The Awakening, Zuleika and the Barbarian by Bertrice Small Read Free Book Online Page B

now. Josie and Leonie will tell you all about the gentlemen who come here. You are less likely to be frightened of them if you know something about them. Remember they will know nothing about you other than you are my widowed niece." Renée closed her eyes, and drew her black satin sleep mask down over her eyes again. "Go away, chérie."
    Marguerite tiptoed from her aunt's bedchamber and hurried down the corridor to a small blue and white salon, where the other two young women were now seated in loose house robes, and sipping cups of green tea while they nibbled on miniature meat pasties.
    "Madame says you will join us tonight, but only to be social, not to fuck. Sacrebleu! I cannot wait until you are ready to fuck. Last night there were a dozen men here and but the two of us, although Madame took the duke off to amuse herself. Leonie and I were up all night satisfying the others."
    "You see more than one gentleman a night?" Marguerite asked.
    "Usually," Josie said, tossing her tangled red curls. "And each one is different. I always thought a cock was just a cock, but Madame Renée showed me otherwise."
    "They will certainly enjoy fucking you," Leonie said, licking a crumb from the corner of her mouth. "You are beautiful, of course, but not having known a man's passion in several years, you will be very tight, almost a virgin again," she giggled.
    "Mon Dieu , I hope not to suffer like a virgin as I did on my wedding night," Marguerite told them.
    "Non! Non!" Leonie reassured her. "The virgin shield does not grow back, chérie . Your love sheath will just be very tight, and how the gentlemen love a tight sheath. Josie and I douche with a mixture of alum and warm water, as Madame taught us, to retain the tightness. We'll show you how to do it too."
    Marguerite nodded, then she said, "Tell me about who comes."
    "They all come when we have them," Josie giggled wickedly.
    "Non! Non! I meant. . ." Marguerite blushed.
    "She knows what you meant," Leonie laughed. "I see it is up to me to be serious. Well, chérie , there is the Duc de Caraville. Tall, dark, and dangerous. And, mon Dieu! What an insatiable lover! General Egide. He is older, and content to have a simple fuck. He was one of Napoleon's generals. Occasionally Monsieur Georges comes to visit from Nantes, where he is a wealthy silk merchant. Sometimes he brings us beautiful bolts of material. He can be most generous. Count Cirello comes from Rome because he is so respected there, but because his brother is a cardinal, he dare not misbehave. He comes to Paris several times a year, and is very naughty here."
    "How is he naughty?" Marguerite asked.
    "He likes to bottom-fuck," Josie explained. "Ever been bottom-fucked? Try it once, but if you don't like it, stay away from the count! Tell her about the Persians, Leonie."
    "They are princes. Identical twins and ambassadors to the court from their own king. They like to have a woman together, and they always come at the exact same time. It's amazing! And then there's Lord Darby. He raises horses for racing at Ascot, and Prince Dmitri Romanov, a cousin of the czar. He comes from St. Petersburg twice a year. He is a famous gambler, and very lucky too."
    "The others aren't as interesting. Count St. Denis, Monsieur de Eustache, who is a banker, Baron Amalhardt. Now the baron likes to spank us before he fucks us," Josie explained.
    "I thought my aunt allowed no brutality," Marguerite said nervously.
    "He doesn't hurt you. Just gives your buttocks a good warming, which seems to make his cock hard as a rock. He can ream a girl for half an hour before coming, chérie , and you will come a dozen times before he does. He's really quite wonderful," Josie sighed.
    "Oui!" Leonie agreed. "He is a true artiste with his love lance. He has a wife in Bavaria. They have been wed for twelve years, and they have eleven children. That is why he comes to Paris so often. The baroness is always breeding, poor woman."
    "If that is so," Marguerite fretted,