Mastering Lady Lucinda Part 4

"It will certainly be easy to remember," Lucinda said dryly. Then she chuckled. "How deliciously amusing this all is, Robbie."

"I want to make love to you," he told her quietly, and withdrawing the d.i.l.d.o laid it aside. He stood, and pulling off his own boots, quickly undressed. His manhood was already engorged and ready for battle.

"Will you not untie me?" she asked him.

"Your legs, yes, but I should like to keep your arms bound. You will find the sensation of being f.u.c.ked that way very pleasurable." He loosened the silk cords that had kept her legs spread wide.

"So I am to remain your captive," she said softly. He excited her. He excited her far more than her husband ever had. Than any man ever had. He pressed a finger between her lips, and Lucinda sucked thoughtfully upon it. What did he look like behind his mask. It was not, of course, a full mask, only covering his eyes and part of his nose, but it was impossible to tell what a man looked like without seeing his entire face. Did she dare to tear the mask away, but then she remembered her hands were constrained. Besides, if she did not keep to his rules of this game they were playing, she might never learn the truth of who he was. She must be patient. One thing, however, Lucinda did know. Robbie was a real man, unlike those three fools who sought to force her into marriage with one of them.

What was she thinking? he wondered, as she sucked his finger so sensuously. He bent his dark head and began to lick at her throat, kissing it first, then letting his tongue sweep up the column of warm flesh. She stirred in his arms, moving against him so that her silky skin aroused him even more than he was already aroused. His fingers tangled themselves into her chestnut hair, kneading at her scalp.

"There can be no niceties between us at this moment," he said almost desperately, and plunged himself deep into her body. Then he began to ride her, and seeing the look upon her face, he groaned with his own desire. She was so very wet, and so very hot. She excited him by knowing she must struggle a little against her bonds to arouse him even more. Her legs fastened about him, gripping him hungrily. For the first time in his life, he cried out while loving a woman. He couldn't help himself. She was utterly delicious! To his surprise he realized that he was not mastering Lucinda, Instead, it was Lucinda who was mastering him. He kissed her, a deep, pa.s.sionate kiss, and she shuddered hard beneath him even as his own juices burst forth in a torrent of l.u.s.t and desire. Rolling off of her, he undid her bonds with his last bit of strength and gathered her into his arms.

Lucinda lay quite aware upon his broad, smooth chest. His heart beat slowly now beneath her cheek. She could smell their pa.s.sion upon his body. It was madness! They had been together but two days, but she knew that this was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with no matter who he was. Why had she not met him in London this past season, and would she have even known him if she had? Yes! Oh. yes!

"Were you in London recently?" she finally asked him.

"I have not the means to attend the season," he replied. "Besides, as I am not seeking a wife, there is no real necessity for it."

"Then, we have not met, even in pa.s.sing, before," she sighed.

"No, we have not met until two days ago," he admitted.

Lucinda bit her lip in thought. "But you will come to the Countess of Whitley's ball this autumn, Robbie."

"To see you triumph over your suitors?" he said, a small smile upon his lips.

"Yes," she responded. "To see my triumph."

"I will come," he agreed. "I shall not want to master any more females after you, Lucinda. Your suitors have been very generous with your fees. I shall be able to afford one small treat. I shall stay with my friend, Sir Derek, attend the countess's ball, and then return home to my horses." He stroked her thick chestnut hair. "And what shall you do afterward, Lucinda?" he asked her.

"I shall live happily ever after just as they do in the children's stories, Robbie," she told him.

"Without pa.s.sion when you have such a capacity for it?" he wondered aloud. d.a.m.n, why could he not have the means to offer for her himself?

"Oh, I shall remarry," Lucinda a.s.sured him, "but the choice shall really be mine, and no one else's. Like my sister, Julia, I care not for position or possessions. Thanks to my late husband I can wed with a pauper if it pleases me. I cannot, I will not, be mastered by anyone, Robbie. I will only truly yield to a man who loves me. The man I love. That is what Robert Harrington wanted for me, and it is what I want." She lifted her head off of his chest and looked into the green eyes behind the black silk mask. "Have you ever been in love?"

"Once, years back," he responded. "I wanted to marry the daughter of a wealthy local gentleman. We had known each other since our childhoods. Elise was very lovely. We made love for the first time when I was seventeen, and she, fifteen. After that our pa.s.sions were unleashed, and scarcely a day went by that we did not meet. I was planning to offer for her when her betrothal was announced to a marquess from Yorkshire. When we next met I asked her if it was what she wanted. I practically wept with my distress. She coolly informed me that her marquess was fabulously rich, and she wanted to be a marchioness.

"'But when he learns you are not a virgin,' I replied angrily, 'what shall you do then, Elise? Your marquess will divorce you and send you back to Oxfordshire in disgrace.' She laughed, and said they had already lain together. 'I cried,' she told me, 'and played the innocent. Then afterward as he slept I smeared my thighs and the sheets with a small skin of chicken's blood my nanny obtained for me.' I was astounded at her perfidy, but then came a worse revelation. She told me she was already with child, although whose it was she couldn't be certain. Mine, or her marquess's, she said. It made no difference as he would believe it to be his and recognize it as his heir. She was married with much pomp the following week. My grandmother and I attended her wedding. We could not avoid it. I was amazed at the dewy innocent she appeared that day," he finished.

"So that is why you dislike women," Lucinda said.

"I do not dislike women!" he protested.

"Then, why do you allow the Devil's Disciples to use you to prepare reluctant la.s.ses for ravishing?" Lucinda asked him politely. "You are, I believe, still angry at this girl for deceiving you, and so, unable to punish her, you punish them."

Her clever reasoning overwhelmed him. "My G.o.d," he exclaimed. "What have I done? I did not realize I was still angry, but even now as I spoke on it I felt wrath again at being so deceived. Fury that Elise could have been so heartless as to throw away the love I had for her. Indignation that a t.i.tle greater than mine and a purse of gold meant more to her than I did. What have I done in my selfish ire?"

"What is done is done," Lucinda said. "Will you allow this woman to continue to control your life by wallowing in remorse over your role as The Master? You have said no one was truly harmed, and you cannot change the past. What you can do is make a better future for yourself, Robbie." She kissed his mouth gently. "We shall spend the rest of the summer being lovers, not adversaries. I will heal all of your wounds. Come September, I shall have my revenge on a duke, a marquess, and a lord. You will have helped me, and certainly that will exculpate your sins." Then she kissed him again.

For the first time in years he felt free, but one thing disturbed him. "You will have to yield yourself to your suitors l.u.s.tful desires, or they will not believe your charade. I cannot bear it that you must do this, Lucinda," he said.

"I am not afraid," she told him. "There is no other way I can whet their appet.i.tes; no other way in which I may turn them one against the other; no way in which I may have real revenge unless I do this. For the rest of their lives they will remember coupling with me before their companions, crying with their pleasure, hearing me cry with mine, and knowing that never again will they have such delight. Each must marry for his own family's sake. While it may be unfair to the women they wed, no woman will ever again satisfy them like I did. And as the years go by, the memory of that September night will take on greater proportions, growing more vivid in their imaginations. They will suffer as they have made other women suffer."

"You are as fierce as an ancient warrior," he said.

"My father often said had I been a boy I would have, like William, my eldest brother, made a good soldier," Lucinda told him. "Will you agree to be my lover, Robert?"

"Yes," he said, "and I shall send the footmen away."

"Oh, no!" Lucinda said wisely. "The Devil's Disciples sent them to you, and if you send them away now, they will report back to whoever is their true master. Let them remain and help you with my education as they have in the past. I know there is a great deal more I need to learn about sensuality, Robbie.

So began the most wonderful summer of their lives. The Master gathered his three randy footmen about him and ex-plained that Lady Lucinda, being a real lady, must be mastered in an entirely different way. He told them he had gained her cooperation and from now on they would be lovers.

"She will learn more this way," he a.s.sured them. "Your part in all of this, I regret, will not be as involved as usual; but this is an unusual case, and we have been well remunerated for our efforts."

"Then," said John, who was the cleverest of the trio, "we are to treat Lady Lucinda as if she were your mistress, and your guest, m'lord?"

"Exactly," he said. "But my ident.i.ty must still remain a mystery to her. It is better that way should we ever meet socially. She will, however, call me by one of my Christian names, Robert, so do not be surprised if you hear her use it. Her late husband was called Robert. I thought the name would comfort her."

"You are indeed a master, m'lord," John said admiringly. "You could sell King George his own crown, and him none the wiser," chuckled the stocky footman.

The other two footmen chuckled also, but then d.i.c.k said, "Will we gets to have a little orgy with her before she leaves us, m'lord? We ain't never had a lady before as you know."

"We must see how things progress," The Master told them. "I will indeed need you for certain things Lady Lucinda needs to learn. She is a most eager pupil. Our employers will be very pleased come September when we meet again."

Polly finally made an appearance before her mistress later that day. She looked tired, and worn.

"Well," she said sourly, "I hope you don't really have to choose one of them lordlings who want to marry you, m'lady. The duke howls while he f.u.c.ks; the marquess almost crushed me with his weight, and his lordship seems to prefer a woman's a.r.s.e to her cunny. I'm sore all over, inside and out."

Lucinda was sitting up in her bed, looking most fetching. One would have never guessed she had spent the entire morn-ing with a wicked little d.i.l.d.o stuffed up her. "The Master and I have come to an arrangement," she told her servant. "I promise you I shall marry none of them, Polly. Now call the footmen, and have them draw me a bath. I stink of l.u.s.t, I fear."

"Well, thank heavens for your decision. But what kind of an arrangement has you made with The Master, m'lady, and can you be certain he will keep his word?"

"He will keep his word, Polly. Now, go and tell John I want a bath. I shall then explain to you what I have done."

Polly hurried off, and when she returned, Lucinda elucidated the situation as it now stood. "But what will yer brother say?" was Polly's concern when her mistress had finished her account of her several conversations with The Master.

"My brother, the villain, is involved up to his chasuble in this matter," Lucinda said. "He can do nothing but my will from now on, else I expose him to the archbishop."

"Ohhh, m'lady, you does have the whiphand," Polly replied admiringly. "Then we will live in London?"

"Perhaps," came the answer, and Lucinda smiled mysteriously.

The bath was quickly set up, and with no care for the three footmen, Lucinda stepped naked from her bed and into the tub. "John," she said, "do see the bed is remade with fresh linens immediately."

"Yes, m'lady," he replied, and sent the other two for the lavender-scented sheets. "Shall I do your back, m'lady?" he asked her.

"Ohhh, yer the bold one!" Polly cried, shocked. "I'm perfectly capable of washing my lady without yer help!" She knelt and, taking up the washing cloth, began to soap it vigorously. Then she began to wash Lucinda, muttering all the while beneath her breath about the cheekiness of certain people.

With a mischievous wink at Lucinda the footman crept up behind Polly and, kneeling down, reached about to cup her two plump b.r.e.a.s.t.s in his big, rough hands.

Polly squealed, surprised, trying to slap him away.

Lucinda laughed, but then she said, "Let her alone, John. If you are at a loss for something to do, please go and fetch me something to eat. I have not been fed since yesterday afternoon. I do not believe it is The Master's intention to starve me."

John arose, but not before giving Polly's nipples a pinch which caused her to squeak again. "At once, m'lady," the footman said. He hurried out as d.i.c.k and Martin returned with the fresh bedding.

"Make the bed quickly, and then be gone," Lucinda told them in a stern voice. Then she said to Polly, "My hair needs washing, too. All that dusty travel two days ago."

"Yes, m'lady," the maid replied, her equilibrium returning.

The two footmen were gone by the time Lucinda stepped from her bath. Polly dried her quickly after wrapping her mistress's hair in a towel first. Then she slipped a scented night garment over her lady, and Lucinda sat by the fire as her maid toweled her thick hair dry, first with the cloth, and then with Lucinda's silver and boar's bristle brush which she had taken from her lady's luggage.

"Am I to unpack everything, m'lady?" she asked as she tied Lucinda's hair back with a blue silk ribbon.

"Of course," came the reply. "It is as if we had gone to Ireland to visit my sister for the summer, Polly. I fear, however, that you shall be required to do the laundry as this house appears to have no servants other than the footmen."

"There's an old lady in the kitchens who is the cook," Polly informed her lady, "and there must be someone to do the linens."

"There well may be, but I doubt The Master wishes his business known to any of the locals. No woman has remained here for more than a week he tells me. You and I, however, will be here for several months. Ask him before you seek any help for yourself. If you must care for me alone, it is only for a short time, eh?"

The door to the chamber opened, and John came in followed by The Master. The footman was carrying a heavy silver tray. He set it carefully upon the table near the fireplace. Delicious aromas arose from the covered dishes.

"Good!" Lucinda said. "I am ravenous!"

"Polly and John are dismissed," The Master said. "I shall serve you myself, Lucinda."

Polly looked nervously to her mistress, but Lucinda said, "While we are in this house, Polly, you will obey The Master. And, John, you may not seduce my servant unless she wants it. Is that understood, you randy billygoat of a mankin?"

"Yes, m'lady," the footman said, but there was a devilish light in his eyes.

Polly curtsied, and the two servants departed the bedchamber.

"Feed me!" Lucinda commanded. "I have not eaten since that delicate little meal I was served yesterday afternoon in your garden shed."

He grinned at her and drew the table nearer, sitting next to her on the small settee by the fire. Lifting a lid from the first dish, he took up a raw oyster and tipped it into her open mouth. She swallowed it down and looked to him for more. He fed her a full dozen, serving himself an equal amount as she swallowed each time. Lifting another of the silver domes, he displayed a small chicken. He tore it in half and took a bite, then offered her one. They alternated bites of the fowl as they had the oysters until it was eaten. The next dish, a long, rectangular one, offered asparagus dripping with a vinegarette. Lucinda picked one up and slowly licked the sauce from the lengthy green stalk. Then her eyes never leaving his, she bit the flower-headed tip from the asparagus and swallowed it down. She sucked upon the stalk, taking the sweetness from it, and then cast it aside. Now she offered him one, but he shook his head.

"They are all yours," he told her with a small smile.

She smiled back and proceeded to eat the vegetable slowly and sensuously as he watched. She could see the bulge in his breeches with each nibble she took. At one point she reached out, patting it. When the asparagus were all devoured, Lucinda gave him her fingers to lick. He sucked upon each digit with very explicit meaning. The last item left on the tray proved to be a dish of strawberries. They fed them to each other until their fingers and their lips were stained red with the juices of the sweet fruits. When the berries were gone and they had licked each other's fingers clean, he brought them each a crystal goblet of wine. Together they drank it down.

"Are you satisfied now?" he demanded of her when the tray had been decimated.

"No," she said. "There is one more thing I desire, Robbie." He laughed. "You are a true vixen, Lucinda," he told her. "Very well, as I am not yet satisfied either, you shall have a second dessert. Come," he said, and pulled her up. Then spinning her about, he bent her over the settee, lifting her night garment.

"Ohh," Lucinda exclaimed, "how deliciously wicked!" The Master loosened his breeches, releasing his male member, and moving carefully behind her, clasped her hips in his hands while he nosed his love lance beneath her into her hot little sheath. "Tis you, my pet, who are wicked," he murmured in her ear as he bent over her. "You are all wet, and ready for me." He thrust deep.

"Ahhh," she cried, "I have never before done it this way!" "There are several ways you have not done it, my pet, but I a.s.sure you that before you leave here in September, you shall know them all, Lucinda. Ahhh, that's it, my angel, come back onto my c.o.c.k!" He pumped her vigorously, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips.

"Ohh, Robert!" she sighed gustily. "I want to learn everything you can teach me before I return to London. Ohhh, yes! Yes! Yes! Yesss!"

Chapter Four.

It was, Lucinda thought in later years, one of the loveliest summers of her life. It was, she realized, the first time in all of her life that she had really been free to do as she pleased, and not what someone else wanted her to do. She had a lover. He was intelligent, charming, and amusing. He was incredibly pa.s.sionate. She was in love with him, and she had known it almost from the first moment they had met. She knew that she must learn his ident.i.ty, for the man who called himself The Master, or Robert, was the only man she would marry.

His house was delightful, built, as she suspected, in the reign of the first Elizabeth when his family had made their fortune in the beginning of the Indies' trade. Their t.i.tle, he said, predated their short-lived wealth. It went back to the times before King William, he who had come from Normandy. It was, Lucinda felt, a home before it was a great house. The walls were paneled; the floors, wide boards. Both were black with age. There were fine, but worn, Turkey carpets in the public rooms, a wonderful library and a picture gallery filled with portraits of the ancestors.

"Do you look like any of your antecedents?" she asked him one day, and he had laughed.

"No," he said. "I look like my mother, and there is no portrait of her as there were no monies to pay an artist when she was alive." He tipped her face up to his, and asked softly, "Does it matter to you what I look like, Lucinda?"

"No," she said, "but you cannot expect me not to be curious, Robbie. For two months we have been lovers, and you have been masked the entire time when you are with me. Even when we ride out across your lands. I understand your reasons for keeping your face from me, but I shall never wed a man who inhabits high society. It is unlikely we would meet socially."

"But if we do one day, and you have not seen my face, then you shall not be ashamed or embarra.s.sed," he replied.

He never spent an entire night with her, disappearing after their lovemaking to his own bedchamber next door, which was firmly barred to her, and to Polly. " I must know who he is!" she said to her maidservant. "I must know!"

"Shouldn't think you'd care given the skillful way he wields that big c.o.c.k of his," Polly answered saucily. "I asked John what he looks like, and he says he ain't anything special."

"You and John are rather thick," Lucinda noted.

"He wants to marry me, m'lady," Polly confessed.

"You'd marry a man who practices such a profession as he does?" Lucinda was surprised.

"John's pa wants him to come home to Hereford and take over his smithy, m'lady," Polly said. "He only went into service to better himself, but he says now he realizes he's better in the smithy."

"Do you want to marry him, Polly?" Lucinda asked her maid.

"Oh, yes, m'lady, I do!" the girl said. "I'd have me own house and everything. John's pa is a widower."

"You two seem to have discussed this quite thoroughly," Lucinda said thoughtfully. "When do you plan to leave me?"

"John and me both agree, m'lady, that we won't go till this is over and done with. I explained everything to him, and he thinks you're ever so brave to do what you must do to have your revenge," Polly told her mistress. "He says The Master has been a good master, and he knows he's not going to do this any more after you are gone."

"Do you mean to tell me Robert is retiring as The Master of the Devil's Disciples?" He had really meant it, Lucinda considered, excited.

"Yes, m'lady, he is. He says he is bored and tired of it."

"I must learn his true ident.i.ty," Lucinda said, "but how?" She looked to Polly. "Would John know?"