Epilogue
Two Years Later
Elizabeth stood on the top of the green, grassy rise, taking in the warm summer sun. All of Pemberley was green and verdant. The crops were doing well this year. The tenants were healthy and happy.
And their baby girl was growing up so fast.
"Mama!" Little Georgiana toddled toward her, chubby baby arms outstretched.
"Ana!" Elizabeth smiled, kneeling down and holding out her hands for her daughter. She had just turned one, and had her father's dark, thick curls—and her mother's flashing brown eyes.
Elizabeth picked up the one-year-old and whirled her around, kissing her soft cheeks and smelling her sweet baby scent.
"Papa?" Ana said, her big eyes questioning where Mr. Darcy had gone.
Elizabeth knew that her little girl was lucky. Mr. Darcy took a more active interest in his child than most landowners. He loved to get up early with their one-year-old, feed her breakfast, play with her at lunch, and rock her to sleep.
Elizabeth bit the inside of her lip. She was lucky, for Darcy was equally as interested in trying to make more babies, as well.
"He'll return from London any day now," Elizabeth said. Darcy had invested in a new form of steam engine for railways, and encouraged Charles and her father to join him, even though many of the landowners nearby had delicately mocked this new technology.
Apparently, the investments were going very well, as Darcy had to spend more time in London than he had originally planned—and even Elizabeth's mother had written to her, telling her that thanks to Mr. Darcy's advice, she was now buying a new wardrobe for the year (though she still composed three paragraphs complaining that Mr. Bennet refused to buy the seven new summer hats she insisted she needed).
Lizzy looked over the grounds, and waved to Marie, Ana's nurse, who was running to catch up with her charge. She was so proud of her husband, but she knew he missed the country and his family. She knew he would love to join them here, on this perfect day.
"Papa home?" Ana said, tugging on her mother's necklace.
"Home soon, my love. He can't wait to see you. He told me so in his last letter."
Elizabeth blushed as she thought of the other sentiments Mr. Darcy had written.
Have you been good, my sweet wife? I hope you remembered my most explicit instructions: do not touch yourself, or bring yourself any pleasure, while I am gone…or I shall have to punish you when I return to Pemberley.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Darcy. She's a quick one! I think she'll take after you, and love walking all over the countryside," Marie said, her chest heaving as she came to a stop near them.
"You have no need to apologize. I can barely keep up with her, myself!" Elizabeth smiled and handed the tired child to Marie.
"I'll take her inside, then, for a nap," the nurse said.
After kisses and hugs, Elizabeth decided she would walk just a bit further. She made her way down the hill and into the woods. In truth, she was trying her best to follow Mr. Darcy's commands.
But it was…challenging.
She found long walks sometimes exhausted her enough so that she did not feel a great, overwhelming desire for her husband, for his touch, or her own. But Mr. Darcy did not make it easy.
I believe in you, my darling. You are stronger than any other person I have ever met. You have proven again and again that you can accomplish any task you put your mind to.
But—I must admit—on this one task of self-denial, I would enjoy it should you fail. It's not fair, is it, that I can touch myself freely for a fortnight, whenever I think of my beautiful wife?
Do you know I wake hard and aching for you, Lizzy? I roll over in bed, but there is no one there. An empty bed, and all I want is my wife's warm body, perfect breasts, your greedy kisses, and your sweet honeyed quim.
I imagine tying your hands together, and confining you to the bed. I'd keep you naked and quivering all day long. I'd feed you by hand. I'd lick your cunny until you begged and thrashed, your thighs closing around my head. I'd be surrounded by your perfect scent, your indescribable taste—
Ah, excuse me, dear wife. I had to go relieve myself. I took my cock in hand, and I imagined fucking you hard while you stood bent over in front of me. I'd slap that beautiful arse, make you quiver from the force of my thrusts…
I hope you do not mind my ramblings. I hope reading them has not made it too hard to follow my directions.
You aren't having naughty thoughts now, are you, Elizabeth?
I must go. Be good, sweet wife. All my love.
— Darcy
Elizabeth groaned, thinking of his letters. Her clothing felt too tight, her body heated, and her core was clenching with desire and need. How many days until her husband returned? Four.
Four interminable, long, hot summer days.
She began to run down the hill, her hair coming loose and flying behind her. Oh, it felt good to run. When she reached the bottom of the hill, she realized with a laugh that she was in the very glade that had started it all.
Mr. and Mrs. Mills had moved north, to be with family. But their memory lingered, and Elizabeth slowed her steps and wandering into the open space in the wood. It was cool and private here, the trees dense like green walls all around her.
She leaned her back against a tall tree, trying to erase thoughts of her husband from her mind.
His chest, broad and strong.
His arms, wrapped around her.
His hands, on her cheek, her stomach, between her legs.
His mouth…everywhere.
She groaned and ran her hands over her breasts. This wasn't breaking the rules, was it? She was still wearing clothes.
Unfortunately.
His wicked words. The way he knew—he seemed to always know—when she was overburdened with her daily tasks, with running the estate, with family or motherhood. The way he could confine and control her body, take over so that she could forget her cares, forget her concerns. So that the only things that existed were her husband and herself.
And how she could do the same for him. When she saw that his burdens weighed too heavily on him, she could take his cares away, with her body, her words, her heart.
She smiled to herself. It was also always fun to "break the rules," because Mr. Darcy's creative punishments were always worth the momentary pain…
Elizabeth groaned as her hands moved down her stomach to between her thighs. She kept them over her skirt, but squeezed, trying to stifle the wave of desire that overcame her.
But it was so difficult, when she thought of Mr. Darcy…
His hand on her back, as he gently pushed her forward.
The wicked look in his blue eyes, when he'd get her alone—at last—at the end of a long day. The way he'd close their chamber's door, lean against it, and just stare at her…
His voice when he said…
"I've missed you, Mrs. Darcy."
Elizabeth's eyes flew open in shock. Was she dreaming? There, not ten feet away, stood her husband. Here.
Now.
In the glen.
She realized her hands had been clutching her breasts, and she dropped them immediately to her sides.
Darcy threw back his head and laughed. "My love, were you breaking the rules?"
And then he held his arms open and she picked up her skirts and ran to him. He showered kisses all over her face while she exclaimed, over and over, that he was here, with her.
"I couldn't stand to spend another day without you," he whispered, before nipping her ear. "Jump," he ordered, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and he picked her up and carried her…into the woods?
"Where are we going? Where is your horse?"
"I sent the horse on with my valet, once I saw a certain young woman running down a hillside."
Elizabeth blushed. "Oh dear. Caught."
Darcy smiled, and she realized he'd walked them over to a fallen log. He sat down, holding her still on his lap. "Caught, indeed. If I hadn't said your n
ame, I wondered what dirty little scene I would have witnessed?"
Elizabeth bit her lip. She was astride her seated husband—much like, she realized, Mrs. Mills from a few years ago. Did Darcy remember that? Would he have brought her in here, just to make her first fantasy come true, from so long ago?
Then he freed his cock, putting her hand on it while he roughly pulled up her skirts, baring her naked flesh to his.
Elizabeth could not contain her smile. He had remembered. Of course he had.
She lowered herself onto his great shaft, sighing in pleasure and relief. He gripped her hips and moved her, rough and perfect over his cock. Each stroke made her whimper with pleasure.
She leaned forward, nipping at his lower lip, which earned her a growl of approval and a smack on her behind.
"Shall I spank you or make love to you, Mrs. Darcy?" he said, his voice tight, his jaw clenched, his face utterly beautiful. His blue eyes focused on her and only her.
Elizabeth cupped his face between her hands, kissing him slowly, deeply. His urgent thrusts belied the tender look in his eye. And Elizabeth knew she was the luckiest woman in the world, for he would never make her choose.
"My dear Mr. Darcy, why not both?"
And Darcy smiled, and made sure his wife enjoyed both options, again, and again, and again.
The End
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