Chapter 5
As Lucy lowered to the soft floor of the Forest, she experienced another moment of panic. Was she really doing this? Allowing all these many men to have their way with her, while Adam watched?
But, she reflected, they weren’t having their way with her. They were going to have her way with her, a decadent ritual very much in line with her own wishes and desires if the slick feeling between her thighs was anything to go by.
As Lucy assumed the position on her hands and knees, she locked eyes with Adam.
Then looked lower to see the chastity cage she’d ordered him to wear, now glinting between his legs.
He shifted his thighs further apart as if to show her he’d followed her instructions, and she wanted nothing more than to go to him and observe his restrained cock.
She’d have been surprised if Wellington at Waterloo felt so much as a fraction of the triumph she was feeling now on the floor of the Forest, seeing her man willingly caged for her.
She was so hot, so beyond the limits of pain that she could have taken every cock in Belgravia before she floated down to reality again.
“You ready for your first Buck?” asked the man who had recognized signs of her pregnancy.
Was she ready to be fucked and filled by four virile men? Lucy supposed she wouldn’t truly know until the events began, but her body hummed with anticipation.
“Yes,” she said.
And then she felt him, his thick cockhead pushing into her entrance and spreading her without mercy. It was a sudden claiming, and she wanted it but found that she longed for Adam’s teasing and slow seduction.
“Oh, I see why he likes you,” the man said as he grasped the flesh on her hips and eased her back onto his shaft.
She was full after so many months of swinging from exhaustion to getting ill to bursts of sexual desire. Lucy had rubbed her own cunny until her hand cramped some nights; finally, a man was taking care of that need deep within.
But not the right man. Adam slumped in his chair, hand flitting down as if to stroke his cock, then darting away when he remembered that cage he was wearing.
Good. Eventually he propped his elbow on the armrest and held his masked head in his hand, all the while watching her getting fucked by his fellow Buck.
She felt torn: she wanted his pain and restriction, but wanted the ecstatic release they seemed to create so well together more.
The other three Grand Bucks arrived at where the man was fucking Lucy on the floor.
“She’s a pretty girl,” said one man. “I like the shapely ones.”
“Don’t we all,” said another, cupping his balls.
“I’d like to fuck those titties,” said the third, his hand working over his shaft as he watched her breasts sway with the Buck’s thrusts.
The Grand Buck fucking Lucy helped her lift from her hands, and he held her from behind while continuing to force his cock into her from below. “I brought you to kneel so you could serve a Buck. You know what I mean, don’t you, pretty girl?”
Lucy nodded yes and opened her mouth to show she was ready to receive them.
Some part of her felt like a bad girl for receiving multiple men at once, all while carrying another man’s baby, but she liked the way Adam slumped even lower as he watched.
Finally, she was extracting a justice her words alone could never deliver.
If she happened to experience repeated pleasure in the course of handing down his sentence, so be it.
Maybe she wasn’t so much a bad girl as a protagonist.
The Buck behind Lucy held her carefully so as not to place pressure on her belly, and she appreciated that kind man with a baby born on the wrong side of the blanket but no heir.
“How’s her pussy?” asked the man holding his cock to feed it into Lucy’s waiting mouth.
“I see why he’s so wild about her he’s willing to wear the horns. And the cage,” said the man fucking her.
Lucy began to say that Adam couldn’t be a cuckold because they weren’t married, but the Buck filled her mouth with smooth efficiency and she was soon recalling every lesson with Julia about how to accept a cock in her throat without choking or panicking.
The man in her throat held the back of her neck, his fingers moving slowly as if to gentle her into submission so he could use her that much more effectively.
The two other men came to either side of her body and they each touched her breasts curiously, one toying with her gathered nipple and the other feeling the weight of her breast in his hand.
“You’ve got her gripping me,” said the Buck in her cunny, his voice strained. “She likes that.”
She did indeed, her body so overwhelmed by pleasurable sensations that she wanted to shiver and scream.
Then she saw him and what he was doing: Adam had one armrest in his great big hand and his other working his balls beneath that medieval cage. He watched her take these men with undisguised hunger.
“Lucy!” he finally cried, his voice breaking with anguish.
Anguished to be parted from her? Anguished to see her taking other men?
She was unsure, but his exhortation called to some part of her that needed his pain, needed to know he felt something for her.
He was no longer the laughing, carefree mogul in control of everything within his sight.
Adam could laugh off losing watches and diamonds, but he seemed to have one attachment that she could see.
He was desperate for her, only her, at least in that room, at that moment.
And that did her in. Lucy tried to cry out as she broke, her body fighting that cock that worked in her mouth and the one in her cunny, but all that she made was a guttural moan. And then she was lost to her senses as she shook in her Bucks’ powerful arms.
“Fuck, she’s fucking choking it!” exclaimed the Buck in her mouth as he released into her throat.
“Not in front of a lady, Thorncock,” growled the man currently working her breast as if he wanted to milk her.
The man’s consideration for a mere maid — delivered in cultured tones that marked the aristocracy — made Lucy spasm again around the cock in her channel.
“No wonder he loves you,” whispered the gentle god, only the second man to take her cunt. “You’re soft and beautiful on the inside and the outside.”
Lucy’s eyes rolled up uncontrollably on his next thrust, Adam’s cry combining with the man’s tender words to make her break from somewhere deep, the quakes seeming to run up her core until her lungs itched with the profound orgasm he drew from her.
As the man poured himself inside her cunny, leaving her pussy wet and sloppy, Lucy wailed loudly enough for Adam to bolt from his seat.
“Stay there,” she ordered. “We’ll come to you when we’re ready.”