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When Gervase returned to me, I grabbed his arm and hissed, “Is this a

whorehouse?”

Gervase had the gall to laugh as he urged me onwards towards a staircase.

“It is a different kind of pleasure house open to wealthy men and women. The

woman who opened it, Madame Desiree, wanted to create a place where anyone could

come and act out their sexual fantasies in a safe environment.”

I dug in my heels. “And what are we doing here?”

Gervase bent and kissed me hard on the mouth. “Doing what you love best,

Eden…watching.”

We mounted the wide staircase. I gazed at the crimson silk covered walls, which

were but an insignificant backdrop for the erotic paintings and sculptures that lined the

massive hallway. Thick rugs covered the wooden floors and in two corners of the

receiving room, cushions were piled high and people reclined in the manner of a

sultan’s harem. A selection of couches and chairs filled the rest of the space. Some of

them were already occupied.

My steps slowed again as I realized that Gervase seemed very sure of his way. He

looked down at me and seemed to anticipate my question.

“Yes, I have been here before, but not for a long while, now come on.”

I followed him towards the far end of the saloon where a set of double doors led

into a long pink-carpeted corridor. Just before I reached the doors, I heard a moan and

looked to the sofa on my left where a well-dressed woman sucked the breast of another

woman. I looked closer and blushed to see that the first woman had her hand up the

second’s skirts.

Gervase stood behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist, and watched as

well. His hand crept within my cloak and caressed the tip of my breast.

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“Would you like to try that, Eden? I might be persuaded to watch if you wanted to

experiment with your own sex.”

I tore my gaze away from the entwined pair and moved on, Gervase’s hand at my

elbow. The light in the corridor was softer and the thick carpet muffled sound. I

stopped in front of the first door and read out loud.

“Tales from the Bible.”

I looked up at Gervase, full of curiosity. He kissed my hand. “Why don’t we go in?”

He opened the door and ushered me inside. It took me a while to focus in the

darkness as Gervase handed me into a chair and stood behind me. My gaze riveted on

the center of the room where a naked, long-haired woman toyed with an apple. She

didn’t speak as she rubbed the apple over her body, concentrating on her nipples.

Gervase whispered in my ear, “We have arrived just in time for the beginning of the

story. This must be Eve.” He bit down on my neck and opened my cloak. One of his

hands fastened on my breast and the other slid between my legs.

He squeezed me hard, the gold metal of his signet ring cold against my already

moist flesh. “Ah…my own Garden of Eden.”

I looked around but the rest of the audience was swathed in blackness so I relaxed

into Gervase’s touch.

There were muted gasps from the audience as a trap door opened in the floor and a

naked man painted red with horns on his head slithered on his belly towards Eve.

Gervase grazed my ear with his teeth and then murmured, “I wonder what he’ll use for

the snake?”

I shushed him as Eve gasped and sat down with her back to the fake glade of trees,

her legs falling apart to display her shaven mound. The man stood over her and began

to stroke his cock, which had indeed been painted to look like a snake. When fluid

started to drip from the tip, he moved closer to Eve and brushed his erection against her

closed mouth.

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I began to feel warm and shifted slightly in my seat as Eve tilted her head back and

allowed the man to push into her mouth. Her hand moved and jammed the apple

between her legs in time to the devil man’s thrust. Gervase breathed hard in my ear and

began to push his fingers inside me to the rhythm being played out on the stage.

The pounding of my heart increased and I realized that the beat of real drums and

the cries and groans of the rest of the audience were echoing it. The devil man’s

buttocks pumped and pumped until he was covered in a fine sheen of sweat. He roared

out in triumph over Eve as he came into her mouth and she apparently came too, the

apple all but disappearing inside her.

Lights went out over the stage area but there was no applause as the people in the

audience concluded or commenced their own performances. Gervase removed his

fingers.

“Come on,” he said, “there’s much more to see.” He tugged on my hand and we

left, almost tripping over a couple who had decided to fornicate in front of the door. I

pulled my cloak around me as we paused in the quiet corridor, my mind reeling from

the experience. I glanced at Gervase who was smiling and pulled him against me.

I stood on tiptoe in an effort to get his groin where I wanted it but I was far too

short. Gervase grinned and lifted me until my thighs fitted around his hips. I reached

down to unbutton his breeches but he stopped me.

“Wait a moment, love. I need to see how wet you are.”

I waited with ill-concealed lust as he slid two fingers inside me and closed his eyes.

He gave a sigh and shook his head as he lowered me to the ground.

“I’m sorry, but you’ll have to get much wetter than that before I’ll fuck you.”

“Gervase!” I hissed as two masked couples passed us in the hallway and I realized

we were in a very exposed place. I lowered my voice. “You know damned well that I

am ready for you.” I smoothed the front of his tented breeches with my palm. “And you

are definitely ready for me. Is this some kind of game?”

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“Why, yes. I always forget how astute you are, Eden.” He kissed me thoroughly

until I struggled to be free. “Consider it a lesson in patience.” He watched me through

narrowed eyes. “I want you so desperate for me that you’ll beg for my cock, that you’ll

let me fuck you anywhere.”

I stared at him and some part of me knew that I should slap his face and walk

away. The treacherous wave of lust that curled through me making me wet and

wanting told me otherwise. We would see who ended up begging.

“There is something else I think you will enjoy at the Shakespeare room.”

I followed Gervase meekly down the corridor until we came to the right door. I

sensed that the room and the audience were bigger as we eased our way into the

darkness. He secured a chair and sat down on it with me on his lap, turning me until I

straddled him and faced the stage.

The stage contained a large four-poster bed hung with silken draperies on which

languished another fair-haired woman in a diaphanous nightgown.

“That must be a wig,” Gervase whispered. He pointed to her crotch. “See? Her hair

is thick and dark there.”

A door to the side of the bed opened and a huge dark-skinned man entered wearing

little but a loincloth and a ferocious scowl.

“Othello,” I breathed as he brandished a handkerchief at the woman who played

his Desdemona and she began to shake her head. She slid from the bed and clasped

Othello around the knees, dislodging his inadequate loincloth. There was an

appreciative feminine gasp from the audience when his enormous shaft was revealed.

Somebody moaned.

Desdemona reached for him and rubbed and sucked him until he seemed twice as

big. With a growl and another set of screams from the female element of the audience,

Othello dragged Desdemona to the bed, bent her over onto her stomach and buried

himself deep inside her again and again.

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My throat dried as I watched the incredible flex of muscle and strength of the man’s

back. His muscles gleamed like polished ebony and his buttocks begged to be shaped

and touched. A gush of wetness surprised me as my body reacted to his climax.

Gervase’s amused voice startled me.

“You like this, don’t you?” He brushed his fingers over my soaked pussy and I

squirmed with frustrated desire. “Now wait and see what happens next.”

Unlike the previous show, the actors didn’t leave the stage when the lights were

turned up. The Othello character moved to the edge of the stage with easy grace and

was soon engulfed by a crowd of women who touched him everywhere. Several men

clustered around Desdemona and touched her too.

“Watch,” Gervase said again as one of the women, more daring than the others, fell

to her knees and took the actor’s cock into her mouth. I stared hard at him as his hips

moved in time to her mouth and he began to sweat even more. Our eyes locked for a

strangely intimate moment as he groaned deep in his throat and came into her mouth.

He scarcely glanced at the woman who had pleasured him or at the optimistic woman

who was about to take her place.

In the background, I watched as another woman donned the Desdemona costume

and laid herself out on the bed, her face flushed and eager. I leaned back towards

Gervase.

“Does the Othello character do this all night to an ever-changing parade of

Desdemonas?”

Gervase’s hand tightened on my breast. “Why? Do you wish to take a turn? It could

be arranged.”

I wiggled harder on his lap, grinding my hip into his swollen cock and smiled. “No

thank you. You are just as big as him and in my experience just as insatiable. Why

should I bother?”

Some of the possessive tension disappeared from his face. He smiled back at me.

“Why indeed? Except you’ll not have me tonight unless you beg.”

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I slid from his lap, making as much of a meal of it as possible. He swore under his

breath.

“There’s always Gideon’s whip.”

I returned to the corridor and Gervase guided me back to the main saloon, which

had filled up considerably since our arrival. Several couples lay sprawled against the

floor cushions or in the couches, most of them in a state of undress. The scent of sex

mingled with women’s perfume, smoke from the fire and a buffet laid out in an alcove.

Gervase took my arm and steered me towards the food. “Have you noticed that

only some of the women are masked? The rest are courtesans and thrill seekers who

don’t care who sees them.”

I nodded as my fascinated gaze fastened on an acquaintance of my mother’s who

was being energetically fucked by a man young enough to be her son. The long ostrich

feathers in her hair swept down towards the floor and bobbed in time to the man’s

staccato thrusts.

So engrossed was I by this spectacle that I did not at first notice the woman who

appeared on Gervase’s right until he greeted her then turned to me.

“Mrs. C., I would like you to meet Madame Desiree, the clever lady who dreamed

up this scheme.”

I nodded my head at the woman in front of me, surprised by the warmth of

Gervase’s tone. Madame Desiree seemed scarce old enough to have managed such an

enterprise and far too beautiful to have the brains for it. Although we were similar in

height and shape, her coloring was the complete opposite of mine. Where I was dark,

she was fair, my eyes were green and hers were blue.

She held out her hand to me and after a slight hesitation I took it. She studied me

closely and then glanced up at Gervase.

“I apologize for staring at you but you look somewhat familiar.” She laughed

lightly at Gervase’s guilty expression. “Do not worry, my friend, your secrets are safe

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with me.” She patted his arm. “I am just glad to see you have brought someone special

with you tonight.”

She squeezed my hand. “Gervase and his brother were the first people I called upon

when I needed to finance my house of dreams.”

I nodded and withdrew my hand as she turned to pinch Gervase on the cheek.

“Well, cheri, are you going to play your favorite part tonight or are you sampling new

experiences with your new lady?”

For once, Gervase looked a little unsettled.

“We are alighting where the fancy takes us, Desiree. Have you any suggestions?”

Madame Desiree gave a soft laugh and blew us a kiss. “Alas no, my dears. How

would I know your secret fantasies? The choice is yours, always yours.”

I watched her drift away amongst her guests as Gervase busied himself at the buffet

table. He headed towards a vacant couch and I followed, slapping away an amorous

drunk’s hand that crept up my leg. I let Gervase settle himself before I asked.

“What part do you always play, Gervase?”

He glared at me over the rim of his champagne glass and swallowed the contents in

one gulp. He glanced around the room and returned his gaze to mine with obvious

reluctance.

“Would you like to sit in my lap again, Eden? You can beg me to fuck you now.”

I laughed, leaned forward and stroked my hand down the front of his breeches. “If

you tell me what your favorite role is, I might just do that.”

Gervase sighed. “All right.” He grabbed my hand and marched me towards the

pink carpeted corridor. He stopped outside a door marked “Here be Dragons” and

drew me inside. Two characters already stood on the stage. A man dressed in the armor

of a medieval knight, his face all bloody, and a woman in a linen shift.