Deanna smiled and kissed him. He moved on top of her and made love to her again.
THE END
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Trapped by the Duke
Regency Romance
By: Rita Ryan
Trapped by the Duke
The Duke, the Duchess and the Maid!
Chapter 1
Ruthin Castle sat tall and proud in the distance. As the Duke and his wife, the Duchess came home from the shore, it was sure to be a nice rest. The manor house was the first spot they would end up, skipping the late meal of the day to get fully rested up.
“So do you feel this was a good trip?” Duchess Priscilla asked her husband.
“Quite good, in fact I’ve learned a lot this weekend!” Duke Harold stated, his gaze knowingly scanning her body with interest.
Priscilla turned a bright red, the memories of their weekend flashing through her mind.
“Dear you’ve seem to have turned a darker shade of red then I’ve seen in some time.” Harold chuckled.
“My dear, you have made me turn red from those memories of how you’ve played my body perfectly.” She admitted gracefully.
Harold caressed her neck with his fingertips. The electrical jolt they both felt made it tempting to take each other in the back of the carriage, but they were too close to home, and would have to stop before completion. Instead Harold withdrew his fingers and looked at her with the look of hunger she knew meant when they got back to the manor house, she would be well pleased once again.
It was a short ten minutes later as the carriage pulled into the Castle grounds and they were welcomed home by their servants.
“Welcome home, may I make you a meal?” Their maid Cynthia asked.
“Not yet, Cynthia, can you wait about half an hour.” The Duke smiled.
“Of course my lord.” Cynthia walked away, swaying her ass just so.
“So what do you think?” He turned to Priscilla asking her a question that only the two of them seemed to understand.
“I think she would work.” She smiled a lascivious look that made his knees go weak instantly.
Harold rushed his wife into the confines of their home on the castle grounds, and they barely had the door closed before he had her half undressed.
“Someone is a bit frisky.” She laughed at his advances.
“More than a bit my dear.” He gave her a look that had her melting on the spot.
Harold kissed his way from her neck to her wrist. The silky skin he’d only recently tasted, but it was so intoxicating that he couldn’t get enough of her. Her body reacted to him with the building lust and wetness that he could bring between her legs so quickly. Sometimes it was just a look and she would be ready for him.
Priscilla moaned as Harold bit her neck lightly, sucking on her skin, nipping, but not breaking the skin. Her moans became louder as she got more excited by his touch and kisses. He rips off his shirt to match her naked skin, going down he kisses her deeply on the lips, his tongue searching the depths of her being.
She dragged her finger nails down his back, he growled in response. “Oh dear, I am going to show you who is the king of this day.”
He plunged deeply into her, bringing a scream of passion from her. She came up to meet his thrusts, and they matched paces. The excitement gets to him though, and he is soon finishing inside of her, they both are breathing deeply though, and she has been pleased by his thrusting.
“Perhaps later we can make it to the bed!” Priscilla stated as she laughed.
“Yes dear, we will.” He looked at her, the love showing deeply in his eyes.
They got up and got dressed. “So you think the maid would enjoy some fun?” Priscilla asked Harold a bit later.
“I’m thinking she has her thoughts in that area. Haven’t you ever noticed the sways and the bending over in front of me before?” Harold asked her.
“Of course dear. But you are a very handsome man. After all who wouldn’t want you inside of them?” Priscilla reminded him of how much she desired him every moment of the day.
“You are truly insatiable my dear.” Harold chuckled.
Priscilla looked at her husband the Duke, he was tall, and had muscles that made him a dream. The powerful chest that was accented with his dark black hairs, and shoulders that were broad. When he wrapped his arms around her, she felt safe and secure. Before they had married, she had often dreamt of being his wife, or even lover, she wouldn’t have been picky, the man was a fantasy just waiting to happen. The first time he had kissed her, she could remember his tongue probing into her mouth, it was hot, and the thoughts it sent through her mind were anything but those of a good virgin girl that she had been at the time. That night he hadn’t taken her, but had only kissed her, leaving her wanting more, wanting to see him naked to feel his tongue rake all over her body.
They had a short courtship, in about three months from the first kiss they would be married. Priscilla’s mind wandered to the past, that honeymoon night, the first time she actually saw Harold naked. The memory drew her away, a sharp intake of breath, and she was right in the room that night.
“You look lovely my dear.” Harold stated as he looked over his blushing bride, who had changed into her night gown. It was silky, and hid nothing of her body.
“Thank you my lord.” She had lowered her eyes, embarrassed by the power of his hot gaze her way.
Harold had chuckled, he knew she was a virgin, and could not wait to tame this wild flower, he was sure that she would be wild in bed, after all, she had that dark auburn hair, and he’d heard about red heads from his friends. Though he had never had one, not until tonight, Harold could feel his loins stirring at her delectable body. She was petite, only 5’ 4” tall, and had big breasts, with huge brown rings around the nipples. His mouth watered at the thought of sucking on those nipples.
Walking closer to her, Priscilla felt thrilled, and scared at the same time. He had not removed his breeches as of yet, but she could clearly see the bulge that was huge, poking out from them.
“Uh. I’m not so sure this will work.” She had stated, almost ready to faint from the size of his member.
“Don’t worry, it will not hurt a bit. I’ll make sure you are more than ready before we even begin.” He had smiled, it was a wicked look, but one that drove Priscilla mad.
He bent down, kissing her lips softly at first, then probing her mouth, much like he had that one night long ago. She opened her mouth willingly, taking his tongue and grabbing it, exchanging the kiss, wrestling with his tongue. They were both soon breathing faster, he broke the kiss, and moved to her neck. Biting it ever so gently at first, then harder, and sucking at the same time. Priscilla gasped at the reaction of her body, and the feelings he was causing to stir inside of her.
He lowered his mouth to her nipples, taking one into his mouth and sucking it in deeply. She clawed at his back in passion, her moistness becoming a flood of pure desire. Her body reacted by arching up, urging him to enter her deeply. Harold was not done with his play though, he wanted her to be so wet and ready that any pain that might have normally been felt because she was a virgin would be diminished, inconsequential to the pleasure she would be feeling.
“Please.” She cried out, pleading in her voice.
“Not yet my sweet.” Harold murmured, lifting his
mouth long enough from her wonderful and tempting nipple, then diving back to the other one quickly. His hand meanwhile had moved lower between her legs, parting her lips with his fingers, he gently glided the finger inside of her. The moan that escaped from Priscilla was one that sounded animal in nature, a growl of pleasure that he had awakened inside of her body. Her privates were pounding in pleasure, it felt as if she would burst open.
Harold didn’t want this to be her first orgasm, not such a little one, when he knew the way to push her so far over the edge that she would be catapulted into a region that few women ever experience. So he lowered his head, parting her thighs with his big hands, and settled down between them. He covered her nub that was throbbing with his mouth, running his tongue along the sides and top of her. Sucking in the flesh that was tender and tasty, he lapped using upward strokes that soon had her thrashing about crazily. He put his arms on her to hold her in place, so that his mouth could make the full connection he wanted, and gliding her along the path to heaven. Priscilla let the joyous feelings overtake her and soon she was screaming his name, as the throes of her first orgasm took her body over.
Harold brought his face up to hers and kissed her deeply, letting her taste her own juices. “See how sweet you taste?” As she kissed him, he slowly pushed his hardness deeply into her. Priscilla came up with her body, matching his strokes perfectly, like it was natural. The passion of his strokes soon had her over the edge once again, and he followed shortly after.
“Dear, where are you?” Priscilla came back into the present as Harold whispered in her ear, nibbling the tip of it.
“Oh, I was just remembering our first time.” She smiled broadly. Kissing him deeply.
“I see!” Harold had created a monster that night, Priscilla was quite the sex fiend, not that he minded, and in fact it was quite nice.
Chapter 2
Harold looked closely at his wife. The first time they met he knew there was something special about her. There was an attraction between them, but it was stronger than he had ever felt before. That first night he had kissed her, he knew that she would be the one to have him settle down and soon be married. He couldn’t get her out of his mind after he left. Her mouth had been so kissable, that when he had inserted his tongue, it had melted with a heat of passion.
Sure he had other women in the past, after all, as a Duke you had women, and girls throw themselves at you all the time. He had sex any time he wanted to have it. But it wasn’t the same as when he was with Priscilla, there was an animal attraction there, a deep seeded want and need that drove him. Every time he had made love to her it was better than the last. The best thing was that she wanted to include other people in their sexual activities though. Not that he wouldn’t have been okay with just pleasing her, but the change from time to time was nice. That is why he had been looking at the maid lately.
The maid, a younger girl of 23, especially when compared to Priscilla and Harold who were now 29 and 35, respectively. Not too young though, however, he was sure this girl would be a virgin, and there was something exciting about taking a virgin. They didn’t know what to expect, they were nervous, but they were also more willing to allow you to experiment. If the maid, Cynthia, would be willing to let Priscilla watch, or even touch her, well that would be found out at a later time.
Harold glanced at his wife, she was still sitting there, obviously thinking of the honeymoon night, or some other night or time they had had sex. He could tell by the knowing smile and look in her eyes. It was smoldering, much like the way she would look at him, almost all the time, come to think of it. He wouldn’t give that up for anything, it was something to be so desired all of the time!
He closed his eyes and began to wonder what they could talk the maid into doing with them, and how it might go? Would she be a scared little girl, acting afraid, or perhaps she would be the willing participant, happy to have the attention of her master’s? His mind wandered through many possible fantasies, but he was drawn back to that first time with Priscilla as well. He remembered how wet she had been, how sweet her honey had tasted as he licked her neither regions. In response his tongue licked his lips in the present.
Priscilla was a young girl of only 19 all those years ago when they first met, she was a good girl too. Coming from a family that had power in the region, and one that would be a great match for the two families. In all honesty though, Harold who had been 25 at the time wasn’t ready to settle down. He had some wild oats left to sow as far as he was concerned. Settling down and marrying anyone was out of the questions, or so he had thought. There was something about the Auburn haired beauty that struck him as interesting and intriguing.
She hadn’t even been his date that night, he had come to the ball with some other lass, and though he tried to remember her name it escaped him. But he remembered seeing Priscilla across the ballroom, in her lovely pink and white dress. Her Auburn hair had been done up in a nest of flowers and simply fallen around her head like a crown. It looked dazzling, but it was her smile that had warmed him instantly. The type of smile that held not only a deep passion, but intelligence as well. With so many of the women he’d dated before having been brainless twits, it was something that appealed to him. He distinctly remembered walking away from his date of the night, not saying a word to her and going to introduce himself to Priscilla.
“Hello, I’m Duke Smyth.” He had smiled at her.
“Hello.” She had curtsied to him, as any good girl would do.
“What is your name my lovely lady?” He asked, since she had not offered, he felt obliged to find out more. Often if he introduced himself the women would have been falling all over themselves to make sure he knew their names, yet she had not, why?
“Oh I’m sorry, I’m Lady Priscilla Chance.” She giggled.
Oh, so she was nervous? He could understand this, after all he was quite a striking figure, or so he’d been told. Harold stood around 6’ 5”, which had to be a bit over a foot taller than the lady he was addressing. Perhaps he was daunting to her, maybe even intimidating?
“Would you care to dance?” He had asked her, holding out his hand for her to take.
She reached his hand and the electricity that went through them both was quite noticeable. Harold almost jumped back from it, unaware that stories of this actually happening could be possible, especially with him. Priscilla turned a bit of red at the connection, but held her own, Harold was very impressed by that.
They danced in relative silence, except for a bit of senseless chatter. Harold’s mind had whirled about, he didn’t know how to deal with the unforeseen attraction that was stronger than he had ever felt before. They passed the rest of the night on the dance floor, it had been natural to dance with her, and he hadn’t wanted to let her escape from his arms. In fact his possessiveness of her had been overwhelming, it seemed as if someone had approached them on many occasions, maybe asking for her to dance with them, but she had said “no thank you”, each and every time it had happened.
After the dance, they retired to one of the gardens outside, sitting on the bench, he had looked up at the moon, then back at Priscilla, she was beautiful, and enchanting. He had kissed her that moment, not expecting the response he’d gotten from her, or his own body. The young girl had captured his heart so quickly that Harold didn’t want to wait to see someone else snatch her up, instead the very next day he had approached her father and asked about her hand in marriage.
Three months after they would be married, and Harold had never once considered it to be a mistake. She was in fact his true love, the one who would complete him in every way. The fact that the sex was amazing didn’t hurt either. Plus she knew that he loved adventure and had never questioned the fact that once in a while he liked adding in a partner to their sessions. It was something amazing to watch as Priscilla got into having sex with another person, a man or a woman. Harold loved watching them go at it and participating as well, of course, his attentions would often focus mainly on
his lovely wife, who he loved to make scream loudly.
Harold felt her mouth encircle his semi-hard dick, and it made him come out of his remembrance of the past. “Oh wow, dear.” Harold really didn’t know what to say, she really knew how to please him.
“Mm.” Priscilla moaned with his member still in her mouth.
“You’re going to get me going before our maid shows up.” Harold tried to stop her, but she wouldn’t budge.
So instead he sat back and let his wife do what she wanted, enjoying the feel of her warm moist mouth and breath as she licked up and down his now rock hard shaft. There would be nothing like having the maid walk in while this was going on, Harold and Priscilla were still in their outer room, not having even made it to the chamber yet. It was often this way with them, kitchen table, couch, floor, pool table, whatever they could find, it didn’t matter once the mood hit them, they couldn’t be stopped.
Chapter 3
As Priscilla was enjoying her husband’s dick in her mouth, there was a knock at the door. “Come in.” Harold called out, knowing that it would be the maid, Cynthia.
She opened the door, and was shocked to see the scene. “Oh I’m so sorry.” Cynthia stuttered and began to walk back out the door.
“No don’t go.” Harold motioned her inside.
Priscilla took a moment to pull her head up, and said. “Come in dear, its fine.”
When Priscilla had moved Cynthia could see the immense member the Duke possessed, and she was shocked. She had seen her sister’s boyfriends before when they were in the bedroom, but compared to this one, he was quite small. Of course she had never really seen one really close up, after all she was still untouched. Cynthia walked in slowly, not really sure where to put the food at, in fact she couldn’t take her eyes off of the Duke and Duchess in front of her, they were both completely nude, and enjoying themselves.
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