MILDRED WANTED ANOTHER look at the room of wicked debauchery. She had not seen Lady Katherine lock the room after showing it to her upon the first day, and when she tried the doors, she found they indeed opened.
She closed the door behind her and, using her own candle, lit a candelabra. She took in a long breath as she gazed about the room a second time. Passing the pillory, she went to the sideboard, above which hung two canes, three floggers, and a crop. She picked up the heaviest of the floggers, wondering how heavy a blow the wide leather straps would deal and if she could withstand them?
Replacing the flogger, she opened one of the drawers of the sideboard and found a collar; a pair of clamps; two hollow glass tubes, with tops akin to a surgeon’s syringe; several metal rings, each smaller than the tip of a finger; and two tiny pairs of half-spheres joined together. The clamps she remembered well. Alastair had applied a similar pair to her nipples. She remembered the pinching pain, a lovely, exquisite sensation that wakened her whole body. Her nipples hardened at the memory, and she passed her hand over her bosom to calm the quickening heartbeat.
The middle drawer contained items of equal puzzlement. She picked up a glass object shaped like an elongated teardrop but with a wide base. Setting it down, she looked next at a series of beads connected by a string, and then another glass teardrop, this one with a fox tail attached to the end. Intrigued, she wished she could ask what these were for. Perhaps she would work up the nerve to ask Katherine.
The third and final drawer made her gasp.
Nestled atop silk lining were several dildos of varying size. She picked up one made of glass and admired its smooth finish. The craftsmanship was rather impressive, for the crafter had shaped the top to resemble the flare at the tip of a cock. Laying down the glass dildo, she picked up a smaller wooden one with ridges. She wondered that such a hard object could render pleasure, for a true cock, though hard, had some softness to it. The third and final dildo was made of a material resembling India rubber. It was quite large both in length and girth. She shuddered to think of her cunnie swallowing such a large object. Nevertheless, she picked it up to marvel at its size and instinctively licked her lips. She remembered how delicious Alastair’s cock had tasted.
Looking at the cock she held, she wondered if she could wrap her mouth about this monstrosity. Feeling mischievous, she put the dildo to her mouth. She licked its tip, then pushed it between her lips. She took in two inches and felt her lips stretch over the circumference. Desire swirled in her groin. How she wished she had a real cock to hold!
"Now that is a sight worth four thousand pounds."
In her haste to pull the dildo out, she bobbled it several times before dropping it altogether. She felt herself flushing to the roots of her hair. But was somewhat relieved to see it was Alastair at the threshold. How long had he been standing there? Despite the late hour, he still wore his clothes but had his banyan instead of his coat.
"I wondered if Katherine had told you of this room," he said.
She bent down to pick up the dildo. After brushing it off with her robe, she intended to return it to the drawer.
"Not yet," he bid as he walked into the room. "I interrupted your feasting."
Her blushed deepened. "I was merely…it is of such a ridiculous width, I merely wondered…"
"How much of it you could swallow?" He stood in front of her and cupped the hand that held the dildo. "Let us find out"
Her heart drummed in her ears as she allowed his hands to guide the dildo back to her mouth. She parted her lips and relaxed her tongue to permit the behemoth entry. She could take no more than three inches before gagging.
"A little more," he encouraged.
Wanting to please him of a sudden, she did her best to take in more. Her mouth was stretched to capacity, and though she took in air through her nose, breathing felt awkward whilst her mouth was stuffed by the false cock. She gazed up at him and the molten lust in his eyes made her throb between the legs. She would stand with her mouth stuffed by cock for hours, mesmerized by the expression of desire in his countenance. It satisfied her to know that he was not immune to her.
"You may release it," he said, drawing the hand with the dildo back down.
She licked her lips and waited to see what he would do next. Did she dare hope he would stay? Releasing her hands, he took a step back. He would now advise her to return to her chambers, she predicted with disappointment. It would be of no use. She could not sleep, not after seeing all that she had, not after he had witnessed her partaking of a false cock. Her hands still felt warm from his touch.
“It is hard to imagine her ladyship making use of such implements,” she said when she could no longer bear the silence. “Or do you think they are merely for show?”
“My aunt and I do not discuss the particulars of what she and Richard did behind closed doors.”
Mildred nodded. Perhaps it was best not to imagine her ladyship engaged in wicked wantonness. She put the large dildo back in its place. Realizing that Alastair would be familiar with the possessions in the room, she steadied the flutters inside of her and asked, “Would you indulge my curiosity?”
He crossed his arms. “No.”
“Why not?”
“Because I am not inclined.”
“Really, Alastair! You can be quite selfish.”
“Only ‘quite’ selfish? I must be softening in my old age.”
Her lower lip dropped for a moment, but then she saw a small glimmer in his eyes and resolved that she would not permit him to rile her.
“At the gaming hall, you had threatened to shower me with praises for my generosity,” he reminded her.
“Yes, and I did write you several letters to that effect. You responded to none of them.”
“I grew weary of receiving them.”
“You could have put an end to them if you but acquiesced to my request.”
By saying nothing, he seemed to acknowledge her point.
“I merely wondered as to the purpose of a few items,” she explained, opening the first drawer once more. She picked up the set of tiny half spheres stuck together. “These, for instance.”
“Katherine encourages your pursuit in such matters. Why do you not ask her?”
“Because she is asleep. And you are…here.”
In the dim and flickering light, she thought she saw a corner of his lips turn upward. “I will answer one question.”
“You refused a far more significant request of mine.”
“And because of that I am to grant all other requests of yours?”
“Why do you persist in being difficult? Does it amuse you to trifle with me?”
“The answer to your latter question is yes. As to the former, I will not encourage your prurience.”
“Encourage my—” she gasped. “You had me take that—that ridiculously large cock into my mouth!”
His smile reached both corners of his lips this time.
“How is that not encouraging my prurience?” she threw at him.
“I am at ease with my hypocrisy. If it unsettles you—”
She scowled. “You deserve to be turned over the knee and walloped.”
“Undoubtedly. Fortunately, I never assume the role of submission.”
His mention of the part she had played at Château Follet made her backside tingle with the memory of how he had applied the crop to her rump.
“Very well,” she said, putting the spheres back, “but I shall divine the uses of these curious objects, if not from Katherine, then…”
He drew a step closer, and all humor had left his tone. “Then what?”
“Perhaps another visit to the Château Follet will—”
He grasped her arm and turned her to him. “You are not returning to the château.”
His pronouncement nettled her. “Why not?”
“You have been there already.”
“That is no answer at all. There is no reason I should not return there if I wish. And I would favor another visit.”
“No reason? You would risk your honor, your family?”
“We have had this discussion before, Alastair.”
She attempted to withdraw her arm, but he did not let her go.
“And even if I am ruined,” she continued, “I still have a dowry of four thousand pounds for an incentive.”
“The sort of man willing to take a compromised woman for four thousand pounds is not the sort of man you wish to marry.”
“In truth, I have no wish to marry at all, but you and my parents have thrust the matter upon me.”
“I will not accompany you to Château Follet.”
“I did not expect you would. I certainly would not ask you to.”
This seemed to startle him. “Then how—did Katherine offer to take you there?”
“No, she need not, but if I wrote to Madame Follet, I do not think she would deny me an invitation.”
“And who would serve as your partner? Who would play the dominant to your submissive?”
“If you recall, a partner is not required. I can find someone there. And had you not intervened the last time, I might have found myself with the Viscount Devon.”
She saw the vein at his temple throb and wondered if she ought not have mentioned Devon.
“You are bloody lucky you escaped his clutches,” Alastair growled, his grip on her arm tightening. “I’ll be damned if you let my prior efforts go to waste with that bleeder.”
“Then satisfy my curiosity! Really, Alastair. I wonder at your sense sometimes.”
A muscle along his jaw rippled, but he let her go. “One question, Millie. The hour is late.”
She rolled her eyes, which she saw raised his ire. She watched him grab the spheres.
“These,” he said, opening his hand, “are magnets and operate similar to clamps.”
Intrigued, she peered into his palm at the small, shiny objects. How she dearly wished to have these affixed to her nipples! She felt a familiar ache between her legs.
“If I am in a decent mood tomorrow, you may ask a second question,” Alastair said before turning to put the spheres back.
“But that was not my question,” she protested. “If I am allotted but one question tonight, it would be this…will you be my dominant?”