Chapter 2 #2
Before her was a mask. Not just any mask: a stag mask with papier-maché antlers of the sort worn by the Grand Bucks.
Lucy had never entered the inner sanctum of the Grand Bucks, a group of elite men who came together to wear nothing but masks and share one woman at a time. But when she’d heard Julia, Duchess of Astwell, talk about the experience of being fucked all night by the Bucks, Lucy had been jealous.
Jealous and wet. Would a man react the same way? Would he be jealous if he saw a woman — his woman — passed around by these virile, anonymous stags? Was she even important enough for him to care?
Adam hooked his chin over her shoulder. “That, you can’t take.”
But what if I can? she thought, imagining a crowd of men using her body.
“You know what that mask is?”
“You must be one of the Grand Bucks. Did you fuck my mistress when she went to them?” asked Lucy. She’d seen him pleasure Julia at the Astwell townhouse, but she’d never considered that he might have already secretly taken her before that night.
“A Buck never tells,” he said with an enigmatic smile.
“What’s next to it?” she asked, touching the metal contraption displayed on a bed of that ultramarine velvet he liked so much.
He brought his big hand to the front of her waist. It was warm and settled just over where his baby was growing. Lucy’s breasts were heavy.
“A medieval chastity device,” he said. “Had to have such a novelty for my collection. And you know what those glass objects are. Dilettos. I bought a set after seeing you use them so beautifully on the duchess. Do you take them so well, too?”
She felt him smile against her cheek, that midafternoon stubble scraping her skin pleasantly.
He wore the faintest of scents, so she could smell that hint of his own musk and sweat from when he’d rowed them across the Serpentine.
Her entire stomach rearranged itself suddenly, as if to make way for its master’s cock.
Lucy wanted him. She’d never stopped, despite her fury at his mistake.
“I think about your pudgy little cunt all the time, Luce,” he breathed into her ear. “I need you.”
Her knees felt soft, and she gripped the cupboard shelf to steady herself.
“That’s right, bend over for me,” he said, stroking her corseted waist.
“I’m not letting you fuck me again,” she bit out, but the breathiness in her voice gave her arousal away. She was furious that he’d turned her will like a crank yet again, and here she was, wound up. At least this time, they had the sense to tryst inside of a closet.
“I’ll take you however I can get you, love.”
Lucy wished he’d insist and cajole until she had no choice but to give in to his seduction, but Adam simply held her from behind as she took in the sight of his sexual trophies.
“You want me to push one of these false cocks into your soft little cunny?” he asked, using his chin to point to the collection of dilettos in a line.
Of course she did. Her whole quim felt swollen and wet, and she feared that a single stroke against her nub would send her breaking. She wanted this unwanted attraction to break.
“A glass dildo. Not your cock,” she said sternly.
“Of course, love. Now, which were you thinking?”
Lucy took in the array and her cunny clenched at the thought of one pushing inside of where she was so hot and needy.
“Biggest,” she said, her grip hard on the shelf.
Adam trailed his fingers over the enormous glass shaft while moving his hand up to her bodice. “Your bubbies sure do look nice these days, Luce.”
Yes, they did, and it was all because she was currently making his baby.
“New underthings,” she gasped. “Thank you for sending the package, by the way.”
Adam’s hand kept moving down the row of dilettos.
“I’ve got another package for you, should you wish to open it,” he said, pressing his bulging cock against her drawers.
When had he lifted her skirts? He was impossible!
And so irresistible when he decided he wanted something.
Right now, he wanted Lucy’s cunny, and she was nearly frantic for want of something inside her channel.
And enraged that she was willingly letting him take her again, even if he didn’t get to feel her body reacting to him.
He grabbed the second smallest dildo from the row and brought it in front of her face.
“How about you get the head wet, Luce? Make it slide real nice.”
Lucy leaned forward and took the entire head in her mouth, wetting and tonguing the glass as if it was a cock. Perhaps Adam would see her lavishing it with attention and feel some remorse for how he’d treated her.
“Fuck, my girl, save some for me,” he said, gently drawing the phallus from her mouth. “Are you ready to take it?”
“That small thing?”
Adam chuckled and helped Lucy lean forward, her head resting atop her hands where they gripped the shelf.
“If I take down your underthings, I’ll make a mess of my trousers,” he said. “Thankfully, you have this lovely little slit in your drawers leading to your own slit.”
She felt him using his fingers to delve into the fabric. “You’ve got your new silk knickers wet,” he rasped.
Lucy puffed up. “I did not!” she said, horrified that he suggested she’d had an accident.
“Not like that,” said Adam, chuckling. “Your little puss is getting wet. Shall I touch it and show you?”
She wanted to scream. Both for want of his hands on her cunny and at herself for falling under his spell again. “Do it,” she spit out.
Adam trailed just a finger along her seam, letting them both feel how slick she was from a few words and a bit of touching.
“How’s your little nub been, love? Has she been wanting me?”
He didn’t move to part her lips and slide deeper inside, just slowly petted his fingers through that seam, letting her feel him make incidental contact with her inner lips and bump until her legs shook.
“Adam, you’re cruel,” she sighed.
“I am, aren’t I?” he said with a laugh.
“Give me the diletto,” she said.
“Only if you grant me a boon. In the future.”
“I’m not letting you fuck me,” she said sternly.
“Not that. Something I haven’t decided.”
“Just do it!” she cried.
“Then you agree to my terms?”
“Adam!”
He slid the head of the glass cock between her wet cunny lips and let it run over her nub until she could not form words. She was so close.
And then he pulled the glass shaft back and notched it to her entrance and slowly — ever so slowly — pressed it inside.
She was spasming. It was happening too fast!
She wanted to enjoy her orgasm, and she was instantly shaking with brief tremors of pleasure as the diletto opened her up and filled her just enough to unleash it.
“Fuck, Lucy, you’ve got this thing slick with your juices. What I wouldn’t give to shove my fingers in and feel that fat little rabbit from the inside.”
“A boon,” she gasped, looking at that mask and medieval device contemplatively. Julia, her mistress, had once used a boon to change her life; perhaps the same might happen for Lucy. “You’ll owe me a boon if I let you feel it.”
“Fuck, Luce,” he said, pulling the diletto from her hole and tossing it on the shelf. He ripped off the cufflink securing his shirt and tossed it next to the glass cock.
“Take that, too,” he said about the diamond cufflink. “I’ll give you the matching one, gladly.”
Of course he always mixed money and sex; working as a stud for capital was how he’d begun to make his fortune, after all.
And she was just another thing to be bought or bought off.
The anger and frustration nearly sent her running for the door.
And then he was pressing in, two fingers sliding between her lips and driving right into her primed channel.
Her breath exited in a huff as he opened her so well she wondered if he’d broken his promise and inserted his cock. And then she felt him slide a third finger in, and she wailed, the stretch just on the right side of painful as her pussy got even wetter to receive him.
“Goddamn, Lucy!” Adam yelled, ripping at his trousers to dig out his cock before he made a mess of his drawers.
She was shaking, finally feeling the deep spasms that heralded the sort of profound orgasm she’d been longing for since he took her virginity in that hallway.
“Oh, god, Adam,” she babbled, her breasts feeling tight and heavy as she clenched around his digits. The slapping sound of Adam beating his cock sent her tipping headlong into convulsive waves of pleasure that seemed to go on and on as he drove his fingers home.
“You’ve got me wet past my knuckles, you minx,” growled Adam.
“Too much,” she mewled, the sensations becoming overwhelming in the wake of her total ecstasy.
“Watch me, love,” he said, as he withdrew his hand from within her channel.
Lucy turned, and that devil had the audacity to smirk while licking her juices from his fingers. “That little rabbit still tastes the sweetest,” he said. “Did you leave my spend inside after I came in you? If it’s already there, might as well let it marinate my tasty little bunny.”
She was furious that he talked so casually about inseminating her, but her cunny wasn’t mad at all; it clenched at his crude words, and she was of half a mind to beg him to do it again.
“You haven’t even tasted my rabbit,” she bit out.
“An oversight I hope to remedy soon, indeed.”
Then he wrapped that big hand around his thick cock and stroked himself while holding her eyes.
She was looking back and forth between that tempting head emerging from his grasp and his beautiful face, angry that she’d already come. She wanted more.
“Fuck, Luce, you lick your lips like that and I’m gonna bust,” he whined.
Lucy looked around the dressing room with a maid’s sense of tidiness. She grabbed one of his handkerchiefs from her reticule and shoved it at him; she didn’t want some other woman cleaning up his spend.
She was just in time. Adam roared and seed painted that crisp, ironed cloth embroidered with his monogram.
“I’ll take that,” she said, immediately snatching it from his hand and carefully tucking it back in her bag.
She was facing the cupboard again, pushing the contents of her reticule around to protect her treasures. She scooped up the diamond cufflink and dropped it in her bag before turning back to him expectantly.
“You’ll have to take it,” he said, smiling as if cufflinks with bulbous diamonds on them meant nothing to him.
Lucy raged that he was baiting her, drawing her forth for more, but her common sense dictated that she must lower herself to collect that cufflink.
He didn’t hold out his arm to make it easy for her.
Oh no, he’d never do that. She came close, and he slid his hand at her waist and nuzzled her ear.
“You sure do look pretty these days, Lucy. When are you going to let me lick your pussy?”
She felt herself clench around nothing, despite having come repeatedly in that very room.
“You want it, don’t you, beautiful? I’ll get on my knees for you. Give you anything.”
She released the cufflink and, as she put it in her reticule, remembered Adam had promised her a boon.
“The Bucks,” she said. He pulled her closer, so her bodice rested against his firm chest. He was so solid and warm.
“Yes, the Grand Bucks. You want me to promise I won’t go to the Forest and fuck other women? Consider it done, love.”
“The Forest?”
“Our headquarters. Big townhouse in Belgravia.”
“Not that,” she clarified. “You needn’t cease your bucking. I have no claim on you.”
For the first time that day, his face creased in anger. And then he was back to his usual jovial expression, as if it had never happened.
“I have a boon, do I not?” she asked, studying the pattern on the Axminster carpet.
It was time to find out whether she meant anything to him at all.
She would drown those years of moralistic sermons for the sake of knowing how he truly felt about her.
It’s not like she could get pregnant as a result; Adam had already taken care of that.
“You do,” he said slowly, while stroking her sleeve.
“I want the Grand Bucks. For one night.”
His face split into a broad grin. “Why didn’t you say so! I’d be happy to share you with my mates, love.”
No sign of jealousy, only cheerful acceptance.
She needed more: either his regard or his pain.
She was almost regretful about what she was about to say.
How she’d knock that smile from his face and make him curse her to the heavens.
But Lucy had a boon, righteous anger, and several years’ worth of wages in jewelry in her reticule, so she had to do it.
“Yes, you’ll share me with the Bucks. But only as you watch, wearing that medieval chastity cage.”