Chapter 3
All things considered, Adam Chevestrer had taken the news Lucy wanted to spend a night with his fellow Grand Bucks — while he watched, caged by that medieval torture device — rather well.
He’d seen her off with a chaste kiss, gone back to the dressing room to stare at his novelty chastity cage, and beaten his cock until his balls threatened to send forth blood.
The only thing that got him harder was seeing the expanse of velvet where his pocket watches had been. Why hadn’t he thought to show her his wall safe? He might be poorer as a result, but he’d be stiff til his dying day if she stuffed cash in that sweet little reticule he’d picked out for her.
***
A few days later, Lucy pulled her beaded velvet wrap closer as the carriage slowed before the Forest, where the Grand Bucks met. She wore a half-mask that partially concealed her guarded expression.
“I needn’t ask if you’re sure. I know you are. As I was when I went to the Bucks.”
Across the way sat Julia Balistarius, Duchess of Astwell. She’d lent Lucy clothes for the occasion and had explained what to expect from an evening in the Forest.
And then they’d taken out Julia’s medical implement dilettos and used every waking minute to prepare Lucy’s body for what was in store.
It was when Lucy was learning how to take an enormous cock in her arse — via a particularly girthy phallus — that the duke had finally walked over the threshold connecting the ducal apartments and collected his wife for several hours of enthusiastic lovemaking.
“You’re loud,” he said to Lucy as he carried his wife off. “They’ll love that.”
She didn’t need to please the Bucks, or even Adam. She just needed to inflict pain on him so she could move on with her life and feel as though she’d extracted justice.
***
Lucy had wrapped her nude body in the velvet cloak, self-conscious of her generous hips, heavy breasts, and the slight extra swell at her belly.
She wished there was a mirror so she could look herself over before going to the Bucks, but the room was bare save a chair.
Her half-mask remained on, assuring her of the Bucks’ discretion.
“Are you ready, my dear?”
She looked up and took in a nude, masked man with a thick chest and powerful shoulders. Her eyes drifted down his waist, wrapped in muscles until she saw he was enormous everywhere. Even there.
His cock stiffened when she stared, causing Lucy to jolt.
“Oh, I apologize!” she said, bolting from where she sat and looking anywhere else. Her mistake brought back memories of her early days in service, when she constantly faced corrections while learning to scrub and sweep properly.
But unlike the housekeeper at that first house, the man simply held out a hand to her. “So you’re my brother’s little rabbit.”
Lucy started. “Adam has a brother?” she asked.
“My brother Buck,” he clarified, stroking the velvet that covered her arm.
“Oh,” she said, allowing him to lead her deeper into the townhouse. The Grand Bucks’ headquarters’ interior was as Julia had described, decorated like a forest, with trees reaching the ceiling and a soft green fabric covering the floor until it reached a reflecting pool.
It felt like she was entering a dream or someone else’s life. She never thought she’d experience this, but she was escorted by a man wearing the deer mask she’d imagined almost every night since Julia had whispered the details to her.
Lucy felt both on-edge and wet, wanting everything the Bucks had for her and also terrified of the game she was about to play with the richest and most powerful men in the land.
She expected to feel shame, but the lights illuminating those strange, naked trees made the room feel magical.
Like a place out of time and the constraints of society.
Here, she could shed her burdens, silence her doubtful mind, and fully experience pleasure.
Outside, she was an orphaned, unmarried, pregnant lady’s maid.
For one night, she was The Woman. This night could ruin everything — or make her dreams come true.
And Adam — her Adam — had been one of those masked men the whole time. Lucy’s nipples pebbled below her cloak at the thought of who else might wear those Buck masks tonight. Who might see her body, almost imperceptibly carrying Adam’s child?
“So he’s been coming here to share women and talking about me all the while?
” she asked drily as they moved towards eerie music.
Julia had mentioned that a chamber orchestra played haunting melodies that sounded like the wind in the trees, but it took hearing those spectral notes to understand the effect.
She was somewhere strange, doing a strange thing.
Rather than feeling creeping dread, her heart soared at the possibilities.
“He’s been absent these few months,” said the man, failing to elaborate further even when Lucy stared at him.
Perhaps he’d been busy with his work. Perhaps his cock had forgotten how to function. Not really her problem, though some part of her reveled in his loss of bucking.
At the end of the great hall, four seated men, nude save their deer head masks complete with towering papier-maché antlers, stood from their chairs.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” whispered Lucy.
Suddenly, she realized she was going to fuck multiple virile men, all while the father of her child watched — with his cock caged by some medieval chastity device.
According to every rule of the day, this was wrong.
So why did she feel so free and excited?
Her Buck escort turned her away from the intimidating men. “What if you can’t not do this?” he asked gently.
Lucy thought for a moment and was mortified when tears came to her eyes. “I need him to feel as helpless and hurt as I feel.”
“So you asked for a night with the Bucks? You’re not the first wife to ask to visit the Forest.”
“We’re not married,” she said, her cheeks hot as she thought of her condition. Lucy reached for the clasp on her cloak and let the velvet fall.
The Buck drew in a small breath when he saw her body revealed and instinctively reached out a hand to her burgeoning belly.
“How far along?” he asked.
Lucy felt all of her blood rush to her feet. “What do you mean?” she whispered, looking over her shoulder to where the other four Bucks, including Adam, sat.
“You’re carrying, aren’t you?” he asked, his fingertips feathering over her belly in a way that made her cunny ache for his touch. Ache to let the truth be known to her child’s father. But how would he react?
“Is it so obvious?” she asked, her hand drifting over her midsection.
He stroked the side of her swollen breast comfortingly. “The others won’t notice. I recently became a father for the first time, so I’m very aware of the changes.”
“I hope your wife and baby fare well,” she said automatically.
“My wife has been…silent about the new addition,” he said wryly. “My mistress and the child are doing well.”
“Oh,” she said, struggling with the implications.
He had fathered a child on his mistress before producing an heir with his wife?
It wasn’t unheard of by any means, but even the most understanding wife might object to having her husband’s infidelity thrown in her face.
Lucy felt tremendous sympathy for the wife before realizing that she had more in common with the mistress.
It was a shock to the gut after so many months of seeing herself as the wronged party.
The Buck let his hand drift to her cleft and stroked the soft hair that covered her mound. His touch felt soft and stimulating, and Lucy wanted more. But she was concerned about a very public revelation of her secret.
“Do you really think he won’t be able to see my condition?” asked Lucy.
The man glanced back at the four standing Bucks, focusing on one who had metal glinting where his cock should have been hanging. Or hard. “I’ll draw the others to us and insist that he remain seated until our activities prove distracting. But consider telling him, won’t you?”
Lucy hummed, and he looked at her in a way that made his mask seem to have a stern expression.
“You want to do this?” asked the man. “You want our cocks in your cunny?”
“Yes,” said Lucy, far more confident than she felt.
“Then get on your hands and knees and prepare to get that little cunt fucked.”