'Don't underestimate Dick, my love. He is slow but he can think, and he likes me. He felt really sorry for me, I can't imagine he could ever be so jealous he'd harm me. But Agnes, I'm a soldier and a gutter rat, I can fight really well though I've never shown it. I can defend both of us without hurting him badly, even though he may be twice my weight. I do not fear him under any circumstance, and I feel kind of bad for him that I took his place with you.
Can you show him that you still like him, though you no longer want to fuck him, or would that be injurious to your dignity? Don't get that the wrong way, I really have no idea how to handle staff.'
'I suppose I could. You think he would be pleased with normal attention as well?'
'Well, having sex with the mistress is better, of course, but being ignored after having been intimate is much worse. He did please you, didn't he?'
'He did. But now I truly love you, and I want to be a good wife to you, and that means being faithful.'
Dennis experienced a physical shock. By now they were in each other's arms again, and he gripped her tightly and exclaimed,' You want us to be married?'
She tried not to be hurt by his reaction and replied as calmly as she could,
'Yes, I want you to make me your wife.'
'But Agnes, I'm born lower than low. My mother was a whore and I never knew my father. My birth was so beneath notice that though I was an outstanding soldier, I could never be promoted above private. I should be ashamed to love a lady like you, let alone share a bed with her. Marriage is totally out of the question. You should not marry anyone less than a gentleman, and even that would be most unwise. Any man you married would own you! I want to prove my love and dedication for you, Agnes, but I don't want to own you. That would be the world upside down! I may talk dirty to you, and tup you like a billy, but I'd rather throw myself at your feet and worship you than be your master.
If you still want to take Dick to his little room, I'm fine with that. You don't have to be faithful to me, you just have to be you. Please don't deliver yourself to me, that is as wrong as keeping me in a collar.'
He was truly upset and started to wheeze again.
Curiously, Agnes felt a laugh well up. 'I suppose I have to fuck you,
immediately, since you're upsetting yourself, but I'm sure you're as sated as I am. So let's just lie here in each other's arms and do nothing. There is no rush, I'm not going to force you into anything. I would like us to be married, to prove my dedication to you, but I'm not a starry-eyed virgin anymore, I'll survive by just loving you and being loved by you. I understand you very well, though personally I don't care. I don't care about rank, and I don't fear delivering myself to you, I think you'd take great care of me. But I did not mean to upset you, love, and I still didn't look at those whip-cuts. Will you turn your back on me? I won't take a second.'
Her words appeased him and his breathing improved immediately, he was right, it was a nervous condition. Knowing it wasn't dangerous she actually found it endearing, he looked so vulnerable and cute when he panted.
Quickly and objectively, she studied and probed the cuts she had inflicted on him about a week ago. They were indeed healing well, in a few months they would fade to pink, and in a year no-one would know they were more recent than the others, and given to him by a woman, hopefully his wife by then.
She kissed every single one, then took him in his arms until the wheezing had stopped, ready for some lunch by now, and looking forward to telling him about her writing.
Chapter 8
In the following days they really got to know each other, spending most of their time together, actually talking. Dennis offered to entertain himself for a few hours if Agnes wanted to write, he was looking rather forward to reading some of her books, but she said she wanted to spend this week with him, she'd go back to writing the next week, when he was settled in the household.
Of course he was settled within days, he knew half the servants already, Cook and John rarely said anything, and Charles, the artist who worked as a gardener, seemed mighty pleased to have someone new to talk to and show his work and the garden to.
But Agnes obviously wanted to be with him, and since he wanted to be with her, he didn't say anything and just enjoyed their closeness.
Expecting Dick to be jealous of him, Dennis was very surprised and pleased to find him sincerely glad that he was staying.
'I thought you'd leave when the mistress set you free, Dennis. Will you marry the mistress? She loves you.'
'Not yet, Dick, it's too early to think of marriage.'
'Do you want children, Dennis?'
Dennis didn't, but Dick seemed to find them important so he tried not to be blunt about it.
'I never thought of it much, Dick, life was pretty dangerous in the army. I was busy staying alive. I'll think about it now.'
'The mistress told me she can't have them, Dennis. Do you mind?'
'I don't, actually. Do you want children, Dick?'
That made him sad.
'I can't have any, they'd be like me. Mother said I shouldn't be with a girl because I might get her with child, but I couldn't say no to the mistress.'
'I think you'd be a great dad, Dick. If you want children I think you should have them. Just choose a smart girl.'
'None of the girls would have me at home, they said I was stupid because I couldn't read.'
'I can't read very well either, Dick.'
'Why not, Dennis?'
'I only had lessons until I was nine. Did anyone ever try to teach you to read?'
'No, Dennis, they said I couldn't learn anyway so why bother.'
'So then you don't know how smart or stupid you are. I can't teach you because I can't read very well myself. But Guy can, he's very smart. Why not ask him?'
Dick obviously didn't believe him one bit, but Dennis wouldn't forget.
As the bruise on his throat faded and the whip-cuts healed and almost blended in with the older ones, Agnes managed to come to terms with her guilt. She showed her beloved how to find his way on the moors and they rambled for hours. But she also wanted him to ride with her, first on a placid horse she kept for farm work and for John to use for running errands, but when Dennis had found his seat she offered to trade horses for a while.
'If you can handle a hunter I'll get you one of your own. You don't mind my riding astride, do you?'
Riding the hunter was exhilarating, and seeing Agnes ride astride no less so.
Dennis did find her attitude disconcerting. Would she quit riding if he told her it bothered him? He admired her independence, he didn't want her to conform to his wishes. But she already knew that, so he decided to not attach any importance to this by talking about it. For she gave as good as she got during their love-play, she became ever more spirited and creative. No sign of humility in either of them, they became ever more attuned to each other.
The moors came back to life as spring neared its end, the trees sprouted leaves, the heath shot up and looked green and healthy once more. Suddenly the weather turned balmy, and Dennis thought it was time to execute a little surprise he had thought up for his lady.
He had worked it out ever since their first week together, and prepared everything for the day the weather would improve. After their morning ride, still on the road horse but nonetheless very enjoyable, they had given the horses and the hounds over to John, and when they walked back to the house Dennis grabbed for Agnes and missed her on purpose.
She ran off and he chased her, as he had promised weeks ago. She cried out in excitement and went for the long hill, undoubtedly expecting Dennis to catch her and take her against a tree or in a little dell. But when they were halfway up the hill, Dick came running from the stables, clearly not
recognizing the playfulness of it all.
Dennis didn't spot him, he was too busy chasing his beloved, soon they were out of sight of the slope, and he caught up with Agnes and slung her over his shoulder, as he had promised. She forgot to mention s
eeing Dick in her instant arousal, Dennis was stronger than she had imagined and he had a certain attitude she hadn't seen in him before, there was a fire in his eyes that reminded her of his past as a leader of a gang of youths, this was the man she had wanted to keep a slave, the dangerous man, the violent man.
He had assured her Dick could not stand up to him and she believed him now. For a moment, she felt a little fear, what if he reverted to his old behaviour, she was helpless against him. But that thought aroused her even more, she trusted him and let him push her against a sturdy birch, hidden from the main path by a brush of fresh green undergrowth, a rare cover in this open landscape, he must have scouted it out carefully.
He kissed her roughly and with great heat, then lifted her skirts, and pushed her up until she was on his knees, her back against the tree, her legs dangling above the ground. One hand steadied her, the other pushed aside her underwear, and before she knew it she felt him enter her, a feat of strength that impressed her, and excited her like nothing else. He was groaning and straining, his mouth still kissing her at times, and the whole situation made her head spin with lust and delight.
Until she saw Dick turn up from behind the brush, he must have been looking for them all this time, his face looked determined to save his mistress from being ravaged, and Dennis didn't know he was there, this was bad. Totally overcome with heat now, Dennis was unreachable, and it was so hard for Agnes to concentrate on Dick's approach and the danger it posed to her beloved. A groan was pushed out of her, and another one, and now Dick was within reach.
'Don't hurt him, Dick!' she screamed, seriously alarmed by now, but Dennis did not let up. Dick reached out, touched Dennis on the shoulder, smiling now, and asked, 'Can I have a go now, mistress?'
They had set her up! Dennis had set her up, and Dick had played his part to perfection. Dennis pulled back and carefully set her back on the ground, sweating with the effort, a bit overcome with heat yet. And he was not the only one, now she knew it was a setup she couldn't wait to see what would happen, her pussy still ached for more, and to be taken against a tree by Dick
had to be something special.
'Yes, Dick,' she panted, 'hurry, I want your big member inside me as quickly as possible.'
'You don't want me to lick you?'
He must really enjoy that to be so disappointed, but of course he hadn't had sex in weeks.
'Later Dick, first this.'
He started to show his excitement now, and something in Agnes hoped he'd lose it and take her like he did that one time, his first time ever.
Lifting her easily, the same move as Dennis had made, he had probably explained this to Dick in detail, the large man lifted her skirts, opened his pants, his huge cock bursting forth, Dennis exclaiming happily at the sight of it. The large hand moved her underpants, and oh, to feel him slide in slowly, gently, that was just incredible. He was so strong, his loins carried her like a horse's back, she felt like she was riding only filled up by a thick, hard member. Thrown up, and down again on that fabulous dick, her legs dangling and her arms on his shoulders, she found his rhythm and rode him in one big wave of bliss, one powerful thrust after another.
Then he did lose it, poor Dick, he had built up so much fervour that Agnes got the ride of her life for several minutes, she couldn't stand the delight, it was so powerful, so blissful, she let go totally, holding his arms to stay on. A powerful climax hit her and she nearly fell off, a hand steadying her until she sat back up, a bit disappointed for Dick had slowed, before he even had reached a climax himself.
Why did he stop, and how? He had been out of control moments earlier.
'He really, really wants to taste your pussy again, Agnes,' she heard a beloved voice say.
Dennis, he had stopped Dick, to give him a chance at what he wanted most.
Still floating on that high she heard her voice giddily affirming, 'Sure, he can have whatever he wants after such a ride. My legs are trembling.'
She was now laid down carefully on a thick blanket, he had hidden a blanket as well! There was no way to tell who held her, lust had her in its grip and she was still totally overcome. Now her legs were spread very gently, but by rough hands, and she felt her labia pulled aside with just the right force to give her a thrill of anticipation. Then the warm tongue touched her, and everything spun round and round, a climax approaching but staying just out
of reach for what seemed minutes, the greedy mouth sucking the little ball inside her pussy until it reached out for the warmth and the wetness, the tongue back again, exploring until it found the exact spot that caused her to pant and lick her lips.
Something was different, not just being among the heath, this was not a normal occasion for more reasons than the tree. Dennis was there!
She looked for him and he was close to her, enjoying the sight of Dick finally getting his due, digging in his mistress' pussy with hunger. Her lover was not jealous at all, just incredibly heated, he touched himself lazily as he looked his fill of the scene before him. But Agnes suddenly knew what she wanted, her mouth was eager for something to fill it as well, and she caught Dennis'
attention and gestured to him. He got her point and kneeled before her, his cock just where she wanted it.
She almost grabbed for it, and stuffed it in her mouth, tasting her own intimate juices, she sucked it greedily, and licked to her heart's content, totally overcome with heat once more, shuddering with another high, and still Dick wouldn't let up. Frankly, she wanted to taste his cock, too, how would it feel to have such a member in her mouth, and how would he react? He had never experienced this, and he should, even if it were just this once, he might never have sex again.
As if he read her mind, Dennis carefully got up, and she let him go. Soon, her pussy was deserted for few seconds, then she felt the less fervent, but more deliberate touch of her beloved on her tingling softness. He added a finger and she groaned in bliss. Then she felt a large shape kneeling beside her, bashful of course, they had never done this and it was a domineering position, something Dick had always been careful with.
But Agnes would have none of that, she pulled him in firmly, until he was touching her body with his knees, and then she took his member in a solid grip and licked the head gently. Poor Dick nearly buckled, he had never felt anything like it, but he kept himself upright and let her continue. She took it in her mouth, it also tasted of herself, and Dick actually cried out.
'Mistress, mistress, have mercy!'
He didn't seem displeased though, so she continued, taking it in as far as it would, it was magnificent, so large, so hard, and he loved her sucking so much. Making him shudder and moan was great fun, until Dennis' attentions started to take over, building up to a blinding climax.
She wanted to be fucked again, but she also wanted this cock, so she quickly presented Dennis with her backside, on her knees, bent over Dick's loins, sucking his huge member with relish while being filled up from behind.
Dennis rode her as she had ridden Dick, slowly at first, but ever faster, until they both cried out in release, and she was just in time to let Dick's seed spill in her hand when she felt his shaft contract slightly at the base where she was holding it.
They fell back to the blanket, both men, Agnes dumping the sticky mess in the grass beside the blanket before she settled between them. Dennis was laughing, chest heaving with the exertion. Dick was confused and delighted at once, though still showing his mistress the proper respect.
Dennis recovered first, of course.
'So how was that for the two of you?'
Poor Dick, no-one ever asked him what he thought of anything, he didn't know what to say, but he looked very satisfied.
'That was amazing, beloved, though I was frightened at first. You're such a good actor, Dick, I thought for sure you were going to beat Dennis off me.'
Now Dick knew what to say.
'I'd never hurt Dennis, mistress, he is my friend. Thank you for letting me join you, mistress, and De
nnis. It was hard, not touching you for weeks. I know I must be obedient, but I missed it. I'm sorry I lost it for a moment, it was so good.'
'Never mind, Dick, it was the best ride I ever had.'
He didn't understand that, so she explained patiently, and they talked a little longer, Agnes found out Dick had been watching them from behind the brush until the moment was there to show himself.
She was amazed he could time that well, somehow Dennis had a much more realistic image of what his friend could do.
'I think it's because I learned so much here,' Dick actually concluded, 'you remember me from the first, but Dennis got to know me later. My mother never let me do anything, she said I couldn't understand, or I couldn't do it.
But Patrick and Guy just explained again, or showed me, then trusted me to do it right. Cook even lets me cut the fillets now, that's very difficult.'
It was just incredible to hear Dick talk like that, he seemed almost like a normal man, in fact, only his humble attitude set him apart. Dennis seemed to feel true affection for the large man, and to perfect his naughty surprise she consented to join Dick and the boys for lunch in the kitchen. Since their
agreement, Dennis and herself lunched together in the dining-room, but Dennis clearly preferred to sit with all the others in the kitchen, they had great fun together, and since Dennis had no gentle upbringing, he didn't see that as beneath him. So now they went back to the house for lunch, washing up before they sat down, and Dennis helped put out the food as Dick ran off to fetch the last haunch of venison from the cellar in honour of the mistress joining them.
When he was gone from the room, John looked at his mistress directly, and said dryly, 'If you would pay him a decent wage, he could finally get married.
He needs a woman of his own.'
Patrick and Guy looked outraged at his way of talking to the mistress but Dennis smiled broadly, apparently he shared John's view and was diverted by the stable boy's spunk to call the mistress out in public.
But for herself, she was stunned. Frankly, Guy handled wages and other domestic affairs, Agnes had assumed Dick sent his wages to his parents like the good son he was.
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