Seducing the Regency Dom

by Raven McAllan

  Tony entered the room as she picked up her gloves and reticule. He looked her up and down and smiled. She mistrusted it.

  "That's it. I knew this wretched hat made me look like the hothouses at Kew." Susanna rolled her eyes. "I blame my Mama… she insisted I look ladylike. Pah, a ridiculous idea. It is not possible."

  Tony laughed and kissed her wrist. "Eminently possible, my dear. You look ravishing and outshine any hothouse anywhere. Though I'd prefer you without that apology for a cover-up." He flicked the lace at her neck. "I assume it's necessary due to my, shall we say, attentions?"

  She nodded, and her skin heated under his amused glance. "I thought I’d better, and according to Mama this darned fichu is the height of fashion. I say it’s the height of itchiness."

  He ran his finger under the edge, and stroked her skin. His fingers left a trail of arousal across the softness of her bosom. Susanna shivered. Of course he noticed. "Not cold, are you?"

  She shook her head. Coherent words were beyond her.

  "Good. And I will take it upon myself to find a fichu less likely to mark your softness, my dear. The only marks I wish to see there are mine. Shall we go?" Before Susanna could think of an appropriate retort, he took her hand—something he did often—and with a slight pinch on her arm, tucked it in his. "Midwood is walking my horses, but I don't like to leave them idle for too long."

  "Indeed not." Susanna found her voice, and matched her tread to his. "Prime cattle have to take first thoughts. Mere women are far down the list." He stumbled and she realized how terrible her pronouncement sounded.

  "Argh, my lord, that sounds old catty, and I didn't mean it like that."

  Tony stopped walking and stared at her. "Did you not?" he stroked her cheek. Then under the watchful eye of two footmen and a maid, he pinched her earlobe, before he sent the tiny pearl on a gold thread that hung from it spinning.

  Susanna bit her lip, as the pearl danced near her skin. It seemed such a personal thing to do. Damn him. Now half the household will have us bedded by midnight, and the other half betrothed. It will not happen like this.

  "Stop that…the servants are taking bets on what we're about to do." How could she sound so sharp-tongued? "No, my lord, I didn't mean to be so spiteful. I have had a session with my Mama earlier. It's enough to make anyone sound shrewish."

  He nodded to the doorman, and ushered her down the steps toward the road.

  "Ah. Along the lines of the lecture I had from my own Mama, I surmise. Be nice, be positive, and try oh so hard to be gentle. I ask you. I am me... Is gentle in my make up?"

  Susanna smiled at him. Did he really understand? "Only you can answer that, my lord." She waited until he handed her into his phaeton, and let her settle her skirts under her. "For myself, I accept I do not only want the mundane, and my Mama cannot understand me. I need to learn not to react to her absurdities. Maybe this problem is nil by mouth."

  Tony stared and to her amazement his lips twitched. "From your Mama? Oh yes. For myself, you can give me anything with your mouth. Whenever you wish." He took up the reins of the horses as his groom jumped up behind them. "Parents have a very narrow idea of what suits, don't you think?"

  Susanna held onto the rim of the carriage as, at a signal from Tony, the horses set up a spanking pace, and the cobbles sent it rocking. "Ah, probably."

  He flashed her a grin she could only describe as wicked. "I myself have very different ideas. Are you game to ride with me, if I let Midwood return to the stables? We can tool the horses out to the Heath."

  The thought of a long drive over the Heath, and fresh air to breathe was too much. "I need that."

  Tony signaled to the groom. "Midwood, if you turn here you may get down. It is a mere few minutes to the mews. Do not grimace. If I let you go now you will have time to visit the young nursery nurse from number fifty-four. I know today is her morning off." The groom grinned and touched his forelock. Tony laughed: theirs was much too close a relationship for that to be necessary. "Tell her there is a cottage waiting for you on the estate, and the position of head groom is yours if you want it." He brushed off his groom's stammered thanks. "Mind you, you'd best be wed. Enough scandal surrounds me without it being said I condone my staff living in sin. Tell Emma, there might not be a position for a nanny as yet, but the school in the village needs another hand. It pays well. Come and speak to me on the morrow." He waited until the red-faced man jumped down, and then Tony took up the reins.

  "What?" He glanced at Susanna as he once more set the horses to trot.

  "You really are a nice man."

  "I am?" He sounded astonished. "I wonder if you will say that later."

  She looked up at him as best she could from under her bonnet. The brim obscured her vision, and Susanna vowed to consign it to the nearest tweeny. "Why on earth wouldn't I?"

  He blinked. "Ah, perchance what I demand of you?" he suggested.

  Much to her amazement, Susanna sniggered. "As in? Be subservient? Oh, my lord, do you not realize that is me? I am in charge of my life, my existence. And I wish to defer to my Sir." She paused. "If I have one." She ran her finger around the contours of her mouth. "In matters of the flesh."

  Chapter Nine

  Now what exactly did she mean by that? Tony tooled his horses along the road, one eye on the traffic and the other on his companion. She sat, outwardly composed, unknowing what her statement portrayed. Or did she? Tony distrusted the gleam in her eyes and the secret smile that played over her full lips. Lips he decided would fit around his cock perfectly.

  Did she really understand what he demanded? Did she feel the same? There was only one way to find out. As he left the last few houses behind, and began to drive along the less travelled road toward his destination, Tony slowed the horses to a walk. The road was deserted, the only signs of life three Jersey cows in a field and a whitewashed farmhouse in the distance.

  He swiveled on the bench to look at Susanna. She'd untied her bonnet and let it hang from her neck to rest on her back. Her red curls gleamed in the sun as they fell loosely around her face. "Do you trust me?" Tony asked.

  "I must do, or I wouldn't be in the middle of nowhere without a chaperone." Susanna giggled. "Though I must hope Mama never hears of it, or we'll be in the chapel at your country seat before we can say ‘I don't’."

  "And you know what you mean by subservient?"

  The silence was broken only by the sound of several sparrows twittering above them, and the jangle of the horse's bit as it tossed its head, impatient at their slow progress.

  "I know what I mean by it, my lord. To do as my Sir tells me, to let him push me further than I thought possible, and to show him all the respect I think he deserves." The last was accompanied by a grin full of mischief.

  "So, are we going to progress in this?" he asked her. "If so, lift your skirts." Crude, to the point and one step too far maybe, but Tony decided he would be brutal and forthright from the beginning. If she did as he said, and they developed a good Dom/sub relationship then he had an inkling their Mamas would both be happy with the outcome, and he'd have his new countess.

  He watched Susanna take a quick look around. The cows showed their disinterest, and didn't stop chewing the cud, and the sparrows had disappeared. They really were alone. She bit her lip.

  "Xiao Māo?"

  "Sir?" Her reply came without hesitation.

  "If we are to explore this side of you, perhaps this is the time to start? And stop reddening your lips. As I said before the only coloring of your body will be by my touch, not any other way. So either lift your skirts and show me your subservience, or tell me enough and we'll continue our drive."

  "That's a new name for it." Susanna gave a nervous sounding laugh. "To call my quim my subservience." She began to gather the soft material of her gown in her hands and lift it up. Inch by inch her ankles, and then her legs, clad in the finest silk, were revealed.

  "Minx." Tony loved her feistiness. "Spread your legs for easier access."
/>   She responded immediately. It held such promise for the future, and implied so many things, that Tony's cock was straining against his knit pantaloons. He wondered how long it would be before the pale oatmeal color of them changed to a darker grey with the evidence of his arousal. Or if the material would ever regain its proper shape. Pantaloons might be designed to have some give in them, however his seemed about to split.

  "Hold your skirts in one hand and touch your subservience with the other, whilst I urge the horses forward. It's not that far to our destination." He shifted in his seat to give his cock a little more leeway to sit snug against his torso. "Show me now, Susanna, or tell me to turn around and drive back to town."

  "Do we have pause and desist words?" Susanna ignored him and posed a question of her own instead.

  Tony clicked at the horses and they moved into a smooth trot. Once he was sure the horses were settled, he risked a swift glance at her. To his utmost delight, her skirt was bunched around her waist, and she was tucking the material tightly to each side, thus exposing her cunt to his view. Her nether lips showed between the bright red curls, to tease and entice him. Soon, he promised himself, if all went well, it would be her bare skin on view.

  It was lucky he and his horses knew the lane and its ridges and potholes like the back of his hand. There was no way he could concentrate on the road, not with such a perfect view beside him. He brought his mind back to her question.

  "Safe words. Of course. If we need to pause you say deng. If we have to stop, then it's ting. Simple. Are you happy with that?"

  "Yes, Sir, deng and ting. So if I'm happy, can I just say so?"

  He put the reins in one hand and used the other to lean over and pinch the soft skin at the top of her leg, just above the silky ribbon garter she wore. "Of course. Now where are we?"

  "Happy." Susanna licked her fingers one by one and then moved her hand to her quim. "Do I show you how I come, Sir?"

  Tony worked out how long it would take to get to their destination. Less than five minutes. She could restrain herself until then.

  "Oh no, Xiao Māo, that is something you will not do. Not until I give you leave. But you will bring yourself to the edge. And tell me how you feel."

  "What?" Her voice came out as a squeal. "Tell you what I feel as I touch myself?"

  "Was that not what I said?" Was he coming over too harshly? Tony decided he might as well go for what he wanted. One way or another their future would be decided in the next few hours. "Either do it or cry 'ting'. The choice is yours. If, as you say you really wish to be mine in this manner you know that. As you know I'll push you ever further. Now, we have but a few minutes to our destination. I wish to see your fingers inside you, and to see the evidence of your arousal on them when I ask to be shown. Do we continue?"

  He held his breath. Out of the corner of his eye, he wanted Susanna to move her hand away from her cunt. His heart thudded. It seemed his demand was one step too far.

  The touch of her finger on his lips was a surprise. "There is the evidence, Sir." She moved her hand to slip one finger inside his lips. Her sweet creamy juices tantalized his taste buds. Tony sucked on the digit, and then let her remove it slowly. His lips held on until with a soft pop, she took her hand away and moved it back to stroke her cunt.

  "Thank you, Xiao Māo. Now take care, this bend is tight, and the drive rutted. I must get it seen to." He maneuvered the carriage around the dense bushes and up a narrow track. "Tell me what you're doing. I can't look, so I need to hear you vocalize your actions."

  "Ah." Her voice was breathy. "Well I have one finger inside myself. And it… it sets up tingles I want to let grow. I want to begin to fall into that delicious state where I shudder and shout and, and I need…"

  Tony pulled the horse to a halt outside a well-kept garden, which surrounded a neat house, and looked toward her. "If you come, I'll spank your arse until it resembles the color of the rose bush in this garden."

  Susanna moaned and he saw her fingers move deeper inside her channel. "Open your eyes, and tell me what you want?"

  "To obey you, but if spanking is the punishment, I may well decide to disobey instead."

  Tony took hold of her hand, and pulled it away from her quim. "Do you want to be spanked? Tell me honestly. No, wait one moment." He jumped down from the carriage.

  "Let me tether the horses. Someone will be along soon to take them to the stable. No," Susanna began to cover herself. "I said soon, not yet. Will you come inside?" He tied the horses in front of a water trough, and walked to her side of the carriage.

  "Well?"

  "Well, if I don't I'll come outside," Susanna said and burst out laughing. "How can you make me giggle when I'm so churned up? What are we doing?"

  Tony put his hands round her waist and lifted her down. Her dress brushed his pantaloons as it fell down and hid her delights from view. Her breath feathered over his cheek as he held her close to him.

  "Sparring with words?" He slid her down the length of his body, and heard her gasp as his cock stroked her cunt. As her feet touched the ground, Tony took her arm. "Will you enter my hunting lodge?"

  "I feel I'm the one hunted, but I will do so gladly. If then I may come."

  He took hold of her hair and tugged so her head came up, and she looked him in the eyes. They sparkled with glints of silver in their depths. She looked, he decided, rather happy.

  "I will let you come—when I say so. Now, tell me honestly. If I say to you, Xiao Māo, I wish to tie you to a special bench, cover your eyes and use my riding crop on your delectable arse, and fuck you in both of your welcoming channels. Tell you I wish to decorate your beautiful skin in wax, and watch you struggle not to come as each drop caresses your skin. Send tiny stings of red-hot awareness, with the tip of my sword, and create patterns that are for us alone. And add this is me, I need this, what would you say?" He knew his tone was somber. This was more important than anything else he'd asked of her. Tony was under no illusions many would see him as perverted and sadistic. He hoped Susanna could see past that and into the world they could inhabit together. He loosened his grip on her hair, and she took two steps away from him, to stand by the door of the lodge.

  "In here?"

  Tony nodded and leaned past her to lift the latch and usher her through the doorway and into the wide hall beyond.

  “And when would you expect this, my lord?"

  "Today, starting now. For unbeknownst to you, our respective parents will not expect us back until late in the day. They think we have the perfect chaperones in Stephen and Jane. Who I am pleased to tell you, are nowhere near here, but enjoying some quality time together, alone."

  He closed the door behind them, and stood waiting in the middle of the room. It was bare except for an exquisite Chinese rug, and two large Chinese urns that flanked the marble fireplace. A fire blazed in the hearth. Even though it was mild outside the thick walls of the building encouraged the need for a fire. Apart from which, it was welcoming. Tony had hoped they might end up here and had arranged for the fire and for refreshments to be ready. He had the keys to his playroom in his pocket, and knew the bed would be made up. All he needed now was Susanna's agreement.

  Susanna turned in a circle and looked at him.

  "Do you have everything set up? Here?"

  "Of course. All I need is for you to agree to play."

  "Ah, so it's mere playing?"

  He shook his head and took a deep breath. "No,' tis more than that. It would be our life together. We're going to wed it seems, but it should be on our terms, don't you think?"

  Susanna reddened, and bit her nail. "Is that an offer? Because I think I'll accept before you hear what I have to say. I best come clean. I thought to entice you. To catch your interest by asking you not to offer for me. You see, I knew I’d need more than plain, 'here it is, that is it, and sleep well'. I know what Jane and Stephen enjoy. Jane and I have few secrets. And I know that it is for me."

  "All of it? If I tell you to str
ip and walk into that room," he pointed to his left, "you'll go without question."

  She looked surprised and he saw curiosity, and interest in her face. "Well I trust you, I know my safe words, and I need to come. So do I strip here? This minute? Can we do it now? Oh I mean, yes, please, Sir." Her hands went to her spencer, undid it and dropped it on the floor. "Will you unbutton my dress?"

  He stopped her talking by holding her chin with one hand and covering her mouth with the other.

  "In our playroom. Xiao Māo, shall we begin our life together? With a spanking? Continue with wax?"

  She wriggled her arse at him. "I'm so happy, Sir. I thought you'd never ask."

  "I'm not asking, love, I'm telling."

  "Yes, Sir."

  “Therefore." Tony kissed her nose before he released the complicated knot in her hair. He turned her around and slowly undid the tiny buttons that outlined the elegant length of her spine. Underneath she wore no chemise, and to his delight, no new fangled drawers that some women had taken to wearing.

  "No drawers, that's good. Never wear them. I accept at times a chemise may be necessary, but drawers are not."

  "My mama says they are vulgar," Susanna said. "I myself can't see their point, for they cover nothing important and I've been told they bunch up around your waist. The drawstring gets knotted, and they are scratchy and uncomfortable. No, you have no needs for that diktat, my lord."

  "Good." He released her hair from the net that held it close to her scalp, and ran his fingers through the tresses. "That's better. Whenever we are alone, I expect your hair loose and caressing your skin. Whenever possible you will be naked. That will happen often here. My servants are well trained and will never disturb us. So, if you're happy, go in there. Strip and wait for me. Do you remember how I said I would like to see you? On your knees, head bent?"

  "With my hands behind my back? I remember."

  “Then do it."

  Chapter Ten