“I’m going to spank you for that,” Kingsley said.

Colette whimpered. It was about as believable a performance as when she tried to convince him her beauty mark was a tick.

“Or,” he said. “I’m changing the numbers to ten. And you’re not going to say ‘ten’ until you’re so ready for my cock you think you’ll die without it. Are you there yet?”

“Well, I won’t die without it yet,” she said. “But I’m not very happy living without it either.”

“Five,” Kingsley said.

“What’s five?”

“How many children we’re having someday.”

“You’ve already decided?” she asked.

“You object?”

“Five is a lot,” she said.

“There’s ten women in this house and nine men to take care of our brats. We’ll breed them, then we’ll let everyone else raise them while we make some more. What do you think?”

“Hmm…it’s not the worst idea I’ve heard. We’ll try one and see if we like that.”

“A wise compromise. I knew I married you in my head for a reason.”

That set her giggling again and Kingsley decided he’d had just about enough of that. He slipped his hand out of her and spanked her quick and hard on the side of her naked thigh. It was nothing but a harmless swat, the sort that makes a big sound without so much as leaving a handprint, but it did the job. Colette’s eyes went wide, and she immediately stopped laughing.

“Did you just—”

“Yes,” he said. “Now what’s the number?”

Colette panted, her lips parted and glistening.

“Seven.”

“Good. Let’s see if I can get you to eight.”

Kingsley pressed her legs apart again, even wider, and laid down between her thighs. With his fingers he parted her wet folds and with his tongue he gently licked her open slit. Colette rewarded him with a groaning sort of sigh. She opened her thighs even wider for him and he licked her again, deeper this time, then deeper still. He licked the opening of her body, teasing the hole with the tip of his tongue before focusing all his attention onto her clitoris. She tasted divine and the heat of her inner body was addicting. And if she didn’t stop taking those quick needy breaths while he licked her, he might be here between her legs all night.

Kingsley knew this dance required restraint. He wanted her desperately aroused, desperate for him, but he didn’t want her to orgasm quite yet either. He knew from vast experience, women were often too tender after climax to take a cock inside them. He didn’t want to hurt her—not only because Madame was watching, but because it was her first time.

Reluctantly, he tore himself away from this most pleasant of tasks. He knelt between Colette’s thighs and kissed her breasts again.

“Why did you stop?” she said with a sweet pout.

Kingsley grinned against her skin. “I could spend all night with my face buried in your pussy,” he said. “But if I make you come, we’ll be back at one again in seconds.” He kissed his way up her neck and let her taste herself on his lips. “I like you here, stuck at eight.”

“Nine,” she said into his mouth.

“Little liar,” he said.

“Eight and a half,” she said.

“Better.”

Kingsley rolled back on his knees again and unbuttoned another button on his shirt.

“Eight and three quarters,” Colette said.

“You flatter me,” he said and undid another button.

“What’s your number?” she asked.

Kingsley stripped out of his shirt and tossed it aside. Colette devoured his body with her eyes. He bent over her, caressed her cheek, cupped her breast, lightly bit her bottom lip.

“I’ve been at ten since I saw you walk into that ballroom,” he said.

Colette raised her hand to his face and touched his lips. Her eyes were hooded and dilated with desire. “Kingsley,” she said.

“Yes?”

“Ten.”

This time he didn’t accuse her of lying. He only pulled away from her long enough to remove the rest of his clothes. As he stripped, he watched Colette watching him. She seemed very pleased by what she saw.

He lay next to her on the bed and slipped his hand between her legs again. “I meet your approval?”

“Yes, you—”

At the yes, he pushed two fingers inside of her. She flinched with pleasure at the penetration. While Madame had told him Colette had already opened herself with a toy, he wasn’t going to take anything for granted. She was wet and she was open, but he was also big. He went as deep as he could into her with his fingers and then spread them apart inside her. Colette whimpered—not quite the sound of pain, but more of slight discomfort. As he kept moving his hand and spreading his fingers, the sounds she made turned back to pleasure and from pleasure to desire and from desire to need.

“Good?” he asked into her ear.

“Very,” she breathed.

“Let’s practice,” he said. “When I push in, you tilt your hips up.”

She nodded and he pushed his two fingers into her. Colette did as he’d told her to, lifting her hips to meet his hand. They did it again and this time Colette moaned as he went into her deeper. The third time her head fell back on the pillow. She was more than ready.

And so was he.

He moved on top of her and out of the corner of his eye he saw Madame in her chair shifting forward, fluttering like a mother hen. He almost smiled. If Madame wanted to watch, he’d make sure it was a good show.

Kingsley ignored Madame. He had eyes only for Colette. She was exquisite lying there on her back, her straight dark hair fanned over the red silk pillow—the crimson and the black. Her bare breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths. Her nightgown was pushed up to her waist and with her legs wide and ready for him. Nothing of her was hidden. With two fingers, he spread the folds again and gazed with pleasure at her wet and waiting hole. He couldn’t wait one more second to be inside it.

He positioned the tip at the entrance and slowly lowered himself down onto her, allowing the shifting of his weight to push his cock into her without force or thrusting. He watched Colette closely as he entered her. Her fingers caught in the sheets and she pulled hard. Her eyes closed tight, and her hips shifted as if trying to make room inside herself for him.

He tested a tentative thrust, and, while she didn’t protest or whimper in pain, she didn’t seem to like it much either.

Kingsley started to pull out, but Colette said no to that.

“It hurts,” Kingsley said. “Yes?”

“Darling?” Madame said. “Does it hurt?”

Colette glanced at Madame and then back at Kingsley. “It’s just…it’s so deep,” she said. Kingsley could see she was torn between wanting to push past the discomfort and wanting to push him out of her.

“Too deep?” Kingsley asked.

Colette looked embarrassed. “A little.”

“Try her on top,” Madame said to Kingsley.

“Are you in charge here?” Kingsley asked her.

“Yes,” Madame said curtly. “Always, if you’ve forgotten. And I’m a woman. Put her on top.”

“Do you want to be on top?” he asked Colette. Madame might have been in charge of the château, but only Colette was in charge of Colette.

“Can we try something different?” she asked. “I don’t think I want that.”

Kingsley turned to Madame. He found her smiling instead of scowling like he’d expected. Apparently, he’d passed another of her little tests.

“We’ll play,” he said. “When you like something, tell me.” Kingsley pulled out, as ordered, and kissed Colette until she didn’t look quite so chagrined anymore. Poor thing. “You want to play?”

“Let’s play,” she said, nodding.

He put her legs on his shoulders and entered her again.

“You’re in my chest cavity,” she said. “That is definitely bad for my cardiovascular health.”

Kingsley laughed and pulled out. He put her on her hands and knees and entered her from behind.

“No, no, now I just have to piss,” she said. Kingsley pulled out. “Wait, no I don’t.”

Kingsley pushed her onto her side and knelt behind her, entered her again slowly.

“Ohh…” she said.

“Good ohh? Bad ohh?” he asked. He pulled out again and waited for her verdict.

“Ohh ohh,” she said. “I think it could work.”

Madame came to the bed and picked up a small pillow.

“Lift your knee, darling,” Madame said. She fit it under Colette’s thigh.

“I’ve never had an assistant before,” Kingsley said as Madame maneuvered Colette into a comfortable position on her side, but with her thighs still open enough he could get into her vagina from behind.

“I told you,” Madame said. “I’m in charge. You’re the assistant.”

She said that with a little smirk on her lips and even Colette giggled underneath him.

“No laughing from you,” Kingsley said as he slid in behind her, covering her body with his. He kissed the back of her naked shoulder and caressed her thigh and hip and small soft bottom with the flat of his hand.

“Are you ready to try again?”

Colette smiled and nodded.

“Ahem,” Madame said.

Kingsley had to fight to not roll his eyes.

“Yes?” he asked Madame. She held a small glass bottle of what was obviously a very pricey lubricant.

“She’s already wet,” he said to Madame.

“Do you have a vagina?” Madame asked him.

Kingsley sighed and held out his hand. Madame poured a liberal amount of the viscous fluid onto his fingertips, which he massaged over and into Colette’s vulva and vagina. Madame even wiped his fingers off for him when he’d finished. Perhaps there was something to be said for having an assistant.

Kingsley waited for her to return to her chair, but Madame stayed standing close by the bed.

“You’re going to stand there?” Kingsley said.

“For now. Carry on.”

“You live in a strange house,” he said as he mounted Colette again.

“Really?” Colette said. “I like it.”

“Don’t tell Madame,” Kingsley said. “But I do, too.”

He started to push his cock into Colette again and this time he went as slow as possible. When he’d gone in a couple of inches, he began to move with short, slow shallow thrusts. He went into her body an inch at a time and then a thrust at time. Unable to resist, he glanced up once to see Madame watching him with avid interest. He hadn’t expected it to arouse him to be watched by this lady but it did, very much. He and Madame locked gazes as he worked his way deep into Colette’s body. Colette’s eyes were closed as he penetrated her fully, so she didn’t see Madame reach out and stroke Kingsley’s body from his lower back, over his hip, and down his thigh, like a jockey inspecting prize horseflesh. Madame gave him one last little wink before she returned to her chair to watch at a more respectful distance.

“Good show,” Madame said as she sat back in her chair.

Well, if he was going to have an audience, at least it was an appreciative one.