Regency Romance: A Duchess in Disguise (Historical 19th Century Victorian Romance) (Duke Fantasy Billionaire Romance)
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''Yes, I understand perfectly. May I ask what has brought about your change of heart towards me?''
''You are a very attractive man, and you were correct when you told me my husband treated me badly. He only has eyes for Miss Pemberly. I feel so alone, and I have found my thoughts turning to you more and more often. Please, Sir John, help me to feel a man's desire again.''
''My dear lady, of course I will do as you ask.''
''Alright then, I'll be off. I look forward to seeing you this evening.''
Emily whistled and the dogs came running from different corners of the garden. When she was out of view of the house, she leaned against a fence and began to cry. Milly came to her and put her head against her leg in a comforting gesture. When she felt able, Emily walked back through the village and up the lane to Sedgefield Hall.''
*****
Before dinner, Mary was surprised when Emily asked her to get out a summer dress. It was the most revealing dress Emily possessed. It had no back and a décolleté that just covered her nipples. The bottom half of the dress clung to her buttocks and thighs, showing of her feminine shape. ''Are you sure, my lady?'' Mary asked.
''Quite sure, Mary,'' Emily replied.
When Sir John knocked on the door, the dogs barked and Joesph opened it. When he showed Sir John into the room, Sir John stared at Emily's over flowing bust. Joesph tried not to, but he found it impossible.
''Joseph, please bring us a whiskey each. I told cook we'll be eating a little later this evening. I want to enjoy a drink or two first.''
''Yes, my lady. I see,'' Joseph said as he headed off to get the drinks.
When he returned, Emily lifted her glass and downed her drink in one. Sir John raised an eyebrow, and not wanting to feel left out, did the same.
''Simply delicious whiskey,'' Emily remarked. ''Let's have another.'' In all Joseph walked backwards and forwards six times before dinner.
''No Sir John, don't sit down at the end of the table, I want you here next to me,'' Emily said.
When Sir John sat down, Emily noticed he was a little unsteady on his feet. Emily leaned over, and took his napkin. As she did so, Sir John was able to see her bust in all its glory. When she put the napkin over his lap, she noticed something in his trousers twitch.
Joseph poured red wine and Emily once again downed hers in one. Sir John, not wishing to be outdone by a lady, did the same. During the meal they had three glasses of wine each.
When they had finished eating, Emily put her hand on Sir John's and smiled at him. ''We'll take coffee and brandy in the drawing room, please Joseph,'' Emily instructed. When Sir John got up, he rocked back and only saved himself from falling by holding onto the back of his chair.
In the drawing room, Emily polished off three brandies. Sir John wasn't able to finish the last one. Emily sat next to him and pulled his drunken head to her bust. “Sir John, before I allow you to have your way with me, I would like to know if you can do something for me?''
''Anything,'' he slurred.
''Tell me how I can be rid of my loathsome husband, that I may be united with you?''
Sir John glanced into Emily’s eyes. ''Ah, I have just the plan. I have already decided what I will do with him.''
''Then please, tell me when this will be, for I cannot wait to feel your arms around me as my new husband.''
''I will execute my plan on Sunday this week,'' he said as he hiccupped.
''Then let's drink to it,'' Emily said.
Joseph brought another brandy. After downing it in one, Emily pulled Sir John to her and pushed his head into her cleavage. As he inhaled her scent his desire was unable to keep him awake, and he fell asleep between her breasts.
When she'd thrown him off her, Emily called Joseph. ''Joseph thank you so much for your assistance. I have no idea how you made all those fruit juices look like whiskey, brandy and wine but you did a quite splendid job. Now as I explained, we will execute the second part of the plan now. Take him upstairs take his clothes off and put him in to my bed.''
Joseph did as he was instructed and when he was finished, Emily went upstairs to the bedroom. She looked at him lying under the covers in her bed and almost vomited. She drank a glass of water, and composed herself. Next, she changed into her night gown and sat in the arm chair.
It was almost nine o'clock in the morning when Sir John woke up. Emily was looking at him from the arm chair. She rushed to him as soon as she saw his eyes move. ''Oh, Sir John, you are awake. I have to tell you, nobody has ever made love to me, the way you did last evening. You were like a wild stallion. You were so big and hard and I have never experienced so many orgasms. Thank you.''
Sir John had a splitting headache and couldn't remember a thing, but Emily was such a good actress, he believed he had done the things she said he had.
''Please, Sir John, you told me last evening that you propose to....let's call it.....meet my husband on Sunday. Please don't disappoint me, because after he is gone, I will be yours, to do as you please with.''
When he left, Emily had all the bed sheets and blankets washed, and the bedroom cleaned from top to bottom.
*****
Peter lay with his head on Charlotte's lap as the coach made its way from London.
''I can't travel all the way to the village with you. You must set me down a mile away so nobody sees us. I will walk the rest of the way back to Sedgefield House.''
''Of course,'' Charlotte said, as she stroked his head.
The road from London to Sedgefield House was a journey of around thirty miles and took three hours. For the most part it was open countryside and the roads were reasonably passable. Things changed when the road passed through Finchley Wood. A passage of around three miles. The trees stopped sunlight from drying the road, and it was often wet and rutted.
When they reached the forest, the coachman slowed the horses to a walk and everybody clung to a hand rail, as the coach swung from left to right, through the rutted ground.
After two miles, the coachman was pleased with his progress. But he shouted out when he saw a hooded man on a black horse, standing in front of the coach, pointing a pistol at him.
''Put your hands up and get down,'' he said. The coachman got down and stood next to one of the horses. ''Get the people out of the coach,'' the rider demanded. The coachman went to the door and knocked. The two lovers had the curtain down, and weren't aware why the coach had stopped.
Peter opened the door and saw a man pointing a pistol at him. ''What on earth are you doing, sir?'' he asked.
''Get out of the coach and kneel down over there,'' he pointed to a place next to a tree. ''If you refuse I will shoot you. You do the same,'' he said to the coachman. ''Charlotte stay in the coach.''
Peter walked to the place the man had asked him to and knelt. The coachman knelt next to him. When Peter felt the pistol touch his skull he started to pray.
From somewhere in the forest there was a bang and a flash. The robber cried out in agony, and fell down next to Peter. Peter grabbed the pistol and stood up. The man was holding his knee. It was almost completely blown away. When Peter bent down and removed the robber's hood, he gasped. The coachman ran after Charlotte, and knocked her to the ground. Her screams frightened the birds from the trees, as he pulled her by the hair back to the coach.
When two horsemen appeared from the forest Peter thought they were Sir John's accomplices.
''Get down from your horses, this instant,'' he told them as he pointed the pistol at them. ''James,'' he exclaimed, as Emily's brother took off his hood. When Emily took of her hood, his mouth fell open. What is happening?'' he asked totally confused.
''I'll tell you what is happening,” Emily said. “Sir John and Miss Pemberly have been plotting to kill you. I found out about it, and as I am unable to shoot, I asked James to help me. As you can see by the state of Sir John's knee, he is an extremely accomplished marksman. These two wanted to kill you so that Sir John could marry me, and take my wealth.''
''James will go and fetch the police, once these two have been arrested, you will come back to Sedgefield House with me.''
*****
They arrived home in the dark. Peter rode James' horse home. James had taken a lift to London with the police. When Joseph opened the door, Emily nodded to him in recognition of the part he had played in foiling Sir John's evil plot.
''Joseph was a great help in foiling the attempt on your life, my dear,'' she said.
''Thank you, Joseph. I am not fully aware of the details, but my wife will no doubt inform me. I will see you handsomely rewarded for you efforts.''
''There is really no need, my lord,'' Joseph said in his usually modest fashion.
''Joseph, please bring two whiskeys into the drawing room. This time two real ones.''
''Now, Peter. Come and sit next to me,'' Emily said as Peter attempted to sit in his usual place. ''From now on you will sit next to me in the evenings.''
''Emily, I am so sorry for what I have done. I have been a fool. You are beautiful and clever and I have ignored you and behaved terribly badly.''
''It is no matter, Peter. I will always do everything in my power to protect our marriage, even if that means asking my brother to shoot someone. You are a very special man, I adore you, and I love you more than I can bear. All I ask is that you please try to love me back.''
''Oh Emily, I do. Until this evening, I didn't realize how much you mean to me. I do love you.''
''Then let's finish our drinks and you can take me to bed and prove your love to me.''
*****
When Peter took off his shirt and dropped his trousers to the floor, Emily could see how much he desired her. It was the first time in many weeks that she had seen his hard shaft. When she let her nightgown drop to the floor, Peter could see how ready she was for him. The soft curls between her legs shone with her desire and her nipples were erect.
They came into each other’s arms and kissed. It was too much for Peter, who was so racked with guilt that a tear escaped from his eye and rolled over his cheek. Emily watched it until it reached his jaw, then she liked it from him. Peter was overcome with desire and love. He picked her up and carried her to the bed. They lay next to each other and kissed. Emily loved the feeling as his penis rubbed against her soft thigh.
He got up and crawled to the end of the bed. He took Emily by the ankles and spread her legs wide apart. As he looked at her womanhood, his hard member twitched. He bent down between her legs and without delay licked the length of her vulva. Emily cried out and thrust her hips up from the bed. He licked her again. When his mouth fixed over her clitoris, and his tongue began to make tiny movements on her, she gasped and pulled his hair. As his tongue stayed fixed to the same spot, Emily felt the muscles in her belly tighten. When Peter did what he had never done before, Emily's orgasm hit her. His tongue on her clitoris and two fingers deep inside her, was too much.
She lay back and enjoyed the waves that made her body tremble. When they began to wane she pushed him onto his back, and took him into her mouth. He tasted salty and the scent of his sweat made her ache to be filled by him. She placed her hands on his strong thighs and felt the coarseness of the hair which covered them. As her head bobbed up and down, Peter played with her blonde hair. Soon it became too much for him and he pushed her head from him. As he lay her down, her legs fell open. He entered her without assistance in one hard thrust. As he parted his wife's sex, she groaned and thrust back at him, willing him on. As well as an over whelming feelings of love, Peter felt an overbearing sense of guilt. As he pushed into her he gritted his teeth and willed the feeling away. Emily looked up and saw his forehead covered in sweat. She ran her hand over it and licked his salty juice from her palm.
''Emily, I love you,'' he said. She had waited a long time to hear him utter those words, and she basked in the effect it had on her body and her mind. She wanted to feel his love flowing into her now and she matched him with her hip movements. When she tightened the muscles in her vagina, he pushed into her twice more and cried out her name. Emily put her hands onto his chest and screamed as his seed triggered another orgasm.
*****
When James knocked at the door to Sedgefield House, it was snowing.
''Look mummy, it's Uncle James.''
''My, my, you two are growing up.''
''Have you brought some Christmas presents for us?'' Harriet asked.
''Harriet, don't be so rude,'' Emily said.
''Yes, don't be so rude,'' little James added. ''Have you though?''
''Who'd have a three year old and a five year old?'' Emily asked James.
''Uncle James is a hero,'' Harriet said. ''Mummy told me.''
Peter walked into the room. ''James, Merry Christmas.'' he said to his brother in law. ''Yes Harriet, Uncle James is indeed a hero,'' he added.
*****
THE END
REGENCY Romance - A Lady’s Reward
The Village of Ashworthy was large by English standards. Most of it was owned by Mr. Daniel Pickford, the owner of the mill where a high percentage of the population worked. Mr. Pickford demanded much of his employees. He was one of the new rich, part of the an elite group of industrialists whose wealth had multiplied incalculably during the industrial revolution. For those unfortunate enough to work for him, it was a living hell. Fifteen-hour shifts for little pay, six days a week.
Victoria was just eighteen, but she had already been working in the mill for three years. She was by far the most beautiful woman at the mill, and Mr. Pickford had earmarked her for a job as one of his assistants. Mr. Pickford's assistants didn't work in the traditional sense of the word. They waited. It was not their job to turn up at the mill and do a shift with the others; it was their job to go to Mr. Pickord's special cottage and make sure they looked pretty, in case he came to see them. As Mr. Pickford liked to have plenty of choice, he had four assistants. He always chose young unmarried women; he didn't care for husbands. They caused him to look over his shoulder too much. Victoria was next on the list as soon as one of the current incumbents decided to marry.
''You ain't like us,'' Mary had told Victoria when she'd first come to the mill from the village school. ''You're posh.'' Mary was the forewoman and not to be quarreled with. Victoria had been terrified on her fist day, indeed the first week, and the greeting Mary had given her, had done nothing to improve her state of mind. She'd taken comfort in the fact that almost the whole of her school class had come to work there with her. They all thought she was posh too, but they were used to her ways.
''You're far too intelligent to go to the mill,'' Mr. Jameson, her teacher, had told her. ''You should school yourself some more, and be a teacher, or at the very least a governess.''
''But sir, we have very little money, and I'm afraid if I don't work, we may want for food,'' she'd replied. ''My father is not well, and as you know, my mother passed away three years ago.''
Victoria lived with her father in a small cottage for which they paid rent to Mr. Pickford. Her father also worked at the mill and had done so since before Victoria was born. He was well spoken and gentle. The village had been rife with speculation when he'd arrived to live there with his well-to-do wife, for it was obvious that they didn't belong in a small cottage or at the mill. The rumor that held most credit among the villagers was that he'd been disinherited for marrying an Irish woman.
Her parents didn't tell her much about their lives before Ashworthy. All she knew was that her father was English, and her mother Irish. Her mother had mentioned Cork a few times but nothing more. What Victoria did know, was that her mother had an Irish temper. Red haired and fiery, the villagers preferred to keep out of her way.
''You'll be coming to church tomorrow, won't you?'' Lizzie asked as she and Victoria were leaving the mill on Saturday evening after fifteen hours.
It was April and almost dark.
''Of course. Since my father became ill, I've never missed a Sunday service. I just hope the good Lord hears my prayers. It's not nice for him lying in bed every day waiting for me to come home.''
The two girls walked together down the hill and into the village. They parted company where they always did at the village green.
''Victoria, can I walk with you?'' It was Jack, the son of the mill foreman. Just eighteen and already six feet tall he looked like a walking coat hanger. He was one of those boys that first shot up in height, and some years later filled out. The filling out hadn't yet taken place.
''I've only got a couple of yards to go,'' she replied, thankful that he'd only caught up with her so close to home.
''Perhaps on another occasion,'' he hung his head and walked across the green, scattering a group of grazing sheep.
Their cottage was on the west side of the green, opposite Lizzie's house. All the cottages were the same on the outside. A front door in the middle, with a window on the left and right. Upstairs two bedroom windows. All had a thatched roof and a small garden at the front.
Victoria looked at her reflection in the window as she walked up the path to the door. She was a tall woman with strawberry blonde hair, a mix of her father's blonde and her mother's ginger. Her feet were aching, and she badly wanted to sit down with a cup of tea. She opened the door and, as usual, took off her bonnet before shouting to her father. Only on this day, there was no reply. He had died in bed twenty minutes before Lizzie got home.
*****
The Duke of Haslemere had more land than any other member of the aristocracy except the King himself. His Dukedom was made up of three estates, two had been in the family since Magna Carta, and the third was a more recent acquisition. His residence was Easingborough Hall. A twenty-five bedroom mansion set in three hundred acres of parkland. His Spanish wife had only been able to bear him one child, Edward, now twenty. Edward was a handsome man. Tall and slender, he had his mother's hair color, black, and his father's green eyes.