The Pleasure Room (2 page)

I glanced out of the window and wondered if my outing tonight would take care of my aching need or if it would cause more desire to swell within me.

The carriage rocked from side to side, and I once again fingered the mask.

Of course I was being perhaps too confident that I would be chosen to enter and then be handpicked to go to the special room. The pleasure room. It sounded so naughty and dirty.

The carriage turned the corner and the Thames came into view. Such a beautiful evening and the sun had not yet set.

The driver slowed the carriage and bile rose in my throat as he pulled the horse up and we stopped outside a mews house. He hurried down and opened the door, holding my hand as I stepped outside into the brisk night air.

“Shall I wait for you, Lady Bryers?”

“There is no need to wait here, but be sure to return in two hours.”

“Yes, my lady.”

I didn’t know anyone in the area, and hence could not stay overnight. However, I was confident my needs would be met within two hours.

I walked toward the front door. It was painted a bright red color and a candle had been lit in the lamp on the wall beside it.

As I mounted the steps, I tried to calm myself, but heard my own heart beating in my ears. I took a deep breath, placed the mask upon my face and then rapped on the door.

It seemed to take forever for someone to open it, and when they did it was a woman with blonde curls, also wearing a mask with a blue butterfly across the bridge of the nose.

I was now speechless. The ladies at the table had not revealed, or at least I hadn’t heard them reveal, what one said to try to gain admittance. I almost turned and rushed back down the stairs, feeling I couldn’t go through with it.

“Do you wish to gain entry?” she asked.

“Yes, yes, I do.”

“And do you promise to keep secret the happenings of the pleasure club?”

The pleasure club. The ladies had just mentioned the pleasure room.

“Yes, of course,” I said, not knowing what to say.

She stepped aside and made a sweeping motion with her hand. I assumed that was my invitation into the house. My legs shook as I raised my foot over the threshold.

“May I take your cloak?” she asked.

“Yes, thank you.”

I popped the button, swung it off my shoulders and handed it to her. She hung it on a peg and then took a ribbon from a bowl on a table.

“Here is your number. I suggest you tie it around your wrist where the gentlemen can clearly see it.”

I was confused now. I should have probably listened more intently to the women, but Anthony had interrupted me. I wrapped the ribbon around my wrist and made sure the number fourteen was displayed.

“If you will follow me, your journey into pleasure will begin.”

I didn’t know whether to be excited or frightened. Unsure of what I had gotten myself into, I followed her. She led me through a narrow corridor with a bright red carpet. I heard voices coming from a room at the back of the house. Doors lined the corridor, and I wondered which one led to the pleasure room.

She pulled back a curtain, revealing another door, and opened it. It was where the sound of voices had come from. She encouraged me to go inside. A fire was lit in the giant hearth, candles burned, and the room was huge. About thirty people mingled inside.

“Enjoy yourself.”

She closed the door and was gone before I could say I had changed my mind. I turned around and a man in a black mask approached me. He lifted my wrist to look at my number.

“You are new to the club,” he said. I nodded. “Come along and let me show you off a little. Perhaps you will whet some appetites.”

He took hold of my hand and led me over to the fireplace. Several men turned in my direction. My stomach flipped a few times as I wondered what they were thinking and what would happen next.

“Number seventeen,” a man called out.

A lady wearing a blue dress and matching mask walked over to him, and together they left the room.

“I can feel you are shaking,” he said. “Do not fear. There is nothing but pleasure to be felt once one is chosen and steps across the line into the abyss.”

He did nothing to calm my fears, and suddenly there were warm breaths upon my shoulders. I turned to see two men standing behind me. Even through their masks I could tell they were eyeing me from head to toe. They said nothing and simply walked away.

“I think they liked what they saw. Now I shall leave you, because I have my eye upon a lady, but perhaps we shall meet in the pleasure room one night.”

He walked away and then called out, “Number five.” A lady with a pink dress walked over to him and they too left the room, the woman giggling all the way to the door.

I walked over to pretend I was looking at a painting on the wall. Another gentleman brushed by me, grazing my cleavage.

Two men called out number eleven at the same time, and a lady left with both of them.

I perspired, beads of sweat pooling under the mask and between my breasts. I had obviously done something very stupid. I was about to leave when two men called my number. I froze in the spot where I stood, unable to take another step. They approached me. Neither one I had seen yet.

“Your first time, no doubt,” said one, offering me his arm.

I took it and soon the two of them led me out of the room. I had never had sex with two men at the same time, so I wanted to run again, but was too embarrassed to admit I’d been a fool to come there.

The woman who had shown me into the house sat at a table. She handed one of the men a key with a pink ribbon hanging from it.

“Enjoy,” she told us as they led me up a winding staircase.

We arrived at the first floor. They turned to the left and headed down a hallway. A woman groaned inside one of the rooms we passed. Bedsprings sang out in another. The men stopped in front of a room that had a red cloth tied around its handle.

“Turn around,” one of the men told me.

I did as he asked and then bile rose in my throat when I realized they were blindfolding me. I heard the door being opened, and the men helped me inside.

Realizing I’d made some awful mistake, I wanted to run, but knew that would seem stupid of me. I’d come there of my own free will. I was an adult, and perhaps this would be the best thing that had ever happened to me.

The room was warm, and I assumed, just like the grand room on the first floor, this too had a roaring fire lit in its hearth.

One of the man’s lips was upon my shoulder. Then one of them ran his fingers along my collarbone. How long would they keep me blindfolded? One kissed me on top my right breast. The sweetest, lightest touch to my skin. Something was put in front of my mouth.

“Lick and taste,” said one.

I pushed out my tongue, coming in contact with something round and smooth.

“Can you guess what it is?” he asked

I shook my head. It had barely any taste at all.

“Then may I suggest you bite into it.”

I pushed my lips forward, taking it into my mouth, and slowly sank my teeth into it, allowing it to release its juices. By its taste I knew it was a grape.

“Now you probably know.”

“Am I correct in thinking it is a grape?”

“You are,” he said.

“And how about this? Take a sip,” said the other man. I could tell the difference between them because one had a deeper voice.

He put what I knew to be a glass near my lips and then gently tipped its contents into my mouth. Wine, very good wine.

“Red wine?” I asked.

“Are you sure you were not peeping?”

I shook my head. I was in total darkness.

“The blindfold will help you with sensory perceptions and hence your sexual experience will be heightened,” he said, running his hands over the tops of my breasts.

“These are such fine works of art,” he said before kissing them. “Perhaps we should free you of your dress and undergarments so we can see them in all their splendor.”

I swallowed. No man besides my husband had seen me naked. Before my marriage to him, I had been a virgin.

They unbuttoned the bodice of my dress, running their hands over my body as they did so. One set of hands was rougher than the other. I wondered what these men did for a living and who they were. How many women had they brought to this room?

My dress fell onto the tops of my feet. Despite the room being warm, suddenly a cold breeze brushed my shoulders. I wanted to shudder, but stopped myself in fear they would think I was nervous and an amateur.

One held my hand, encouraging me to step out of the dress. The other unfastened the clasps on my bodice. One, two, three…they loosened and the bodice fell open, allowing more cool air to invade my body. It was peeled away just as my dress had been.

Even blindfolded, I could tell the men stood on either side of me, each pulling down my undergarment, freeing my body of the last piece of clothing that offered me privacy. Each one of my leggings was rolled down my legs. They lifted my feet to free me of them, and I realized now I stood naked before them.

They ran their hands up my thighs, over my mound, my belly and then massaged my breasts as a mouth settled on either side of my face. They tugged my nipples, sending them into a frenzy until they were hard and ached for more of the same. I was certain I had groaned.

“The lady likes it,” said the one with the deeper voice.

They played with my breasts, teasing them, scooping them up until I groaned again. Both men blew across them.

“Where else do you like to be touched?”

“Everywhere,” I said without thinking. It was true. I craved more of their touch now.

They ran their hands down my belly, making it quiver. Fingers dove into my pubic hair, pulling it, and then burying in it. One finger slid in between it, grazing my clit. It had not been touched by a man since April almost two years ago. I knew that for certain, because my husband had made love to me the night before his accident. The one that had cut short his life.

One of the men rubbed it until it throbbed. I groaned again. They lifted me. I held on tight, not sure where they were taking me and then found myself on something soft. A bed perhaps?

“Lie down on your belly,” said one of them.

I turned onto my stomach, setting my left cheek on the cover. The bed went down on either side of me, and I guessed they’d now joined me. They ran their hands over my body, down my spine and then over my buttocks. Down my legs and back up again. One of them pushed my legs apart while another set of hands ran up my inner thighs.

“Here, raise your hips,” said the one with the deep voice.

I lifted my body and what I knew was a pillow was pushed underneath my hips and belly.

“A much better view.” That was the one with the deep voice.

I knew what they were referring to when they mentioned view. My pussy was now on full display. They ran their hands over my butt cheeks, running their fingers over my anus, circling my pussy opening. My juices oozed from within me at the mere thought of one of them being inside me. I gasped when one put his finger deep into my channel.

“Good and tight, and I am guessing the lady has not been pleasured for a long time.”

“Does the lady want us to loosen her up a little?” The one with the deep voice spoke close to my ear.

“I do.”

I wasn’t sure if they were both taking turns inserting their fingers into me or just one was finger fucking me. I didn’t care, because it felt so heavenly to have my pussy stimulated by someone else besides myself.

I rested my face on my arm as they plunged deeper and higher. My thighs throbbed and then my pussy did the same. I sensed they would soon bring me to my climax in a few minutes.

It came upon me sooner then I imagined, perhaps because I’d gone so long without a man’s touch. My legs shook and I cried out onto my arm. They flipped me over onto my back. My breathing gradually went back to normal.

“Hold out your hand,” said one of them.

I lifted it.

“I am Simon,” he said. I wondered if that was his real name. He laid something in my palm. “Close your hand,” he said.

I did and then realized it was his cock.

“Feel it,” he said.

I ran my hands up and down it, knowing it was probably beautiful with its veins standing out. It throbbed in my palm.

“Let go,” he said.

It sounded almost like a demand. I loosened my grip.

“I am Alan,” said the one with the deeper voice. “Hold out your hand again.”

I did so and something was placed upon it.

“Grip it, feel it.”

His cock was bigger, smoother. I think I licked my lips.

“We’re both going to fuck you, but you have to choose which one takes you first.”

“Alan,” I said without thinking. Being greedy for the bigger of the two.

One of them pulled off the blindfold. Both men were naked, but like me still wore their masks.

Alan shoved my legs apart, went between them and lifted his cock toward my pussy with his right hand. He ran the tip around the entrance of my channel, over my folds and then…

Dear god, he pushed inside me and I was tight, partly out of not being fucked for so long, partly because I was nervous about having sex with another man, a stranger, of all people.

Simon got onto the bed too as Alan began a steady thrust inside me. He played with my nipples and kissed the side of my neck and then ran his tongue along my lips as Alan pounded deeper inside me, making my body come alive as I never would have believed it would ever again.

It was strange, but I thought of Anthony. How I lay awake at night and wished he would break into my room and ravish me, fuck me until I couldn’t take it any longer. I would beg him to stop, but he wouldn’t, knowing full well I didn’t really want him to.

My pussy pulled and fluttered as the masked face went back and forth, back and forth, over me. The other masked man now was at my chest as Simon sucked my nipple.

Would Anthony be shocked if he knew I visited a place like this and had been fucked by not one but two strangers? Probably, but he would never know.

My pussy pulled again, and I realized I was on the verge of a climax. I cried out. Simon kissed me and then Alan came. He pulled out of my pussy. The men changed places, and within seconds it was Simon who was inside me. He made me hot and wet and made me want both of them more and more with each thrust of his hips.