Seducing the Master (An Erotic Historical in the Red Chrysanthemum Series) (13 page)

“Remember to request permission to spend,”
he reminded her.

“Permission to spend, Master.”

“Not yet.”

The tension coiled in her groin, and she
tossed her head from side to side. She squeezed her breast and
resisted the temptation to quicken her ministrations.

“Permission to spend,” she appealed.

“Why?”

“Why?” she repeated, puzzled.

“Why should you wish to spend?”

“Because…because I desire it, my body wishes
for it. It craves that divine elation, that greatest of carnal
joys.”

“You’ve a skill with words, Miss Terrell,”
he said, impressed. “What if I should deny your request?”

“I pray you would not deny me this.”

“Why not? Is your present pleasure not
sufficient?”

She shook her head. “I must have its natural
conclusion. It, the pleasure, it must come to a peak before it can
be released.”

“Describe the release.”

“Waves of the most incredible ecstasy. My
body yearns for this.”

“If you had to fondle yourself for hours to
reach this climax, would you?”

“Anything. I would do anything for it.”

“Are you near to spending?”

“Very near, Master. If you grant permission,
I should spend within seconds.”

“If I did not?”

“Denial would be torturous.”

“Punishing?”

“Yes.”

She had to slow her fondling, seek out less
sensitive spots, for the slightest touch in the perfect direction
would send her over the edge.

“I have yet to discipline you for your
earlier insubordination,” he said.

She glanced sharply at him. He would
not.

He
would
.

But he could not stop her. Her body hung
upon the precipice. A few hard strokes and she could claim her
satisfaction, whether he permitted it or no.

“But I should like for Miss Katherine to see
your dénouement,” he said. “For that reason, I grant you permission
to spend.”

He could not have spoken sooner, for the
slightest flick upon her clitoris sent her into shudders. Her head
and shoulders jerked forward, and she felt the lovely waves of her
paroxysm flowing through her body, trembling her limbs, making her
glow upon the inside. She pressed against that potent bud and eked
out a few more, smaller spasms. Her head fell back against the bed.
Her legs jerked one last time. When the tremors had faded into a
simmer, she heaved a contented sigh and allowed her body to grow
limp.

“Thank you, Master,” she murmured, her
lashes lowered as she basked in the serenity of fulfilment. She had
enjoyed fondling herself before Master Gallant. Even the presence
of Miss Katherine added a different flavor to the titillation. But
her cunnie had felt empty. She wanted the deeper convulsions that
came from fucking. She wanted Master Gallant. More than ever.

“And now, Miss Terrell,” said Master
Gallant, “you may attend Miss Katherine.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

D
amnation. His cock was as
hard as ivory.

From where he stood, Charles did not have an
unobstructed view of Miss Terrell’s quim. He would not allow
himself a better angle. It was enough to see the concentration upon
her countenance, the movement of her arm as she agitated her
fingers against herself, the pouting of her lips, and, finally, the
eruption of pleasure through her body. The sight of her had heated
his blood, and he now viewed the remaining time with Miss Katherine
rather as a form of agony. He was not likely to find relief soon
enough.

Dragging his attention away from Miss
Terrell, he looked upon Miss Katherine. A discernable flush covered
her upper body, and she continued to gaze upon Miss Terrell with
some awe. He had noticed that Miss Katherine had not looked away
once while Miss Terrell fondled herself to spend.

“And now, Miss Terrell, you may attend Miss
Katherine,” he said.

This jolted Miss Katherine.

“M-Me?” she stammered, wide eyed. “N-No.
That is unnecessary.”

He walked over to the sideboard and found
two scarves of red silk. “But why should Miss Terrell have all the
pleasure?”

“But…what…”

“Would you rather pleasure yourself?”

“No, but—”

“Miss Terrell has a very adept tongue.”

Her mouth fell open. “A
what
?”

Silk in hand, he returned to Miss Katherine.
“I will bind your wrists to the chair.”

She stared at him in disbelief.

“The bonds will allow you to enjoy what will
happen,” he explained.

“How?”

“Trust me. Idle hands are a distraction,
lest you are confident you know what to do with them.”

He began tying one of her wrists to an arm
of the chair. Unable to speak, Miss Katherine could only watch as
he bound one wrist, then the other. Done, he pulled out his
handkerchief.

“And the deprivation of sight will enable
you to focus upon the sense of pleasure.”

Her voice quivered. “Deprivation…”

“What is your safety word?” he tasked her as
he covered her eyes with the linen.

“J-Jean.”

He secured the handkerchief at the back of
her head. “And you will not hesitate to use it.”

Straightening, he looked to Miss Terrell.
She sauntered over and knelt before Miss Katherine. His pulse
quickened, recalling how Miss Terrell had once applied her
sumptuous mouth to Miss Greta.

“Worry not, Miss Katherine,” said Miss
Terrell. “I shall be gentle.”

“P-Please,” the viscountess pleaded, her
body tense as a drawn bow.

“She will merely begin by caressing your
legs,” he said.

Miss Terrell reached beneath the hem of the
skirts. Miss Katherine stiffened further. From the movement of the
skirts, he could see that Miss Terrell caressed the length of Miss
Katherine’s calves.

Picking up
Fanny Hill
from where it
rested upon her lap, he read from the excerpt Miss Katherine had
recited.

As he read, he kept an eye upon Miss Terrell
to see that the willing blackamoor did not rush her touch. Miss
Terrell seemed to take into consideration Miss Katherine’s
reluctance and kept her hands no farther than the knees.

“Such soft and shapely legs you have,
m’lady,” Miss Terrell said.

Charles selected another passage from the
novel. “‘Her sturdy stallion had now unbuttoned, and produced
naked, stiff and erect, that wonderful machine, which I had never
seen before, and which, for the interest my own seat of pleasure
began to take furiously in it, I stared at with all the eyes I had:
however, my senses were too much flurried, too much concentered in
that now burning spot of mine, to observe anything more than in
general the make and turn of that instrument; from which the
instinct of nature, yet more than all I had heard of it, now
strongly informed me, I was to expect that supreme pleasure which
she had placed in the meeting of those parts so admirably fitted
for each other.’”

“Oh!” Miss Katherine gasped.

He looked to see that Miss Terrell had gone
past a knee. The gown about Miss Katherine’s thigh rustled with
Miss Terrell’s movements.

“How smooth and charming are the thighs,”
Miss Terrell murmured.

He imagined the deft and dark hands of Miss
Terrell against the dove-white skin of Miss Katherine, whose
complexion was as pale as an Oriental concubine’s. The heat in his
body rose, and he turned to the less provoking account of a
fictional woman.

“‘Long, however, the young spark did not
remain before giving it two or three shakes, by way of brandishing
it, he threw himself upon her, and his back being now towards me, I
could only take his being ingulphed for granted, by the directions
he moved in, and the impossibility of missing so staring a mark;
and now the bed shook, the curtains rattled so that I could scarce
hear the sighs and murmurs, the heaves and pantings that
accompanied the action, from the beginning to the end; the sound
and sight of which thrilled to the very soul of me, and made every
vein of my body circulate liquid fires: the emotion grew so violent
that it almost intercepted my respiration.’”

From the corners of his eyes, he could see
that Miss Terrell had reached Miss Katherine’s pelvis. Miss
Katherine began to whimper.

“I only mean to touch the silky down gracing
your temple of pleasure,” Miss Terrell reassured.

“‘Whilst they were in the heat of the
action, guided by nature only, I stole my hand up my petticoats,
and with fingers on fire, seized and yet more inflamed that center
of all my senses: my heart palpitated, as if it would force its way
through my bosom: I breathed with pain; I twisted my thighs,
squeezed and compressed the lips of that virgin slit, and following
mechanically the example of Phoebe's manual operation on it, as far
as I could find admission, brought on at last the critical ecstasy,
the melting flow, into which nature, spent with excess of pleasure,
dissolves and dies away.’”

Miss Katherine groaned long and low. Miss
Terrell must have gone past the patch of down. Miss Katherine
twisted against her bonds.

“Shhhh,” Miss Terrell gently hushed. “We
have all of us a wanton spirit. Do not fear to allow it wings from
time to time.”

Once again, Charles found himself surprised
by the quality of her speech, then remembered she had been a
mistress of a gentleman, perhaps several. Her upbringing must have
included an education.

Miss Katherine’s breath grew erratic,
sometimes panting, sometimes sighing.

“Oh, what a charming creature thou art!”
Miss Terrell remarked. “What a happy man his lordship must be to
have made a woman of you.”

Impressed by her memory and content to give
the reins to her, he lowered the book to watch the two women.

“Oh, that I were a man for your sake!” Miss
Terrell quoted.

His cock pulsed. At the Red Chrysanthemum,
he had once beheld two women fucking. One had strapped a dildo to
her pelvis and thrust into her mate as well as any man. It was one
of the more memorable visions.

“Come share in my ecstasy,” Miss Terrell
coaxed. “Grant your body the reward it deserves.”

Miss Terrell took Miss Katherine by the legs
and pulled her farther down the chair. She pushed the skirts to the
waist, spread the thighs, and nestled her face between them. Miss
Katherine exclaimed as Miss Terrell licked her.

Charles had to look away to calm the surge
of tension in his groin, but he could not resist for long. Turning
back, he saw Miss Terrell move her tongue at the other woman’s bud
with the deftness of a finger. Miss Katherine squirmed and gasped.
With whitened knuckles, she grasped the arms of the chair as Miss
Terrell lapped at her with increased intensity.

The blood pounded in his head. He imagined
taking a position behind Miss Terrell, throwing up her skirts, and
indulging his own lust while she continued to pleasure Miss
Katherine with that bold and naughty tongue.

“Oh! Oh!” Miss Katherine cried.

Her body jerked against the bonds, her feet
scuffed the floor, and she mumbled several whimpers as tremors went
through her body. With a sigh, she began to descend from her
climax, and Miss Terrell slowed her tongue in unison. When Miss
Terrell withdrew, Miss Katherine slumped in the chair, her head
rolled to one side.

“She has a delightful quim,” Miss Terrell
said. A hand of hers trailed down to cup her mound through her
skirts.

He wondered how many women Miss Terrell had
lain with. He liked women who could engage with their own sex. For
a man, little could compare to the sight of two women pleasuring
one another. When first he had learned that Greta, as Mistress
Scarlet, had taken to women, he had been excited. But Greta did not
truly appreciate the fair sex as Miss Terrell appeared to do. Far
from being titillated by them, Greta sought women to punish them
for the pain Master Damien had caused her when he had left her for
another.

With her other hand, Miss Terrell caressed
her bosom.

“Take care, Miss Terrell,” he warned
her.

Reluctantly, she dropped both hands to her
sides.

“Untie Miss Katherine,” he instructed.

She did as told. Miss Katherine sat upright
and could not look Miss Terrell in the eye. Approaching Miss
Katherine, he knelt before her.

“There is nothing more beautiful than a
woman in rapture,” he said. “You have done well, Miss Katherine.
And for that, I forgive your error in spending without my
permission.”

“Oh,” she gasped in dismay. “Your
pardon.”

“I think Lord Wendlesson would be
proud.”

Crimson colored her cheeks, but she appeared
pleased.

“What think you for Mr. Cleland?” he
asked.

“He has a talent with prose,” she
answered.

“We shall read from him again then.”

There was a knock at the door, and a maid on
the other side informed them that the viscount had arrived to take
her ladyship home.

Charles extended a hand to Miss Katherine
and assisted her to her feet. Miss Terrell assisted her with her
articles.

He bowed over Miss Katherine’s hand. “Till
tomorrow night, Miss Katherine.”

“Till tomorrow,” she replied with eyes
averted.

As he watched her depart, he took in a
relieved breath. He had not expected that Miss Katherine would
submit herself as she had done, but, now that she had suffered the
joy of
orgasmos
, the outlook was far more promising. The
greater challenge this evening, then, lay in what to do with Miss
Terrell.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

M
aster Gallant narrowed his
eyes at Terrell. “I would take it kindly if you did not meddle in
my affairs.”

“Did I not benefit your instruction of Miss
Katherine?” she returned, still standing beside the chair Miss
Katherine had vacated. “Was I not an asset to you?”