Stroke of Midnight (5 page)

“Oh.” Her hands rose.

 He caught them, and pressed a kiss to the back of each one. “Not here. Come with me, Henry. You demanded kisses and a bed, I believe.”

He caught her hand and led her from the chamber, drew her up the dimly lit staircase, past a woman sucking a man’s cock enthusiastically, and along to his bedchamber. The room had been lit with candles and strewn with rose petals here and there. His bed, wide and soft, was turned back neatly but begged to be disturbed. Alexander would be under the bed by now and would remain there until summoned.

He placed Henry before the fire with a firm touch to her shoulder and shrugged out of his coat. “We’re alone now. Take off your mask.”

He moved closer as her mask came free.

 When her gaze rose to his, his breath caught. He had only ever seen her at a distance before tonight. The first time he had gazed upon her she had been too young, too inexperienced for his taste. He would have frightened her with the desire that had struck him the moment he’d seen her face.

He touched her jaw. “Exquisite,” he whispered.

 He caught her hand again and pressed a kiss to her palm.

“Alexander does that.”

Lucien smiled. “I know. I told him to.”

“Is there nothing about my marriage that you have not influenced?”

Lucien frowned. Was there? “I could not convince him to lick your delectable arse.”

Henry laughed nervously. “Only that one.”

“Well, maybe a few more. Alexander has been known to hold onto the truth of a situation. It’s a bad habit that I’m endeavoring to purge from him.”

With Alexander listening to their conversation from under the bed, his complaint would act as a caress against his boy’s desires.

Her frown returned. “How do you punish him? Do you spank him as he spanks me?”

“You’ll see later.” He kissed her palm again. “One day, when you are ready, you will learn the type of punishments required to keep Alexander in line. Or not. The choice is yours.”

Lucien pulled the cord on her gown until the material gaped. “Take off the top layer. Let me see the beauty that lies beneath.”

As the gown slipped from her shoulders, Lucien took a pace back. She was exquisite. Proud jutting breasts, smooth, flawless skin. His cock ached with the need to sink into her. Instead, he eased onto a chair. “Convince me again to make love to you.”

Her frown returned.

 He rubbed his hand across his jaw to hide his smile. Alexander particularly would love to hear the way she’d spoken to him earlier. “Seduce me, Henry. Be as bold and as brazen as you like in order to get your way.”

Her lips curled up into a smile after a moment as she caught up with his game. She must take the next step. She must learn to impose her will on another. If she asked him to get on his knees to lick her lower lips he’d do it but only if she was forceful enough with her demands.

Her hands rose to her head and she removed the pins from her hair. The dark tresses fell half way down her back, long enough to form a tether should he wish to hold her in place with it.

Next, she changed her pose—placing one leg further forward than the other so her limb was exposed. He liked her in red garters and stockings. It reminded him of the light marks cuffs would make on her delicate skin. But that was for later, when Alex was fully involved. When they were together in every way possible.

 Henry removed the under layer of the garment, leaving her in nothing but his wicked corset.

Lucien shifted on the chair. She was very daringly exposed; breast and pussy and bottom—if she cared to turn around to give him a full view. But her disrobing had gone too fast for his taste. He’d have to punish her later for rushing.

“Well.”

Lucien laughed softly. “Beautiful. But you go too fast. Come here and let me kiss you again.”

When she came closer, he grabbed her hips, spun her around and planted a kiss on her very lush bottom. She squeaked and evaded him.

Lucien stood and followed her. For a moment there was a flash of pure mischief in her eyes and then she ran, attempting to dodge him by running around the bed. He caught her easily and held her firmly against the bed post.

Her gaze was triumphant, as if he’d done what she wished without even asking him to do so. Clever yet again. He brought his mouth down upon hers and feasted upon her lips. She made little moaning sounds in her throat, whether from his kisses or from the discomforting hardness of the pole at her back he couldn’t be sure. Likely both. Alexander had mentioned her enjoyment of pleasure and pain mixed together.

Her hands fell upon his clothing, ripping and tugging until she reached bare skin. The hot slide of her hands over his lower back and arse forced a growl from him. Vixen. He’d teach her one day how to be dominant, but perhaps not tonight. Tonight he was on fire for her and couldn’t control his desire to dominate.

Alexander touched his leg, hand sliding up his limb as far as he could reach without disobeying Lucien’s orders directly. He’d be asking to come out to watch. But not yet, not so soon.

Lucien jerked Henry roughly to him, lifted her into his arms even as he pushed his trousers down. Alexander’s hands skimmed his bare thighs and his blood ratcheted up to boiling point. He turned and fell onto the bed, freed his length and pushed against Henry’s wet pussy urgently.

 Her voice rose in a triumphant shout. “Oh, yes!”

Lucien slowed his entry. He wanted to feel every moment of his first claiming, first possession. She took him easily, undulating against his invasion to speed up his entry. Lucien lifted his hips to thrust deep, catching her cries and he was buried to the hilt in molten heat.

Henry’s nails bit into his shoulders as she writhed, attempting to accept more of him. He was big enough to frighten most inexperienced lovers but the mother of two boys had no trouble accommodating him.

He forced her to lie still on her back and while embedded, attempted to slip out of his clothing. He got his waistcoat off and his shirt over his head, but his trousers were hindered by boots and he couldn’t remove them without leaving Henry’s body.

 But, Alexander was there, waiting beneath them on the floor. He only had to call him out to have his boots removed.

Henry’s hands skimmed over his chest, touching, exploring, scraping her nails down his back. He moved his hips, slowing fucking her as she learned his skin. All the while, Lucien watched her face. Her lower lip was between her teeth again. Alexander had never mentioned that habit of hers but he found it endearing.

The trousers were too restrictive. He needed Alexander. He caught Henry’s hands in his, raised them above her head, and pressed them to the mattress. “Alex, be a good lad and pull off my boots. They are interfering with me fucking your wife.”

Chapter 7

Henrietta jerked against Lucien’s hold as his words sank in. Alexander was here. Now. He’d listened to her begging for sex from his Master. She turned her head as Alexander came into view, intent on following Lucien’s request. But to know he’d been here, listening, watching even, caused her pussy to clench and then clench again against her will. She came, crying out in dismay at her own lack of control and the pleasure of submitting to it.

 Above her, Lucien shifted awkwardly and then he rolled them so she lay over his wide chest.

 After a moment or two, Alexander pressed against her back. His warmth and hot breath along her skin added to her tremors as she held Lucien inside her body.

 “Tell me what he feels like inside you, my love.”

A hot flush swept over her cheeks. She bit her lip as she met Lucien’s gaze. “Wonderful. He’s big.”

Did men get jealous of such things? Should she admit to never want to be free of these incredible sensations? A slow smile formed on Lucien’s face as he cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple. She levered up to give him getter access and glanced over her shoulder. Alexander had moved down the bed and had placed his face close to her bottom. She squirmed a little as her body clenched around the hard cock possessing her.

Alexander kissed her arse, and then widened her legs so she was completely open to his gaze.

 “Exquisite,” he said softly.

When his mouth moved lower, kissing and nipping her thighs, Lucien shuddered and began to thrust up into her. They must be touching each other, too. The idea of it pleased her. She felt less guilty for enjoying Lucien’s touch with Alexander here enjoying the view.

 “Alexander,” Lucien voice rumbled. “Change of plan. Strip off your clothes.”

“Yes, Master.”

 Fabric ripped behind them and Lucien chuckled against her neck. “I said strip not rip off your clothing, Alex. You’ll pay for that tomorrow though. I’ll make you walk the house naked as the day you were born before you take your leave of me.”

“Willingly, Master. I live to serve.”

Bare skin slid along Henrietta’s back as Alexander joined them. His lips pressed hard kisses along her spine. Henrietta gasped at the combined heat of the two men. When Lucien reached around her and pressed Alexander’s head to her shoulder, a ripple of desire shot to her sex. They must be lovers to act so affectionately toward each other. She turned her head slightly and her lips touched her husbands bowed head.

“Make love to me, Alexander.”

His head lifted, a rough pant left his lips. “How?”

“Take Lucien’s place inside me.”

Both men shuddered at her words and Lucien withdrew. The slow slide of Alexander into her pussy filled her with contentment. Two men, willing to do her bidding. To fuck her in unison. The pleasure of it renewed her desire. While Alexander fucked her, Lucien pinched and squeezed her nipples hard. She bit her lips as pain caught her up and tossed her control aside. “Switch,” she moaned raggedly.

Lucien replaced Alexander inside her and she moaned again. So close. So close to completion she almost couldn’t breathe. Alexander’s teeth scraped over her shoulder. “Remember what we were speaking of yesterday. Tell us you want us both at once, my love, and it will be yours.”

Two men at once? Oh dear God, yesterday she’d thought the conversation with Alexander was merely a tease as part of their lovemaking. Now she knew different. She had two men making love to her now. Could both of them really fit inside her pussy?

 It didn’t seem possible. Two smaller men perhaps, but Lucien was so large. Would it hurt?

She met his gaze as he caught her hair in his hands and twisted it into a rope. He gave her head a sharp tug. “We’ll go slowly. Tell us to stop if you dislike the sensations or if you have pain.” He pulled her lips to his. “Trust us to take care of you. It’s just the beginning.”

When she nodded, he kissed her hard and long. Alexander pressed against her, pressed the head of his cock against her entrance alongside Lucien’s. Lucien withdrew a little and after a little back and forth between them, her breath caught. They were both inside her.

 Lucien groaned loudly and suddenly shuddered, his cock pulsing and slamming into her as he climaxed. He remained inside her, as Alex called out a moment later as he too found his release.

Henrietta lay panting, unsatisfied, wedged between the two sweaty men and unable to believe that her night had exceeded her expectations. There was just one last matter standing between her and absolute bliss. She needed her own climax now.

She folded her arms on Lucien’s chest and met his gaze. “One of you two men needs to make me come.”

A slow smile twisted Lucien’s lips.