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THE ROAR ECHOING IN his ears was his own. Phineas held back the oath upon his lips. The clamps Lady Athena had affixed to his nipples had springs compelling them to snap shut. Below the clamps dangled iron weights. He held his hands behind his head, where Lady Athena had instructed, and tried not to think of how much he wanted to rip the clamps from his body. She had made him strip to the buff and kneel upon a stone block.
Standing before him in her scarlet corset, she nudged one of the weights and admired it as it swung in a pendulum and tugged at his nipple. Phineas ground his teeth together, but maintained his focus upon her. It was the only way to endure the pain. He prayed he would have nipples left when the night was done.
He had returned every night to the Cavern to await her. For a sennight, she did not show.
“Do not flatter yourself,” Penelope had told him when he voiced his concern that perhaps he had caused her disappearance. “I doubt that the world of Lady Athena centers around the Cavern—or you.”
He had often speculated who Lady Athena personified in the world above the Cavern. He had studied the women of London, wondering with each one if she might be the glorious mistress, but none were obvious suspects. Lady Athena was bold, strong, confident, and electrifying. He felt his senses come alive in her presence. No woman in the world outside the Cavern produced such a surge in his body. He could attribute the thrill to the hunt, his desire to conquer the warrior-goddess, but his days at the Cavern without her had proved how keenly he awaited her. When he was not thinking of Lady Athena, his thoughts turned oddly to the Countess of Lowry.
“Lovely,” Lady Athena purred after circling her tongue around one of the nipples, biting on one of the clamps and tugging at it with her teeth.
Phineas stared at her plump red lips. He imagined the lush pair wrapped about his cock, imagined her mouth leaving a trail of rouge upon his shaft.
She pushed her breasts up with her hands. The voluptuous orbs filled his vision.
“Fondle them, Hephaestus.”
At last she would allow him to touch her! Upon raised knees, he gazed straight at her bosom. As she had instructed him to keep his hands behind his head, he had only his mouth at his disposal. He leaned into her rounded flesh and flicked his tongue at a nipple, playful and gentle even as his own nipples screamed in pain. When he had teased both nipples to pointed hardness, he encased one in his mouth and sucked. She moaned her approval. He sucked harder. She thrust the breast further into his face. He pulled as much of the flesh into his mouth as he could, suckling her tit with increasing vigor. His cock pulsed.
“Enough,” she ordered before he could lavish the same attention upon her other breast, which bore a small birthmark left of the nipple.
She stepped back and lowered her gaze to his cock, which lifted its mushroomed head. Kneeling, she cradled his shaft and gingerly slid her hand along it. She wore red satin gloves, and the harsh friction of the fabric against the tender skin of his member made him harden even more.
“Shall I allow you to pleasure yourself, I wonder?”
“No,” he replied resolutely. “Until my Mistress has found pleasure, I would not be worthy.”
She released him. “Suit yourself.”
His gaze caressed the contours of her body—the flare of her hips, the swell of her thighs. If she would but let him, he could worship her body.
As if sensing his thoughts, she asked, “In what ways do you enjoy pleasuring your Mistresses?”
“In all ways. How do you take pleasure, Mistress Athena?”
She dropped her gaze to his crotch and studied his erect member. Taking a step toward him, she removed one of her gloves, reached out her hand and grazed the side of his cock with a crooked finger. His cock responded immediately and lengthened. She slid her finger over the tip of his cock. When her finger passed over his piss-hole, he felt a tremor down the length of his inner thighs. Her hand reached beneath his cock, cradling his sack, and pressing her fingernails into it.
“I ask the questions,” she told him before roughly squeezing his balls.
Phineas grunted.
“How do you pleasure your Mistresses?” she repeated.
“The young woman you had me pleasure with my tongue,” he answered as he held her gaze, “I would have gladly done to...”
You.
“My Mistress,” he finished.
Her chest rose with inflated breath as she remembered his performance upon the redhead. She began to pace in front of him. “Tell me of your last Mistress.”
Phineas recalled the Marquise de Dupray, a lovely woman with dark black hair, who had an affinity for young lithe maids in her service. “She enlisted me in her service. She liked to watch me as I instructed her submissives on the finer points of pain and pleasure.”
“These submissives—were they men or women?”
“Young maidens. She preferred them virginal.”
He could not tell if his answer displeased her, but she nodded for him to continue.
“Her chamber had a large bergere armchair. She would sit in that chair and fondle herself as she watched us.”
“What did she have you do?”
“Fuck.”
He had spoken the word clearly, but she started as if she had not quite discerned his answer.
“I would fuck the maid,” he elaborated, speaking at a slower tempo so that she would miss not a word. His cock reared its head with the memory. “She—my Mistress, Madame, would have me fuck her maids in all manner of positions: standing, sitting, kneeling.”
“Describe one such instance.”
He thought he detected a slight hitch in her voice, but her face evinced no emotion.
“Madame had a Dutch scullery maid, Katrien, whom she favored. One night Madame called Katrien to her chambers. I undressed Katrien, removing every last article including her garters and stockings. Madame then told her to kneel and take my cock to mouth. Katrien had a remarkably pliant mouth, though when she first came to work for Madame, she often gagged while performing fellatio. She took almost the entire length of me down her throat this time.”
Lady Athena had stopped pacing.
“Madame would sit in that chair of hers and urge me to fuck Katrien harder, to grab Katrien by the hair and speed her motion on my cock. When I spent, Madame wanted Katrien to swallow every last drop of seed. Once, Katrien coughed, and my seed spilled from her lips onto the ground. Madame was furious and made Katrien sleep in a cage she kept next to her bed.”
He watched as she slid her fingers lovingly down his shaft. “Have you ever been caged, my Hephaestus?”
‘My Hephaestus’ she had said. Encouraged, he answered with a “no” but gave her such a look as to suggest that he would welcome such a prospect from her.
She smiled appreciatively and continued to play with his cock. “Continue.”
“Madame and I had trained Katrien well. She licked the last droplet off my cock and begged for more. That pleased Madame. As a reward, she allowed Katrien to kiss her. Madame kissed deep, as if she meant to lift the taste of me from Katrien’s mouth. Then she pushed Katrien to her knees and allowed the maid to lick her quim.”
He paused to relish the feel of Lady Athena’s fingers upon his cock. The pleasure made the weights upon his nipple more bearable. Indeed, the differing sensations began to complement each other, heightening his body’s awareness. Her thumb slid across the tip of his cock, drawing the glistening dew that had emerged there, and sliding it down his shaft. Suppressing a satisfied moan, he returned to his story.
“I knelt behind Kat and entered her from behind. My cock hardened further inside her. I fucked her as she did her best cunnilingus. Madame spent first, her thighs wrapped tightly about Katrien’s head. Then Katrien spent.”
“Then what?” Lady Athena blew into his ear. She had knelt beside him and drawn her body close enough for him to feel her heat. His hands itched to caress her—her arms, her hips, her thighs. Her hand had wrapped itself entirely about his erection, briskly pumping his cock.
“Then I fucked Madame.”
Her hand stopped. Her face was close enough to his that if he turned, his mouth could have brushed her cheek. He inhaled her scent, a fresh and subtle essence mixed with the musk of arousal that clung in the air of the Cavern.
“How?”
“Against the wall, her legs wrapped about my hips as I held her aloft and pressed my cock deep into her cunnie.”
She resumed her stroking of his shaft. She had a gentle but firm touch, enticing his arousal higher and higher until the tip of his cock tingled.
“Did she spend?”
“Yes.”
The Marquise had been insatiable. They would often spend half the night making love. He added, “With such force that she bit into me. I bore the marks of her teeth upon my shoulder for many days.”
When she stepped away from him, he could see she was in thought. She removed the weights from his nipples. He felt a surge of blood to their tips just before the piercing pain settled into a dull throb. Her tongue darted from her lips and grazed his nipples. He wished he could see her mouth and discern the shape of her lips, but she always stood with the lone candelabra to her back, leaving her face in constant shadow.
“Stand,” she directed him.
Relieved to be off his knees, he did as told and hoped she would allow him to relax his arms. To his surprise, she sank to her knees. Grasping his cock, she guided the hard pole into her mouth. Phineas groaned at the exquisiteness of her wet, velvet mouth wrapped about him. Cradling his cock on her tongue, she waited a moment before curling her tongue and giving it a long suck. Her tongue lapped at the underside of his shaft, finding that deliciously sensitive area right beneath the flare of the head. The pleasure shot down his thighs and swirled in his groin. The Lady Athena was practiced in the art of sucking cock, he thought to himself as the warmth of her mouth fueled a heat that had already been stoked by her earlier stroking. Did she mean to reward him for his story? As she took his length deeper into her mouth, her hand cupped his sack and tugged his balls. He could feel his arousal boiling there. Her mouth moved relentlessly up and down his cock.
“Mistress Athena,” he said. “I will not spend lest my Mistress has first been fulfilled.”
She pulled her mouth off his cock and looked up at him.
“You flatter yourself. Did you think I would have allowed you to spend?”
Rising to her feet with a smile, she grasped his cock in her hand. When her fingers slid over the head, a tremor went down his legs.
“Till next we meet,” she said over her shoulder as she strode from the alcove.
He waited until she was gone before letting out a groan, feeling as if his body was a tautly stretched string in need of plucking. He wondered how Lady Athena would have reacted to the whole story of the Marquise, who, as much as she enjoyed dominating her maids, became a kitten who groveled at his feet and begged for him to spank her cunnie. Shaking off his arousal, he, too, left the alcove. He would need to employ a more forceful approach for he suspected that time was not in his favor where Lady Athena was concerned.