Chapter 7
Lucy Makeblythe was on top of the world. She had the admiring attention of an entire group of men, a cock in her cunny, and Adam Chevestrer caged for her delectation.
And, oh, it was delicious to see that fine piece restrained on her orders. He shifted on his throne uncomfortably. Though his deer mask prevented Lucy from seeing his expression, she imagined a pained grimace on his face. Good. She only wished she could see it.
“Does it hurt, love?” she asked with a too-sweet voice. The High Buckthorn was alternating teasing strokes at the entrance of her channel with long thrusts, and she feared she wouldn’t last long. She needed to break Adam before she departed the Forest.
“It hurts so good, as you know, minx,” he ground out, the whine in his voice healing something deep within her. “How does my brother Buck feel?”
“Big,” she moaned dramatically. “Like I’ve never properly had to take a cock before.”
She was overdoing it, but teasing Adam was probably her favorite thing, fighting for the title with taking his money and fucking him.
After a lifetime of forcing herself into a social cage in hopes of being good enough to survive in a harsh world, she was reveling in how much she loved breaking the rules and being in control. If that made her a bad girl, so be it.
“You’re so close to my cock, Luce. Why don’t you give it a kiss? The cage won’t bite you, only me.”
Lucy drew close, then backed away. “I don’t think I will.”
His whines were extravagant and his anguish at being separated from his Lucy, real. Adam reached for her dear face and held those darling cheeks in his hands. What he wouldn’t give to hold her like this every day.
“Don’t you want to tie my hands down?” he asked. “Restrain me?”
Lucy let out a wail as the High Buckthorn hit a spot that felt incredible, then stroked that place again and again until she knew he must be a master of the cock. Well, they all were, but her Adam needed some training.
“You need to restrain yourself,” she finally said.
“But how am I supposed to while inside the softest, prettiest cunny in the world?”
Lucy groaned. He suspected it wasn’t just because the Buckthorn was fucking her right.
And then Adam grew serious, staring deep into her eyes and stroking her neck. “I’m sorry for failing to withdraw, Lucy. I’d never mean to hurt you.”
“You could have put a baby inside of me!” she hissed.
Adam moaned, picturing Lucy at his side, swollen with his child. He wanted that, perhaps wanted it on some level even in the Astwell hallway where he’d made the mistake that had ruined the past few months.
“I’m sorry, Luce,” he said to her pleasured, anguished face. “So sorry.”
His voluptuous maid with the softest cunny was pretty as a cameo, and she knew how to get him hotter than sin.
How to dominate him and his unruly cock until the pain and pleasure mixed.
He didn’t need to lower himself, just elevate her socially so she could hold sway over everyone else, as she did him.
She didn’t need the fine watches, a wall of shoes, and monogrammed handkerchiefs to remind her of her place in the order of things, the way he did.
She may have been born in an orphanage and worked as a maid, but that didn’t reflect a dignity and dominion usually seen only in queens.
Unlike Victoria, Lucy didn’t need a grand name or trappings of empire to rule.
She was enough. And he'd do anything to take his place at her side.
Lucy saw something in Adam’s eyes behind his Buck mask and wanted to see his expression. More than anything, she needed to see him.
“Take it off,” she gasped as the High Buckthorn thrust deep. “Your mask. I want to see you.”
Adam reacted without hesitation and reached for the mask.
“Sapwood!” exclaimed Thorncock. “Know this: the Grand Bucks will rescind your membership if you remove that mask in the Forest.”
“Don’t let a momentary flight of fancy end your bucking days,” said Stagshade.
“It’s true, Sapwood,” said the Rutlord ominously. “The mask must stay on in the Forest, should you wish to remain a Buck.”
Adam looked at the Bucks fondly, then at those spindly trees reaching towards the ceiling of the ballroom. This place, this brotherhood, used to mean so much. And then he looked at Lucy, gazing up at him expectantly. He wouldn’t let her down, not now.
He decisively pulled the Buck mask from his head, shaking out his hair to remove any stray paper.
“My lady commands me, and I must obey,” he said, showing Lucy the love-struck smile he’d been hiding all along. “You see, she has a very special claim on me.”
She was stunned. Adam Chevestrer had not only submitted to her demands publicly, but he was forgoing further membership in the Bucks simply to give her what she wanted at this moment?
Her heart stuttered. Could he truly care for her?
He certainly acted like a man full of remorse. Would that be enough?
“Make my girl come hard, High Buckthorn,” said Adam, his gaze tender as Lucy took the shock of his friend’s thrusts.
And she finally knew then, finally understood some truth of what magical thing was happening between them. And Lucy wanted to reward Adam for submitting to her so completely, so publicly.
She ran her small hands up his thighs, pushing through the hair on them and feeling the muscles within.
“Luce, that feels so good,” he said, his head lolling to one side.
Then she trailed a finger over his shaved sack, imagining that he must be sensitive there and wanting to prime him for exquisite pleasure.
“Fuck, Lucy, you’re gonna make me bust inside this cage if you keep that up,” he whined.
He could orgasm within the cage? How interesting, she thought as she watched his cock twitch against the wires. Those squares of engorged flesh made her mouth water, and she dreamed of licking the pressed pattern away until his seed overflowed in her mouth.
Part of her wanted to open those wires and press his cock into her thighs, her belly, her mouth, her cunny, her arse, anywhere to get the weight of him against her and his essence on her.
In her. But he seemed to be so enjoying this that she didn’t want to snatch pleasure away too soon, just as he didn’t throw the High Buckthorn from his place at her cunny.
“You’ve been a very good boy tonight, Adam,” she said, her voice still slightly scratchy from the hard use by Thorncock.
Adam gripped the armrests of his chair. “Don’t say that, Lucy. I’m too hot for you and I’ll blow inside this cage, I’m warning you.”
The strain in his voice warmed her heart, and she found she wanted him to lose control despite his best efforts. Wanted to overpower the restraint she’d asked him to wear and explode before her and the remaining Grand Bucks because of the power of her seduction.
“You’re already so wet though,” she said, working her thumbs into his straining thigh muscles. “It would be nothing to allow yourself to release.”
Adam threw back his head, panting.
“Why, I’d hardly notice.”
“I can’t disappoint you, love.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t be disappointed at all. I want to see you fight that cage because your little cock wants to see me so badly.”
It was a farce; Adam’s cock was a thick club, but she could tell that he loved hearing it diminished by the way his legs shook while seated.
“Please, Lucy,” he begged. “I’m trying to be good for you. I want to be good.”
He pleaded as if powerful men he’d once dreamed of impressing with his wealth and influence weren’t in the room, watching their every move.
In this room of the most elite men in the land, she reigned supreme.
She could barely hold in her triumphant smile; she may have been on her knees taking a cock, but she’d never felt taller.
Or wetter. And in surrendering to Lucy, Adam was becoming more free.
“You’ve been such a good boy, Adam,” she said, licking her lips suggestively. “And now it’s time for your reward.”
Lucy placed her hands on his biceps to brace while being pounded from behind and dipped her head to lick Adam’s caged cock from head to base.
He yelled, his leg muscles tightening as he sought to avoid bucking the metal contraption into her teeth. Tears formed in his eyes; release was imminent.
In his lap was Lucy’s head, the precious curls at her nape displayed, but he couldn’t move his arms to touch them for fear it would upset her balance.
He found this to be the most painful restraint of all, an absolute torture that made the cage seem insignificant in comparison.
Adam couldn’t go the rest of his life without twining his fingers in those wisps; he’d rather live his life in a medieval chastity cage than do without them.
And then she turned her head so he could see her little tongue poking between the wires to prod his restrained cock and wet each straining square of flesh.
“Lucy, oh no, I’m going to—”
“Yes, darling,” she said, her voice low and sweet and encouraging. “Let it happen.”
His orgasm wasn’t so much a gentle happening as an accidental explosion of gunpowder, his shaft pressed so pleasurably against those wires and Lucy’s tongue, his sack shooting forth ropes of seed that dripped from his cage until his love scooped some into her mouth and began pressing it back into his cockhead.
“Goddamn, Lucy!” he cried, his balls trying to send forth everything within for the chance to get it into his love. And he did. He loved her. Needed her. And he found that his thoughts similarly had to explode, so they might enter her as well.
“I love you, Lucy,” he said, easing her tongue from his pained, spent cock. “I really do.”
At first, her expression was confused, as if she hadn’t heard him or heard him incorrectly. And then her eyes closed in pleasure and she rested her head against his left thigh as she took the High Buckthorn’s thrusts while Adam finally stroked those curls at her nape.
“I love these, too,” he breathed.
And that was what made her break at last, his tender caress as she took another man’s cock. It was shocking to believe that Adam loved her, could love her after such a brief acquaintance, but it couldn’t be impossible because she felt the same way.
When she came, it was like her spine rearranged as every part of her felt the pleasure of being thoroughly adored.
She wished it was Adam’s cock filling her and making her channel shiver, but she knew his time would come soon enough.
They had unfinished business, and she meant to finish it properly.