by Delaney Jane
Her stomach jumped. “I could use something to read tonight.”
He glanced up, his dark eyes catching hers. “Shall I tell your relations that you will return to the inn later? This way, you may explore the titles at your leisure.”
He stared at her with such intensity. Elizabeth swallowed and nodded.
“Very well.” He hesitated. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”
Moving quickly past her, Darcy barely brushed up against Lizzy as he left the library. Elizabeth stepped back into the warm space, breathing in the scent of Darcy and books. She really ought to leave, rejoin her aunt and uncle and go back to the inn with them. What reason had she to stay here?
Well, she was here now; she may as well find a few books to bring back with her, so that no one got suspicious. They already seemed to think there was something going on, and she couldn’t have that. She and Darcy were done. He had broken her sister’s heart, and while his intentions had been pure, and he had not thought Jane actually in love with Bingley, it did not justify his meddling.
Elizabeth pressed her hand to her breast where the letter sat warm and soft against her skin.
It was such a lovely home, she thought, and then began, in earnest, to search for a book that might keep her entertained for the night.
An hour or so later she had found several. Sitting in the large winged chair by the empty fireplace, Elizabeth tugged at her bottom lip, a book in her other hand, and she read about the lusty adventures of a handmaid who fucks her way through pirates until she is captain of her own ship.
Bard ripped Evelyn’s bodice open, exposing her breasts to the warm summer sun. All around, his crew cheered and hollered.
Beneath his hands, Evelyn trembled as though terrified, but he saw in her eyes, a daring light, the thrill of desire. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and she was going to have him, right there on the deck in front of his men.
Perhaps, if she were lucky, he would let his men have a go at her as well.
Bard shoved Evelyn to her knees, her breasts swinging free, and pulled his hard cock from his breeches. Instantly she tried to run. Two of his men grabbed her, one held her arms, the other her head, forcing her back to her knees.
Her breasts heaved with every angry, lustful breath. Bard traced her lips with his cock.
“That is one of my favorites.”
Elizabeth nearly screamed. She dropped the book, hiding it behind her on impulse. She had spent so many months hiding these books from her family that she wasn’t used to simply being allowed to read them.
Darcy stood in the doorway again, filling it. He had removed his jacket, his white shirt unbuttoned at his chest and his sleeves rolled up. Lizzy swallowed, averting her eyes from his body.
“Yes,” she managed to say, pulling the book from behind her. “I’ve a few picked out, but this one caught my attention at once.”
His eyes glanced at the small tower of books on the table beside her and then at the one in her lap. With steps too light for a man of his size, Darcy crossed the small room and stopped before her.
“May I?” He reached for the book. She handed it to him, his fingers grasping hers for a moment before taking the book from her.
He read silently for a moment, his eyes flicking toward her, and then he read aloud.
“Bard traced her lips with his cock,” he said, picking up where Lizzy had left off. At her look of confusion, Darcy smiled. “You move your lips when you read.”
Elizabeth blushed.
A ghost of a smile on his lips, Darcy read again. “He was hard and thick, big in his own hand. The purple head of his shaft glistened in the sun. He wetted her lips, pushing against her gritted teeth.
‘Open you mouth,’ he growled. ‘And do not think of hurtin’ me. The moment you do, your blood will wash this deck.’
The crew cheered. One of the crew holding her gave her breast a hard squeeze. She cried out, her head falling back. She was loving this. Knowing that, Bard once more pressed his cock between her lips and against her teeth. This time, her angry green eyes on his, she opened for him, swallowing him—”
Elizabeth didn’t know what drove her to do it – what he was reading, the way he spoke so soft and deep, both of those things – but she reached for his trousers, pulling them off of his hips.
Darcy stuttered and grasped her wrist. His dark eyes found hers, confused and desirous. Perhaps it was the knowledge that she had been so wrong about him, perhaps it was that he was the only man she had ever given herself to, whatever the reason, Elizabeth wanted him.
She knelt before him and kissed his hand where he held her. “Keep reading,” said she.
He did not obey at first, but tightened his grip. She used her free hand to pull his trousers down. He wore nothing beneath, and his cock sprang free, bobbing in front of her face.
Nerves and excitement filled her belly. With her free hand on the back of his thigh, she held him still as she leaned forward, breathing in the musky scent of him. And then she opened her mouth and swallowed him.
His cock hardened even more as she filled her mouth with him, pressing him deep in her throat. She hummed and sucked, as she pulled free.
Darcy’s eyes were closed, his mouth open, but he snapped it shut and looked down at her.
“Keep reading,” she said again.
Finally, he released her wrist and held the book in both hands. She held his thighs and ran her lips over his cock.
Darcy’s voice shook as he read again. “She opened for him, swallowing him, and the men cheered.”
Elizabeth took him in her mouth again, slowly sucking.
“Ah god…” he shuddered. “The men held her head still, as Bard pumped between her lips, fucking her mouth, his crew cheering and grunting all around them. Evelyn, at first as wooden as the ship, closed her mouth around him and sucked, her tongue tugging at his cock. Bard nodded to the men holding her, and they let her go. She took his balls in one hand, cupping them, and wrapped her hand around his shaft with the other.”
Elizabeth reached up and cupped Darcy’s balls. His cock jerked in response. She massaged him, her mouth working on him in slow pulls. Beneath her dress, her nipples were hard and rubbing against the fabric, and between her legs, she was wet, dripping down her thighs with her arousal.
It had been so long since they had been alone like this, and she was going to savor every moment as if it were the last, because, it might well be.
When he didn’t start reading again, she glanced up at him. His dark eyes, intent on her mouth, darted back to the book.
“Evelyn stood, her mouth still on Bard’s cock, and shimmied out of her dress. She stood then, naked, before the men, and bent so that her ass spread wide. One of the men behind her took the offer and slammed his face in her ass, eating her cunt from behind.”
Darcy looked up. “Shall I stop reading or have you figured out how we are going to act out this part?”
“What happens next?” she asked.
“Evelyn gets ahold of a sword and cuts off Bard’s cock. She takes his ship as her own and invites the crew to join her, offering a good fuck to any interested.”
“And those who are interested?”
“She cuts off their cocks as well, keeping only those smart enough to see her for what she really was.”
“Well,” said Lizzy looking around. She reached for the small table. “We don’t have a sword, but we could use this letter opener instead.”
Darcy froze, as Elizabeth traced the sharp end over his navel.
“Do you think I would really hurt you?”
“I’m sure of it. After what I did to your sister…”
She glanced at the cock in her hand. “Yes, but I wouldn’t do anything to this part of you, I need it. Your face, though, I could be tempted to ruin your chances with other women.”
He cocked his head. “Why would you do that?”
She blushed, the tables turning too quickly for her to come up with a reason that would
not reveal how she really felt.
“To harm your pride, of course,” she said finally. She traced his balls with the letter opened and watched, fascinated, as his cock jumped.
Darcy pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside, and then knelt before her. He gripped her wrist and pressed it to his chin, the sharp point of the letter opener resting against his cheek. Dark eyes danced before her.
“I don’t care about other women. They want me for my money and they will do anything I ask, no matter how I look.”
That annoyed her, just enough to press the blade against his skin, nicking him. His eyes widened, his mouth twitching up at the corner, and then he squeezed her wrist hard, making her drop the letter opener.
“I thought you didn’t care.”
“One can never be too careful, and I don’t know how angry with me you are.”
“Positively livid.”
“Good.” He reached behind her, gripped her dress in his hands, and wrenched it apart. It ripped down the back, the fabric tearing.
She grabbed at her dress, but he yanked it off her arms and lifted her, throwing her into the chair. She fought, pushing at him, trying to stand, but he towered over her, his hard cock in her face, and pulled her hands above her head. She only knew what he was doing when she felt the leather strap tighten around her wrists, suspending her arms over her head on the chair.
Lizzy tugged on the strap, but it held firm. She glared at him, as he pulled her dress from her legs and then lifted each of them, draping them over the arms of the chair and securing each ankle with straps of their own.
She sat before him, her legs spread wide, in her shift, stockings, and shoes. He knelt, his movements slower, more calculated now that she was secured, and he lifted the letter opened from the floor.
Fear and desire fluttered in her belly. Darcy slid the blade beneath her shift, pressing the cold metal to her hot mound before moving it all the way up to her breasts. Once there, he pulled the blade toward him, cutting her shift in two. It fell open around her, leaving her naked before him.
He frowned looking down at her. From her breast he pulled the folded letter, stuck to her skin. Realizing what it was, he glanced at her. She held his gaze, daring him to question her, but he did not. He simply tossed the letter and the blade aside and drew his finger over the soft folds of her sex.
“Would you like to know how the story ends?”
“You would ruin the book for me?” she asked, her voice shaking.
He chuckled. “I’ll tell you.”
He watched his fingers work, barely touching her, his face so close that she could feel his breath on her sex. She did all she could to control her reaction, but she was so wet already, her thighs glistening with her juices, it was hard to fight the sensations he was eliciting.
“Evelyn spent years,” he said, “killing different pirate captains and taking their ships. Some she only teased, others she actually fucked. Only one man had her heart, though, her first mate, Dugger. He was with her from the moment she killed Bard, and together they ruled the sea. Sometimes, they would raid towns and capture people, take them back to their quarters, and fuck them together. In one of their final sex scenes, before their ship is taken, Evelyn and Dugger have a noblewoman tied up in their quarters. It is her father that ends up taking the ship. But they have her for two whole nights, naked and strung up in the middle of their room. They take turns making her orgasm so hard she soaks the floors beneath her.”
Elizabeth shuddered. “Why are you telling me this?”
His fingers rubbing against her folds became stronger, pressing harder, sliding easily over her wet sex.
“You are the only person who has been able to keep up with me. I wondered if your desires ran as deeply as mine.” He slid his fingers up her slit, pressing her swollen clit and drawing circles around it.
Elizabeth drew in a ragged breath. “You know it does.”
His eyes caught hers over her breasts. “Really? Would you allow another woman to join us?”
She thought about it a moment. “I would.”
“Would you allow another man to join us? To fuck you while I fuck you?”
She trembled. “I would.”
He cocked an eyebrow, his fingers slipping from her throbbing clit, down to her soaking opening. There, he pulsed the tip of his finger in and out of her. “Would you allow another man to fuck me while I fuck you?”
Her hips pressed toward him, trying to take more of his finger into her, but he stubbornly kept to her opening.
“I would,” she gasped. “I would let you do anything.”
He cast his eyes around. “Would you allow Wickham to join us?”
She gritted her teeth, her body teetering on the beginnings of an orgasm. “I could ask if you would allow Miss Bingley.”
“Ah but you have already tasted her.”
“And you have already tasted Wickham.”
His dark eyes glittered. “Fair point,” he said and pushed his finger all the way into her, burying it.
Elizabeth groaned. He bent forward and licked her aching clit, pumping his finger hard, his pinkie pressing against her asshole. Elizabeth bucked against his mouth, her moans growing in strength and volume. He took her hips in both hands and devoured her, pushing his tongue down into her. She moved with him, pressing toward him as much as her restraints would allow, trying to take his tongue deeper.
He sucked at her, licked, fucked her with his mouth. She came hard, filling his mouth with her juices, screaming his name into the small room. He did not stop until she was shaking beneath him, spent and limp.
Snatching the letter opener from the floor, Darcy cut her bonds loose and lifted her, took her place in the chair, and pulled her into his lap. She straddled him, her legs over the sides of the chair, pulling her thighs wide.
Darcy, panting, positioned his cock at her entrance and took hold of her ass, spreading her cheeks.
“Hold on to something, Miss Bennet,” he growled. She reached up over his head, wrapping the leather straps in her hands. Their faces were close, his lips brushing her chin. She could smell herself on his breath.
For a moment, he watched as he pulsed the head of his cock in and out of her, teasing her. Her breasts jiggled between them and he sucked a nipple into his mouth.
She was done waiting. Elizabeth gripped the straps for leverage and sank down onto Darcy just as he plunged up into her, pulling her hips down. The resulting thrust left them both breathless.
They sat frozen, their breath mingling, as Elizabeth’s body, so long without him, accommodated his size.
She looked into his eyes, feeling as though she were drowning and not caring at all. Releasing the straps, Elizabeth wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him still, and kissed him.
He sighed into her mouth and kissed her back, sliding his tongue into her mouth along her own. And then he gripped her hips hard, lifting her, and then he pounded into her from below.
She could only hold on, her legs useless, as he fucked her. She kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth as though it were his cock. He groaned and smacked her ass, the crack loud, and she gasped, kissing him harder.
There were words she wanted to speak, words she would mean, but she was afraid they were words he did not want to hear. Her words would not change what he had done or how she felt about marriage, so she bit down on his lip, making him moan. He smacked her ass again, slamming up into her.
She was so close, and she could feel him swelling inside her. She kissed him again and then arched back, taking him deeper. His movements were fast and hard, enough that his cock rubbing her clit sent her over the edge. He smacked her again and again, as she arched far back, her breasts pointing at the ceiling. Finally she screamed as her orgasm completely took her.
She felt him pump hard into her, grunting as he came, filling her. He pressed deep into her, his hot seed shooting deep into her womb. Elizabeth shuddered and fell forward, her forehead resting on his sh
oulder.
They sat there, catching their breath, Darcy softening inside her, but still hard enough that she knew he wanted her again. He kissed her cheek, her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth and devouring her lips.
Parting, Elizabeth ran her hand down his chest, glancing at where they were joined. She shuddered, enjoying the sight far more than she should.
“I suppose,” said he. “I should send for the carriage? You will want to get back to your relations soon?”
She caught his eyes and the hopefulness he was trying to hide.
“No,” she said shaking her head. “They’ll be asleep by now.”
“What do you propose we do?” said Darcy as his cock swelled within her.
In answer, Elizabeth moved on him, the walls of her cunt tight around him. She leaned forward and kissed him again, fucking him slowly, wanting to tell him one thing.
I am yours.
Chapter Seventeen
Dark Desires
She respected, she esteemed, she was grateful to him, she felt a real interest in his welfare; and she only wanted to know how far she wished that welfare to depend upon herself, and how far it would be for the happiness of both that she should employ the power, which her fancy told her she still possessed, of bringing on the renewal of his addresses.
Elizabeth stood before the mirror in her room at the inn, her robe pulled off her shoulder, as she examined a small bruise on the side of her breast. The thought that, only hours before, Darcy’s mouth had been there, making that mark, sent a little thrill through her.
Her aunt and uncle were still downstairs, having a nightcap before heading to bed, but Elizabeth had declined to join them. Her nerves, whenever she thought about their dinner guests, went wild, and she froze, unable to pull the pins from her hair.
Mr. Darcy and his young sister, Georgiana, had come to dine with them, and while Lizzy was pleasantly anxious to meet Georgiana, she was overcome with anxiety over seeing Darcy so soon after their night together, and with her relations...
She had been with him until nearly dawn this morning, having spent most of the night in his erotic library, fucking in all manner of positions. They fell asleep in the winged chair, only to wake to the sound of a rooster crowing far off before the sun came up. Lizzy had rushed back to the inn, in a carriage with Darcy and a discreet driver.
