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Kate slipped into her husband’s study in the middle of the afternoon, smiling as he looked up as she walked in, setting down his papers at the sight of her.
“Ah, darling, there you are,” Anthony said. “I trust you had a nice ride?”
“It was lovely,” she smiled, coming to sit in a chair before his desk. “Save for one thing-I quite missed you.”
“I regret that I couldn’t join you, but I fear I’ve plenty of correspondence to catch up on after our honeymoon,” he gestured with a vague flip of his hand at the pile of letters as walked around his desk, coming to perch on the front of it, smiling down at her.
“Your footman said you wished to see me regarding something important-?” Kate asked.
“Ah, that I did,” Anthony nodded. “I wanted to discuss a… particularly sensitive set of duties you have as the Viscountess.”
Kate frowned. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
“And I am here to tell you,” Anthony said. “While it is not often spoken of, due to how sensitive it is in nature, there is a certain expectation you have, as my wife, in regards to my unmarried, of-age brothers and personal friends.”
Kate swallowed. She’d heard of this, actually. She’d wondered if Anthony might ever bring it up.
“Are you saying-?”
“My brothers, Benedict and Colin, are both unmarried and of age,” he nodded. “As my Viscountess, you are expected to be available to them and their needs as they-and I-see fit.”
Kate nodded, hands twisting in her lap.
“And-darling, I am a generous man,” he smiled at her, fondly. “I wish upon those I love every happiness I myself have. That means you. If a good friend of mine were to be visiting us, and were in need of your company, you are expected to provide yourself to him-but only with my express permission.”
Kate nodded again. “Yes, of course. Are there any other… rules?” She flushed. “I apologize, I am not quite… well versed in these ways.”
“Nor would I expect you to be,” he clucked, leaning down to palm her cheek softly. “My love, that is what I’m here for. Of course, the expectation is that these traditions be made quite well-known to ladies born into nobility, but mamas often hide these things from their daughters, out of fear.”
“I’ve heard- rumors -”
“You’d do well not to listen to them, Kate,” Anthony said sternly. “All that matters are the rules of the arrangement that I lay out for you. You might hear stories of other men who are… cruel to their wives, but I promise you that that is not what you may expect, here.” He kneeled in front of her then, both of his hands cupping her face. “My dear, as I said, though this is one of your duties, my authority comes before all others. No matter what you may hear of other men and their wives, you may only provide your attentions to those I expressly tell you to give them to. These would only be those who are important to me-my family, now our family, and good friends. Is that understood?”
Kate nodded, sighing softly, feeling reassured. “Yes, Anthony.”
“As for other rules,” his finger brushed against her bottom lip. “You may not come unless you are given express permission to do so, darling. And of course, if you become uncomfortable, you may ask them to stop.” He pressed his thumb into her mouth and she suckled it willingly. “But do remember that most things that seem difficult in the moment often turn out to be quite enjoyable later, yes?”
He removed his thumb from her mouth, smiling at her as he got to his feet.
“This is an important duty, Kate,” he said. “But I know you’ll make me quite proud, as you do with everything else.”
Kate flushed with warmth, her previous apprehension forgotten at the opportunity to make the love of her life proud .
“Of course, Anthony.”
A few days later, her very first opportunity to make Anthony proud came.
Benedict was in town and had written to ask Anthony if Kate would do him the pleasure of attending a party with him. Anthony seemed annoyed at the prospect of the party as he told her of the plan for her evening, though not that she’d be attending without him or with Ben-rather, he described the whole thing as a gathering for people with fortunes and the ill wit to squander them.
“But I am attempting to not… make things worse with Ben,” he said and Kate nodded understandingly. Things between them had been fraught since Ben had found out Anthony had paid his way into art school.
“I’ll do my best to help smooth things over,” she promised him, squeezing his arm.
“Ah, darling girl, of course you would. See that you do,” Anthony pressed a kiss to her forehead.
A few hours later, Kate found herself in the home of one of Benedict’s artist friends. The entire place was filled with artistic types; they passed a room filled with nude models posing for people in front of canvases, an impromptu concert with a bunch of musicians was taking place in another room. However, all around them, in every single place she looked, people were engaging in acts of depravity that made her blush.
She clutched Ben’s arm as she saw a man hold a woman down over his cock while another man pounded into the same woman’s cunt from behind.
“Ben,” she breathed. “Oh, I’m not-”
He grasped her hand with his. “Worry not, darling. That’s not what we’ll be doing.” Then, with a glint in his eye. “Although, I suppose-well, that’s another matter. Ah-here we are.”
Kate let out a shaky breath.
Benedict opened the door to a room and was surprised that it was nearly empty-save for a woman standing in front of a canvas, a set of paints next to her.
“You’re here,” the woman said. “Took you long enough, Ben. I hope you didn’t fuck her beforehand, that was not our deal.”
“Lucy, don’t worry,” Ben laughed. “I would hardly do anything to spoil your artistic taste.” He turned to her. “Kate, this is Lucy.”
“Hello,” Kate waved at her shyly.
“Hello, you,” Lucy said coquettishly.
“Lucy here is an incredibly talented artist,” Ben said, taking off his coat.
“And I’m incredibly taken with you ,” Lucy added. “I’ve wanted to paint you since I saw you at Lady Danbury’s ball.”
“Oh!” Kate blinked, pleasantly surprised. “But, why didn’t you ask-?”
“I wanted to paint you coming,” Lucy smiled. “I wanted to paint you being fucked .”
Kate felt her cheeks heat.
“I agreed to help Lucy out,” Ben said, now helping Kate out of her cloak.
“I’m not-that is, Anthony said only those he approved of-” Kate began but Benedict shook his head.
“It’s alright,” he promised. “Anthony knows. There’s generally no rules about who might watch, but he is particular about sharing you, so I made sure to ask him beforehand.”
“And he knows about the painting,” Lucy smiled. “He’s offered me quite the high price for it.”
At this, Kate felt herself flush even more. Already, a pool of wetness gathered between her legs-at her husband’s attentions, at wanting the way she looked in the throes of passion memorialized, at Lucy’s clear attentions, at Ben-
Kate moaned as he kissed her neck, his hands unfastening her dress behind her back.
“How do you want us?” he asked Lucy, his voice rough.
“No dress,” Lucy said. “Undo her corset, but keep her stays. Hmm,” Lucy considered her and Kate let out a breath as Benedict shucked her dress off of her, and then began unlacing her corset. “Everything off, actually, save her stays and her stockings.”
Ben let out a rumble of agreement against her skin. Kate could barely breathe as she was undressed, her breath coming more shallowly as she was not quite stripped bare. Her stays allowed her breasts to be fully seen and she gasped when Lucy said-
“Play with them a little, won’t you Ben? I want her as aroused as possible.”
Ben attacked her breasts with a vigor, lips circling a nipple and flicking it with his tongue as his fingers repeated the action on her other breast. Kate moaned, feeling her knees go weak with his rough treatment; he bit a kiss against her skin, he palmed them both gruffly, pushed them together as he licked at them. She briefly wondered if he might eat her.
“Thought about this,” he whispered to her, fingers pinching a nipple so that she cried out. “All those low cut dresses you wear-I drove myself crazy wondering what might happen if I just- tugged .”
Kate let out a choked off cry, burying her hands in his hair, keeping him pressed to her.
“Enough,” Lucy said from behind them. “I think that’s alright for now. Let’s get her onto the couch.”
Ben nodded, pulling away from her, and ushered her towards the couch in front of them with a hand around her waist. “Shall I keep my clothes on, Luce?”
“Hmm,” Lucy cocked her head. “I think so. Breeches unfastened, of course, but-Kate? Would you mind unbuttoning his shirt, just a little?”
Kate shook her head, her hands shaking a little as she unbuttoned Ben’s shirt. He gave her an easy, reassuring smile as she did it.
“Anthony will be so proud of you,” he said to her, softly. Then, “It’s just you and me, love, don’t worry.”
Kate nodded dumbly, knowing he’d mistaken her shaking hands for nerves, rather than sheer anticipation. As it was, she was painfully aroused. She was uncomfortably wet as it was, and everytime she tried to take a breath, her breasts would rise and fall and she’d be reminded of Ben’s mouth on her as it happened.
“Good,” Lucy said. “That’s enough, Kate.”
Kate stopped unbuttoning his shirt. “Alright,” she said, thinking of the times she’d stood for a portrait before. “How do you-um-that is-how shall we pose?”
“Oh Kate,” Lucy gave her what could only be described as a mischievous smile. “You needn’t worry about holding still as you sit on Ben’s cock-though, that is a tempting scene.”
“Another time,” Ben laughed, sliding his hand around her neck and brushing her nape.
“Another time,” Lucy echoed. “No, Kate, today’s sitting will be quite easy for you. You see, I belong to a new school of artists. We aim to catch the moment as it’s happening so that we paint the essence of it, rather than trying to crystallize merely one moment of action.”
Kate frowned. “I’m not sure-?”
“It means I’ll fuck you so that you come, darling,” Ben said. “Again and again until Lucy says to stop .”
“Or until you say to stop,” Lucy shrugged.
Kate gulped, thinking of Anthony’s words, to be as amiable as possible.
“I won’t tell you to stop,” she said, thinking of her duty.
“Good girl,” Lucy grinned. “Now, I say we try a few positions out, but you two can just let yourselves feel free to really move as you wish, so long as it feels good, okay Kate?”
Kate nodded her assent.
“Let’s try-yes, Ben, have her with her back on the sofa, with her legs spread? And take her from there. We’ll see how that feels!”
Kate let Ben arrange her as Lucy wanted, her legs stretched out lewdly, one foot on the floor, her other leg with its knee hooked on the back of her chair. She felt another rush of wetness gush out from inside her as she watched Benedict lick his lips as he eyed her, fisting his rather sizable length.
“Alright, Kate,” he said, hovering above her.
She whimpered as she felt his head brush against her outter walls.
“You’re so wet,” he half laughed, pushing into her a little.
“I think our little Viscountess is enjoying carrying out her duties,” Lucy said archly.
“I do- ah ,” Kate huffed as Ben pushed inside her some more. “I do always want to be dutiful- oh -!”
Benedict was groaning, slamming into her at once. It seemed that he’d decided against going slowly. Kate cried out, feeling as though her breath was pushed out of her lungs. He was large and uncomfortably so, and she panted as she stretched to accommodate his girth, tears gathering in her eyes. For his part, Ben fingered her clit expertly as he thrust into her shallowly, letting her muscles loosen around his size.
“You feel so good,” he said, voice hoarse. “ Fuck you’re so tight . I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Kate whimpered in response as his thrusts picked up. Slowly, the pain gave way to pleasure, though it still hurt, just a little. Still, some odd part of her enjoyed it; enjoyed being made to take him, with little preparation, forced to stretch around him and meet him his thrusts in the name of her duty.
“Arms under her thighs, Ben!”
She heard Lucy call out but the words didn’t register. Kate gasped as Ben gripped her thighs, lifting her ass a little as he thrust inside her with abandon. Her breasts jostled with every push and Kate grunted as she took it, feeling a pleasant haze settle over her.
“Push her legs up, now, I think.”
And her legs were pressed back, her thighs against her chest, her knees near her face. Kate cried out as Ben slammed into her from this angle, feeling him deep inside her, hearing the sound of his skin meeting hers. She felt him finger her clit once again and Kate heard herself whimpering the way she’d learned she always did before a particularly large orgasm.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Ben swore. “Kate, you feel so good , fucking made to take me, come on-!”
“Ah- Ben ,” She breathed. “I’m-I’m gonna come !”
He pinched her clit in response and she let out a startled cry, shattering around him. She felt the walls of her cunt clench around him, as if holding his cock inside her, and still Ben managed to keep thrusting inside her through it, his thrusts growing rougher. Kate kept crying out as her body seized, waves of pleasure rolling through her violently. She’d never reached her peak so quickly before and she wasn’t sure if it was Ben’s size, the fact that Lucy was painting them, that Anthony knew and wanted this, or all of it.
She was in a haze as her body moved through the flickering aftershocks and wondered if it even mattered.
Kate couldn’t make out what Lucy was saying, only that she was saying something, and then Ben was moving her onto her hands and knees. She felt weak as it was, and once Ben slammed into her again, she let out a deep grunt and buried her face in a pillow on the couch. This position was one she particularly enjoyed with Anthony, and with Ben it was no different. She loved being handled, loved being no choice but to take it as they found their pleasure in her, loved being driven into brutally. The sound of their skin slapping together, along with Ben’s furiously swiping at her clit, meant that she came again, a smaller peak on top of the first one. Still, it wore her out, and she seized up and cried as she came, body working through tremors as Ben continued to pound away relentlessly.
After her second orgasm, things became hazy. She was aware of what was going on and she knew she was speaking to Ben and Lucy, agreeing to positions, crying out and clutching Ben to her, asking him to fuck her harder, please, Ben, please , but she wasn’t all there .
As their portrait session continued, she found herself in different positions; bent over a desk in the corner, Ben’s fingers shoved into her mouth as he took her from behind; laid out on the rug on the floor, her skin brushing against the rough fabric as Ben made her come against his tongue; and then, finally, crying incoherently as he took her again from on top, her legs tight around his waist. She knew it hurt ; the lips of her cunt were swollen, her thighs were a mess of her slick and Ben’s spit, her clit was too sensitive, and yet she could only cry and want more.
“ Hurts ,” she whimpered as he thrust into her again and again. “Hurts, Ben, hurts .”
“Darling, hush,” he soothed her as he fucked her. “I’m almost done. Can you come for me again?”
“ Mmm -” she cried even as she met his thrusts. “I dont think so.”
“One more time, Kate,” Lucy said. “And then I’m done!”
“Once more, darling,” Ben said, his thrusts picking up speed. “Come on, be a good girl-”
Kate sniffled and grabbed his hand from where it had been reaching towards her clit and instead pulled it against her neck.
Ben’s thrusts faltered as he looked at her in awe and lust.
“Fuck, you slut -”
She let out a garbled moan as his large hand closed around her throat, her breathing blissfully constricted. She thrashed against his hold, the feeling of being deliciously possessed far outweighing how battered she felt. Or perhaps it all added to it.
With a gasp, she came again, and moaned as she felt Ben pound into her with determination, his release following hers. He let go of her throat as he thrust his seed inside her and Kate moaned.
“Like that, do you?”
“Fill me, please,” she said faintly. “Ben, please. ”
“Fuck, take it ,” Ben pushed inside her, and Kate keened, the warmth inside her filling and filling. She felt full and near delirious with it, her eyes fluttering closed as Ben pulled out of her. She did her best to clench, to hold it all in like Anthony liked her to, but she felt a trail of his semen dribble out of her.
Kate moaned, throwing an arm over her eyes as she caught her breath. Then, she let out a small noise as she felt fingers at her cunt.
“I hope you don’t mind,” came Lucy’s voice. “It’s just-god you’re so beautiful. You don’t know the picture you make right now, with his spend dripping out of you, your sweat and his on your skin? Just-can I-”
“Okay,” Kate yawned. “Be quick, though.”
She let her breathing return to normal as Lucy fingered her. It felt as though Lucy was merely satisfying her curiosity, prodding about gently. She felt Lucy’s fingers stretch out her pussy, pushing Ben’s spend back inside her, before pushing her own fingers in, feeling it inside her walls. Two became three and Kate moaned as Lucy rubbed Ben’s come into her walls, moaned again as she crooked her fingers against the rough spot at her front that always made her see stars.
“Luce, what are you-”
“Just cleaning her up, hush-”
Kate sighed with pleasure as she felt Lucy’s tongue lap against her cunt, licking up Ben’s spend and her slickness. Her fingers worked her clit gently, careful of the sensitivity, as her tongue fucked up into her, curious and tender. Kate didn’t think she could come again but was pleasantly surprised by her own peak as Lucy diligently worked her up again, giving her a tiny little orgasm, sweet and lovely.
As Lucy pulled away, Kate breathed heavily, her eyes closed, her own orgasm flickering through her.
“Thank you,” she said, softly. “That was nice.”
“Anytime,” Lucy said as she moved off of the couch, and Kate could hear the smile in her voice.
She sighed and stretched, turning towards the back of the sofa, feeling unbelievably sore and fully fucked.
“Ben?”
“Hmm?” His voice was a rumble against her back as he settled behind her.
“I’m tired. Are we leaving soon?”
“Yes, soon, love,” he said, moving her thigh up against her chest. Kate cried out as she felt him slide up inside her, sheathing himself fully in one movement. “Just-one for me. You two put on quite a show.”
“ Ah -oh- okay -” Kate panted and sighed and let it happen to her. Even though she was beyond sore, and fairly certain she was a bit bruised, it was still altogether easier to drift in and out of sleep as Ben languidly fucked her, arm around her neck with his hand toying with her breasts, his other hand pressing her thigh against her stomach as he moved inside her thoroughly and deeply. She didn’t know how long it took him, only that it seemed long, and she was happy to let him take his pleasure from her if she didn’t need to participate-she was really too tired.
Eventually, after an indeterminate amount of time, Ben clutched her to him with a groan, pressing himself inside her cunt with a strength that made her groan in return, feeling him paint her insides with his spend.
“Darling dutiful girl, there you go,” he said, pressing a kiss against her head.
Kate smiled and sighed as he lifted himself off of her.