Serenity's Dream (13 page)

she would find what she wanted and needed most.

She wished to repeat that experience often and would tell him so, but she craved

the feel of the strap on her flanks, the initial burning and smarting of the leather against

her skin. She needed it as she needed the air she breathed.

Lucien stood across the room at a dresser. She couldn't see what he was doing,

but she wished he would hurry. He'd left her with so many promises for this night, and

she wished to have each one fulfilled as she knew only he could fulfill them. He came

toward her, but had his hand behind his back. The anticipation was overwhelming.

Without warning, his hand made contact with her right cheek. Relief flooded

through her. Then the left cheek received the same treatment, then two more to each

cheek, in rapid succession. Serenity kept her eyes closed, which allowed her to devote

all her attention to her arse. She wished to fully experience each blow, later on being

able to replay them, lest this never be repeated.

"Now, Serenity, I wish you to see what implement I have chosen for you."

Serenity opened her eyes and stared at a piece of leather about two feet long with a

wooden handle attached to one end. It looked to be possibly a half-inch thick

"Is this the kind of strap you had in mind, Serenity?"

"Yes, sir." Tears rimmed her eyes, hopefully conveying her overwhelming

gratitude.

"We must have a way of you letting me know if you have had enough. Simply

say 'stop', and I shall do so immediately. This is for you, my dear. You have requested

this, and I am happy to oblige. Until you say 'stop', I shall continue. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir. Please, strap me."

"Feel free to express yourself as you must. We are alone here. Let the feelings

build, but don't come. Do you understand?"

Serenity simply nodded, the anticipation getting the better of her.

Lucien first teased, running the strap over her warmed skin. It felt cool and

menacing. Suddenly, the strike came, causing her to close her eyes. She made an

incoherent sound in response, but managed to barely move. Lucien followed it with

two more in a row, each covering both cheeks at once. Then he rubbed her and repeated

the process over and over. She was in thrall. She'd passed through the first painful

strikes and enjoyed the combination of forceful attention and tender ministrations.

She'd felt the building of several orgasms but had suppressed them, intending to heed

Lucien's warning.

Her capacity for endurance surprised her, but as much as she wanted what she

knew was coming next, she dreaded the cession of the strapping. As it continued, she

began to verbalize at each blow, joyful tears streaming down her face. Finally, she

decided to cry 'stop,' and Lucien, true to his word, stopped in mid-swing.

Immediately, he rubbed her bright red posterior and then surprised her by

kissing the redness. "You are a brave girl, Serenity."

His praise meant everything to her. Her heart swelled with pride at her

accomplishment.

He released her from the restraints. "Stay there. I wish to fuck you just as you

are."

Serenity nodded, grateful she did not have to move. She knew her legs wouldn't

support her weight at that moment. She heard the rustling of fabric. She could only

imagine Lucien disrobing. She rested her eyes until she felt his hand on the phallus. He

stroked her again with it, twisting slightly as he thrust it in and out, over and over. His

other hand touched her mons, causing her to wiggle toward the touch, hoping to be

rewarded with the climax she so desperately needed.

He didn't allow his touch to linger. She couldn't hide the disappointment.

Lucien chuckled. "You are getting ahead of yourself, my dear. You won't come

until I say you can, remember?"

"Yes, sir, but please . . . ."

"Please what? Do you want me, Serenity? Tell me what you want."

"I want you, sir."

"How do you want me?"

"I want you in my . . . ."

"Say it, Serenity."

Heat pooled between her legs. "I want your cock in my arse, please, sir. Please."

Lucien patted her bottom affectionately. "You shall be rewarded, my dear."

Lucien pulled the phallus from her body, inserted two fingers and then three in its

place. He poured oil over her anus and worked it inside her with his fingers.

Serenity moaned with each movement, her body rising to meet his touch. "Oh,

that's so good."

Lucien took his time, relaxing and calming her, making her aware only of him

and his hands.

Serenity lay comfortably on the punishment bench, concentrating on Lucien,

who stood behind her. His hands busily worked her anus, amazing her with how

wonderful it felt.

He slid his fingers in and out, while he rubbed her bottom and spoke soft,

encouraging words. "That's the way, my dear. I'm proud of you. How are you feeling?"

"Wonderful . . . ."

She panted as his fingers fucked her arse, stretching her in preparation for his

cock. "Now, sir, please, I want you inside me. Please." She so desperately wanted this.

"All right, sweeting, now you must relax. If you do, it will go easier."

"I am doing my best, but I am anxious."

"I know, but we must take it slowly. I don't want to hurt you."

"You never would," she murmured, almost to herself.

He rubbed his hands down her back and onto her buttocks. Then he put the head

of his cock at her entrance. She moaned loudly and pushed her bottom back for closer

contact.

"Open for me, Serenity." He brought her hands back and placed them on her

buttocks. "That's it, dear. Hold yourself open for me." Holding her hips in his hands, he

pushed the lubricated head of his cock through the tight pucker and held fast as she

absorbed the shock of his much larger penis.

Serenity sucked in a deep breath and tensed.

"No, you must relax. It will hurt more if you tense your muscles." He kneaded

her buttocks as he slowly pushed forward. "That's it. Take nice deep breaths. I won't do

anything you don't expect."

She was soothed by his voice, low, sensual, and drawling. "Is it supposed to burn

so?" She wanted to stop but refused to give up. Thoughts raced around her head.

Elation, pain, and the promise of pleasure battled for her attention.

"It does, I know, but it shall ease, I promise, just as it did with the phallus."

Serenity nodded and continued to breathe deeply. As the burning eased, she felt

an intense fullness and a pressure she'd never experienced, even with the phalluses. As

she forced herself into a state of calm, she began to push back into him.

"That's it. You determine how I move."

Being careful, she steadily moved into him, sucking air through her teeth but not

letting anything deter her. Inch by delicious inch, he sank into her, until she felt his wiry

pubic hair abrade her raw arse.

He leaned forward and kissed her back. "That was amazing, my dear. How are

you feeling?"

"I feel quite full, and it is glorious. Please, please move."

Lucien began to stroke slowly forward and then pull back, just leaving the head

inside her. His graceful glides forward and back made her delirious as he hilted himself

again and again.

Serenity groaned in ecstasy, "Oh, yes, Lucien, yes."

Lucien reached between her legs and found her clitoris. With deft fingers, he

circled her precious nub. "Come for me, my girl. Come loudly. Let me know how much

you like this."

"Lucien!" A tide of warmth washed over her, sending her over a precipice as

never before.

Lucien held fast. She writhed and bucked against him, but he continued to move

in and out until her body eased. The tiny muscles of her arse tightened about his needy

member, urging him to join her. His pace increased, and he slammed into her over and

over, stroking himself with the help of her clinging grasp. The bench creaked under the

strain. Only then did he allow himself to release his seed deep inside her bottom, and he

rode her in a sexual frenzy. When he'd jerked and bucked his last, he collapsed upon

her, holding her tightly and whispering soothing words of praise.

"Oh, Lucien."

"Are you well?"

"Oh, my yes."

Lucien lifted himself from atop her and stood. He reached for her, raising her to

her feet, and led her to the bed. He settled her gently, solicitous of her discomfort. He

got into the bed beside her and held her close. "You are amazing," he told her. "Simply

amazing."

Chapter Twelve

In the ballroom, aptly named 'The Gates of Heaven and Hell', one could always

find something interesting to see or do. The perimeter of the room held smaller alcoves

curtained off with filmy, gossamer-thin fabric hung from the enormous Corinthian

columns. The spaces contained plush cushions, mattresses, and chaises. The occupants

of the spaces could request any apparatus and implements they desired for their

particular tableau.

In the middle of the room, the fountain flowed over three nude women standing

in the large pool, arms upraised as if they held the fountain aloft. They did not move

from their appointed positions, making their delectable, creamy bottoms provocatively

available to the revelers. Serenity had to wonder how they managed to hold their pose

for so long, and could only marvel at their fortitude.

The fountain was surrounded by a large metal circle, which was suspended from

the two-story dome. Hundreds of candles sat along the metal railing, illuminating the

fountain and women with a golden glow. It was a stunning representation.

Music wafted over the assemblage from the gallery, where comfortable seats

enabled viewers to look upon the entire room. All participants wore togas or nothing at

all. As Lucien had promised, human sculptures filled the large niches in the wall, all

aroused, some tending to themselves, others to their partners.

As Lucien and Serenity entered the room, Lady Foxworth, on the arm of Prentice

Hyde, approached Lucien, causing Serenity to tense at the sight of the woman.

"Luce, darling, I have our room reserved. Prentice here has agreed to join us. I

had nearly given up hope you would even
come
this evening." She winked and laughed

at her attempted pun.

Serenity huffed loudly, showing her displeasure.

Lucien smiled. "I am sorry, Amelie, but we are not participating tonight. Though

I have no doubt Prentice will fulfill your every need."

Turning her attention to Serenity, Amelie said with vinegar in her voice, "You

have quite ruined my fun, Mrs. Damrill."

"I am so sorry, my lady." Serenity's words came out sounding far less than

sincere.

Lucien raised an eyebrow and shrugged at her ladyship. "I am sure you will find

an eager replacement. If not Prentice, then perhaps Haynes wouldn't mind taking my

part. Enjoy yourselves." He placed his hand on the small of Serenity's back and guided

her away from the pouting Lady Foxworth.

He guided her through the room, greeting those present, explaining again and

again that he would not be participating, since this was Serenity's first tableau night,

and they were simply to observe.

"We should make our way to the gallery," Lucien whispered. "The fun shall be

starting soon."

Serenity nodded and followed him to the stairs leading to their seats for the

evening. The white stone gallery bulged with patrons, as usual on most tableau nights.

New members had to be sponsored by current ones, and the tableaus were often their

first introduction to the club's activities.

The strains of Beethoven wafted over the room, while the scent of roses

permeated the senses. Those milling about were busily pinching arses of the willing

young women and indiscriminately touching the cocks of the nude males in the niches

as well as those of the members still trying to find a tableau.

The Sapphire Club boasted a membership of society, gentry and trade, all wellheeled and of varied sexual appetites. Lucien accepted members from all classes, feeling

that when naked, most people look relatively alike. Each member paid a steep annual

membership fee, which secured the discretion of all members who might observe the

goings-on. To Lucien's knowledge, not a single club secret had ever been made public.

"Oh, my, Lucien, is that Lady Croft?" Serenity looked down upon the depravity

unfolding below them.

"Why, yes it is. Why do you ask?"

"Is it true she once caught the eye of Lord Byron?"

"So I have heard, but then she was one of many. She has become the mistress of

Lord Argyll, and they are both members of the club. He particularly enjoys the tableaus,

especially when they are joined by Lady Foxworth."

Serenity's eyes went wide with amusement.

Hampton, Lucien's humorless aged butler, walked to the center of the room and

began to speak. He set down a litany of rules and finished with " . . . and let the games

begin." The room erupted into organized chaos. It appeared rather magnificent, really,

what with partners going to their various rooms and immediately getting into their

prearranged positions.

Serenity gaped as she saw aging Lord Beaton with a young woman half his age.

His rotund belly jiggled as he rutted his very willing partner.