“You’re so close to my cock, Luce. Why don’t you give it a kiss? The cage won’t bite you, only me.”
Lucy drew close, then backed away. “I don’t think I will.”
His whines were extravagant and his anguish at being separated from his Lucy, real. Adam reached for her dear face and held those darling cheeks in his hands. What he wouldn’t give to hold her like this every day.
“Don’t you want to tie my hands down?” he asked. “Restrain me?”
Lucy let out a wail as the High Buckthorn hit a spot that felt incredible, then stroked that place again and again until she knew he must be a master of the cock. Well, they all were, but her Adam needed some training.
“You need to restrainyourself,” she finally said.
“But how am I supposed to while inside the softest, prettiest cunny in the world?”
Lucy groaned. He suspected it wasn’t just because the Buckthorn was fucking her right.
And then Adam grew serious, staring deep into her eyes and stroking her neck. “I’m sorry for failing to withdraw, Lucy. I’d never mean to hurt you.”
“You could have put a baby inside of me!” she hissed.
Adam moaned, picturing Lucy at his side, swollen with his child. He wanted that, perhaps wanted it on some level even in the Astwell hallway where he’d made the mistake that had ruined the past few months.
“I’m sorry, Luce,” he said to her pleasured, anguished face. “So sorry.”
His voluptuous maid with the softest cunny was pretty as a cameo, and she knew how to get him hotter than sin. How to dominate him and his unruly cock until the pain and pleasure mixed. He didn’t need to lower himself, just elevate her socially so she could hold sway over everyone else, as she did him.
She didn’t need the fine watches, a wall of shoes, and monogrammed handkerchiefs to remind her of her place in theorder of things, the way he did. She may have been born in an orphanage and worked as a maid, but that didn’t reflect a dignity and dominion usually seen only in queens. Unlike Victoria, Lucy didn’t need a grand name or trappings of empire to rule. She was enough. And he'd do anything to take his place at her side.
Lucy saw something in Adam’s eyes behind his Buck mask and wanted to see his expression. More than anything, she needed to see him.
“Take it off,” she gasped as the High Buckthorn thrust deep. “Your mask. I want to see you.”
Adam reacted without hesitation and reached for the mask.
“Sapwood!” exclaimed Thorncock. “Know this: the Grand Bucks will rescind your membership if you remove that mask in the Forest.”
“Don’t let a momentary flight of fancy end your bucking days,” said Stagshade.
“It’s true, Sapwood,” said the Rutlord ominously. “The mask must stay on in the Forest, should you wish to remain a Buck.”
Adam looked at the Bucks fondly, then at those spindly trees reaching towards the ceiling of the ballroom. This place, this brotherhood, used to mean so much. And then he looked at Lucy, gazing up at him expectantly. He wouldn’t let her down, not now.
He decisively pulled the Buck mask from his head, shaking out his hair to remove any stray paper.
“My lady commands me, and I must obey,” he said, showing Lucy the love-struck smile he’d been hiding all along. “You see, she has a very special claim on me.”
She was stunned. Adam Chevestrer had not only submitted to her demands publicly, but he was forgoing further membership in the Bucks simply to give her what she wanted at this moment? Her heart stuttered. Could he truly care for her? He certainly acted like a man full of remorse. Would that be enough?
“Make my girl come hard, High Buckthorn,” said Adam, his gaze tender as Lucy took the shock of his friend’s thrusts.
And she finally knew then, finally understood some truth of what magical thing was happening between them. And Lucy wanted to reward Adam for submitting to her so completely, so publicly.
She ran her small hands up his thighs, pushing through the hair on them and feeling the muscles within.
“Luce, that feels so good,” he said, his head lolling to one side.
Then she trailed a finger over his shaved sack, imagining that he must be sensitive there and wanting to prime him for exquisite pleasure.
“Fuck, Lucy, you’re gonna make me bust inside this cage if you keep that up,” he whined.
