I looked over my cards across the table and smiled, not at the Baron who was an everyday man for a noble but at his wife. She was beautiful and everything you would expect a noble to be. She stood behind him her hands resting on his shoulders. Her dark red hair fell in ringlets down across her left shoulder and hung just low enough to block the generous curvature her corset exposed when her hair didn’t hide it. She was meant to be a distraction and oh, what a lovely distraction she was and always ready to refill an empty mug for the patrons at the table the Baron played. Not that she needed to fill our mugs, the Gambling Hall, The Nobel’s Bet, had serving women for that, but she seemed to take pleasure in the gesture. The Nobles Bet was the richest gambling hall in the city, arguably the kingdom.
The Baroness made well sure as she bent to pour the amber liquid, my eyes caught the generous amount of bosom she had exposed from the black and purple corset. The Baron sat across from me staring at his cards, debating whether to bid higher or feigning concern, he was good and better as she signaled to him the cards she saw as she poured my ale, but I was a gambler and luck, and I had a long relationship. He was playing me, and I was playing them both right back, only I was sure they were not aware of the game we were playing.
“Well, Master Jack I’m a wealthier man than you and can take a risk. I’m in,” the Baron said as he matched his gold to the small pile I had pushed forward as if losing it didn’t matter. I smiled back. I already knew I was going to lose this round, the third-round I had lost in fact. I laid my cards before me and spread them wide as he did the same and I saw what I already knew was going to happen.
“Baron you win again,” I said frowning and counted the last of the gold coins I had in a small pile on the table.
“Jack, what is it you told me you did?” the Baron asked, even though I hadn’t said.
“Trade, this and that. Whatever I can pick up cheap and sell for profit somewhere else,” I said, the practiced lie coming off my tongue easily. He scooped the gold toward him and smiled back at his lovely wife.
“Master Jack.” The Baroness spoke gently and kindly. “My husband is the best. You should call it a night. I’d hate to see him part with any more of your gold.” She finished. What a sly fox she was relying on a man’s pride to continue just prove that he did not lose. I smiled back.
“My lady you are too kind, but I still have some gold left and the night is relatively young.” I watched as she smiled thinking she and her husband were winning an easy mark, like the silk trader before me who came with pockets laden with gold and left much lighter than he had come. I had watched him walk away his head shaking back and forth, his eyes downcast as he tried to figure out how he could have lost so badly.
“Young Master I have won all the games we have played this evening. Maybe I should call it a night, as a gentleman I could not fathom taking more of your gold,” he said, feigning to put away the gold, scooping large sums into his hands to put in the pocket of his coat. A mighty fine silk lined wool coat with his house crest a wild boar embroidered in golden thread.
This part of the night I assumed was where the Husband and wife duo usually goaded the feeble minded into one last bet for it all; I could feel the game coming to its climax.
“My Lord, as you said before you are a much wealthier man. Maybe if you bet with something more of a risk than mere gold, you wouldn’t be so bold and confident,” I said eyeing his lovely wife and partner in crime.
“Excuse me?” he said pushing back from the table drawing his dagger, the chair making a scraping noise against the wooden floor. Everyone was now focusing on us, point to me I thought. The table bouncers turned at the sound of trouble.
“My Lord,” I said in my best voice feigning shock. “You miss-understand. I was referring to your one of a kind coat. To lose that and be worn by myself would show to everyone you had lost and I had beaten you.” I said.”I meant no offense. To bet on your wife would be a price too high for any man and no man could win with the worry for a woman as lovely as she on the line,” I finished.
“My husband, the Baron of the Eastern Keep, Protector of the Eastern Realm, and Commander of the King’s escort could bet anything he wanted Sir without fear cause he never loses.” The Baroness said smiling seductively while pressing her husband back into his seat. “I wouldn’t hold him a miss if he did place me as a bet, he won’t loose, his mistress is Lady Luck,” she added and flung her gorgeous ringlets over her shoulder exposing her full breast for my eyes to feast upon.
“Master Jack,” the Baron stated while eyeing the growing crowd. “My wife is quite right. You will never beat me. I am all in.” He finished with a smile and pushed all his gold forward.
“And the coat,” I asked my eyebrows raised as I copied his move to push the gold in, my pile substantially smaller than his. His anger at suggesting his wife was a part of the bet minutes ago forgotten.
“My coat, my wife, the Baroness. You sir cannot beat me,” he said confidently. Everyone gasped perfectly in unison, and I smiled.
“Dealer, cards,” I said with a smile as I lifted my mug and drained the rest of it in a gulp.
The baroness laughed and picked up the picture as I knew she would. “Seems we’ve run low on the ale, I’ll fetch us more,” she said as she turned towards the barkeep. I let my eyes wander to her backside and imagined what the long deep purple dress hid. The Baron watched me the whole time his smile never leaving but his eyes taking on a dangerous light. He was not a man to people trifled with, and I was sure I would end up regretting this wager, but not before he did.
As we continued to stare at each other the Nobles Bet’s esteemed owner approached, He was a portly man with many chins who ate more than well and was made rich on the misfortunes of his patrons.
“Good Baron and good Master I have heard there is a wager here that is not of gold or property? House rules My Lord I apologize, but where there isn’t profit for the house, there isn’t a bet.” The owner instructed us on the standards of the establishment. He already knew the answer and already knowing there was no way the Baron’s pride would let him back down now, his eyes held that dangerous glint of a man possessed. The owner probably already knew the Baron was cheating too and was either in on the cut and allowing it or knew and didn’t want to lose the rich man’s patronage, so he tolerated it. I’d have bet on the first, but the ladder would still fair well for him. The house always got a cut.
The Barons look answered the question for him; I had backed him into a corner and now not only did the crowd know what the bet consisted of but so did the owner and the reputation of his establishment were on the line.
“My Lord I really must insisted we change the provisions of this bet. It must have been the ale speaking; it is unyielding. I only serve the best.” The owner’s tone pleaded with the Baron to back down, but the Baron’s look said it was already past the point of no return.
“No, Sir Jurgan, I am quite sober, and the bet stands.” The Baron said confidently, and with a sigh and a nod from Sir Jurgan, the owner the dealer dealt the cards.
“So be it, my Lord. The terms are your wife for one evening, that fine coat and .” His eyes expertly counted the piles quickly, “and the sum of 386 gold stand on the line.”
“First Volley,” the dealer said, and his hands shuffled, and cards slid across the table to us.
I looked at my cards the dealer had dealt me, two kings, and three peasants of different realms, not a bad hand but easily beat. We would each have a chance to trade-in up to four cards each, once per round in the next two rounds to build a stronger army and win the keep, which held the gold or the bet.
“Excuse Master Jack,” the Baroness said as she leaned over me her pale bosom generously exposed for me alone, she poured me more ale. Her hip gently pressed against my shoulder. I watched as her eyes memorized my cards and she returned to her husband’s side to pour his drink again bending just so, to lure my eyes away from her hand that rest on his shoulder, her fingers silently tapping out whatever code they used to tell him the cards in my hand.
I watched as the Baron’s arm shifted his hand under the table and acknowledged her code.
“My Lord. The first volley has set, as high bidder would you like to draw in your force and regroup or keep?” the dealer asked and on the words highest bidder, his jaw set firmly. He apparently did not approve of the wages his table was passing.
“Draw two,” the Baron said placing two cards face down. The dealer took them and faced me. “Draw or keep?” He asked giving me no title or even the customary “Master” he had been giving patrons the whole night thus far.
“Draw three,” I said smiling. Surely the Baroness would be making some excuses to come to my side of the table again once I had the new cards. The dealer took my three peasants and dealt me an emperor and two Queens, a decent hand indeed. I looked up to see Baron and Baroness alike eyeing me, judging me. I smiled and finished my ale in one swig and felt my head start to swim. Before the mug bottom even touched the table, the Baroness was already in motion. With a flick of my wrist, my current hand switched with three slaves and the king; I looked around, but no one was the wiser. I put on my best fake smile and allowed her to pour me another ale making sure she alone saw my hand just as she made sure her breast brushed my other hand as I held up the mug. We both had our best games on display. She nodded discreetly to the Baron.
“My Lord, would you like to keep?” the dealer asked the Baron again.
“I think I will keep,” the Baron said smiling at a nod from his wife the Baroness and set his cards down splayed for all to see three Kings, one queen and last an emperor. Everyone gasped. It was a good hand. I smiled.
“Dealer. Finally volley two please.” With a flourish, I handed him my two queens, and I now held the emperor and two of Kings, careful not to let anyone see. The dealer dealt, and slowly I drew the cards up knowing the Baroness was still behind me looking. An emperor and a queen not a winning hand with the remaining cards she thought I had. Her lips parted in a broad smile, I smiled in return and with a flick of my wrist laid out two emperors and three kings, another seamless flick and the rest of the cards I had disappeared. I looked around at the shocked faces of the crowd. Still, no one had noticed the switch. I had come to test myself against was said to be the best house of gambling in catching thieves who used sleight of hand. Finally, the crowd gasped as the dealer raised the victor’s flag on my side of the table.
“He cheated. He cheated I say,” the Baroness still standing behind me choked. Chairs shoved away from the table, and the Baron’s daggers drew as we both stood, the crowd stepped back, and before anyone else could move, table bouncers dashed in; both my arms were seized by men with muscles I couldn’t begin to resist.
“The man has no honor! He has cheated that wasn’t his hand.” He yelled brandishing his dagger in a stabbing motion towards me with every statement. The table bouncers pulled my sleeves up, then my pant legs untucked my blouse, they thoroughly and roughly searched me finding nothing but two daggers I had not drawn when the Baron had drawn his.
“My lord he has nothing,” one stammered as he searched the chair and under the table, talking to Sir Jurgan, not the Baron.
“Correction my Lord I have the Baron’s coat, that pile of gold, and the Baroness for the eve,” I stated smartly, smiling at the shocked look on the Baroness’s face which almost matched the outrage on the Baron’s.
“Impossible that wasn’t his hand,” the Baron whispered a second time, the first not being heard or having been forgotten in the commotion and in so doing condemning himself a cheat if he told all he had known my hand before they had. As if reading my thoughts someone in the crowd asked exactly that.
“My Lord, how could you know the man’s hand had you not been the one cheating?” A man from the crowd asked stepping forward to reveal the Duke of Sanchess. A tall man that carried respect to outmatch his obvious wealth and position. Sanchess was a rich barony that owned the iron mines of which most our kingdoms weapons were forged.
“I believe this night at an end,” The Duke stated in a voice that brokered no nonsense and dared anyone to make the mistake of thinking it was a suggestion. He was saving the Baron from admitting he a nobleman had cheated and worse used his wife to cheat as much as he was condemning him a fool for betting his wife’s honor and in that his honor. Men had broken their power for less.
“I agree my Lord,” I said scooping all the gold into a pouch save ten percent, the table price and tip, which always came from the winners pocket unless that too was bet which it often was. I reached my right hand out expectantly for the coat bearing the Barons Wild Boar house insignia in rich golden embroidery.
“The coated man, along with your pride what little left remains,” The Duke said forcing the Baron to hand over his jacket reluctantly, the pride was already gone and sadly for him it promised to be a cold night.
“Master I will offer a room for this night only and the morning will see you on your way,” the owner Sir Jurgan said. He wanted to make sure I survived the night, and in turn, the Noble Bet suffered no I’ll reputation.
“Of course my Lord,” I said wrapping myself in the coat and taking the Baroness’s reluctant hand.
“Wait! Master Jack, name your price please,” the Baron said, none of us fool enough not to know what he was asking the price.
“My Lord I could never insult someone of your stature or that of the Baronesses, putting a price on her like one would an ordinary whore,” I said kindly in a voice that offered no arguing. Any amount he named now would either make the Baroness priced and shame her deeper or break his houses finances, and he was smart enough to know both and do neither. He had lost, and we both knew it, everyone still watching knew it. I honestly almost conceded with a pang of guilt, but I remembered the silk trader and the look he had as he walked away. I gently tugged the Baroness and together we followed the owner Sir Jurgan, as the crowd split and let us through.
He brought us past the stairs to the secondary rooms and to the Grand stair in the center of the wall on the western side that leads to the rooms reserved for nobility. Up past two pairs of guards and directly to the third level. Where visiting Nobles stayed when they didn’t have a city home.
“The room will be thirty gold and twenty for the guards I must now place on the door and another twenty to buy their unwavering silence. Quite a predicament you have put the Nobles Bet in and yourself as well young Master. I am not sure if you did cheat or not, my men didn’t catch it, and that’s something if you did. You also publicly exposed the Baron as a cheat and humiliated him and the Baroness at the same time. I will be surprised if you make it out of the city tomorrow or if you see more than a week’s sunsets if you do make it out of town before the Baron catches up to you. This night, however, you reside under my roof and safe you will remain.
“I appreciate the concern, my Lord,” I said smiling as I handed over seventy gold from the winnings more than enough to reserve the room for a week with a dozen mute Guards from Tenvia a city renowned for their guards trained to protect Tan-kars emperor.
“Goodnight My Lord,” I said shutting the door behind me and turning to the Baroness.
“Master Jack,” she said smiling at me, all the pretense of the shocked maiden and innocent noble about to be shamed forever dropped. “The strings to my corset.” She said turning to expose her back and the access to freeing her ample bosom. She pulled the curtain of red ringlets over her shoulder covering her chest, as I slowly undid the intricate knot holding her corset tight and felt the strings pull from my fingers as the corset fell away. The Baroness stepped forward and turned, her breasts now hidden in the loose fabric of her purple dress.
“How did you manage to cheat? I’m yours for the evening no reason you can’t say now,” she said. Her head down, yet her eyes were looking up at me and her dark red lips forming a pouting smile. I smiled back and stepped forward my arms pulling her into a tight embrace; her firm breasts pushed hard against me. My nimble fingers quickly managed the line of buttons at the back of the dress.
“Mmmm my Lady I knew you and the Baron to cheat from the time you first offered the silk trader ale. Not only to use ale to loosen our wits and pockets but also to view our cards,” I said finishing the last button and letting the dress fall away to the floor like the corset had, my eyes never leaving hers.
“So the Silk trader was in on it?” She asked leaning in on the tips of her toes, her lips brushing my neck trailing heat and sending sensations down my spine. I felt my groin stiffen and held her tighter pushing firmly against her body.
“No, my Lady. He was a fool who had no idea you are not the elegant lady you pretended to be and lost his gold to two cheats who neither worked for the gold they have nor would have felt its loss.” I said walking the Baroness, now only in her boots and small clothes, backward to the bed. A gentle push and she fell willingly onto the blue silk sheets her hair displayed out beautifully.
“Then how?” she asked again not bothering to cover her exposed breast. “If I am to suffer the shame of a Baroness who was lost to a rogue least let me know how.” She said propping herself up onto elbows, not the least concerned she was exposed.
I smiled my eyes taking in every bit of her down to her small white clothes that already seemed to be soaking up her wetness.
“I’ll answer your question if you answer mine, ” I said my eyebrows raising waiting for her reply.
“Mmmmm you left me, well my husband, nothing left on the table to bargain. Ask!” she said almost as if commanding one of her servants in the keep.
“How many times have you been unfaithful before? You are neither ashamed or timid to sleep with another man, although you feigned it well down stairs, and yet here alone with me you seem eager and excited.” I said finishing up my accusation with my fingers slipping aside the drenched small clothes and quickly parting her. With a small moan, she gripped my hand driving my fingers deeper.
“As many times as the Baron has fucked a servant or worse another noble woman or a whore while he is sure I am none the wiser, while all the time he is none the wiser. Till now he has thought him my only. Now answer.” She said between little gasps as she worked my fingers in and out.
“My lady. I did in fact cheat but only enough to fool you into thinking my hand terrible and all the time I couldn’t have done it without you.” I said smiling as I curled my fingers while they were deep inside her and she gasped her perfect body stretching tight with a mix of pleasure and shock. I continued forcing more gasps, curling and uncurling going in and out faster as I kneeled over her pinning her squirming body to the blue silk sheets.
“Me? Me? How did I help?” she cried out between labored gasps. I continued faster and harder as her nails dug into my arm them curled the sheets up into her tight fists as she came hard one rolling organs after another at my hand. Finally, as she screamed out I pulled my fingers from her; her legs spread wide and her body quivering. Her heavy breath was coming in gulps.
“How?” she asked again. I stood up and pulled her small clothes the rest of the way off down past her boots and flung them to the floor. I stepped between her spread legs and held them up against my shoulders as the cards I had made disappear rained down upon her heaving chest.
“No one dare accuse the Baroness of being a cheat, and thus would never have thought to search you,” I said as she smiled back at me, the cards sticking to her sweating breast.
“Ingenious. And here I thought I the fox and you the rabbit,” she said pulling her legs down and spreading them around buttocks using me to pull herself up. She fumbled expertly at my pants freeing my manhood almost instantly and taking me into her mouth. I curled my hands in her hair and couldn’t help but moan as the room spun in the rush of sensations she was causing. The Baronesses’ tongue worked wonders on my head and shaft, she was ravenous the way sucked my cock.
I was not surprised the Baron was so outraged, apart from his embarrassment and the insult of his wife bedding another man, I really would be in danger tomorrow if not tonight. I was already pulsing eagerly in her mouth and was well at risk of coming too soon the way she was working me. I pulled free from her and took her abbots with me, dropping them on the floor with the collection of her garments.
“My lady a fox you may be, but tonight I prefer we both be rabbits,” I said grabbing her feet and pulling her to me. I spread her wide and kneeled beside the bed bringing my mouth to her.
She tasted salty and sweet, and her come was an overpowering scent. Her fingers tore savagely into the sheets as her back arched. I had to pin her hips to the bed to continue without her hips slamming my jaw shut on my tongue. I continued to please her, slipping my tongue in and out, up and down until she panted and cried her fingers digging deep furrows into my scalp as she came again and again. I rode the wave of her hips with my face. Her screams echoed off the suite’s walls and I revealed in her pleas for me to continue.
Finally, when her gasps turned to bare hoarse whispers only rivaled by the thrashing of her hips, I pulled up. Slowly I kissed her her inner thighs and moved up, blazing a hot wet trail across her still heaving stomach and onto her chest. She tensed all over again and orgasmed more as my tongue tease her hard nipples, and the air made them cold. I went from one to other getting them hot and wet, only to move back to the other leaving the one I had just sucked to become cold and hard.
I continued north the hot wet kisses leaving a trail of sensation up her body. Her hips tilted gently and then rocked as my fingers entered her again. I didn’t even have to move my hand; her eager hips did all the work. Our lips met in a hot embrace as I moved past her neck.
“You Sir, make me into quite the whore and eager doesn’t even begin to explain my need.” She growled at me as she pushed me off of her and straddled me. I felt her hips slam down on me and my hard cock penetrated deep inside her. Her hips rocked back and forth hard with her need. Her red ringlets were fell back behind her as she tilted her head back and she moaned better than any whore ever had. She moved faster and faster desire driving her need to greater lengths, yet still never sated. I reached up caressing her firm breast my fingers gently but firmly teasing her nipples. Her screams melted over the echoes, and her hips dug into me as she squeezed tightly against my throbbing cock. I could hold no more. I spilled into her, an ocean of hot seed, and bucked her high into the air, but she rode me like a disciplined rider did a wild mustang. Her hips slamming back and forth till my seed slipped out past us and down to the bed. She rode me hard and rough and when I thought I must either die or stop she rode me harder.
I had revealed in her pleas for more and now she fucked me so I hard I couldn’t find even plea. My fingers tore past the holes in the sheets and into the mattress. I bucked and bucked, but she rode me harder and harder. I felt like she was the trainer and I was the horse that must break, but I knew if I did I’d no longer be a Mustang. I’d be her pet. I rolled us over and over into her deeper and harder. She squealed with shock then came hard against me.
I continued to fuck her faster and faster as her screams fell away and she bit into my chest. The pain lanced through me, but I purged it and fucked her harder. My right hand was reaching up to her throat. I squeezed gently, as I rocked back and forth hard. At first, her face turned to fear then shock as the pleasure slammed through her. Her screams cut off into strangles sounds of pleasure; I kept fucking her harder and harder until just as eyes started to roll back, I released both my hand and seed. Again I flooded into her, and as her eyes moved back to focus on me. I collapsed on her heaving chest my engorged cock still within her. Her hips slowed to stillness, and she gasped and cried.
“My God!”
“Too hard my lady?” I asked with a wicked grin. She smiled back and wiped away tears.
“My Lord you deserve to be called a God.” She whispered and shuddered, as I withdrew from her.
“No, my lady Gods have mercy. I do not.” I whispered gently but with primeval intent and smiled as she thought about the implications of what I said and smiled.
“Does it make me the worse for being glad you didn’t show me or my husband mercy,” she asked adjusting her body to press against me and before I could answer she was asleep. I smiled at her and curled up around her and slept.
The light crept in through the window, and I lay there, the messy spread of red ringlets spread across the pillow and my arm. The Baroness had been fantastic, and if I wasn’t wrong, she was probably the real brains behind the gambit she and the Baron had been running on the Gambling house patrons, the actual victims. I was sure that Sir Jurgan wouldn’t suffer, I had no doubt he received his cut.
I quickly shut my eyes as I felt her shift. I could almost feel her staring at me. She slid lithely from the bed and crept to her gown left the previous night in a pile at the foot of the bed. With thoughts of last night, my blood started to boil, and I wanted to bed her again.
“Your man betrays you, Master Jack,” the Baroness said in a still slightly hoarse whisper as she eyed my hard cock.
” Mmm that he does. I didn’t catch your first name?” I asked smiling at her.
“Oh. Well, Master Jack, I was your whore last night, not this morning. Should have asked then,” she said bending over to pull up the dress.
The dark purple caught rays of light and slightly changed hues as she pulled it over her near perfect breasts. I got up from the bed and wrapped my arms around her pressing my betraying manhood against her firm ass.
“My lady didn’t enjoy last night?” I asked in a gentle whisper my lips warm against her neck.
“I did very much, but last night I was yours. This morning I am the Baroness again,” she said bracing herself against me.
“You, my Lady never stopped being the Baroness,” I said as my hands caressed her full breasts.
“I’d ask what my husband the Baron would say to that, but he should never have bet me,” she said turning around releasing her dress.
