thought he must have been the most marvelous lover in the world, but
you have shown me there is so much more."
"Did he spank you? Is that where you acquired your need for it?"
"Yes, he did, but it was more playful than it is with us. He indoctrinated me, but
Lucien, you have given me what it is I really need."
"I don't want you saying that simply because you think I want to hear it."
"I wouldn't do that, no matter what the consequences. You have opened a world
to me I pray will always be there."
"Did you love him?"
"I won't lie to you, Lucien. I believe I did."
Lucien held his head high. "I gave you precious little to love in me, Serenity, and
I am glad you found someone who treated you as you deserved."
Serenity nodded, and her eyes filled with tears. "You cannot mean that, Lucien."
"Oh, but I do. I am grateful to him for tutoring you and treating you well. He did
treat you well, did he not?"
"Yes, he did, and he taught me sex could be enjoyable. But Lucien, it has been
you who has taught me that the true joy of marriage lies in our mutual pleasure. You
have answered every prayer I have ever had. While Winsor introduced me to the thrill
of being spanked, it has been you who gave it meaning."
Lucien pulled himself up to face her. He put his arm around her slender waist.
"You have given me a gift, Serenity. You have made me see how empty my life was
before you entered the club that night. You have given my life a purpose."
Lucien rolled over her, taking his weight upon his arms. His hands cupped either
side of her face as he gazed into her eyes. He knew she had no idea how important
she'd become to him, and if it took all night, she would know by the time the sun had
risen, for their marriage would be a real one, starting now.
His lips touched hers, tenderly at first and then with greater urgency. She
opened for him, and his tongue plunged in, lapping and tasting. She was his, in every
way God and man intended, only she had no idea of the extent of his love for her.
With a throbbing cock, he entered her quim, wishing to sink in deeply. The
feeling nearly undid him. Serenity raised her legs to rest around his waist, her heels
pulling him close. He groaned his approval as he slid himself home, the place he longed
to be above all others.
Her heat skittered across his nerve endings. He wanted to be closer to her,
though he couldn't be. Her tensing muscles embraced his shaft, a welcome like no other.
As he began to move, she met his every thrust. He took long, teasing strokes at first, but
soon he lost control and claimed what was his for a lifetime. Heart-slamming, soulrending, he plunged into her again and again. He gasped for air as he gave her all he
had. She wasn't left behind; she met each stroke with determination enough to wring all
there was out of him.
The sound of moist flesh and bodies slamming into each other filled the room, as
did their pungent musk. It seemed to intoxicate them both, for they became lost in the
conflagration their lovemaking became.
Lucien suddenly slowed and withdrew. "Get to your knees," he said, his voice
edged with desire.
With his help, she rose to her knees, her head resting on a pillow. His cool hand
rubbed her inflamed bottom and split her so he was able to tease her anus. She pushed
back against him, signaling approval. He found the scented oil and lubricated her
entrance, then entered her with two fingers.
"Wonderful . . . ."
Lucien's heart swelled fuller if possible, for he knew he'd found the one person
he was meant to love—that one person who knew who he really was and loved him
anyway.
He fucked her mercilessly with his fingers. "Do you want me inside you here,
darling?"
"Oh, yes." She pounded against his hand.
"Tell me how much you want me inside you," he whispered.
"I need you, Lucien. I need you more than I ever have."
Her hips arched at just the right angle when his arousal breached the rosebud
entrance. He stopped, allowing her to adjust, but she plunged back against his groin,
forcing his thickness into her, past the tight muscles she must have willed to relax and
into the warm depth of her arse. He reached underneath her and clamped onto her
breasts, holding her tightly.
When she screeched with pleasure and pain, Lucien smiled wickedly. He
pinched her nipples harshly and began to ride her. Again she met him, stroke for stroke,
slamming her buttocks against his groin. She seemed lost in this bit of heaven they had
created together, seeking the pleasure he implicitly promised. Her hand reached her
core before his did. Her lithe legs spread wide, and she frantically circled her clit.
Lucien stroked wildly, the muscles of his buttocks tensing and releasing. The muscles of
her passage clamped down hard on him as her body tensed in preparation for the
crashing climax that overtook her. She expelled a loud, keening moan from deep within
her. They came together in a tumult of passion.
Lucien cried her name over and over, unable to restrain himself. "I love you
Serenity, I love you."
He threw himself to her side and brought her down beside him, pressed against
his chest. He remained inside her, and his arms tightened around her boneless body.
"I love you, my darling wife."
"I love you too." She'd whispered it almost too softly for him to hear.
"Did you say what I think you said?"
She turned her head to face him. "I love you, Lucien." Her soft inflection washed
over him with warmth and surety.
"Do you? Do you really love me?"
"I do, with all my being. You are all I could have ever dreamed. You are
everything to me. You are my world."
Lucien grinned, the feeling of contentment seeping into every pore. "Well, I do
believe I shall have to rethink how I service my clients, don't you?"
"Would you have any objection to me taking care of Lady Foxworth? She might
just learn a thing or two about flirting with another woman's husband."
Lucien laughed, imagining the scene.
They lounged for some time, talking about the future their declarations of love
had opened up for them.
Aroused once again beyond explanation, Lucien rolled Serenity over onto her
stomach and slapped her bottom. "Not quite the color I'd like to see. Isn't it time I
spanked you again?"
With a flirtatious giggle, Serenity whispered, "In my dreams."
~The End~
About the Author
Brita Addams grew up in upstate New York but has lived in southern Louisiana for
many years. She is an avid reader, particularly of biographies and anything historical.
She loves to travel, which she and her husband do as often as they possibly can. From
her earliest school days, writing was always a part of her life, though while raising their
family, it just seemed to hum in the background. Now, with the encouragement of her
hero—her husband—and her children, she has been fortunate in being able to create the
stories she's always longed to write.
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