Serenity's Dream by Brita Addams Read Free Book Online

lightly. "Now, now, I believe you asked for it."
    "I certainly did. And you know how to deliver, do you not?"
    "So I've been told."
    "I rather fancy the burning cheeks."
    "That's very good, because we've not even gotten started. I have wonderful plans
    for this arse. Now, spread your legs wide for me." In doing so, her cheeks separated,
    exposing her completely. It was indeed a veritable playground of delights.
    He slid a finger down between her cheeks and stopped to tease her anus. He was
    surprised she reacted by moving back toward him. He opened the drawer in the
    bedside table and retrieving a bottle of oil. He poured some of the liquid over the
    delicate pink pucker and rubbed gently before slipping a finger within the muscled
    confines. Serenity groaned and again wriggled back toward him. He took her silent
    encouragement and delved deeper. Her tiny muscles gave way to his intrusion, until
    the entire length of his finger was fully seated. She moaned with satisfaction and began
    to move.
    "Do you like this, Serenity?" he asked, marveling at the discovery.
    "Oh my good lord, yes. It is divine."
    He slipped in another finger to join the first, working them back and forth, in and
    out, to Serenity's obvious delight. With his other hand, he again worked her clitoris,
    until she came in a thunder of screams and shouts. The waves of ecstasy kept crashing
    over her, her reaction to his ministrations seemingly never ending. He continued, until
    she obviously could take no more. Before she came back to herself, he entered her,
    leaving his two fingers buried deep in her arse.
    As he was reputed to do, he rode her to insensibility. She redefined moaning,
    mewling like a kitten and roaring like a lioness in heat. He liked his women vocal.
    There was no room for the shy, retiring type of woman in his bed. Serenity did not
    resemble her name in the least.
    He pumped her hard, using his expertise to hold his own orgasm back. With
    slow, forceful strides, he rode her, prolonging the blissful torture. When he could hold
    back no more, he encouraged her to her release once again, his fingers and cock doing
    what they did best. The muscles in his neck tensed and pulsed, bulging as he strained.
    His thighs tensed and quivered. Lucien came to a crashing climax, Serenity's shouts
    mixed with his, one indistinguishable from the other in exquisite agony.
    Finally, he collapsed beside her, pulling her close to his side. She nestled against
    his heaving chest, gasping for breath.
    "You again reacted quite favorably when I fucked your arse with my fingers."
    "It was wonderful."
    "The next step, with some preparation, would be me entering you with a glass or
    marble phallus, which will be bigger than my fingers. Would you like that?"
    "I believe I would."
    "I must warn you—it can be painful. But with preparation and relaxation, it
    could be quite pleasant. Now, sleep. The morrow brings new delights, and you must be
    rested."
    Lucien couldn't remove the smile from his face. His wife had pleased him
    immensely with her willingness in his bed—a far cry from his single experience with
    her. She'd taken his punishment with aplomb, and the intercourse that followed was
    like nothing he'd ever experienced. He vowed her precious little bottom would always
    remain crimson and would ache just a bit. It pleased him to take on the task.
    But a cold chill of something unidentifiable slithered down his spine. Her sudden
    reappearance in his life did not jibe with what he'd always known of her. She was
    pragmatic to the core. It appeared to be rather impulsive on her part to simply appear
    unannounced in his library—now, after her ten year, rather apathetic absence—and
    state she wished to be his wife.
    You cannot trust her, old boy, he told himself. All is not as it appears.

    * * * * *

    When Serenity woke the next morning, she found a note on her pillow from
    Lucien. It said he looked forward to meeting with her when she was ready.
    She laid back on