The Duke's Dilemma: Regency Romance Menage Short Stories

by Lacoste, G. G.

  “Oh, make me yours.” She screamed as the orgasm ripped through her body. He pulled his mouth away just as she began to squirt her juice all over the bed. Before she could think, she felt the head of his cock rubbing against her gaping hole. She felt dizzy.

  “Please me,” she pleaded with him begging him to make love to her. She wanted to feel his manhood inside her and feel his hips banging her pussy and ass.

  She pushed her hips towards him, moaning in a primal way. He reacted to her pleasure and fucked her like she’d never been fucked before. She relished in every thrust.

  He lifted her left leg onto his shoulder while thrusting deep in her. He slid his hand down and rubbed her ass. It felt so good that she melted. His forefinger slid slowly towards her gaping asshole. She wasn’t sure how she’d feel but as he drew nearer, she panted with desire.

  She found it amazing as his finger slid in and out of her ass. The orgasm ripped through her stronger than the first time. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her veins throbbed in her temples. He joined her, holding his dick as it spilled its milky treat inside her.

  CHAPTER TWO

  John sat in his room; the manor was luxurious and magnificent, with marble floors with massive bathrooms. Everything was elegant and neatly placed. He sat on his bed and did what he loved most, writing sonnets for his only love. He knew he would go back to the stables and tell her how much he loved her. The memory of the ball was keeping him going. He wanted to meet her, kiss and embrace her, and tell her he is in love with her. He wanted her to love him for who he was and not for his title. Her response to his kisses and embraces made him know how much she loved him, but something was holding her back, what could this be? He was interrupted by the knock on the door.

  Her Grace Christine, the Duchess, walked inside. She looked sad.

  “You have been avoiding me, I wonder why?” she asked as she sat on the bed. He stared at her and went back to writing his sonnets. “I asked you a question,” she continued.

  “I’ve been busy, that’s all. I have to get going.” He said.

  “You always run away from reality, I want to know why.” She demanded.

  “You are deluded if you think I will stand here and listen to your nonsense.”

  “It’s not nonsense, I’m your wife and you owe me the truth.”

  “You want the truth?” he raised his voice. “Well, you can’t give me an heir, that’s the problem. I want a baby but you can’t give me one.”

  Tears rolled down her cheeks. All she ever wanted was to become a Duchess; her parents forced her to marry John so that their debt would be cleared. She watched him as he left. She could not utter another word. This was the punishment she received after marrying John. He found out after the wedding what her parents had planned and lost hope in her ever since.

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  Rose picked up the newsletter for the hundredth time, she read it and reread it again and then tossed it back in her aunt’s library. She smoothed her hand over her hair as she pushed her chair back and walked from the library to the kitchen. She paced the length of her lovely house and she occasionally stopped to look at her family portrait. It made her heart pound; she really wanted to start a family with John. She felt she was not the right woman for him.

  Rose froze in the shadowy corridor and held her copper kettle as she thought of John. She felt frustrated knowing that the world was against them. There was no way she could ever marry John, she thought. She promised herself that she would focus on her job as a maid. She remembered how she helped the governor get a bride.

  “I am obliged to you sir for taking Elizabeth. I know that you will find that she is an obedient and quiet worker.” Rose said.

  “Heh, well, I think everything should be satisfactory now.” The governor had a strange way of expressing himself. He always cleared his throat as he spoke. Elizabeth watched them through an open door. She knew Rose was a good matchmaker. He looked strange and strict as he spoke. His eyes darted the room to assess it as he spoke.

  He had a chain cravat around his neck and a chain of his watch peeped from his waist pocket. His hair was cut to one length. He gave Rose a smug smile. “You understand that I’m a busy man and I need a good wife.”

  The water boiling in her pot interrupted her thoughts. She remembered she was boiling water. She loved John and would do anything to keep him but she feared leaving him and keeping secrets from him.

  Rose had always enjoyed the first hours after daybreak. She enjoyed that time when the sun rose and was ready to bathe its subjects in its glow. She liked summer mornings when the dew clung to the leaves and flowers. They glinted in the sun’s rays like diamonds. She appreciated the chirping of the birds from the trees as she traversed the grounds every morning.

  These musings and praises of her strength sounded fanciful and even masculine so she kept them locked deep within her. She enjoyed the wagon ride along the bumpy road. She couldn’t stop smiling. She left aside her admiration for nature and started the self-examination she started before, after her friend’s question whether she wanted to marry John one day.

  Of course she would want to marry him. He was a good catch. He was beyond good looking with good teeth and lots of hair and a pleasant image to look at every day. She knew many women had thrown their caps at him. He also recognized when a woman liked him. He saw the way her pale face infused with color whenever he was around her. She was in love with him and she was too inexperienced to hide it. There was a knock at the door. She opened the door; it was Jeremy, the Earl of Hampshire. Rose saw the disappointment in his face.

  “I’m not here to play games with you. You have not kept your part of the deal.” He said. He looked firm and on point.

  “I am trying to destroy the marriage but the Duke is still in love with his wife. I only keep him company my lord.” She answered. She was trembling; everyone knew how ruthless Jeremy could be.

  “You are not doing things right and now I want you to stop. I no longer require your services. I have found a person who will do the job right.” He started to walk away but she stopped him.

  “Who will be doing this job my lord?” She was scared and he could tell it from her trembling voice.

  “You don’t have to ask me questions. I wasted time giving a maid this kind of job.” He smiled as he exited. He knew lady Sara would win John over. She was in love with him the moment she saw him. Tears rolled down Rose’s cheeks. There was no one she could confide in. She was all alone. She wondered what John would do if he found out she was pregnant. Would he forgive her for not being honest from the start?

  She fell in love with him; this was not part of the deal. She murmured. She was done playing games and would tell John the truth. She was ready to lose her job.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Rose had awoken in the wee hours of every morning in the last few days. She was unable to fall back to sleep. She gnawed on the bone of uncertainty until the first fingers of dawn’s light crept into her bedroom window. Even when sleep eventually reclaimed her after sunrise, it returned her to its sweet oblivion. It only granted her sleepless nights where the worries of her waking state invaded her consciousness. She couldn’t stop thinking about what Jeremy said. She wanted to go away and start a new life in a place she would never see him again. She couldn’t handle the thought of him leaving her.

  She stifled the sob that was threatening to find its release this morning. She threw the covers off and walked to her window to see the sun’s milky rays as they found their way to the rooftops. What was she to do? The question wove its way through her mind and no answer presented itself. How was she going to survive without him? She also thought of marrying another man and not living her dream of marrying the person she loved. The Duke was already married to her grace Christine and he would never consider leaving his wife for a maid.

  No, she thought as she rose from the windowsill. She didn’t want to be someone’s slave or flee from her home because of John. She wanted to face ev
erything. She shook her head vigorously, and steeled herself by the knowledge that she will find a solution to the problem without settling for what she didn’t like.

  Two days had passed and Rose hadn’t heard from John. She felt bad for not telling him that she was hired to seduce him. She had made a decision not to see him again but it was so painful. The painful words of Jeremy ran through her mind as tears rolled down her cheeks. She looked at the advertisements as a loud knock came from the door. She wanted to see him; she didn’t want the relationship to end just when it started.

  “Rose it’s me John. Open up!” She froze on her bed; she didn’t expect him to come to her house. Maybe Jeremy told him something, she thought. She kept quiet for a while but he kept knocking. “I know you are in there.” He continued. She walked slowly to the door and opened it halfway, she peeped outside.

  “May I come in?” He asked.

  She was silent for a while; she didn’t want to confront him now. She didn’t know what to say yet. “Come in,” she finally said. The house looked neat like no one had spent the night there. He smiled as he looked into her eyes. He could tell she was nervous. She tried to hide her feelings. She was still hurt by Jeremy’s words and she was thinking of not seeing him again. It was a hard decision to make. She knew this would break both of them; she smiled and pretended she was happy to see him.

  “I wanted to see how you are doing.” He said as he sat down. She could tell from his statement that he knew nothing and that was a relief to her. She knew she had time to prepare on what to say.

  “You avoided me after what we shared during the season ball.”

  “I had some things to attend to.” She looked away to avoid facing him. She wanted to push him away without explaining why, the secret was so heavy and she couldn’t confess now. She wanted him so badly.

  “I understand.” He moved closer and gave her a real kiss, the most delicious, head to toe, tingly kiss she ever had. He leaned over and moved in slowly, their eyes met as he sought her consent. It was a glorious sensation to have his lips on hers again. He increased the pressure; dry smooth lips pulled hers invitingly. Her breath caught at his nearness, and from the heat that radiated from his skin to the fabric of her gown. He caressed her silky hair letting it glide through his silky fingers. Her skin was soft and her strapless gown gave him the most sensual view of her neck. He stared at her as his hands gently caressed her shoulders to her arms. He could see a chill of goose bumps rise where he touched, which made him know that his lover wanted him as much as he wanted her. She studied his face as his hands caressed her exposed skin.

  “I want you badly, can you tell?” he asked while he grabbed her hand and pressed her palm against his erection. She nodded.

  When he stood up, she was sure of what followed. She had already felt the bulge when he lay on top of her. His chest was large and full and his arms were strong with veins running through them. His manhood was both huge in length and girth. She was overpowered by his manhood lust and she grabbed it. She sucked it with mastery, sliding it in and out of her mouth.

  Her tongue tickled the tip as her hand touched his balls.

  “I wish I would have you every single day,” he swore as he bit his lower lip. She was in love with his manhood; she took it out of her mouth and examined it. She stroked it across her cheek, kissed the entire length up and down. She sucked him constantly and felt her jaw lock through the effort but she didn’t care.

  He never craved a connection more than he did now. He never thought he would ever be close to a virgin, never expected to feel this pain in his chest that made him want to burst from the emotions inside of him. She went on sucking him gently then fast, savoring each taste of his manhood

  She needed to fuck him hard, she thought. She lay back down, opened her legs and wiggled her finger to invite him.

  He ignored the painful and irritating want and cupped her boobs. He was possessive with each caress.

  “Hold on to me.” He coaxed. He helped her stand up. His tongue penetrated her mouth; he kissed her until she was breathless and speechless. He swore her name over and over and she wondered whether he liked her name. She wrapped her hands around his manhood and stroked it gently. His chest was heaving. She felt like a desperate leopard going for her prey. She put her mouth against his chest and licked his nipple, his heart felt wild and free. He watched her suck his nipple and tried to choke out a curse.

  He wanted to feel her reject his manhood but he thrust inside her anyway. She was afraid of the feeling that was awaiting her. She wanted to feel a man inside her for the first time. The curiosity was driving her crazy. “You can do this.” she convinced herself. If she resisted, she feared the risk of them getting caught and it would be embarrassing. He slid his fingers into her vagina to feel if I was wet enough. She was dripping wet. He started kissing her from the neck to her chest again.

  “Oh, dear God.” she grasped when his tongue found her nipples. Her nipples were now wet, stiff and sensitive, and she felt his need and desire in her heart.

  “I like the sounds you make and how your eyes glow when I touch your breasts. The way your nipples taste and feel drives me crazy” he touched me intimately, she could barely breathe.

  “Give me all of you” he coaxed, his voice hoarse and sexy. I want you in my mouth” his mouth was a master of pleasure giving. She whispered his name as she felt her body convulse in chain of spasms. She felt like one part of my life ended, the virgin life and a new one started. They both saw stars even though they knew it was impossible to see one from inside the house. She felt his breathing stop. This made her bold. She could make a man go wild.

  “Your manhood feels nice,” she whispered in a voice she didn’t know she had.

  “Spread your legs wider,” he said, pushing her thighs apart. Her femininity laid bare for him to see. She felt shy but nice at the same time; she wondered if she would let herself talk to him after this. She felt like a new woman ready to conquer the world.

  “You are so tight and small.” He felt like he won a lottery. The sweet scent of her arousal made adrenaline rush through his veins. He rubbed two fingers down her moist center and circled the exposed opening, then plunged into the moistness. She reached for him. He moved slowly, she rocked beneath him sensing his urge. It brought tears to her eyes; the sensation of fingers rubbing inside her was like a hot wire against her nerves. She was used to her fingers inside her pussy while she masturbated but she never thought it would be electrifying when another man pushed his fingers into her.

  She was certain he would give her whatever she needed. This thought gave her the freedom to receive.

  “Oh yes,” she said softly.

  With each movement he made, he was dragging and pulling her closer. Every shift gave a breathtaking ecstasy that seemed to grow. “Turn around” he said. His hands moved down her hips. She turned and faced the table. He gripped her hard. Her heart was pounding; she knew this was going to be painful. His grip was so tight he gave her no alternative of running away from what was coming. He thrust inside her in a slow motion; he never wanted to hurt her or to make her call for attention. She shuddered as their bodies pinned together.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  He smelled her wetness; the smell of her juice drove him crazy. He wanted to savor each moment. He rocked her softly and slowly to avoid hurting her. The pain and pleasure were intense for her.

  “Oh yeah,” she found herself moaning despite the pain. She was not backing down. He thrust into her with force and his pumping was increasing. “Oh fuck,” his movement became hard and fast, then slow again. Anticipation made him hot again. He lifted his hand to her hair and held it from the roots. The pain was gradually going away as his penis massaged her sweet spot. She screamed with pleasure. He was wild like an animal.

  She held his waist from behind for the strength; she was losing her mind with each thrust and pumping. He mastered her body until she was weeping with pleasure. Her arousal gushed through
like a tidal wave. She was his, and she could never deny this. Her cries made him feel like he was in heaven. He felt the rush and he jerked. His blood was flowing through him like a wild fire. He buried his face in her back and groaned, then surrendered the hottest and longest release of his life. He joined her in the seventh heaven. It took him a while to regain strength.

  “You are one in a million,” he was still breathing unevenly.

  “You are such a sweet man, I don’t know if I satisfy you enough” she said.

  “You don’t look like an inexperienced lady to me, you knew everything you were doing and I enjoyed every bit of it.” They were both wearing their clothes to avoid any awkward feeling from them. She felt confident about herself and wanted more of him but she wouldn’t pressure him to do anything drastic again like what they just did. She was now relieved and wanted to take things slow.

  She trembled with the after effects of making love to him, while he still held her. He soothed and massaged her with tender strokes down her back.

  “Would you like to go out and see the stars with me tomorrow? He asked without thinking of how she would react or answer. He wanted more of her. She was silent for a minute.

  She moved away from him, he was getting comfortable. She didn’t want to go against what she promised herself. It was the best thing to let him go and for her to focus on her pregnancy.

  “I don’t think I want to get married or have a relationship right now.” She said. He sensed she was not telling the truth, her kisses said otherwise.

  “I know you love, you are just trying to avoid me.” He was furious. He jumped out of bed and paced up and down. He wanted to know why she was rejecting him after all this.