“Did your cock just clang against that cage?” asked the High Buckthorn, the second-in-command at the Forest. He looked down at the chastity device dubiously, and Adam could almost see a quizzing glass of the sort used decades ago in his hand.
Why men who gathered to wear masks and share women needed a clearly defined hierarchy, Adam wasn’t sure. Why they even needed masks was unclear to him — though they were strictly required in the Forest. It likely had something to do with only being able to get hard when told they were superior and special; most of these gents were aristocrats, and they had all the quirks to prove it.
Selective arousal was not a problem Adam was currently experiencing. He looked down at his best friend, and the thing was straining so hard against the cage he feared it might leave marks. He shivered at the idea, his dick pressing harder into the restraint. What if Lucy took him out of his cage and saw those marks? Licked—
“Living up to your name, aren’t you, Sapwood?” asked Stagshade from the throne next to him.
Adam looked lower, and of course his cock was drooling onto the plush green fabric meant to mimic the forest floor. His lack of dominion over his cock’s emissions had gotten him into this mess in the first place, so it only seemed right that he should leak while suffering through his punishment.
Only…it didn’t feel so much like an unwanted punishment. More like a pleasurable game he was playing with Lucy while she wouldn’t deign to touch him. As long as she played with him, somehow, he’d do anything for her. While he was skeptical of why men needed a hierarchy for fucking, he reveled in the idea of his girl lording over him. And dominating his needy cock.
“Lovely girl,” grunted Thorncock. “Nice thighs and hips and tits. Since you can’t, I’ll fill her real good. Maybe we’ll put a baby in her. You wouldn’t mind, would you, Sapwood?” The fiend had the audacity to turn to Adam as if flashing him a grin before directing his gaze back to where Lucy was being touched by the Rutlord.
Adam pressed his knuckles into his lips, grinding the flesh against his teeth to contain the keening wail that threatened to escape. The flash of an image had him almost twisting in his chair for want of stimulation: Lucy, heavy with a baby, those curves more generous than ever, her breasts swollen with milk.
He opened his thighs wider, then closed them, rocking his cock against the cage wires that tried to restrain him. The pain of being held in place as he hardened was becoming pleasure, all inflicted on him from a distance by that minx he adored.
“I don’t think you’re keeping to the spirit of your punishment,” said Stagshade, his voice suggesting that he had a rare smile behind that papier-mâché mask.
They were enjoying his suffering too much, but Adam refused to feel humiliated by the lengths to which he’d go to win Lucy. Butwin her for what? It was a question he’d been pondering since he began pounding on that service door all those months ago. He wanted her. But for what?
“That harp,” muttered the High Buckthorn, looking towards the tapestry barrier that divided the musicians and their delicate sensibilities from the ritual ravishment carried out only steps away. He grasped his thick cock and worked a thumb over his exposed cockhead slowly, in time with the strange melody that seemed to enchant him.
“Is your girl as soft on the inside as she is on the outside?” asked Stagshade, stroking his shaft and admiring Lucy.
“How does she feel about big boys?” asked Thorncock, his enormous cock in his meaty hand. His broad, thick frame turned to watch as Lucy lowered to the ground before the Rutlord.
At their leader’s signal, the three uncaged men stood and walked to the banks of the reflecting pool to fuck Lucy. Adam stayed behind, as ordered.
He was harder and more frustrated than he’d ever been in his life but determined to do whatever it took to win Lucy.
He had no idea how far he’d have to go to secure her.
Chapter 5
As Lucy lowered tothe soft floor of the Forest, she experienced another moment of panic. Was she really doing this? Allowing all these many men to have their way with her, while Adam watched?
But, she reflected, they weren’t havingtheirway with her. They were going to haveherway with her, a decadent ritual very much in line with her own wishes and desires if the slick feeling between her thighs was anything to go by.
As Lucy assumed the position on her hands and knees, she locked eyes with Adam. Then looked lower to see the chastity cage she’d ordered him to wear, now glinting between his legs. He shifted his thighs further apart as if to show her he’d followed her instructions, and she wanted nothing more than to go to him and observe his restrained cock. She’d have been surprised if Wellington at Waterloo felt so much as a fraction of the triumphshe was feeling now on the floor of the Forest, seeing her man willingly caged for her. She was so hot, so beyond the limits of pain that she could have taken every cock in Belgravia before she floated down to reality again.
“You ready for your first Buck?” asked the man who had recognized signs of her pregnancy.
Was she ready to be fucked and filled by four virile men? Lucy supposed she wouldn’t truly know until the events began, but her body hummed with anticipation.
“Yes,” she said.
And then she felt him, his thick cockhead pushing into her entrance and spreading her without mercy. It was a sudden claiming, and she wanted it but found that she longed for Adam’s teasing and slow seduction.
“Oh, I see why he likes you,” the man said as he grasped the flesh on her hips and eased her back onto his shaft.
She was full after so many months of swinging from exhaustion to getting ill to bursts of sexual desire. Lucy had rubbed her own cunny until her hand cramped some nights; finally, a man was taking care of that need deep within.
But not the right man. Adam slumped in his chair, hand flitting down as if to stroke his cock, then darting away when he remembered that cage he was wearing. Good. Eventually he propped his elbow on the armrest and held his masked headin his hand, all the while watching her getting fucked by his fellow Buck. She felt torn: she wanted his pain and restriction, but wanted the ecstatic release they seemed to create so well together more.
The other three Grand Bucks arrived at where the man was fucking Lucy on the floor.
“She’s a pretty girl,” said one man. “I like the shapely ones.”
