The Duke and The Duchess

by Lady Aingealicia

  “No marks.” He hissed as he noticed her panting. Taking one hand and holding her hip, he thrust into her and with the other he held her down. She was writhing under his strength as her hips bucked back. She was so slippery, he moved without any friction.

  “Yes, don’t stop.” She called out as he felt himself sink into her. With a groan he fell on top of her. She bit her lip as her body arched against his bare chest. He caught his breath as they laid on the couch for a few minutes to recover.

  “Tomorrow, I take you shopping.” He said suddenly as he sat up beside her. “I need you to look good all the time.” He found some tissue and wiped himself as he looked at her laying on the couch.

  “Sounds good.” She said softly as she played with her nipples.

  “The bathroom is in there.” He pointed. “You will find all you need to straighten up.” He put on his shirt and tucked it in and Sassy went to the bathroom to freshen up. He placed the tie and was ready to head out by the time that Sassy came out. She looked as beautiful as the moment he picked her up.

  “I think this is the best night I have had in a long time.” She finally said noticing the nylons on the desk. He pointed to them and she grabbed them. She noticed that she did not have to wear the nylons with her dress.

  “There will be more to come.” He took her by the hand and led her back to the booth. When they arrived there were 3 other men there.

  Potentials

  “Hey there.” Brent said as he let Sassy sit down between him and a young man with blond hair and blue eyes. He looked about 21 if he was a day. The other two men were older and she knew they had a lot of money by how they were dressed. “Sassy, this is Carl, Howard, and Edward. They are business associates.”

  She nodded at all them and the drinks kept coming as she felt Howards hand on her thigh. She could not help but to think about having him on the table right there. She kept her thoughts to herself as she watched the action on the dancefloor. She knew the guys were talking business and she did not want to be a part of it.

  Finally the night was over and Brent took her home. He kissed her in the car and walked her to the doorway. She did not tell him that she had Howard’s number and planned on calling him as soon as she could.

  “I want to see you again.” He pushed her against the door kissing her. She nodded and went into her apartment building. She was walking on air. Brent had planned on taking her shopping in a week. As she got into her room, she picked up the phone. She was still needing to be taken care of.

  “Hi.” She said to the other person on the line. “Come on over. I will be ready in 30 minutes.” She gave them the address and placed the phone into the cradle. Going to the bathroom she turned on the water to the shower and hopped in washing up. She got out and lit the candles in the room. Making sure everything was perfect she waited for the knock on the door. Finally they showed up and she let him in. Wrapping her arms around him, kissing him deeply, stepping back and looking into his blue eyes.

  “I thought you would never get home.” He said as he ripped off her robe and they found their way to her bedroom. Turning her around he pushed her on the bed and she gasped. She knew his touch well. Flipping her hair down her back, he placed his hand in the locks and pulled. She whimpered as she felt his hand on her ass. She wiggled it for him and teased him. Whipping around, she found his member and placed her mouth on it, running her tongue around the head and down the shaft. He did not need much encouragement to get hard. He watched her as his hand stayed in her hair and was wrapped in her hair.

  She took him fully in her mouth as his tip hit the back of her throat. Her head bobbed up and down as his hand guided her. Suddenly he pulled her head back and he turned her back around forcing her on her knees. He plunged inside her as she held onto the sheets. Her hands clawed at the covers as his hands went from her hair to her hips, holding her as he pounded in her. Moving forward he moved his hands to her breast and squeezed until she cried out.

  She bucked back onto his dick as he bit the back of her neck. She arched into him and gave out a muffled cry. Her head down on the bed as the sheets were being ripped off. Her wetness dripped down her thighs as she cried out for more. He had no issue with that as his speed increased and he knew she was ready to explode. He slowed down and began to tease her.

  “I want to hear you say I fuck you better than them.” He ordered.

  “You always fuck me better than them and you know it.” She responded between breaths. Her head finally thrown back as he grabbed hold of her hair and pushed into her. Flipping her over, she was on her back as he laid on her. Finding her mouth he kissed her as his hands held onto her waist. His hips never stopping as her hands traced down his back. He felt the nails and went faster.

  “Good answer Sassy girl.” He commented as he felt himself release inside her. He could not hold back any longer. She cried out as she felt his seed inside her. She felt the ecstasy come over her as she sighed and fell back to the bed. He fell to the side and traced the flat of his palm on her belly.

  “Howard, you didn’t tell me you worked with Brent.” She turned to face him leaning on her hand as she looked at him. Her hand moving along his chest. He pulled her to him and kissed her on the forehead.

  “I didn’t expect you to show up with him either.” He commented as he looked at the ceiling. Getting up, he walked towards the shower motioning for her to follow him. She got up with a sigh and went with him to the shower. “Your rent is paid for the next few months.” The water fell on them as Sassy began to wash Howards back.

  “Thank you Howie.” She squealed.

  “With the condition you do not show up to the club with Brent while I am there.” He said after she gushed. Sassy knew there had to be a way for her to keep both men in her pocket as her hands snaked around to the front of Howard and she felt him harden under her touch.

  “Fair enough.” She said as she dropped to her knees waiting for Howard to turn.

  Regency Romance

  Royal Love

  By Penny Heart

  ACT I.

  Archbishop Franz Schiller Windsor wasn't actually archbishop yet and may never be. His father still held onto that title. He also wasn't German, at least not by birth, probably not by blood either. His mother had had a penchant for foreign names, as Franz's elder brother, Vladmimir, and younger sister, Julieta, evidenced. And, despite the layers of foppish adornment and the amount of authority he held in the house, he was merely sixteen. An age at which most young “men” around him were already getting married, whilst he was still getting over his “zooks, girls are a bother” years. But, like so many other noble fathers of sons his age, he was being found a wife. And, as he had not inherited, as he put it, “my brother's unfortunate countenance”, he was on his way to being the more successful son, possibly upgraded to the heir.

  He had been introduced to six daughters from the five greatest noble families under their jurisdiction. He understood his responsibility, but was also reluctant. The Holt sisters were still very young and he could only be betrothed to them for the next five years. Miss Adam was snobbish and rude beyond her status. Miss Plumm was a shut-in and, based on her mother, didn't look like she would grow out of it. Eugenia Stark was almost twenty five and would shortly be considered a spinster, but was also the sole heiress to the second largest fortune in the county after his father's. And the Winner's daughter was well-raised, polite, educated for a girl and wealthy, but also utterly boring.

  The wisest political move to make would be to marry Eugenia Stark, save her family's blue blood, earn her inheritance and make wise use of it, in the hopes his brother never married or at least never produced an heir, at which point both fortunes would merge. The wisest personal move would be to marry Anne Winner and make sure his brother didn't marry, which would guarantee himself and any sons he had his whole family fortune. But his father wanted him to marry Mía Plumm and his mother, before she had died of a wound she received whilst making the unfortunate decision t
o dine with Frenchmen in France, had tried and failed to make them both promise to engage him to one of the Holt's. They understood that the real reason was that Mrs Holt had been his mother's cousin, but at the time they had insisted it was delirium and the cries of a dying woman. But her desire and her father's desire still weighed strongly on his mind.

  So he took to the garden and brought a sweet pastry with him and sat on a wall and ate pensatively.

  He didn't particularly want to marry any of them, so, making sure he was out of the footmen and gardener's view, he lay down on the wall to take in the sun. He spied a bonnet bobbing past. It wasn't his sister's, though the girl must have been around fourteen or fifteen, the same age as her. The bonnet was quite clearly dirty and mended. A maid's bonnet.

  “Maid, what are you doing in the garden at this hour? Shouldn't you be scrubbing pots?”

  “Terribly sorry sir. I didn't see you there sir. I was on my lunch break and it was such a fine day, I thought I would take it in the garden, sir.”

  Her voice grabbed his attention. It was soft and sweet and gentle. He rolled onto his stomach and watched her. She was young and her hair was starting to poke out from under her bonnet at the back in a sweet way that made him want to touch it. Their eyes met and he grinned.

  She went beet-red. “I'm terribly sorry sir. I shall take my lunch back indoors, sir, and leave you to the garden.”

  “Now, now, now.” He muttered. “It would be terribly bad form to enjoy your lunch and not share any with the young lord of the house, ey wot?” He patted the wall beside him.

  She was taken aback by his forwardness, but, as a maid, had few options other than sit next to him or be fired. And it wasn't like with the Archduke, a known womaniser and lecher. The young master was too young to hurt her yet and too foolish to know how to go about it even if he wanted to. She awkwardly clambered onto the wall and sat with both hands clasping her cheesecloth on her lap, afraid to eat.

  “Well? Aren't you inviting me to dine with you?”

  “Why yes sir.” She fumbled with her cheesecloth and took out some toasted stale bread, leftover from breakfast, and some cheese rinds and vegetable pieces. It wasn't much and they were both acutely aware of how different her diet was to his. But, nevertheless, he accepted his serving of her meagre portions and nibbled at the stale, cold toast.

  “La, this is tough.” He muttered as he reached the crust.

  “Yes sir. It's better warm, sir, but only the higher servants can afford to eat it like that. I'm only allowed what they don't want. Terribly sorry, sir.”

  “It can't be helped.” He handed her the remaining crust. “Tell, what do you think of marriage?”

  “It's a fine thing, sir.” She twitched a little, obviously lying.

  “No, girl, really.”

  “Zooks, sir, really?”

  “Yes, girl, really.”

  “Well, sir...” She sighed. “My sister is married, sir.”

  “Marrried? La, what a ridiculous story.” He laughed at his own sarcasm. “Can't get a word out of you, can I, girl?”

  “If I'm perfectly honest, sir, I think it does nobody good, forgive my boldness.”

  “Nobody? Not even me?”

  “Well, sir, my mother is unhappy and my father is unhappy. My sister was a happy maid and an unhappy wife. And you, sir, would not be out here sitting on a wall, sharing lunch with a maid if you weren't unhappy about the very thought.”

  “How dare you, woman.”

  The maid blushed again. “Terribly sorry sir. Shall I leave?”

  He paused. “No. Whom do you think I should marry?”

  “Miss Plumm is a nice young lady, sir. You would make a handsome couple.”

  “So father says.”

  “Whom do you wish to marry?”

  He paused again. “No one. I wish to remain a frivolous, greedy bachelor with pinked toes and alcohol on the breath until the day I die.”

  She laughed, quite louder and brasher than his demure sister and courting ladies. “La, you are funny, sir!” She gasped, catching her breath.

  He smiled. “Whom do you intend to marry?”

  She stopped and looked pale. “Oh, I hope he's nice, but I really do not know, sir.”

  “Do not know? What deuced answer is that? Who doesn't know whom they'll marry?”

  “Well, I don't, sir. Father will choose for me. Perhaps with mother's wise advice, if they are on speaking terms that day.”

  “Oh...” He looked at his feet awkwardly and kicked his heel towards the hedge at the edge of the wall. “I hope he is nice too.”

  She smiled and offered him some more cheese rind. He was starting to feel something stir inside him that hadn't really awakened before. He took the rind from her gently, making sure to catch her fingertips as he seized it. She tried to pull them back, but he held fast.

  “Sir...” She was getting redder by the moment. He pulled her hand to his face and put the cheese through his lips, feeling her dusty fingertips brush them.

  “Mmm, better like this.” He mumbled through the cheese, finally releasing her fingers and watching her arm dart back to her side. “I do hope your husband is a nice man. A pretty girl shouldn't have an unpleasant husband. Does your father love you?”

  “Yes, sir.” She replied, still taken aback. “I love him very much and he loves me.”

  Franz nodded. “Then he will find you a nice husband. I am sure of it.” He swallowed the cheese. “And if he doesn't, I will take you as my wife.”

  “That is very kind of you, sir.” She smiled, obviously flattered. “Though I'm not sure your father would approve.”

  “I suppose not. What sort of a concubine would you be?”

  “Sir!” She was red again. “I must be going, sir.”

  “Shame. I shall see you later?”

  “Of course, sir, see me in the gardens at lunch?”

  “Wonderful, I'll be here.”

  As she skipped off the wall, he grabbed her bonnet and, loose as it was, it came right off, leaving her hair to tumble down.

  “Sir? May I have my bonnet back?”

  “Go get another one. I want to be sure you return.”

  “I do not have another one, sir. Please return it.”

  “Ask another maid for one. Say I told you it was dirty. Now get on.”

  Not wanting to argue with her lord, she ran off to the kitchens. She would have to return the next day.

  ACT II.

  She had a very hard time getting a new bonnet from the head maid, but eventually they agreed her bonnet needed washing and she was told to wash it as soon as he returned it. She was pretty certain she was almost fired. Not that he would probably care. Why did she have to have masters with such inconsiderate whims? Although, when his fingertips met her lips, she had felt deeply towards him. But that was only natural. After all, so few men had ever touched her that her young heart leapt when she felt hands on her face. But she wasn't fully aware of this and she was worried that she may not control herself in his presence. Based on what her sister had been saying about harlots, she should already be deeply embarrassed. But she didn't feel that way. She enjoyed the young lord's company and wanted to spend much more time in it.

  That night she dreamt of him. He took her in his arms and fed her from his fingertips and she fed him from hers. He asked her to marry him. It was light and ethereal, but somehow very real, so real that when she woke up she wondered why he wasn't there.

  The next day she snuck out a piece of pork pie along with her meagre rations and made her way toward the wall, where he was waiting. She sat on the wall next-to him and they chatted about the garden and their respective future marriages.

  “I won't be married for a long time yet, it seems.” He sighed, sounding relieved. “Father has decided that Vladimir must marry first. Zooks, if that man, with that face, ugly as sin, ever marries, I will eat my hat, no, my shoe.”

  She laughed. He was so much fun. Especially compared to the other servants an
d nobles. She dared not tell him how his brother, Vladimir Said Windsor, was always making lecherous advances on her and asking her to clean his room whilst he was still in bed. Her face went bright red just to think of it. She had managed to stop him making any further advances, but she was terribly afraid that if she didn't marry soon, between the Archduke and his first born she had no chance of retaining her purity for her husband.

  “He is ugly as sin, though, ey wot?” Franz muttered as he bit a chunk out of the pie. “La, this is good eating. Where did you get it?”

  She smiled meekly. “It was intended for the valet, but footmen, but I took a small slice whilst the cook was not looking.”