"So you came to London to find another husband, eh?"

"I came to London to buy a house of my own," Lucinda said bluntly. "I was forced by convention to live with George and Caro. They dragged every eligible bachelor in the county into my presence; but I am not yet of a mind to remarry, and they refuse to understand it. After I had refused everyone they could think of, Caroline suggested we come to London for the season. I agreed not because I wanted a man, but because I wanted my own home. I have just purchased a delightful little place on Traleigh Square."

He was fascinated by her recital. This was not at all what he had expected to hear from her. She was not in the market for a man. He had been given to understand that Lady Lucinda Harrington was a proper little cock tease, deserving of a lesson in manners, who must be brought to heel. And when she had been, she would be compelled to choose from among her three worthy suitors. But she didn't want to choose.

"You have offended three important gentlemen," he began, "who seek to compromise you so that you must take one of them in marriage. I do not know who they are, for that is not usually important to me. I am employed to do what I do for the Devil's Disciples, and nothing else is of interest to me in these matters. However, they have never put a lady in my charge as you know. The story you tell me is vastly different from what I was led to believe. Who do I trust in this matter, madame?"

"Common sense should tell you that, sir," Lucinda answered. "For your own information, I shall tell you the gentlemen I have offended who I believe are responsible for my being here. The Duke of Rexford, the Marquess of Hargrave, and Lord Bertram. I suspect, too, that my brother is also involved in this. The others would not dare to have me kidnapped otherwise. Had I really been meant to go to my sister Julia's in Ireland, a hue and cry would be raised when I didn't arrive. Those villains know that. Therefore I must conclude that my brother stands with them. But then George is a fool, too, I fear."

The Master laughed aloud at her candid remark. Then he grew serious "You have not objected to your treatment at my hands, m'lady. I do not know what to think of it."

"Has it not occurred to you, sir, that I like carnal pursuits? I do not believe that I am a wanton, but I enjoyed my late hus-band's attentions. It has been several years since we cohabited, as his illness did not permit it in the last two years of his life."

"And now you have been widowed for another two," The Master said.

Lucinda nodded in the affirmative. "Our lovemaking had always, I believe, been most circumspect. Just before Robert grew ill we had spoken on more daring forms of passion such as cock sucking, and arse fucking, but we had never had the time to explore such things."

"So you were not afraid this evening?" His green eyes searched her face for the absolute truth.

"No," Lucinda said. "I found it very exciting to have John atop me filling my cunt while you stuffed your cock into my mouth to suck. At first I thought I would choke. You are not a small man. But then I discovered that by relaxing my throat I could more than contain you. I hope you are not shocked by my confession, sir."

"I am fascinated, madame," he admitted to her.

"You understand now that I cannot be forced into taking one of those three fools for a husband," Lucinda said.

"I am afraid I do, m'lady Lucinda, but the knowledge puts me in a bit of a quandary. The income I earn from the Devil's Disciples helps me to maintain my own small estate and my horses. If I admit to failure with you, I am ruined and could lose everything. What am I to do?"

"Let me see your face," she begged him. She touched the narrow band of black silk across his upper face.

"Nay, m'lady, that I cannot do for the reasons I have already explained," he told her, but his voice was now reluctant.

Lucinda smiled a wicked smile. "I can help you to maintain your reputation, and your income, if you will help me," she told him.

"How?" The question was sharp.

"I want revenge upon those three for their arrogance and their presumption that I could be forced to their will like some mindless idiot. Teach me all you can about the erotic arts and how I may please men. When September comes I shall perform before the Devil's Disciples as if I had been tamed, and cowed into genuine obedience. Then you will tell the assembled gentlemen that my dear brother, the Bishop of Wellington, will announce my betrothal at the first ball of the new season, which is being given by the Countess of Whitley." She chuckled mischievously. "It will add drama to the evening, and those three fools will spend the next few weeks wondering which of them I have picked. I shall be seen in public with all of them and encourage each against the other."

"And on the night of the Countess of Whitley's ball, m'lady?"

She shrugged. "My brother will announce my betrothal to the man I love, and no other, sir. If you will help me, Master, you will not lose your vaunted reputation, or your source of income." She paused, and then said, "Why do you do it, sir? You are obviously a gentleman, and yet you allow yourself to be used in this manner."

"We are not all, madame, the possessors of great fortunes," he said. "This estate has been in my family for centuries. I was born here. I grew up here, and I love it."

"Do you have a wife?"

"How could I?" he replied. "I have nothing to offer any woman, and so my line will die with me; but until that time I shall remain in the place I love best, m'lady Lucinda."

"Will you help me?" she asked him again.

He did not have to even think on it. "Yes," he said. "I will help you. I find your plan amusing, and besides, it means that for the next three months I will have you at my mercy, Lucinda. I find the thought a most exciting one. Now, my pet, you had best get some rest, for come the dawn I shall be ready to begin your tutelage." Setting his goblet on the bedside table, he arose. "Good night," he said, kissing the curls wrapped around his hand. Then releasing her hair he walked from the bedchamber.

Lucinda climbed from the bed and went to the now cold bath. Taking a washing cloth she cleaned herself free of the sweat and juices of her lover's exertions. Then getting back into bed she immediately fell asleep. It had been a most interesting day indeed, and tomorrow promised to be even more exhilarating.

Chapter Three

"Wake up, Lucinda! It is time for your morning spanking," The Master said.

Lucinda groaned, and turned over upon her back as he tore the coverlet from her protesting frame. "Is it morning already?"

"Yes. Now come and receive your spanking, wench!"

"Why?" she asked him.

The Master laughed, and sat down on the edge of the bed. "If you are to be totally convincing to the Devil's Disciples, Lucinda, you must practice absolute obedience."

"But am I not to be in charge, sir?" she queried.

"You are," he replied, "but in order to really be in command of any situation, you must be perfectly self-disciplined. You cannot be unless you rid yourself of your fears. Instant obedience to a command can only be obtained by two methods: either fear of chastisement if you don't obey, or the knowledge that even in obedience you are in total and full mastery of yourself. Do you understand me, Lucinda?"

"I do!" she exclaimed, truly excited and amazed by this new knowledge. "I really do, sir! How clever you are. Let us begin again if you please." She smiled at him.

"Good morning, Lucinda," he said. "It is time for your spanking."

She arose, and put herself over his lap, turning over her left shoulder a moment to wink at him. "Yes, Master," she said. And then she wiggled her bottom at him.

"Excellent, you remembered," he approved. Then he spanked her ten firm blows, turning the flesh beneath his hand quite pink, noting that she rubbed herself against his leg after the first few spanks. He slipped his hand beneath her and smiled, well satisfied. "You are nicely wet, my lady, and it took but ten, not the twenty I gave you last night. That is an excellent improvement. Now up, wench, and on your back, legs spread. I have a little surprise for you." He drew an object from the pocket of his breeches and displayed it for her to see.

"What is it?" she asked him, lying back. Then her eyes grew wide. "Ohh! It looks like a big cock! Oh, let me see! What is it made of, sir? It has these little spikey nubs upon it." Lucinda could feel herself beginning to throb with mounting excitement as she viewed the object. It was made of leather, but other than the little nodules that decorated it, it was quite smooth. At its base it had a round ivory handle by which he held it.

"It is called a dildo, my pet," The Master told her. "It is going to give you a great deal of pleasure this morning while I am training my horses. Alas, I cannot amuse myself with you all day." Then drawing another article from his pocket, he wrapped it about her right wrist first, then her left wrist, and attached the two twisted silk cords to two brass hooks hidden high up on the bed's headboard.

Lucinda tested her bonds, then said, "I've never been tied before. Robert and I spoke on it." She was just the tiniest bit afraid, but she fought down her fear as he bound her spread legs to the carved bedposts at the bottom of the bed. Her bot-torn was still tingling from her spanking, and it was really very exciting. After all, her life was not in jeopardy.

"The ropes are not too tight?" he asked her as he pushed a hard, round bolster beneath her hips so her furry quim was quite visible.

"How long must I remain this way?" she asked him.