In which we dive into the fire.
(The Duke of Kent's estate, the night of the Christmas Ball.)
(After the guests have departed)
The hour has grown late and the candles sink low in their holders. A servant has come and gone several times to refresh my port, or to make sure I am comfortable. The din from the ballroom receded as I read, but now I am conscious that the time has ( Read more... )
(After the guests have departed)
The hour has grown late and the candles sink low in their holders. A servant has come and gone several times to refresh my port, or to make sure I am comfortable. The din from the ballroom receded as I read, but now I am conscious that the time has ( Read more... )
The evening draws to a close and I say goodbye to my guests.
"Jeanette," I say to one of the chambermaids, who on occasion acts as a lady's maid to my female guests. (And now and then to male ones...) "Do make up the bed in the Garden Room," I say, because that is the room I usually give my guests on occasions like this. It is a pretty room, with a lovely view, and there is a rather charming erotic frieze above the bed to encourage things along. "And make up the fire. Then take Lady Reaves there and help her with anything she might require."
Jeanette nods and smiles and goes to do as she is told. She is discreet, and on these occasions she receives a healthy tip to supplement her salary.
I sit in my study and drink a glass of port, and after a little while I go up to the bedroom. The hallways are in darkness, the house quiet. I tap very lightly on the door, and then I open it.
"Good evening," I say, setting down the candle I carried on the dresser. "I thought I would enquire after your ankle."
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My head feels blessedly lighter now, and I run my hands through it's mass and shake the curls free as I stand in front of the fire. I am in mid shake when I hear a gentle tap at the door right before it creaks open. I take a deep breath and turn, smiling as I rake my fingers through my hair.
"I thought I would enquire after your ankle." I smile a bit more slyly and cross to a chair by the bed. "Tis a miracle, truly Your Grace. It seems to have made a miraculous recovery." I inform him, eyebrow arching. I sit myself down and lift up the hem of my skirt, showing him my leg up to the knee, encased in the silken hose. "But perhaps you should look at it, just to be sure." I say demurely, smiling sweetly. I wondering if he will notice my trembling once he gets closer?
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"Tis a miracle, truly Your Grace. It seems to have made a miraculous recovery." She pulls up her skirt, and my breath catches a little at the shape of her fine leg.
"But perhaps you should look at it, just to be sure," she says daringly, but I see she is shaking. The combination of ardour and nerves is very arousing. I kneel down on the floor and take her foot in my hand.
"I see it is much improved," I say, gently turning her ankle one way and then another. "Let me check for swelling..." I run my fingers slowly up her calf, and I smile at her wickedly. "I think you are very well, my dear lady," I say. "But do let me know if you are in any discomfort at all... Perhaps I can soothe you."
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"I think you are very well, my dear lady," Albert informs me, and I blush at the compliment and absently twine a lock of hair between my fingers. I would imagine in these type of... situations, compliments are natural. I am just unused to hearing any directed at me from a lover. "Thank you, my lord." I say quietly, but still smiling. "I am glad I meet with... clinical approval."
"But do let me know if you are in any discomfort at all... Perhaps I can soothe you." Oh, I am in discomfort. I have been for weeks, and if he does not soothe it I shall die, I think.
I lick my lips thoughtfully as I consider his offer. "Perhaps it is the cold weather creeping into my veins, or perhaps I bruised myself when I stumbled, but I must confess that I am possessed of a terrible ache, Albert." I admit, feeling a tightening of things low within me. I press my thighs together for a delectable warmth seems to be building up between them as I lean over and whisper into his ear. "I would be most grateful if you could help me pinpoint the source of my malady and set it to rights." I implore him, then place a lingering kiss against his cheek.
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"I would be most grateful if you could help me pinpoint the source of my malady and set it to rights."
"I believe I will have to undertake a thorough investigation," I say. "I believe in thoroughness." I smile and stroke her thigh. "I believe I will have to remove these," I say, and I unfasten the ribbons at the top of her hose, very slowly sliding them down her legs and off her feet. I intend to take my time. "Now, it will be easier to examine you if you lie back," I say, gently pushing her back onto the bed. "Tell me when you think I have reached the place you are aching," I say, and crouching over her, I begin to kiss very slowly and lightly from her ankles up her legs.
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"Tell me when you think I have reached the place you are aching," Albert bids me, and before I can think his lips are at my ankle. I gasp a little in surprise, not only at the gesture but at the fact that it sends a thrill through me. The thrill only intensifies as his mouth traverses it's way from the hollow of my ankle to the bend of my knee. Part of me is blushing and shocked at what is happening, but it does not stop me from watching what he is doing or making little sounds of delight as he examines me.
I jump a little when he nips at the rather sensitive flesh behind my knee, and gasp in pleasure. "Oh Albert, that feels all well and good, but the ache seems to be higher up, and growing more insistent moment by moment." I inform him with wide eyes, clearly showing my distress.
I reach down and run my hand through that glorious midnight hair of his. "Please continue to try and find it, please?" I ask prettily, squirming a bit although I am not even sure what it is I am asking him for. There are the things I have read about, but do people actually do such things in real life? Unclear, but undaunted, I bite my lower lip and part my thighs ever so slightly, inviting him to examine me further.
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I glance up from where I am kissing her knee and grin. Wanda is definitely getting into the spirit of the game. I purr softly as she runs her hand through my hair.
"Please continue to try and find it, please?"
"I would never deny a lady anything she asked for so courteously," I say, and the way she opens her legs a little makes me touch the tip of my tongue to my bottom lip. "I will continue to investigate all possibilities most thoroughly."
I shift her chemise up her legs, glad that she has been shed of her other underthings. Not that undressing does not have its own charms, but ladies' clothes are so laborious to take off nowadays. It does make me wistful for the clothes ladies wore in my childhood... Those light frocks were easy to remove, and clung so prettily.
I stroke my fingers along the inside of her thighs. I will not put my mouth here just yet; she may turn skittish. I smile at her, and gently my fingers creep higher and stroke against the soft hair. I find it is damp, which makes my prick harden against my breeches.
"I see you are a little wet, my lady," I say softly. "Perhaps this is the source of your malady." I stroke my first two fingers across her sex. "Tell me how that makes you feel," I say, as I slip my forefinger inside her, and very gently rest my thumb above her clitoris.
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Albert smiles at me, and I wish could return it... but it is almost too much for me to keep my eyes locked on his, to not look away. This is so different from what I am accustomed to, so open! No hasty, rough fumbling here, no quick and passionless coupling under the sheets.
I gasp and my hips jerk when he gently touches me in a most intimate way. I wait for him to give me a few quick stokes with his hand, to make sure I am ready before he takes me...
but his fingers stay light, just the barest of touches, the lightest of caresses. I bite my lip and whimper as he stokes the most intimate part of me. "Perhaps this is the source of your malady." I moan as his fingers move again, and I arch up, just a bit. "Truly, my lord. You seem to have located the very source of my distress." I moan, looking at him through hazy eyes. I can feel my nipples harden to almost painful points, the soft fabric of my chemise almost too much friction against the straining and insistent peaks.
"Tell me how that makes you feel," Albert instructs me softly and I am about to tell him it is almost maddening, and then I am arching of the bed properly, gasping sharply as I clutch the bedclothes in my hands. "I... I..." I look at him now, almost desperate. "I do not know, for I have never felt it's like." I confess in a rush, squirming wantonly against his hand at my sex. "But... perhaps... if you continue... I would have a better... idea..." I suggest, chest heaving.
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"But... perhaps... if you continue... I would have a better... idea..."
I smile at her, and I slide my finger all the way in, and then let a second join it.
"Like this?" I say, waiting to hear her moan, and then I withdraw my fingers. I do not wish her to climax just yet.
"It seems to me, dear lady, I cannot be certain this is the precise spot if I have not examined the rest of you," I say soberly, and I begin to unlace the front of her chemise. I slide my hand inside and feel her soft breast - and her hard nipple. I roll it between my fingers. "Oh, it seems there may be some sensation here, too," I say, as if surprised, and I twitch my eyebrow at her before pulling the chemise over her head. "Let me take a closer look, my dear," I say, and lowering my head to her breast I put my tongue against her nipple.
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and then he takes his hand away and I am back to where I have been for nine years. Oh, is this was sex with all men is like? This yearning for something just out of reach that I will never be able to touch? I whimper and look at him imploringly, not even knowing what I am imploring him for. He is speaking of examinations as he fusses with the laces at the top of my chemise and curse it all! I know where the problem lies, if he would only return to his ministrations! I think I might be close to begging when his hand slips past the fabric, and then I am moaning again, that feeling returning swiftly.
"Oh, it seems there may be some sensation here, too, Let me take a closer look, my dear," I don't even have time to assemble my thoughts before I am deprived of my last garment and laid bare before him. I have not been so exposed before any man in quite a number of years. When we were first wed, Robert liked to look at his pretty young wife... but now I am not even worth lighting a candle for. I have that moment of doubt every woman has, I would imagine; wondering if I meet expectations and feeling very self conscious. I occurs to me to cover myself with my hands...
Then his mouth is at my breast, his tongue just teasing my peak, and my hands have found other work, burying themselves in his hair. Again, what I am accustomed to is not what I am receiving, and for that I could weep with gratitude. "Oh yes... yes please..." I sigh, arching my body up in offering to him. "Oh, I ache so badly there Albert, please... please..." I whine, aching elsewhere too, but it's a beautiful ache that only he has been able to cause.
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"Oh, I ache so badly there Albert, please... please..."
I draw her nipple into my mouth, sucking firmly, and then I catch it between my teeth. She does not seem to find the sensation too much, and I do believe she likes it. My hand caresses her other breast, thumb stroking her peak, and then I put my mouth to that breast, tasting it thoroughly.
After this I kiss down her stomach, soft and smooth, and I pause for a moment to admire the thatch of dark red hair between her legs.
"You are lovely, Wanda," I say. It seems that pig of a husband never bothers to tell her this. His loss is my gain. I shift down the bed, and at last I put my mouth against her sex, kissing it very gently.
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I am half disappointed and half relieved when he finally moves his mouth away, for I think I may have been going mad with sensation, but his wicked mouth starts it's slow, leisurely way down my body and oh... oh... if his mouth at my breast can cause such wanton desire in me, how will I bear it if be places his mouth against...?
I take a deep a breath and look shyly down at him, and Albert is just gazing at me. Again that moment comes where it is a concentrated effort not to cover myself but keep my hands balled into the sheets at my side. "You are lovely, Wanda," He tells me softly, and I release a breath I was not aware I was holding, and all but beam at him. I would thank him, but he is shifting, and shifting my thighs...
My cry is soft, mewling and desperate at just the brush of his lips against me. The black hair against my pale thighs, those blue eyes flashing, he grins up at me and opens his mouth... it is too much. Too beautiful, too raw. I close my eyes and give myself up to him completely, hooking a leg over his shoulder and running my hands through his hair.
Like he did with my breasts, Albert starts gently, just kissing my sex, brushing his perfect lips against the very core of me. But it is not long before his mouth becomes more insistent, his tongue exploring me in ways I had never imagined possible, flicking over my little pearl, gently suckling it between his lips and grazing it with his teeth.
He caresses me in this fashion for some time, and again; there's that feeling that the world will break apart in just another moment, that I am on the ledge of a great cliff and I could topple over if ... just... something!!! I thrash against the bed, crying out for him, crying out for more, crying out for.. for... I could weep! I could scream. The linens tear under my fingernails in my delicious misery, and still I beg him, over and over for that which I have never had and cannot seem to give name to.
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The sound she makes as she climaxes is most satisfying.
I draw back after a moment and lick my fingers thoughtfully.
"You are delicious, darling," I say, leaning over her and kissing her lightly so that she may taste herself on my lips. "Quite, quite delicious."
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