Seducing the Master (An Erotic Historical in the Red Chrysanthemum Series) (32 page)

It was also, there upon that bed,
where her deformity had been revealed. Inwardly, she winced.
Doubtlessly, he had never seen anything so hideous. As much as she
had desired him before, at that moment, she had wanted him gone
with every fiber of her being, gone before he ran from her as one
might flee from the presence of a leper.

Only he had not fled. That most
unsightly part of her had not dampened his desires. He had taken
her there in the alley as if she was still beautiful, unmarred by
ugliness. For that, she was grateful. She hoped it was not pity
that moved him. He had thrust into her with too much passion for
her to think that pity alone compelled him. Surely he would not
have don so if he found her merely
tolerable,
if he disdained her
blackness. She would know better when he fucked her
again.

Terrell undressed Miss Katherine
to her shift and decided to do the same for herself. She could not
resist a little envy upon seeing the contrast between the two
shifts. Though both undergarments were simple, with similar shapes,
Miss Katherine’s was white as snow and the hem edged with small
lace.

“
We ought assume the proper
position of greeting when they come,” Terrell said. “I think to
request the flogger tonight. Do you trust that Master Gallant will
use it gently with you?”

The viscountess bit her lip but nodded.

“
But first, we will place his
lordship in a proper frenzy. Will you allow me to touch
you?”

“
If you must.”

They knelt upon the floor. Terrell
untied the drawstring at Miss Katherine’s décolletage and arranged
a single curl of hair to rest upon a breast.

Hearing footsteps, the women placed their hands
behind their heads. Terrell kept her gaze dutifully downcast, but
she knew the sight of them had had an impact when the door opened
and the tread of the men stopped upon the threshold.

After the pause, Master Gallant entered first. “Well
done, Miss Katherine, Miss Terrell.”

“
Thank you, Master,” Terrell
replied.

“
Thank you,” Miss Katherine
echoed.

“
Permission to speak,
Master.”

“
Granted,” Gallant replied after a
brief silence.

“
Will his lordship take a seat? We
wish him to sit and enjoy the lesson.”

“
I mean to participate in the
lesson,” Wendlesson replied.

“
Of course. I am certain your
lordship will not be able to resist rising from your chair for
long.”

“
Do you mean to challenge
me?”

“
I promise you will like what you
see.”

Wendlesson looked to Gallant, who
said, “It would seem Miss Terrell has designs for us. I’ve not
known Miss Terrell to disappoint.”

Terrell believed he spoke as much
to her as to Wendlesson.

“
Very well,” the viscount
relented. Flaring the tails of his coat, he took a seat in the
chair.

“
Permission to rise,” Terrell
requested.

“
Granted,” Gallant
said.

Rising, she assisted Miss Katherine to her feet.

“
May I continue?” she asked of
Gallant.

He nodded. She went to the
sideboard and retrieved a red scarf. After guiding Miss Katherine
to stand before one of the bedposts at the foot of the bed, Terrell
raised the woman’s slender alabaster arms and tied the wrists to
the bedpost above her head. Wendlesson grunted in
approval.

“
I will now worship your body with
caresses,” Terrell told her. Leaning toward Miss Katherine’s ear,
she whispered, “And observe his desire for you burning in his
eyes.”

Kneeling upon the bed behind Miss Katherine, Terrell
brushed the back of her hand down the length of one of Miss
Katherine’s arm. Miss Katherine shivered. Terrell swept her fingers
lightly across the collarbone before dropping her hand below the
décolletage to grasp a breast. Her other hand embraced Miss
Katherine about the midsection before cupping the hip and traveling
down the side of the thigh. Both men watched with fixed gazes.

Terrell slid from the bed and
knelt upon the floor before Miss Katherine. Her hands traversed
Miss Katherine, gently manhandling the breasts through her shift,
grasping waist, hips and thighs. With echoes of their first lesson
together, she slid her hands beneath the shift and caressed the
legs. Miss Katherine emitted a soft moan, and then a gasp when
Terrell nestled her thumb at the bud of sensitivity hiding between
the folds. Terrell stroked the nub softly. Miss Katherine was quick
to respond, her breath soon growing uneven. Behind her, Terrell
heard Wendlesson shift in his chair.

After fondling Miss Katherine till she panted and
moisture began to collect between her thighs, Terrell reached both
hands to the lace-trimmed hem of the shift and slowly pushed the
fabric up the pair of slim white legs, past the hips, and to the
waist.

She glanced up to see Miss
Katherine stared at her husband. Terrell would have liked to have
seen his expression, and that of Master Gallant as well. She
remembered well his response to her previous efforts.

Wanting to hear his voice, she asked, “May I taste
her, Master Gallant?”

“
You may.”

Wendlesson added, “By all
means.”

Terrell parted the legs and
reached her tongue between them. Miss Katherine gasped, then
quivered against the bedpost as Terrell applied herself in earnest.
Miss Katherine must have bathed recently, for she had the scent of
soap mixed with the musk of her womanhood. Terrell flicked and
swirled her tongue. The viscountess moaned. Her legs tensed as the
fondling intensified. With her fingers, Terrell parted the folds to
allow the swollen nub greater emergence.

“
May she spend?” Terrell asked
between licks.

“
Do you wish to spend, my dear?”
Wendlesson asked of his wife.

“
If it pleases you,” Miss
Katherine answered.

“
It would, but you must ask it for
yourself.”

“
May I spend?”

“
May I
spend,
Master.
”

“
Not yet, but Miss Terrell is to
continue her efforts nonetheless.”

Still nuzzled between her thighs,
Terrell, her nose tickled by the soft down above, did as bid, but
when she sensed Miss Katherine nearing her edge, she
slowed.

“
No, no, Miss Terrell,” Wendlesson
cautioned. “Only your best effort will do. Anything less will earn
you a sound punishment.”

“
M-May I spend,
Master?”

“
If Miss Terrell applies herself
with proper industry.”

She pressed her tongue and lips to Miss Katherine,
who gave a little cry and strained against the bedpost.

“
Ah! Ah!” Miss Katherine
gasped.

Within minutes, she began to shudder as her body
succumbed to pleasure’s paroxysm. Her hips bucked and her cunnie
momentarily muffled Terrell, who stayed where she was till the
climax faded and Miss Katherine slumped against the bedpost with a
satisfied sigh.

Terrell dropped the hem of the shift and observed
the serenity upon Miss Katherine’s flushed features. She took some
pride in having brought Miss Katherine to this point. She hoped
Master Gallant would be satisfied, too.

“
I did not grant permission to
spend.”

Miss Katherine’s lashes, which had come to rest upon
her cheeks, flew up. “Wh-What?”

Terrell, too, turned toward his lordship.

“
I did not grant permission to
spend,” he repeated as he rose from his chair. “And now you will
have to pay the price of your insubordination. Master Gallant, a
flogger, if you will.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

C
harles looked to the
viscount and saw the man did not jest. He did not agree with
Wendlesson. The man had made a statement that implied permission
had been granted, and from the reactions upon the women, they had
assumed as much. If he did not so intend, he should have been more
explicit.

Looking to Miss Katherine, Charles
saw the whites of her eyes surrounding the iris. He waited for
Wendlesson to soften his words. By God, did the man not see the
alarm in his wife?

Before he could address the
viscount, however, Miss Terrell had risen to her feet.

“
I will take her punishment, if
you please,” she said. “I failed to understand your
intentions.”

Wendlesson shook his head. “That
will not serve. She will not learn.”

“
Perhaps a demonstration
then.”

“
Yes,” Charles interjected before
Wendlesson accepted. “I will demonstrate upon Miss Terrell what may
be expected. Your lordship will then execute the same for Miss
Katherine.”

Moving quickly before anyone could
object, he went to the sideboard and pulled out the other red
scarf. In another drawer, he found a short and simple flogger with
about twenty wide straps of soft leather. The man who mutilated
Miss Terrell’s back would not have used so simple a flogger.
Charles shuddered to think what manner of flogger the monster might
have employed.

“
Miss Terrell,” he said when he
had returned to the foot of the bed, standing at the corner
opposite Miss Katherine. After removing his coat, he tucked the
flogger beneath an arm and stretched out the scarf in his
hands.

She knew what he required without further word or
gesture and went to him. He gazed up at the bedpost where he would
tie her wrists. She stood before the post and raised her arms.
Perhaps she would make a good submissive. With the scarf, he bound
her wrists to the bedpost and stood back to admire the two women
adorning the bed like figureheads of a ship’s bow.

His blood, heated by the sight of Miss Terrell upon
her knees servicing Miss Katherine, swirled in his groin. He was
reminded of how her mouth had felt upon his own body. He wanted
nothing more than to apply the flogger to her supple curves, but
taking the implement in hand, he hesitated.

“
Can you tolerate the flogger,
Miss Terrell?”

She looked slightly insulted. “I can tolerate
anything you wish to bestow, Master Gallant.”

He would have thought such a
statement mere exaggeration, but, given what she had suffered, he
believed her. Nevertheless, he reminded her, “Your safety word is
‘obedience.’”

She appeared to swallow what impudent retort may
have been on the tip of her tongue, saying instead, “Yes,
Master.”

“
And yours, Miss
Katherine?”

“
Jean,” the viscountess
replied.

“
Good.”

He took a step toward Miss Terrell and stood much
closer to her than he intended. She met his gaze, her eyes bright
with anticipation. A dutiful submissive would have kept her eyes
downcast, but he liked to observe the emotions that went through
them.

“
Are you wet, Miss Terrell?” he
asked, his voice growing husky at the thought.

Unable to keep her impishness at bay, she replied,
“Will my Master not see for himself?”

A rising tide of heat waved through his body. He
would have liked nothing better, but it was wiser not to. With her
hands tied to the bedpost, however, she could not lift her own
shift.

He presented the flogger to her mouth. “Hold
this.”

She parted her lips and he fit the
handle of the flogger between her teeth. If not for the presence of
the Wendlessons, he might have been tempted to claim her mouth
first. But she did look lovely with the handle of the flogger
between her lips. He wanted to stand even closer to her but feared
her intoxicating scent would arouse him too much, though he was
glad she had not donned the perfume of last night.

With one hand, he gathered her shift slowly till the
hem reached her thigh. He sensed the unevenness of her breath and
marveled at how her eyes sparkled with desire. Slipping his hand
beneath the shift, he reached between her legs to where he had
ventured not four and twenty hours ago. His fingers brushed against
the thick curls at her pelvis before finding that sweet target. She
made a small gasp when his digits slid against the moisture there,
and his own breath hitched. He grazed the nub of flesh between the
folds, and she nearly dropped the flogger.

His hand wanted to stay, wanted to stroke her till
she spent, but the blood pounded too heavily in his head
already.

With his free hand, he relieved her of the flogger.
Slowly, he withdrew his other hand from its paradise. His cock
stretched against his trousers as he noted how his fingers
glistened with her arousal. He brought them to her lips and she
took them into her mouth immediately, swirling her tongue about the
digits, sucking them, tasting herself. The sensation upon his
fingers was provocative enough. Imagining the same upon his cock
made his legs weaken.

From the corner of his eyes, he
beheld the widened stares of Miss Katherine and Lord Wendlesson. He
need not worry of the arousal of the latter, but he hoped to keep
Miss Katherine titillated. He curled his fingers upon Miss
Terrell’s tongue and grazed the inside of a cheek. She moaned and
sucked harder. As if it were the recipient, his erection
lengthened. He sawed his fingers in and out of her mouth in the
motion his cock would have desired.