Lord of Mischief

by Sasha Cottman

  His mind began to work fast. A quick grope of her breasts was never going to suffice. If he was to get through this particular challenge he would have to step up the tempo. “I will pleasure you, but you must conceal your face. If, on the off chance, someone who knows either of us passes through here, we cannot run the risk of you being seen. You will be utterly ruined,” he said.

  He wasn’t going to mention he would likely be thrown in chains and sent on the first ship to the far-flung colonies if his father found out what he was about to do to the girl who he had so badly mistreated. The girl he had steadfastly refused to marry was the girl he was about to set his hands to in the middle of a grimy, London laneway.

  There were few other things that could be more scandalous.

  “Ruin me,” she whispered.

  Freddie bent down and took her nipple into his mouth. He suckled hard. Then, as he savored the sounds of her soft cries, he slid a hand up her skirt. His fingers touched the soft, delicate skin of the inside of her leg.

  As his erection hardened further, he knew it would be impossible for him to shop at the market in such a highly aroused state. He would have to go home and attend to himself before going on to St John’s to make the soup.

  Eve’s hands settled on his shoulders. She tightened her grip, silently urging him on.

  When his fingers reached the top of her leg he looked up at her. There was still time to stop, to call off this moment of rash behavior, and let her skirts drop.

  Her half-closed eyes and soft, heavy breathing told him otherwise. Eve was fully in the moment of passion. Gentleman or not, he knew she was desperate for him to give her sexual release.

  He felt the soft curls at the entrance to her womanhood before he pushed a finger inside of her. He swallowed when his finger slipped into her slick, wet heat. She was more aroused than she had been in the stables that night, and she had been prepared to give him her all in that moment.

  “Freddie,” she murmured.

  He began to stroke. Long, deep strokes which settled into a rhythm matched by Eve’s labored breathing.

  She was a passionate woman. He had always loved that about her. If he could win back her heart and get her inside a church, he knew he would have a minx in his bed for the rest of his life.

  “Harder, deeper,” she pleaded.

  He felt her muscles begin to tighten. She was close to climax. Pulling his finger from her heat, he quickly replaced it with his thumb.

  Eve gasped and her grip on his shoulders became tight. She was close. He just needed to push her over the edge. He rolled his thumb over the nib of her clitoris and she whimpered.

  He slid a finger into her as his thumb continued to massage her sensitive nib.

  “Come for me,” he commanded. A satisfied smile found its way to his lips as she cried out at her release. The pulsating spasm of the muscles in her core gave him the satisfaction of having done the job right.

  Her grip on his shoulders loosened. “Thank you,” she whispered.

  Her words were all the reward he needed. He withdrew his hand and let her skirts fall. As he did, she mewled. He frowned. Had he not just given her a deep pleasuring? His pride wouldn’t stand for a woman to think him not capable of meeting her sexual needs.

  “What’s wrong?” he carefully ventured.

  “What about you?” she replied.

  She began to lift her skirts once more. Freddie caught sight of her knees and then the white of her thighs. If Eve kept going he knew he would get a glimpse of the Promised Land.

  He shook his head, grateful that at least his brain was trying to keep control of the situation. He reached out and took a hold of her skirts. They wrestled over the layers of fabric.

  “You are playing safe again, Freddie. I don’t want to play safe. I want you inside me,” she said.

  The struggle over her skirts and his rock-hard arousal was bad enough, but her demand for him to ruin her was a step beyond. “I am not deflowering you against a brick wall. Your first time should at least be in a private place. Your first time should be memorable,” he ground out.

  She huffed in disgust, leaving him to wonder how many other men would be arguing the point rather than taking what was being so openly offered. “But if you fuck me hard against this wall, I assure you I shall remember every second of it,” she replied.

  He was stunned for a moment. He had never heard such language from a woman of his social class before, let alone a young, unmarried miss such as Eve. He was shocked she even knew such a word. “No.”

  He heard the sound of boots on stone and turned to see a group of young men appear in the laneway. As they passed by Freddie and Eve, they exchanged knowing grins.

  “Good luck to you, sir,” said one of them.

  Freddie and Eve watched as the group disappeared around the corner at the end of the laneway. Turning to Eve, Freddie was about to mention they were still in a public place, but the look on her face stopped him in his tracks.

  “If you won’t take me here, then let me attend to you. I am supposed to be a lady with skills of a particular nature. Let me practice them,” she said.

  His hard arousal twitched its single-minded approval.

  She stepped forward and took hold of Freddie’s coat, pulling him toward her. She placed an enticing kiss on his mouth and he was powerless to stop her. The kiss quickly escalated into a fiery, passionate encounter.

  “I want you against the wall, now,” she commanded, when they finally let go of the kiss.

  He was losing the battle of wills. When Eve took a hold of the placket of his trousers and loosened the first button, he made only a half attempt to stop her.

  “Good boy. Let me do my work. If you don’t then I shall scream, and that will bring people running. You wouldn’t want that now, would you, Freddie?” she asked.

  With his back against the brick wall, Freddie watched in disbelief as Eve went to her knees before him. When the last button of his trousers was open, she pulled back the fabric and released his manhood.

  She took hold of his hard, swollen shaft and wrapped her fingers around it. The last sensible thing he was able to do before he was lost in passion was to pull her shawl farther over her head. Any passers-by would know exactly what she was doing; he could only pray they didn’t see her face. “Now let me remember how you like to be serviced.”

  Freddie placed his hand gently on her head and closed his eyes. “I am sure whatever you do, will be … oh … sweet heaven, Eve.”

  Her lips closed over the tip of his cock and his heart stopped. Her mouth was a hot, wet Eden of pleasure.

  With a hand placed either side of his hips, she soon settled into a long rhythm of inflicting tortuous pleasure upon him. Slowly in, slowly out.

  When a second group of market workers walked into the laneway, Eve did not falter at her work. She was a fast learner. Soon she was taking him deep into her mouth, her lips forming hard ridges which his manhood rubbed against.

  Freddie ignored the snorts and soft chuckles of the men as they passed by. He was too deep in mindless pleasure to even open his eyes. He was completely at her mercy.

  She built up the tempo. His breath grew shorter and more labored. His fingers speared into her hair. The shawl covering her face fell back, but he was powerless to do anything. The fingertips of his other hand were dug into the cracks of the brick wall, desperately seeking purchase.

  The thought he should stop her before he came flashed for an instant in his mind, but it was too late. With a rush that had him stuffing his fist in his mouth to stifle a roar, he came in her mouth. He slowly stroked her hair as he came back to earth.

  To his satisfaction, Eve continued to tenderly minister to him. She sucked the last of him before releasing him from her care. Sitting back on her haunches, a soft smile crossed her lips.

  He adjusted his clothing and buttoned up his trousers, then reached down and pulled Eve to her feet. Their lips met once more.

  “Thank you,” he said.r />
  She laughed softly. “I’m not sure how much to charge you but knowing your circumstances, I don’t expect you could pay it anyway.”

  Freddie chuckled and pulled her into his embrace. As his arms wrapped around her, he sent a silent prayer to the heavens that she was the more stubborn of the pair of them. By rights, he should have sent Eve home in a carriage the moment he saw her. But being Eve, she had made certain he delivered on her wish to have a heated sexual encounter in a public place.

  He would never forget this moment as long as he lived.

  Eve stole back into her family home a short while later. She hurried up the stairs and into her bedroom, locking the door behind her.

  She had done it. Freddie was now the other player in a sexy new game of her making. They were playing by her rules, and if Freddie kept to them, they would both be victors.

  She had kept some of the Bachelor Board rules. Activities were to be in public wherever possible. It was disappointing that Freddie hadn’t taken her virginity in the laneway, but she was prepared to give herself game points for improvisation, and the knowledge she had brought him to climax with her lips.

  The look on his face when she had demanded he deflower her there and then was priceless. So was the look when he pulled her to her feet after she had pleasured him.

  She had no idea such things were possible, but a recent afternoon of illicit reading of the Karma Sutra, courtesy of the India-born Marchioness of Brooke, had opened her eyes to a whole new world of possibilities. Alex’s wife, Millie, was slowly but surely educating all the unwed women of the Duke of Strathmore’s family in how they should seduce their intended husbands.

  She was going to marry him, but first, he had to prove to her he was more than the bookish young man his mother had claimed. An intelligent and educated husband was desirable, but with those traits also had to come fire and passion. Their union could never be allowed to become dull and comfortable.

  When her maid knocked on her door an hour or so later, she was surprised to find Eve awake and partly dressed, seated at her writing desk. The working-class clothes Eve had worn on her secret mission were well hidden in the back of her wardrobe. If the game continued, she intended to use them again.

  She closed the pages of her diary and locked it in her writing desk drawer. The plans for the next part of the game were written within its pages.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  As soon as Zeus began to bark late in the evening, Freddie knew who was about to knock on the kitchen door. The only thing he found slightly odd was that Eve had waited for almost a week after their encounter in the laneway to finally pay him a visit.

  He opened the door and pulled her roughly to him, kicking the door closed behind them. “You took your time,” he said, before kissing her hard.

  Eve reached out and pulled on the fabric of Freddie’s linen shirt. He came closer and wrapped his arms about her waist. She fitted to him like a glove. “I told you I was setting the rules of the game,” she purred.

  He went hard. He prayed she still wanted him. If she did, he would not refuse her. “Can I assume you are not here to sample the pasties?” he replied.

  She placed a hand on his chest, over his heart. How he could ever have been such a fool to willingly break her heart he would never understand. She was worth all the riches in the land.

  “I am here because I am certain I shall go mad unless you strip me naked and claim me with your body. I need you to take all I have to offer, and then demand more. When you are done with making me yours, I need you to do it again. Only then will I know you are truly mine.”

  Eve had practiced her speech all the way over from Dover Street. Standing in front of Freddie, she prayed it was enough. To finally have him claim her as his woman.

  “As long as you understand once I have made you mine, there is no going back,” he replied.

  She let a long sigh escape her lips. Her blood was heated and pumping hard through her body. Tonight, she would burn all the bridges behind her. There was only one path that lay before her now—a life with him. “Take me.”

  “Wait here,” he replied.

  Releasing her from his embrace, Freddie opened the door which led to the upper floors and walked out of the kitchen. Zeus followed.

  A moment later, he returned without the dog.

  “Zeus normally sleeps on the end of my bed. You and I shall stay in the warmth down here. I don’t normally heat my bedroom; firewood is too expensive and we need warmth for what we are about to do.”

  He dragged the kitchen table across the floor and placed it in front of the door. Zeus would not be returning tonight. “I told you your first time should be in private. After that we can negotiate new rules to the game. Now come here.”

  He held out his hand, and Eve went to him. Nimble fingers quickly had the buttons of her cloak undone. He laid it over a chair.

  When he went to untie the ribbons on her gown, she stopped him. It was time for her to take back control.

  “Sit,” she said, pointing to the bench next to the table.

  Freddie did as instructed.

  She licked her lips. She had been rehearsing this moment all afternoon in the privacy of her bedroom. Slowly, she worked at the top of her gown, opening it and revealing her breasts to him. An appreciative sigh escaped his lips.

  She kicked off her slippers and slid her stockings from her legs. When she looked up, she was greeted with the vision of Freddie’s hungry gaze.

  Perfect.

  She approached him.

  “Take it off. Strip me,” she commanded him.

  Eager hands grabbed hold of her gown and pulled it over her head. “Oh, Eve.”

  Her plans had been to lean down at this point and kiss him, but Freddie had other ideas. Standing, he lifted her and spun her around.

  She found herself lying naked on her back on the table, Freddie leaning over her.

  “I have never stopped thinking about you. I dream of you every night. Heated dreams of what should have happened between us long ago. Of what I am going to do to you tonight.” He pushed her legs apart and set his lips to her heated flesh. When she buckled as his tongue touched her clitoris he pushed a hand down on her hips, holding her in place.

  “You will suffer my torture until you scream,” he murmured.

  Her eyes opened and she stared up at the ceiling as he slaved at her with his tongue. On and on his tongue worked over her. Every ounce of her strength went into trying to control her response, a whimper the only thing she could manage. She was utterly at his mercy.

  Her orgasm slowly built. She was completely under Freddie’s masterful control.

  He pulled away. With hungry fascination, she watched as he rid himself of his shirt and trousers. He lifted her from the table onto her feet and pulled her into his naked embrace. She reached down and took a hold of his engorged manhood, slowly stroking him.

  “You said you wanted your first time to be memorable,” he said.

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  He turned her and laid her over the table. She held her breath as he pushed her legs apart. The tip of his cock parted her wet, slick folds, and she felt him enter her.

  A small burning sensation which quickly passed, confirmed she was no longer an innocent.

  “Are you alright?” he asked.

  She nodded.

  He slowly began to push deeper into her body, long slow strokes in and out. She sobbed as his hands reached around and took hold of her nipples. He gripped them hard.

  She closed her eyes and let the rhythm of his strokes take over her mind. Her orgasm began to build once more. When he tweaked her hardened nipples, she whimpered softly. He groaned with pleasure as he thrust harder into her.

  “Freddie,” she moaned.

  “Freddie what?” he growled.

  “Harder, please, Freddie. I need you to take me harder.”

  His hands released her breasts and settled on the sides of her hips. The tempo of his strokes
increased. He thrust deeper and harder.

  He pulled her away from the table and slipped his hand around Eve’s hip. As his fingers found her sensitive nub, he continued to pound into her willing body.

  When a wave of blinding pleasure finally crashed over her, she was left breathless in its wake.

  Freddie slowed his strokes.

  “Good girl, now you are ready for me,” he said.

  Moving her forward, he lay Eve over the table once more. A firm hand pushed Eve down onto the table, her breasts flat against its surface. The tempo of his strokes began to build again.

  As her mind cleared from the haze of her sexual release, she enjoyed the primal sensation of him pounding deep into her. His gruff groans of pleasure getting louder and louder, until he finally let out a howl and collapsed over her.

  “Oh Eve, I love you,” he murmured.

  When the heat of their encounter began to cool, Freddie pulled Eve into his arms. He kissed her tenderly and held her close. Their naked bodies touching. “Now that is why I didn’t take you against the wall in the laneway. I wanted to be the only one to hear you come as I made you mine,” he said.

  She wrapped her arms around him. Her first time had been better than she could have ever imagined. She was sexually sated, but best of all, he was finally hers.

  “I love you Freddie,” she said.

  “You really do make decent scrambled eggs,” said Eve.

  Freddie smiled. Aside from his pastries, he had also mastered a number of recipes with eggs.

  “My culinary skills are coming along nicely. I’m considering opening a bakery and employing a baker who can take on some of the young men from the church as apprentices. Will has offered to help me get started,” he said.

  Eve held out her hand to him. “I could come and work for you. You know how easy I am to get along with,” replied Eve.

  He raised an eyebrow. Eve was many things, but easy was not one of them. He was too busy counting his lucky stars to quibble with her.

  Their first time together had been exactly how he had hoped it would be. Eve had relaxed into the sexual act, making his taking of her virginity an easy and simple matter. Hearing her come to climax as he thrust into her willing body was truly a gift he had been humbled to receive.