Serenity's Dream (9 page)

him dry, if you have no objection."

Lucien found Haynes just outside the door. He explained to the footman what

the situation was. The young man of seven and twenty had no objection to servicing the

lovely Lady Foxworth, much to Lucien's relief.

"I will see you next week, my lady," Lucien said as he kissed her hand and bolted

for the door. He was intent on seducing his wife.

* * * * *

Lucien entered her bedchamber quietly through the connecting door. However,

there was no need to be so careful, for Serenity was wide-awake. She reclined on a gold

settee in front of the fireplace, sipping what Lucien assumed was Madeira. She looked

up when the door opened, but quickly turned her head when she saw it was him.

"It is part of my obligation to the club, Serenity."

"I realize that, Lucien. I am sorry I made such a fuss. Are you through?"

"Yes, I am, for now."

"I see. Is Lady Foxworth
satisfied
?"

"As we speak, she is being fucked brainless by Haynes. She will be more than

satisfied quite soon."

"Haynes, the footman?"

"The same."

"Does that often happen here?"

"I requested it happen tonight, and neither Haynes nor her ladyship objected."

"Why did you do such a thing? If it was because of me, you should have gone

ahead."

Lucien walked toward her with purpose. Looming over her, he took her hand

and lifted her from the settee, drawing her into his arms. He lowered his head and

kissed her as a lover would.

Tonight he wanted to seek comfort in wife's arms. She hadn't any particular

fondness for him, or him for her, but they shared a home and a bed, and at this

moment, he wanted what was available to him. He wanted a normal sexual encounter

with his wife.

Serenity was dressed in a diaphanous white silk night rail. It made her look ever

so innocent and appealing. Her brown hair was plaited and hung down her back. She

smelled of roses and musk, the universal scent of mating.

"I want you, wife," Lucien growled as he hungrily took her mouth again.

Serenity melted against him as he hoisted her into his arms and carried her to the

large bed, its four posts draped in warm, welcoming dark green velvet, trimmed in gold

fringe. The counterpane matched, giving the bed a sumptuous look and feel. The covers

were turned down, allowing Lucien to deposit his wife on the crisp, clean white sheets.

She looked positively virginal.

He joined her on the bed and kissed her once again, claiming her mouth with no

intention of being gentle. He probed her mouth with his tongue, devouring her as his

hands drifted to her breasts, her nipples firm in her own arousal. She responded in

kind, her tongue sensually swirling around his, her hands skimming over his clothed

body.

Lucien's mouth found one of those nipples, and he suckled her through her

gown. He held the breast to his mouth and fed on her as though in desperation. Not

neglecting the other, he did the same there, her squeals of excitement spurring him on.

He took the gown in both hands and ripped it straight down the front, baring her to his

sight. He went back to his mammary feast, determined she would be raw when he

finished.

Her hands glided up and down his back. In a frenzy she unbuttoned his

waistcoat. "I want to feel your skin." Her delicate fingers traced his set square jaw and

the slight wrinkles around his eyes.

Lucien's body moved lower on hers. He kissed the flat plane of her stomach, her

navel, her bare mons. He admired her, sliding his thumbs into her feminine folds,

splitting her.

She lifted her bottom and whispered, "Oh, yes."

Dipping his head, he licked her. She jumped at his touch.

"Shh." His tongue lashed out over her distended clit. Her legs came over his

shoulders, seemingly of their own volition. She snuggled in tight to him. Lucien

growled his approval as he lapped at her, reveling in her moans of delight. As his hands

cupped her warm bottom she writhed beneath him. He held on tightly, pleasuring her

as he suspected no man had ever done before, and laid claim to what was his with

complete abandon.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, drawing on it until she tensed, her heels

digging into his back. She expelled a needy whimper; her body shook. Her climax

seemed bone shattering, her cries loud, reverberating off the walls. She trembled, her

legs holding him to the task. He continued to suckle her until she placed her hand on

his cheek and pled for him to stop. He laughed, a rumbling deep in his chest. He'd

scored a victory, and it felt wonderful.

He crept up the length of her body, capturing her mouth once again. "Do you

taste yourself on my lips, Serenity? You are delicious."

She nodded and licked his lips hungrily. At this moment, he felt as though he

could devour her or die in the attempt. His dark eyes watched her as she accepted his

punishing kiss. Then he got off the bed and began to disrobe, his intense gaze never

leaving her.

Chapter Eight

Serenity watched as Lucien stepped off the bed and began to remove his

clothing. Her breath hitched as he discarded his neckcloth, and his shirt fell open,

revealing his strong neck and a hint of dark, wiry hair. Her throat jolted as she

swallowed hard, his gaze discomposing her. His strong arms made short work of his

waistcoat, and in one languid motion, his shirt was gone as well, revealing his beautiful

broad chest. On a whim, she lifted her leg and placed her foot against his belly.

He stood in his exquisitely tight fawn breeches, his erection outlined

prominently. Lucien jutted his hips forward and cupped himself. "Do you want this?"

Serenity could only nod, mesmerized by this crudity.

"Come and get it."

She crawled to the edge of the bed and reached for him. Her shaking palm

touched him, and she felt the pulse of his throbbing erection as she undid the buttons.

She released the last button from its mooring and lowered his breeches over his hips,

revealing his magnificent nakedness.

Serenity's knees grew weak, forcing her to seek the steadying strength of the

bedstead. Her quim wept as she trembled with anticipation at seeing his body. She

wanted to again experience his virility, his sheer masculinity.

"You are beautiful," she said as she admired his glorious cock. It jutted straight

up from the nest of curly, black hair at the juncture of his legs. Serenity had never

suspected the sizes of men's cocks varied. Winsor's had been adequate, but Lucien's was

exquisite. Its girth was frightening. It was possessed of large purple veins. Lucien took

himself in hand and stroked, a sexually intoxicated look upon his face.

"Do you want this?" he asked again, in a deep, sensual rumble.

Serenity's tongue jutted out of her mouth as she licked her lips. "Oh, yes."

"Lie down."

She did as she was told. He had something in his hand, and without saying a

word, he inserted it deep inside her. "It is a sponge steeped in brandy, to prevent my

seed from taking hold."

Serenity nodded and smiled. "Thank you."

Lucien crawled back onto the bed, kissing her all over, lingering nowhere for

very long. Serenity's hands were all over him, reveling in the feel of his wiry hair and

the velvety texture of his heated skin. She touched his cock, earning a loud, approving

groan.

He entered her with a slow glide that teased them both. He had powerful control

over himself, something he'd learned many years before in India. He could fuck for

hours and never release his seed. He wished to do that tonight, for he was intent on

making love to his wife, though he knew there was no love involved. It was pure lust,

but that was enough to give them a night they would never forget.

Serenity raised her hips, but when she did, he backed away.

"You are much too impatient," he whispered in her ear. "We must work on that."

He squeezed her punished buttock, showing her that he was in control.

"Please, Lucien."

He inched in a bit farther, not giving her nearly what she wanted. He rocked and

teased, trying to keep her from moving. He would do this his way.

Another inch and her eyes rolled back in her head, the pleasure on her face

unmistakable. Without warning, he fully seated himself with a groan. Then he began to

move, withdrawing completely, gliding back into her, over and over again, his arousal

kissing her womb.

Her muscles clenched in welcome. He closed his eyes. "You feel so amazing."

"I want you, Lucien. Your cock feels like it is splitting me in two, and I love it."

As he developed a rhythm, slow and then fast, she responded by meeting him

stroke for stroke, her hips rising and falling in time with his. He placed both of his

hands on her face, and her lusty gaze penetrated his very soul. He encouraged her to

break with her body and go with him on this magical journey. Just as his hard mouth

touched pliant lips, she shattered, shouting her pleasure without regard for who might

hear. The tension of her body encouraged his own voracious physical hunger to

overtake him.

Waves of delight washed over him. She writhed beneath him and dug her

fingernails into his skin, seeking something that seemed to elude her. Together they

rode it out, amid their shouts of joy and completion. A powerful, crashing release took

him and left him shaken. His aftershocks were as powerful as any he'd ever had, and he

found himself weakened by the emotion that accompanied them.

"Never before," he whispered. "Never before."

In the following silence, Lucien realized, despite what his mind was telling him

about Serenity, that he needed her. And his cock had rarely led him astray.

* * * * *

They lay quietly in each other's arms for a long time. Serenity didn't want to

move lest the spell be broken.

Lucien moved first, just slightly. "Are you sleeping?"

"No." She hadn't wanted to, for she was thinking, marveling at the wonderful

sexual connection they had achieved. Though this man was a stranger to her, she

realized she wished to know him better. She wanted to understand what made him

who he was.

"We need to talk," he said, his voice rich and deep.

"Yes," she agreed, knowing what was coming though wishing to keep it at bay.

Lucien rolled over and propped himself on one elbow. With his other hand, he

lifted her chin, which she'd lowered to avoid his eyes.

"Look at me."

She did as he asked. "Did you really expect to come back and find I had waited

with bated breath for you all these years?"

"No."

"Then what was that little display this evening?"

"I am sorry, Lucien, truly I am."

"I should have explained to you more about my role here."

"Please do. I wish to understand."

"I have private clients, such as Lady Foxworth. They come to me for a variety of

reasons. She comes every Thursday for a punishment session. I have never asked her

why, and she has never told me. The harsher I am with her, the more she craves. She is

insatiable. Afterwards, she requires a good fucking, and she isn't particularly interested

in who does it."

"Do you fuck her?"

"I have more times than not."

"But you didn't tonight. Why?"

"I wanted to set things right with you first. I need to make you understand the

way of it."

Serenity's smile in itself apologized for her earlier behavior. "I don't know what

came over me. I would like to ask something of you."

"Oh?"

"I would like to become a member of the club. You could teach me and I could

participate in some of the activities. Would you mind that?"

Lucien's jaw visibly clenched. He jumped out of bed and began pacing.

"Absolutely not, I won't allow it. I cannot do what I must do and worry about

you at the same time."

"Why would you worry about me?"

"Serenity, this is a sex club. Things get out of hand here sometimes. We serve

drinks, and men tend to get more aggressive when they are foxed."

"But you have footmen in attendance, you said so yourself."

"I won't have you subjected to our members' more unsavory tendencies."

"What if I decide I wish to participate in the same types of things you do?"

"My answer is no. If you wish to be at my side while we are in the club, fine, but I

won't have you wandering about alone."

She pouted, but his final word was law. She wouldn't argue further, at least for

now.

"Please, come back to bed. I don't wish to argue about this. I rather enjoyed your

attentions."

Lucien smiled lustily and dove back into bed. There were many hours left to this

night.

* * * * *

The following Thursday, when Lucien met with Lady Foxworth, Serenity sat in

the corner of the room and watched. It was an amazing experience, but far too harsh for

her tastes. She noted Lucien seemed dispassionate as he put Lady Foxworth through the

various stages of her thrashing. The woman, who wasn't young, was amazing in that

she took so much punishment and never seemed to feel a thing. She'd cried, but there'd

been no tears.

Serenity had carefully asked questions about the lady and learned she was lonely