Mistress For Sale: The Greenbrier Trilogy, Book Three

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Morning sun poured through the window of Thaddeus and Nora’s room. Their suite was a reflection of the one occupied by Beau and Lucy just across the hall. Upon entry to each, guests met with a massive four-poster bed draped heavily with tapestry. Thick rugs of Far East design covered the stone floor. A small sitting area was located to the left of the bed in front of a stone fireplace with an elegant gilded mirror above the marble mantel. In the mirror, a highboy on the other side of the room was reflected as well as a door that led into a dressing room and private bath. At the moment, their suitcases, trunks and boxes still stood in a neat pile next to the highboy.

In the great bed, Nora snuggled up with him, both enjoying the richness that surrounded them at every turn. “Did you know about this place?” she asked.

“Before we ever left New York.”

“I feel bad for Lucy. She would really like being a slave if she’d just let herself be one.”

Thaddeus cradled her a little closer. “Not everyone is as eager as you to be owned, my pet. I’m sure the doctor knew what he was getting himself into when he married her.”

“I’m not. You don’t know Lucy like I do, Sir. She can be quite contrary.” Nora watched the sunlight move across the wall. “He really should have told her.”

“Perhaps,” his big hand stroked the top of her head, “but that is the Master’s prerogative to reveal or not reveal what he’s up to.”

“I suppose.”

Thad looked down at Nora’s long, strawberry blonde hair. “This really concerns you, doesn’t it?” His wife nodded. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll talk to the doctor about keeping you both on the same lesson plan. You’re used to being a slave far more than Lucy. You could guide and teach her right along with the instructors.”

Nora’s head tipped up, showing him the traces of fear in her hazel eyes. “You mean, you won’t be doing the instructing, Sir?”

“Not all of it.”

She frowned in response.

“Does that bother you?”

“A little, but if you think that this is what is best for me, I won’t let it bother me.”

“That’s my girl,” he kissed her forehead. “Now, before we drag ourselves from this bed, we’ve both lacked in some attention lately.” Though he could not see her smile, Thad would feel the elation in the way her body shifted and pressed against him differently.

He didn’t even have to ask for her to assume the proper position. Nora rolled over and went up on all fours, letting the warmth of the blankets fall away from her naked body. While she turned, Thad slid himself up on the pillows and leaned his back against the headboard. Nora crawled over his lap. His warm hand ran up one thigh and down the other, making large, slow circles on her bottom. With his fingertips he tickled her skin, first her left butt cheek then her right until Nora wiggled her bottom playfully. Thaddeus’ rugged hand drew back and, with a quick, short slap, brought it down on her ass. Nora purred. He moved to the other cheek, smacking her a second time before returning to the feathery strokes of before. When he felt her sigh, his hand came back a third, fourth, fifth, and sixth time, drawing the first traces of pink to her skin. Thad’s fingers moved to check between her legs and drew away pleased.

The hand came down again and again, harder with each strike, until Nora let out a little cry of pain. Thad held her down with his left arm, pressing her tight to his lap, before continuing the spanking. Her bottom grew pinker and pinker before taking on the dark, rosy hue Thad liked so much. Nora panted into the blankets. Normally they would have stopped at this point; but, today, he wanted to push her a little further. Each slap aroused him as much as it pained her. Harder now, three strikes to one side before switching to the other, then four, then five until Nora squirmed to get away. There was a faint little hitch in her throat, but still Thad continued until he got what he wanted, the trickle of two little tears from her eyes.

“Had enough, pet?”

Nora swallowed before she spoke, “Only if… if you say so, Master.”

He delivered a dozen more hits, satisfied when she finally let out another cry and more tears ran down her face. “Now you’ve had enough.” Thad nudged her away slightly. She lifted herself slowly, arms shaking and moved her head down to his groin, offering him a full view of her glowing, red ass. Nora’s lips wrapped around his c**k, drawing it in hard. “Oh, yes, that’s nice,” he said just loud enough for Nora to hear. His hips lifted a little bit, pushing himself deeper into her throat. “Hold it there and suck.” Nora drew on his shaft harder, moving her tongue around its thickness. “Yesss…” he moaned, his fingers playing with her s*x. “Should I let you c*m today?”

Nora whimpered, giving no answer but her continued attention to his manhood. It had been weeks since he’d given her release. Her body rocked a little over him and he could tell how much she wanted it. Thad drew her p***y lips together and pulled them down gently as her groan intensified. “Keep sucking, that’s it.”

His own need was growing more focused and his hips pulsed to match the rhythm of her mouth. Thad let his head rest back on the pillows, concentrating on the pleasure he was feeling. Letting his slave bring him closer and closer until the hot tingle and pulse pushed upwards and she opened her throat to his fluid. Thad felt, rather than heard, a deep moan rise from the center of his chest. Nora kept his c**k in her mouth until he pulled it away and let her shift to her side on the bed, his creamy residue still glazing her lips and chin.

Thad bent down and kissed it away. “Good girl, pet. Such a good girl. I really should reward you, shouldn’t I?” She had rolled to her back slightly, legs just parted. Thad’s hand went to her s*x, teasing the little bud he could just see. “Open your legs wider.” Her legs spread apart, displaying the pink moisture of her own desire. Fingers pushed deeply into that place until her breath trembled. “Yes, I should reward you. But,” his hand moved out, covered with moisture, “not yet. A few more days, I think.”

Nora moaned, “Oh, please, Thad.”

The reporter only chuckled, “Soon, I promise.”

The Morning Room was light and cheerful, illuminated more with the rising sun than the overhead gas lamps. Yellow sheers dressed the windows, making the whole room glow warmly. About half the size of the room they had dined in last night, the Morning Room could easily sit twenty people. When Thad and Nora entered, eight places were already taken, four of them by persons as of yet, unmet.

“Ah, there are our sleepy-heads now. Come, come,” the Countess waved her hand in the air and gestured to the two remaining empty spaces. “We have yet to even get our coffee, no worries. Sit, sit. You slept well?”

“Very well. Thank you, Countess,” Thad replied, holding the chair for his wife before taking the seat beside her. “Where is Miss Daniels this morning?”

“Breakfast in bed with her toy,” the Countess said with a grin. “Please, meet two of our other guests, won’t you?” The Countess indicated the couple who sat directly opposite Thad and Nora. “This is Master Dima and his wife, Mistress Katrina.”

Dima had a snow-white mustache that drooped over his lips and along the sides of this mouth. Thick sideburns arched down, almost touching the sides of the mustache. His wife wore her long, curly hair pulled up into a pile on her head. Streams of ebony ringlets hung down to her shoulders and framed her face. Both had icy blue eyes. The two men dutifully stood and shook hands across the narrow table, acknowledging the ladies with a nod. “And this,” the Countess patted the hand of the person beside her, “is my beloved, Tara, my personal servant and slave,” she said with great pride.

“Pleased to meet you, Tara.”

“Likewise, Sir.” Tara was of a similar build to the Countess, but slightly shorter and just a little bit rounder. What surprised Thad the most was that Tara appeared, at first, to be a man. She was dressed in trousers, shirt, and vest and her hair was cut short. The voice, however, was distinctly female.

“Well, now that we are all here, where is our coffee? Laurent, please see what is taking so long.” Laurent rose from his place on the other side of the Countess. “Are we all ready for our tour this morning?” she asked eagerly. “It’s been so long since I’ve given new people a tour. You know, other than Sir Benjamin, I think our last new guests must have been Lord Giovanni and his Mia and that was ages ago.”

“Lord Giovanni, I’ve not thought of him in years!” Beau said.

“He was scheduled to be here last week. I’m not sure what the hold up is. But, I do hope he makes it.”

“A fine man. I should like my Lucy to meet him.”

“Perhaps he could help with her training?” the Countess asked.

“My thoughts exactly.” Beau ignored the annoyed look Lucy gave him. “You’ll like him, my dear. He can help you brush up on your Italian.”

“Do you speak Italian?” Katrina spoke with a thick Russian accent.

Lucy smiled meekly, “A little, Ma’am, yes.”

“Lord Giovanni will like that. It is not often he finds someone here to speak to in his native tongue,” Katrina continued.

“Lucy is Italian, Kat. She’s a Borgia.”

“A Borgia? Ah,” the Russian woman’s lips twisted into a wicked smile, “you should be careful then, eh, doctor? That would explain something, I think.”

“What do you mean?” Beau asked.

“That is only to say,” she continued, “that you must treat your wife very nicely so you do not end up like the first few husbands of the infamous Borgia we’ve all heard tales about.”

“I treat Lucy as she deserves to be treated, Katrina.”

“Da.” Katrina had a narrow, cat-like face that seemed to grow just a little narrower as her lips pinched together and her eyebrows rose.

Lucy was having a hard time figuring out which of the two Russians was the submissive. “And I treat Master Beau as he deserves, Ma’am. We are very happy with our arrangement as I am sure you are yours.”

Katrina studied Lucy briefly, “Da, yes, we all have our different arrangements, don’t we?” Lucy had expected another scowl from the woman but was rewarded with a friendly smile instead. “I like her, doctor. She is, what do you say, spunky?” A ripple of laughter circled the table. “Do not train that out of her, da?”

“Never,” Beau, who had been holding Lucy’s hand under the table, squeezed that hand and kissed her on the cheek. “How dull she would be without her spunk.”

Dima chuckled. He was clearly some years older than Katrina. “You be careful, doctor, spunk can also be dangerous. Look what has happened to my Kat because of her spunk.” Though his looks were imposing, his voice was more than kind. “I take her as a slave and what does she do? She turns on me.” He rubbed the back of his wife’s hand lovingly. “But, she will still obey me. Isn’t that right, my little Kat?”

“Of course, whatever you say, Dima, darling.” Their blue eyes sparkled at each other in love as well as in challenge. “That’s why we have Vanya and Kristoff, da?”

“Da,” he laughed again. “They are our slaves, Mrs. Addams,” he explained. “You will meet them later, I am sure.”

Lucy tipped her head, slightly puzzled. “You are both Dominants?”

Dima’s smile grew, “Ah, see, Doctor. You have to watch this one. I see a shine in her eyes like that of my Katrina.”

“I know all about that shine, Dima,” Beau told him. “Why do you think we came to The Chateau?”

Lucy let an impish smile form on her lips. “Am I to be trained as a Domme, Beau?”

A wicked chuckle rose from the doctor. “Not at all. And from now on, I would like you to address me as Sir, or better yet, Master.”

Coffee arrived, carried in by one of the two maids who had greeted them so eagerly the night before. Behind the first, the other brought in a tray of pastries and sugared fruits. She knew it shouldn’t surprise her, but Lucy could not help staring at their costumes that left little to the imagination. The aprons were black and virtually transparent, revealing a narrow triangle of fabric that barely covered their shaved p*****s. Little black strings were the only things that held the article in place, leaving their bottoms completely exposed. Their pert breasts were covered with the same see-through fabric as the aprons. One could easily see everything, including the fact they both had little metal rings running through their n*****s. Lucy’s eyes widened, realizing they were pierced.

“See something you like, my dear?” Beau asked.

Lucy had not meant to stare, but she had never seen such a thing before. Her eyes instantly drew away from the sight and her cheeks flamed, “No, I was just looking.”

“I saw that.” Much to her shock, Beau reached over and touched her n****e playfully through the fabric of her dress. “Shall I have your n*****s pierced while we are here? It can be arranged. Or maybe something a little further south?”

Not knowing how to reply, especially in this new company of people, Lucy decided to say nothing at all. She was in her husband’s world now, even more so than she had been when they had first met and her training had begun. This morning, before coming to breakfast, Beau had explained to her that this was where it had all started for him, his own training as a Master. This place, The Castle of the Black Rose, was at the center of The Society, the grand university where anyone who was someone or who wanted to be someone in this underground world would come and be taught in the ways that best suited them; or, in Lucy’s case, what best suited their Dominant.

“The proper response, my dear,” Beau was saying to her gently, “is, ‘Only if it pleases you, Master’.”

She had learned to obey him at Greenbrier, back in Virginia, and did not want to embarrass him now, not in front of everyone. Lucy lifted her head slightly, but did not look at any of them. “Only if it pleases you, Master,” she repeated.

“A good parrot,” Dima said, “but we shall have to make her say it like she means it.”

Lucy wanted to retort, but the pressure on her hand under the table grew tighter. “I’m sure she already means it,” Beau said.

Though she was more than willing to obey him, Lucy did not like being talked about as if she were not there or as if she were some pet that really did not understand what was being said.

“We have done very little formal training in front of others,” Beau continued to explain, “and I’m afraid my wife is a little shy when it comes to all this. Once she gets to know you all better, I’ve no doubt her shyness will fade.” He gave her hand another reassuring squeeze and skillfully turned the conversation away from her just as steaming plates of eggs and sausages were being carried into the room.