Pride and Retribution

by Lyndsey Norton

  Lucy was surprised to find it was alive in her hand. She felt every throb and pulse. That was what he asked me to do! She realised, suck his cock! She dipped her head and her lips closed over the silky head of his cock, making him judder and moan. When she sucked on the end it almost made him spend on the spot. It took all his self-restraint to hang on. He tried to think of something else while she laved and sucked his cock, using her hand like a courtesan to stroke him to higher and higher ecstasy.

  His hips jerked off the bed as she swirled her tongue around the head again and as her mouth closed over him, he grabbed her hair and yanked her away, deftly rolling her on her back. ‘Two can play at that game, Madam.’ He said hoarsely and he stroked his hands up her legs until he could get his palms between her thighs and he slowly opened her legs as wide as he could. ‘Hmm! That looks delectable.’ And keeping his hands on her inner thighs he licked up the crease of her labia and persuasively worked his tongue in the folds of skin until he could feel her silky core. Lucy was awash with sensations and emotions. Nothing had prepared her for the onslaught of this most wicked kiss. She was shocked at first, but then she started to feel the sheer blissful ecstasy and she lifted her hips for him without shame.

  His tongue slid from clitoris to vaginal opening and back again, driving her mad. Evidence of her want and arousal poured out of her and he found himself drinking deeply of her nectar. It was paradise for him as he could feel every throb and pulse, especially when he flicked his tongue over her clitoris. He circled that bundle of nerves, listening to her gasp and pant, feeling her hips rise for him and tasting the very essence of her. She was nearly there; he could feel the tension in her body and closed his lips over her clitoris. He gently inserted a finger into her vagina and felt the walls flex at the intrusion, but he sucked hard on her clitoris and her orgasm burst like a thunderstorm raging through her body. It was incredible to feel her whole sex throb and pulse as her legs crushed his shoulders in her effort to close them. She was grunting and crying out in the throes of ecstasy and he was sorry that he couldn’t watch it while he was still suckling on her clitoris.

  ‘Stop, please stop!’ she begged and he gave one final slow lick and then scrambled up the bed, until he was over her, looking down into the face of unadulterated bliss. ‘What was that?’ she gasped out, her lungs were going like a pair of bellows.

  ‘That was your very first orgasm.’ He smiled softly and gently kissed her, allowing her to savour her own essence on his lips. ‘Now we’re both going to orgasm at the same time if we’re lucky.’ He kissed her again. ‘I need you to relax.’

  ‘I am relaxed.’ She said dreamily and her eyes widened as the blunt end of his penis pushed just inside her. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked curiously.

  ‘I’m going to make love to you.’ he said and his voice was really hoarse and rough. He slowly pushed in until he met resistance. He watched her eyes. ‘This will sting. It may even hurt. I’m sorry I cannot avoid it.’

  ‘Will it last for long?’ she asked and his heart squeezed at the innocent look on her face.

  ‘Not long, I promise you.’ he said softly and kissed her gently again.

  To distract her he covered her face in small butterfly kisses at the same time as he sheathed his full length in her, breaking her maidenhead in one swift stroke. She gasped, but didn’t cry out. He felt her nails bite into his shoulders and he waited until she relaxed. ‘That’s better. It’s not so bad now.’ She panted.

  ‘Good, because I don’t think I can wait any longer.’ He gasped and slowly pulled back to the point of withdrawal before thrusting in again and taking her breath away. It didn’t take long for her to learn his carnal rhythm and soon she was lifting him with her hips as her body demanded all that he could give.

  At first she wasn’t impressed. It felt strange and invasive and then suddenly there was a stinging pain. It subsided quickly and when he started to move it felt even stranger, but then something started to happen inside and she could feel that blissful tension starting again and she allowed herself to go with it. The feeling grew until her body was shaking with the need for something, but she didn’t know what. ‘Come for me, my love.’ Wilfred whispered in her ear and he reached between their bodies and touched her in the same place as before and her body convulsed as the sensations swamped her.

  He touched her clitoris again and her whole body was galvanised as her orgasm burst like a firework. He felt every pulse of her passage squeeze against his manhood as he thrust in for the last time and let go of his control. His orgasm came in a rush, as his sperm practically exploded out of the end of his penis and his body seized in the rapture of the moment. It was the deepest orgasm he’d ever experienced as he felt his manhood flex and the slight burn from his testicles, even as her vagina milched him dry. He was astonished to feel every single pulse from her. As the tension came off his body he sighed and looked down into her face and was pleased to see her smile at him, with that soft, dreamy smile that he hoped no other man would ever see.

  Slowly she stroked her hands over his shoulders. ‘Is that what the Duke would have done?’ she asked innocently and frowned as his expression dissolved from love to disquiet. He slowly disengaged from her body and rolled off to lie beside her. He stroked his hand over her hip, rolled her onto her side and pulled her back against his chest. He propped his head on his palm as he levered his elbow under the edge of the pillow.

  ‘We have made love, not just had sex. Markham would have been brutal about it.’ He whispered in her ear as he stroked his fingertips over her collarbone and down her arm. ‘There would have been a beating, a rape and probably another beating if he wasn’t satisfied and after all of that, he would have left you for your maid to find.’

  ‘So he wouldn’t have kissed me in such an intimate place?’ she asked and he saw the blush on her cheeks.

  ‘No, probably not, nor would he have undressed you. He would either have insisted you get undressed and watched you do it or he would have torn the clothes off your back and violated you in a most obscene and brutal manner.’

  They were quiet. ‘I think I prefer it your way.’ She said and he looked over her shoulder to see that dreamy smile again.

  ‘I love you, Lucille Hastings and I shall be proud to walk you down the aisle.’ Wilfred murmured as he reached for the bedding to cover them up. Lucy turned over and stroked her palm over his chest as he fluffed the bedclothes and settled on his side.

  ‘I love you, too.’ She said and shocked him. ‘I’ve been too stubborn and stupid to see that you were a gentleman that only had my best interests at heart.’ She smiled sadly and looked down at her fingers as they traced around his nipple. ‘I was too busy being affronted by your initial request, to see that you had genuine affection for me.’ She looked into his eyes and gently kissed his cheek. ‘I’m sorry.’

  ‘How..?’ he cleared his throat and tried again. ‘How long have you known that you loved me?’ he asked softly, stroking his fingertips over her cheek and down her neck.

  She gave him a grin to light his heart. ‘Why, my love! From the very moment I looked in your extraordinary eyes and you propositioned me to “Suck your Cock!”

  ‘How do you know?’ he asked and a furrow appeared between his eyebrows as his gaze searched her face.

  ‘Because when Sir Roger tried to introduce you, I nearly fainted dead away and my heart was in my mouth!’ He smoothed his hand over her hip and pulled her lower body against his burgeoning erection, as his ardour rose once again.

  ‘For me it was the moment I saw you sitting on that bench, like a dream.’ He looked her in the eyes, ‘or a fantasy, if you will. I didn’t think you were real at first,’ he sniggered, ‘until your palm landed on my cheek!’

  ‘Hold me?’ she asked softly as she buried her face in his chest and wrapped her arm over his body to stroke his back. He gathered her in his arms and squeezed her until her bones creaked. ‘Was it difficult to keep you desires under control when you were n
ursing me?’

  ‘You have no idea!’ He said firmly. ‘It took a gargantuan effort not to kiss your nipples when I was wiping the sweat from your body.

  ‘Thank you, Will.’ She sighed. ‘For saving my life, as well as my virtue.’

  ‘I must go and tell your brother.’ Wilfred murmured into her hair. ‘He’ll be relieved.’

  She pushed away from his chest. ‘What from? The fact that he doesn’t need to face you on the field?’ she asked abruptly, a frown marring her beauty.

  ‘No.’ Wilfred kissed her softly, ‘he’ll be happy that you have agreed to marry me so that he can get on with courting my sister Caroline!’

  ‘Really?’ Lucy asked her interest piqued.

  ‘Yes!’ He sniggered then, ‘Howard Cuthbertson is waiting for Eleanor to have a season and then he’ll swoop like a hawk!’

  ‘So you have effectively married your sisters off already!’ she said but she was already distracted by the throbbing length of hard flesh against her lower abdomen. She swirled her fingertip around his nipple and was astonished to see it pucker and harden. While Wilfred was prattling on about his sisters, Lucy remembered how he had licked and tormented her nipples and she smiled mischievously and suddenly swirled her tongue over his nipple, before she closed her mouth over it and sucked firmly. The words hitched in his throat and a sigh gusted from his lips. She pushed against his shoulder and he dutifully rolled onto his back. Without taking her lips from his nipple, she clambered onto his body and laid full length on top of him, his manhood standing up the flat planes of his stomach and crushed between them. He was quiet then and absently stroked his palms over her back, buttocks and thighs. She changed to the other nipple and he groaned as his hands slid over her buttocks onto her thighs.

  To Lucy’s surprise his hands gripped the back of her thighs and suddenly her legs were being pulled to either side of his hips. He pulled her a little further up his body, smiled at her as she smiled back and looked at him quizzically. Suddenly the shaft between them vanished and the expression on her face changed to astonishment as the head of his penis stroked over her silky core, making her mouth drop open and gasp as he gently effected re-entry by pushing her body down. It was sublime and erotic, feeling that subtle invasion stretching her. ‘You should sit up.’ He whispered hoarsely and Lucy pushed herself into a sitting position with her hands firmly on his chest. He lifted her on his shaft and then let her down and she moaned, but it didn’t take her long to perfect the movements as they slowly made love this way. Wilfred stroked his palms over her body from throat to knees, lingering over her breasts as his fingers stroked the silky hairs in her armpits before caressing her nipples and smoothing over her flanks, until he settled his palms on her thighs. He manoeuvred his right thumb between her legs and just rested it in the right place.

  Lucy was lost in the eroticism of their lovemaking and was not aware of anything. Her eyes were closed and she moved instinctively, but she felt something was missing until Wilfred’s thumb gently touched her in the same place as before. She moaned as a thrill coursed through her and she stroked herself over that stationary digit, every time she was down. It gave her a swirling motion that heightened Wilfred’s response and suddenly he was lifting his hips in an effort to plunge into her. As the sexual peak approached she moaned and he groaned as their bodies pounded together and she shuddered as her orgasm exploded and she literally mashed herself down on him. Wilfred cried out and was amazed to see the ecstasy on her face as she milched him for every sperm that jerked and jolted from him as his seed burst like a fountain inside her. She continued to writhe on him as they each recovered from a tumultuous joining. Eventually their bodies calmed and she looked down into his shining eyes.

  ‘My God!’ burst from her. ‘I had no idea that making love could be so…astonishing!’ she said and smiled. ‘Or that it could be achieved in more than one position.’

  ‘It…’ he had to clear his throat. ‘It can be done in numerous positions and can be anything from erotic and gentle to frantic and almost painful.’ He said softly and looked at her evenly. ‘Pain can be a stimulant in some people. Markham is a prime example. He is aroused by violence and especially the sight of blood.’

  ‘How do you know that?’ Lucy asked her expression deadly serious.

  ‘Harriet Saunders.’ Wilfred admitted shrugging his shoulders as his palms smoothed over her thighs. ‘She told me everything eventually. How he likes the violence of hitting his sexual partner and the spilling of her blood is like an aphrodisiac for him.’

  ‘So this is all pain for her, not him?’ Lucy said calmly, although her stomach wanted to heave.

  ‘That’s right. He is a bully and a beast. He probably wouldn’t like the tables turned on him.’ Wilfred laughed mirthlessly, ‘he probably doesn’t have much of a threshold for his own pain.’ He reached for her shoulders and pulled her down onto his chest. He kissed her gently. ‘Most men are like me and pain and violence are strangers to us.’

  ‘I’m glad.’ She murmured and returned his kiss. Gradually his manhood slipped out and he rolled her over onto her side.

  ‘We really should get dressed.’ Wilfred said and kissed her softly again. ‘I must see your brother.’

  ‘Yes.’ Lucy sighed as Wilfred lurched out of bed and went for the washstand in the corner of the room. He splashed some water in the bowl, wetted the flannel and amid a lot of laughter and teasing, they both got cleaned up and eventually managed to get dressed. Lucy tried hard to smother her laughter as he scrabbled around on the carpet looking for the pins from her hair and then she sat like an angel as he brushed and dressed her hair. It didn’t cross her mind to wonder how he knew how to dress a lady’s hair.

  Wilfred was patient as she tried really hard to tie his cravat the same way as his valet and in the end, in frustration, she tied a fancy bow and they laughed some more.

  ‘When do want the wedding?’ he asked as she stroked her hands over his jacket smoothing the wrinkles from the wool.

  ‘I think we should get married as soon as possible.’ She looked pointedly at the bed. ‘I don’t think I can last for months without.’ She said cryptically.

  He took her in his arms with a sinful smile. ‘Now you have sampled the marriage bed, it’s nice to see you eager.’ He kissed her cheek. ‘I can apply for a special licence or we can wait for the banns to be read in Dunston Bassett.’

  ‘How long will that take?’ she asked and looked at him with an innocent smile.

  ‘Three weeks.’

  ‘Then a special licence it is.’ She smiled broadly and kissed his cheek. ‘Now you should be off.’

  He released her and she went to the door and unlocked it. ‘Until later.’ She murmured as she opened the door.

  He approached and held the door in his hand. ‘Lock the door after me.’ He whispered, dropped a quick kiss on her lips and went out, pulling the door closed behind him. He stood on the landing and listened to the lock mechanism clatter as she turned the key. He sighed and set off down the hall to find Robert Hastings.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Ernest Deptford was seething with rage. He’d spent most of the afternoon trying to plan a way to get Lucy Hastings alone and then he’d watched Wilfred de Lacey walk into her bedroom as if he owned the place and had been reduced to listening at the keyhole, instead. He’d heard him discussing the Duke of Markham’s sex life, his mistress and his attention to Lucy Hastings. He jerked his head away from the wood and scampered back into the linen cupboard as he heard Buxton tread towards the door. He waited patiently and then he heard the lock click. He gave it a few minutes before he carefully crept back to door and listened once more.

  The sounds of lovemaking were unmistakeable and Markham felt his groin twitch, before he knelt down and tried to peer through the keyhole. He couldn’t see a damned thing and it annoyed him further. Still he knew he would have her next, no matter what. She was obviously an experienced girl, so he would avail himself of her services. He smil
ed lasciviously as he thought of all the things he would do to her. He went back to the linen closet and keeping the door ajar, so he could see Lucy’s door, he slowly masturbated to visions of Lucy without clothes, Lucy bleeding from nearly every orifice on her body, Lucy screaming and begging as he took her without mercy again and again and again.

  It seemed an eternity until he heard the tumblers in the lock turn and Buxton opened the door. He watched as Buxton waited for her to lock the door again and waited as Buxton left, sauntering down the landing.

  He waited a couple of minutes and then approached the door. He tapped gently.

  ‘Who is it?’ came from inside.

  ‘It’s me, Wilfred.’ He whispered.

  ‘Wilfred?’ She sounded startled, but he heard the lock turning as she said, ‘I thought you were going to see my…?’ The words halted in her throat as Markham burst through the door, grabbed her around the throat and clutched her to his chest as he shut the door with his other hand. Unfortunately he couldn’t lock it as Lucy became a wriggling, heaving mass of skirts and sinews. He was astonished at the strength in her body and smiled evilly as he realised just what a beautiful bedmate she would make. He needed both hands to control her and clamped his other arm around her chest.

  ‘Now, now. Don’t make such a fuss.’ He murmured in her ear. ‘I only want what you’ve just given Buxton.’ He sniggered. ‘If I’d known you were a little whore I would have sampled your goods the first night. Who did you service on Monday?’

  Lucy was slowly suffocating. She was astonished at the strength in Markham’s hand where it was clamped over her throat and she could feel the world slipping away.

  As her struggles became weaker, Markham released her throat. ‘Oh, no you don’t!’ he said firmly, swinging her around, clamping his fist into her hair and slapping her face. Lucy moaned at the stinging blows to her cheeks. ‘Wakey, wakey. I want you awake for this.’ As Lucy opened her eyes and looked at his, her heart filled with terror. Markham brought his fist straight into her nose and the blood exploded from it, spattering the front of her gown with bright crimson droplets. Markham moaned as his manhood swelled. He looked at the blood on his fist and licked it off as if it was a cream sauce, moaning with pleasure. ‘Hastings vintage, aged perfectly for twenty two years.’ He clamped his other arm around her waist and pulled her body against his, licking the blood from her lips before he kissed her, harshly, viciously thrusting his tongue in between her lips. She almost gagged at the coppery taste of her own blood on his tongue and her stomach actually heaved, before he withdrew his tongue and hit her again. This time he released her body to fly across the room and as she hit the chest of drawers and collapsed in a heap he strode across the room, wrenched the bedclothes back and stared at the virgin stain on the sheet. The unmistakeable mix of blood and sperm that denotes the deflowering of a maiden. ‘So you were a virgin. What a pity you wasted it on him.’ He turned back to find Lucy on her hands and knees crawling towards the door. ‘Not so fast, little missy!’ he spat and lurched across the room, yanking her up onto her feet by the hair that had tumbled down with his initial onslaught. He grabbed the bodice of her gown, his fingernails scratching her breast as he clutched at the material. With his other fist he hit her again, this time in the mouth, mashing her lips against her teeth and splitting them horribly. As her body jerked away from him, the material of her gown and chemise gave way, tearing down to her groin. As Lucy hit the door she collapsed onto the floor, trying to gather her wits and failing.