Serenity's Dream (12 page)

He rang for Marjorie. When the maid came to the door, he spoke quietly to her,

and she left. Lucien did not speak to Serenity in Marjorie's absence, which he knew

would only serve to heighten his wife's apprehension about what he would do next.

In a few minutes, Marjorie returned. Then Lucien spoke.

"Serenity, I want you to stay very still while Marjorie does what I have asked her

to do."

Serenity had been quietly weeping. With Marjorie in the room to witness her

shame, Serenity burst into tears.

Marjorie put the metal device in place around Serenity's waist and laced it

between the cheeks of her bottom. A loud click sounded as metal slid into place.

Then Lucien said, "Thank you Marjorie, you may go."

With a curtsy, Marjorie left the room, the only indication of her departure being

the quiet click of the door.

"You may stand now, Serenity."

On wobbly legs, she did just that. She looked down and gasped. "Oh, my lord,

Lucien, you have placed me in a chastity belt."

"Yes, I have, and you shall wear it until I tell you otherwise."

She tugged to no avail.

"I hold the key. It will come off when I feel you can be trusted to keep your

hands to yourself."

"That's what I was doing," she answered flippantly, causing a laugh to rumble in

his chest.

"Without my permission," he reminded her.

"You were not there, and I needed . . . ."

"You will need it much more before it comes off."

"We won't be able to . . . ."

"
You
won't be able to." He left his statement drifting in the air. He did have his

clients, after all. "You shall be punished again for this indiscretion at the time the belt

comes off, just as a reminder. Now, we must go back to the club. I expect you to be

dressed and ready to accompany me downstairs in less than an hour."

He left the room with her standing, naked and smarting badly. She wouldn't

forget this caning, but would endure dozens more, if he would only unlock this chastity

belt. If he reacted this way for something as innocuous as pleasuring herself, what

would he do when he found out her secret? Her mind couldn't comprehend the depth

of her troubles.

Chapter Eleven

Lucien felt rather pleased with himself. Seeing Serenity bring herself to orgasm

had given him an erection that still ached. However, he did not want her to pleasure

herself. He wanted her to ask
him
for her pleasure. He would continue to spank her

with the strap, though he wondered if it were really a punishment, as she seemed to

enjoy it. He would tease her until she could no longer bear the desire.

He looked forward to relieving her at some future date. She would come begging

for release in a few days, and he would deny her the first time, maybe even the second.

His cock stirred at the thought of how on fire she would be when the belt came off. He

would be too, if he did nothing about it till then. However, he'd not fucked a client since

Serenity's arrival and realized he wasn't inclined to do so.

As he readied himself for the night at the club, he tried to assess his feelings for

Serenity. The simplest thing would be to have no feelings for her at all, but that wasn't

the case. She invaded his thoughts at times when he needed his full concentration. She

stole sleep from him as he recalled things she'd said or done and how they had pleased

him. Now, he would have the image of her pleasuring herself with a peaceful look upon

her face, legs wantonly spread wide, her hairless quim swollen and red from her

attentions. It was one of the most beautifully erotic sights he'd ever seen in his life. He

would have her repeat that one day for his own pleasure. However, he wouldn't allow

her to repeat it on her own.

* * * * *

A week to the day later, Lucien decided enough was enough. He would

orchestrate the moment when Serenity would beg for the removal of the chastity belt.

She'd been obstinately resisting his attempts to bring her to the point of begging—she

had fortitude, damn it.

Every night, they had been downstairs. She'd observed every decadent game the

club had to offer. She'd been with him when he serviced his clients, though he'd not

brought himself to the point of taking his own pleasure with them. It wasn't that he

didn't need to, but he frankly had no will to do so.

Lucien quit the club early and took his wife to the room on the third floor where

most of her spankings had been administered. He'd spanked her twice each day,

including this one. He knew she was sore. She'd told him many times she rather liked

the feeling of her gown brushing against her red bottom.

From the start, Lucien had been intent upon showing Serenity that pain and

pleasure are closely connected. Tonight, he would remove the chastity belt, which she'd

borne with not a little impatience. She'd been in a foul disposition the last few days,

causing her mouth to overrule her brain. She'd received several lickings for her

petulance.

But now, he would show her the very height of pleasure along with the

desperation to please. Before the sun came up again over London, Serenity would be

begging to pleasure Lucien in any fashion he demanded. She would be brought to the

edge of her endurance.

Lucien had thought of this for years, with no real prayer of his fondest dream

coming to fruition. He sensed more in his wife than even she could fathom, and the

time had come for him to see if what he thought he perceived was truly the case.

Tonight he would find out if she were a true devotee of erotic bed play, or if she were

simply a curious bystander.

* * * * *

Marjorie helped Serenity to remove her clothing, sans her chemise, before she left

the two of them alone. Serenity had no notion of what Lucien intended, but assumed

she was due another spanking. She'd enjoyed her two daily spankings, though they had

made her ever more aware of her sexual need. Lucien had not touched her in any

provocative way, not even rubbing her sore bottom as she always wanted him to do,

but her desire for his touch had now become uncontrollable.

He walked to a comfortable upholstered chair near the windows and motioned

with his arm. "Come."

Gingerly, Serenity moved toward him, until she stood before him.

"Bend over the arm of the chair," he said.

She complied without thought. Soon she felt his hands on the back of the chastity

belt and heard the key slide into the lock. With a simple turn of his wrist, she was

released from her prison. Excitement coursed through her. She stood and wished to hug

him, but he moved away.

A small table next to the chair held an amber-colored bottle. "Bend over the arm

of the chair again, Serenity. Put your head in the seat and spread your legs wide."

Lucien took the amber-colored bottle off the table and opened it. He poured a

liberal amount of the liquid into one hand, while his other caressed the cheeks of her

arse. She purred.

He ran a finger down the seam between her cheeks, lubricating with the oil as he

rubbed the tiny pink pucker. He inserted one long, slender finger into her and stilled,

allowing her to adjust to his initial infringement.

"Relax," he encouraged.

She followed his instruction, and her muscles released their tension. He began to

move his finger back and forth, and Serenity moaned softly. With his free hand, he

rubbed her cheeks. Slowly he removed his finger and inserted two. She started a bit, but

soon adjusted. He moved them in and out as he'd done before, separating them in an

effort to stretch the tight muscle.

Lucien opened a drawer in the small table and removed a marble phallus. "Look,

Serenity."

She lifted her head and looked at what he held in his hand.

"I am going to insert this in your arse. It is larger than the other one. You will

hold it there until I remove it. Is that what you wish me to do?"

"Oh, yes."

He removed his fingers, causing her to involuntarily grumble, "No."

He smacked her buttock hard. "I am in control here. Understood?"

"Yes, sir."

He lubricated the phallus and brought the head to her anus. "I want you to push

back, Serenity. Yes that's it, just like that. I want you to impale yourself on it."

When the head broke through the tight pucker, Serenity sucked in a breath. "It

burns."

"Yes, I know it does, but that feeling won't last. Simply relax and allow it to do its

work."

He rubbed her gently, encouraging her muscles to relax and accept the phallus,

which wasn't nearly as large as his cock, but would serve the purpose as intended.

"When you are ready, continue to push," Lucien said, to which Serenity

immediately responded with a gentle but steady pressure against the phallus and his

hand. "That's it."

Slowly, Serenity's arse accepted the eight-inch phallus to the hilt. The base flared

out slightly, which would make it easier for Serenity to hold it in place. Lucien left her

in position and went to the washstand to clean his hands. Serenity fidgeted, dancing

from one leg to the other.

"Do you have a problem?" Lucien asked in a monotone that belied his concern.

"No, sir."

Lucien admired his brave little wife. He knew of no woman, other than an

experienced whore, who would endure what he'd already put her through and be

desirous of more, should he wish it. Her pleasure became even more important to him

at that moment.

He returned to the chair. "Stand up slowly."

When Serenity was on her feet, he gave her a moment to adjust. "How do you

feel?"

"Full."

Lucien smiled.

"It actually feels rather marvelous. It doesn't hurt any longer."

"Good. Now, do you see that bench over there?"

"Yes, sir."

"I wish for you to walk over there."

Unquestioningly, Serenity did as he bid.

"Serenity, this is a punishment bench. You will bend over the padded top, and

your arms and legs will be fastened to the bench."

Serenity studied the strange looking contraption. A thick pad covered the top.

Her arse would be high and readily available for Lucien to use as he would. Her trust in

him touched his soul, something he felt threatened by.

"Fine." He spoke gruffly, trying to suppress the tenderness he was feeling. He felt

between her legs, knowing how aroused she must be. "Do you know why you are being

punished?"

"Because I brought myself to orgasm without your permission."

"That's correct."

He bent her over the bench. Her splendid buttocks, still blushed from his

previous punishment, rose high in the air. The phallus remained in place, and the sight

made Lucien's cock stir. He'd long engaged in anal sex play with the women he hired to

partner him, but he'd never had the courage to seek such an indulgence from any

woman who had caught his fancy. Serenity's request for such had shocked and titillated

him. Tonight would be a new experience for each of them.

When he had Serenity's arms and legs restrained, he took hold of the phallus and

stroked it back and forth, withdrawing it and thrusting it back in past the tight muscles,

again letting it rest deep within her. He began to rub her buttocks, gently and then with

increasing pressure. "Do you like the feel of the phallus in your arse, Serenity?"

"Yes, sir, I do very much."

"Did you like the stroking?"

"Yes, sir."

He bent low to her ear. "That's very good, because I shall fuck you hard and

rough when I am finished strapping you. Would you like that?"

Serenity lay across the punishment bench, as Lucien had called it, and reveled in

the feeling of being restrained with the wide leather straps he'd just finished attaching

to the legs of the bench. The thick leather padding cradled her belly comfortably. The

bands around her wrists hands held her firmly, without digging into her flesh. It was

certainly an odd position, as she was nearly folded in half, but it thrilled her all the

same.

The things she'd seen in the club had shocked her. They had also caused desires

to rise in her that she would need satisfied soon. She feared Lucien would extend this

sensual agony as long as he possibly could, the penalty she would pay for her bit of selfindulgence a week ago.

He touched the phallus imbedded deeply within her bottom. She felt exquisitely

full and having him move it, back and forth, as he would his cock, felt unbelievably

erotic. The thought made her quim weep, and she prayed Lucien would satisfy her

before long.

"Do you like the feel of the phallus in your arse, Serenity?" he asked, his voice

low and heated.

She could only answer with the absolute truth. "It is wonderful."

"Good," he said.

Serenity smiled inwardly, realizing his approval was fast becoming all-important

to her. The promise of his cock in her arse would soon be a reality. Seeing it happening

in the club had thrilled her beyond comprehension. Many of the things she'd seen had

had that effect on her.

"When I am finished strapping you."
Those words fell upon her like a benediction.

She craved the strap, desired it above all things. In the hands of her husband, she knew