Page 62 of Innocence Tamed
“What do you think, Aimee? Should I allow her release so soon after her punishment?”
MadameDubois’ expression softened slightly, a hint of understanding in her warm brown eyes. “I believe I would very much like to seeMademoiselleclimax,” I heard her say, her voice carrying a hint of kindness that surprised me. “After such a thorough lesson, she has earned that small mercy.”
As Pierre’s fingers increased their tempo against my sensitive bud, I felt the pleasure cresting. I tried desperately to keep my orgasm small, dignified somehow, but the effort only made it more intense. A violent surge of ecstasy crashed through me, and I cried out, sobbing as Pierre continued to masturbate me through my climax. My body convulsed in his lap, my back arching as the pleasure radiated outward from my core to the tips of my fingers and toes.
“Beautiful,” Pierre murmured, his lips against my ear as I shuddered in the aftermath. “Such a lovely little slut.”
Through the haze of my release, I heardMonsieurDubois clear his throat. “If I may suggest,Monsieur,” he said, his voice formal despite the intimate scene he had just witnessed, “perhapsMademoiselleshould show her gratitude properly for the pleasure you’ve given her.”
Pierre’s hand stilled between my legs. “An excellent suggestion, Etienne. Thank you.”
My heart raced as Pierre helped me rise from his lap. My legs felt weak, still trembling from my powerful climax. He settled back in the chair, his posture relaxed yet commanding as he spread his legs slightly.
“Kneel,” he instructed, pointing to the space between his feet.
I sank to my knees on the carpet, my mind racing with the understanding of what was to come. The position placed me directly in front of him, with the Duboises still watching from their positions nearby. My shame, which had momentarily receded during the heights of pleasure, returned in full force.
“Show the Duboises how well you’re learning to give pleasure with your mouth,” Pierre said, his voice gentle but firm. “Unfasten my trousers and take me between your pretty lips.”
With trembling fingers, I reached for his belt, unbuckling it slowly before moving to the button and zipper of his fine wool trousers. I could feel the hard ridge of his erection beneath the fabric, the evidence of his arousal impossible to miss. As I carefully lowered the zipper, his cock sprang free, stiff and imposing.
I glanced up at Pierre’s face, seeking guidance or reassurance. His expression was hungry, but patient, his eyes dark with desire as he watched me prepare to service him. Taking a deep breath, I leaned forward and took him into my mouth.
The taste of him was familiar now—clean skin with a hint of salt—but the circumstances made it feel like the first time all over again. I was acutely aware of the Duboises watching as I slid my lips down his shaft, taking him as deeply as I could manage.
“Use your tongue,” Pierre instructed softly, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head. “Yes, like that. Show how your skills are coming along.”
I struggled to maintain my composure as I worked Pierre’s rigid shaft with my mouth and tongue. The weight of the Duboises’ gaze made every movement, every sound feel magnified. I moved my head up and down, trying to make my mouth soft and yielding, desperate to demonstrate that I was learning to be a good girl, an obedient plaything worthy of my master’s approval.
“She’s very eager,” I heardMonsieurDubois comment, his voice carrying that same neutral tone even with such an obscene tableau before him.
“Indeed,” Pierre replied, his fingers tangling in my hair. “But still learning proper technique.”
Without warning, his grip tightened, holding my head firmly in place. I whimpered around his cock as I realized what was about to happen. Pierre’s hips thrust upward, driving his shaft deeper into my mouth than I was prepared for. I gagged slightly, tears springing to my eyes as he began to use my mouth in earnest.
“Sometimes,” Pierre explained conversationally to the Duboises as he continued to thrust between my lips, “a girl needs to be reminded that her mouth exists for her master’s pleasure, not her own purposes.”
I struggled to relax my throat, to accept his invasion as he fucked my face with steady, deliberate strokes. My hands clutched at his thighs for balance, my fingernails digging into the expensive fabric of his trousers. The position—naked, kneeling, being used so crudely before witnesses—should, like so much else Pierre had done to me and made me do, have been unbearable. Instead, I felt a renewed surge of wetness between my thighs, my body responding to my complete subjugation.
“If I may say so,Monsieur,”MadameDubois ventured, her voice closer now as she stepped forward to observe more carefully, “Mademoiselletakes your cock beautifully in her mouth.” She paused, and I could feel her eyes on my naked body as Pierre continued to thrust. “Before I must return to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner, I wonder if you might indulge my curiosity… I would very much like to see you fuckMademoiselle’s cunt and bottom as well.”
CHAPTER 30
Audrey
MadameDubois’ obscene words made me moan around Pierre’s thrusting cock. My face burned with shame at the suggestion, but the wetness between my thighs, as always, betrayed my true feelings. Pierre’s rhythm eased momentarily as he considered it, and to my dismay I thought I could even sense his approval of the housekeeper’s bold request in a slight hardening of his manhood in my mouth.
“Aimee,” he said, his voice thick with arousal as he gently withdrew from my mouth, “your suggestion appeals to me. I think it would be educational for Audrey to be used so thoroughly in front of you both.” He pulled my flushed face from his lap, tilting it up so he could see my eyes. He stroked my hair almost tenderly as I gasped for breath. “Would you enjoy that,ma petite? Being fucked in all your holes while the Duboises observe your training?”
I couldn’t meet his eyes, couldn’t bear to see the knowing look I knew would be there. My rational mind screamed in protestat such complete degradation, but my body’s response was undeniable. My nipples had hardened to painful points, and I could feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs.
“Answer me,” Pierre commanded, his fingers tightening in my hair.
“Yes,” I whispered, the admission torn from somewhere deep inside me. “Yes,Monsieur.”
I gasped as Pierre guided me to my feet, his strong hands gripping my waist. In one fluid motion, he turned me around to face the Duboises. He urged my feet apart, then pulled me backwards to straddle his lap. I whimpered softly as I felt the head of his enormous erection against my bare, aching pussy.
“Hold onto my knees and lower yourself,” he commanded, his voice thick with desire. “Show Aimee and Etienne how well behaved you are when you have a penis in you.”
