Pixie Isobella

Lucy is determined to find herself a lover… Her pleas to the rakish Miles Beaumont will guide her to heights of depravity and pleasure she had only dreamed about.

Author’s note: I thought it was about time I put up something sweet and consensual. Here’s an old piece I was writing for another platform. I’m trying to regain my old regular writing and publishing schedule in 2025, so with any luck you’ll even see more of this story in weeks and months to come! If you enjoy it, let me know in the comments. Thank you!

Lucy’s Seduction: Chapter 1

[Lucy’s Seduction is a teaser trailer for a consensual historical BDSM erotica set broadly in a raunchy and apocryphal Edwardian England setting. All characters are over 18.]

Lucy Randolph decided to seduce Mr Miles Beaumont on the day of his second visit to Seawind House.

Miles had rented a house in town for the summer, fleeing the heat of London for the fresh air of the seaside. Her father, meeting him by chance at the lending library, had immediately invited the well-off, unmarried man to dinner. The easy-going and delightful Miles was instantly popular, not only with her parents, but also with Lucy and her brother.

Lucy had lain awake after meeting him that first night, fantasising about his rough good looks and his deep, slightly gravelly voice. She hadn’t met a man like him before and she was breathless just thinking about him.

He was charming but it was more than that. All the older men she knew were all married and respectable householders. She shivered in horror at the thought of even talking to them. And the younger men around her  —  sweethearts though they certainly were  —  could not stir her in this way.

After dinner, Lucy had waited until she was sure the house was asleep, before running luxurious fingers underneath her nightgown to pleasure herself, rubbing softly at first, then hard and furious until her body exploded, all the while imagining what it might be like if Mr Beaumont was in the bed with her. She hadn’t been with a man before but she could still imagine him touching her, his skin moving against hers, his hands caressing her while his hard member sought that hot, soft, hungry place between her legs.

I want him to ravish me, she had thought as she drifted to sleep. Again and again, until this hungry heat inside me is satisfied.

Thankfully, her mother had invited Miles Beaumont back the following day. Lucy had smiled and blushed softly to herself when she said a casual hello to him the next day, and then he had spent the whole long summer’s day playing tennis and talking in the gardens with the younger party members.

Now it was late afternoon and the day was almost over. Lucy snuck a glance at Miles while she packed up the tennis equipment. The sun was still high but her mother, ever a stickler for routine, had declared that it was dinner time and that the whole party must retire to the house to clean up and dress.

Miles was chatting casually with Lucy’s brother but when he saw her looking at him, the side of his mouth crooked up in a smile and he winked at her. Lucy flushed, smiling shyly before looking away, wondering if he could read her mind. She wondered, ruefully, awkwardly, if he just thought she was just a child.

But I’m not a child, she thought indignantly. I’m 23. That’s quite old enough to have a lover.

Lucy was determined to lose her virginity this summer. She knew she was meant to wait for marriage, which her parents hoped would happen after her next London season next winter. But honestly, she thought, that’s far too long to wait, and undoubtedly my husband will be boring. I want to have fun before then.

It had been during winter that Lucy had first conceived her daring plan to seduce someone —* anyone *— but it wasn’t until Miles’ visit that she felt she had found a worthy target.

It had been a whirlwind summer so far, with her brother’s university friends visiting. Daniel Woodbridge and the quieter Saul Parker were staying with the Randolphs in Chesterton for the whole summer. Lucy liked both Daniel and Saul. Determined to carry out her plan, she had thought of seducing either or both of them at times in the preceding weeks.

Daniel would be fun and generous, she thought, while she suspected that Saul had hidden depths of passion.

But, somehow, she had never taken the step. Lucy didn’t know why but neither of them was quite right. Then, she had set eyes on Miles last night, and she had known immediately that he was the one she wanted.

He was older, not her father’s age of course, but more mature and self assured than the ever-friendly Daniel or the somewhat introverted Saul.

And he… Her brain stumbled to a halt, thinking about Mr Beaumont’s many attractive characteristics.

His slightly rakish clothing  —  breeches and a loose neckerchief instead of a tie  —  was not so improper as to lead the squire’s wife and other local leaders to complain about it. But it did nevertheless indicate a delightful willingness to betray social norms. Not to mention that his attire also perfectly displayed a pair of strong thighs and an intriguing patch of skin at the juncture of his throat and chest. Miles’ roughly-styled dark hair, muttered with flecks of grey, made her long to run her hands through it.

Lucy flushed when she thought about his strong hands, his deep voice and his air of having seen the world. He was well read too and intelligent. She had quizzed him endlessly during the afternoon on his attitudes towards important topics. Encouraged by both her parents, Lucy was an ardent supporter of not just women’s suffrage but also women’s more fulsome admission to the universities and the revival of women’s traditional knowledge, so long cast into the shade by male academics.

Her father, of course, had written an important treatise on the need to end England’s support for all forms of slavery and her mother had even —  under a pseudonym —  written a series of influential and scandalous letters on the need to include working and Black women in the suffrage movement. Thankfully for Lucy’s plans, Miles had expressed suitably agreeable positions on all these topics, even entering supportively into her great desire to become England’s first female medical doctor.

But his attractiveness to Lucy was, above all else, his kindness.

When a housemaid had broken a piece of crockery at dinner the previous night, Lucy had seen him casually and instinctively deflect anyone from censure. And today, when Lucy’s beloved dog, Bella, had caught a thorn in her paw, Miles had been so kind in helping her to get the thorn out without causing the gentle labrador any more pain.

I want him, Lucy thought suddenly, realising that it was true. She flushed again to realise that she also wanted him because of his manner of looking at her when she spoke and treating what she had to say seriously. Miles was older than her, with genuine and well-founded views and the capacity to express them with a calm confidence.

She wanted him. She wanted it to be him.

Lucy had never lacked decisiveness, but even so, she had to summon courage to put her plan into action. She let her brother and his friends take charge of the tennis equipment, thus ensuring they would be occupied. She smiled to herself in triumph to see Mr Beaumont lingering behind as the younger men left the garden, his eyes resting on her as if waiting for her.

‘Mr Beaumont,’ she said, her voice soft, flushing despite herself. ‘I wonder if you could help me with something.’

‘Of course, Miss Lucy,’ he said. He had quickly abandoned the stuffy ‘Miss Randolph’ but hadn’t been forthright enough to just call her Lucy like her brother’s friends did. Lucy realised she was longing to hear just her name on his lips without any formalities.

Miles was standing in the shadow of the wisteria that her mother had planted assiduously all around the stone arbour. Lucy trod across to him, her heart beating so fast in her chest that she was sure he could hear. She knew there was a gentle flush in her cheeks, and she hoped she didn’t look scared.

I am not a child, she thought to herself fiercely. I know what I am doing.

She bit her lip as she met Miles’ grey eyes, then forced herself to smile instead. Her governess had always censured her for biting her lips, along with her bad habits of curling her thick hair around her fingers and a tendency to chew on her fingernails.

‘What may I have the pleasure of assisting you with, Miss Lucy?’ asked Mr Beaumont, meeting her eyes with a clear gaze.

‘Well, I want something from you,’ she said bluntly, blushing a little. ‘But if you don’t like it, it’s going to be embarrassing.’

‘You should ask then, Miss Lucy,’ Miles smiled down at her, making her blush even hotter. ‘I promise that if it’s too embarrassing, I’ll simply forget about it. I have the most terrible memory —  I forget things all the time.’

He winked at her and Lucy trembled —  half with nerves and half with desire. Lucy felt herself breathing fast and shallow, almost shocked at herself for what she was doing. And was it just her imagination or did his eyes rest longer on her breasts than was seemly?

Tentatively, but then finding her confidence, shocked at her own daring, she reached out and stroked the tips of her fingers across the back of his hand where it was resting on the stone of the arbour.

She had never touched a man she wasn’t related to and she had certainly never touched any man like this. It was scary but it felt so good to be asking for something that she wanted. Mr Beaumont stiffened, breathing in sharply, his eyes narrowing with interest, but he did not move away.

‘I…’ she said, softening her hand deliberately around his, closing it over his knuckles. Her other hand was drifting down the hem of her bosom in a way that she hoped was seductive rather than deranged or comical.

‘I’ve been wanting someone to help me with something, you see, Mr Beaumont,’ she licked her lips in nervousness as she spoke, her eyes flickering across his face and back to his eyes. ‘There’s some things that I’d like to experience before I get married, you see, and you…’ she broke off. ‘I like you exceedingly,’ she whispered, embarrassed to realise that her voice had vanished.

Miles smiled, a broad smile, holding her eyes with his.

‘I like you too, Lucy, very much so,’ he said, and Lucy blushed with pleasure to hear her name on his lips without that stuffy ‘Miss’ in front. ‘You’re pretty and intelligent and you care about the world.’ He stepped closer to her and Lucy shivered with pleasure. ‘And you’re very pretty, of course,’ he added.

‘You might think…’ Lucy broke off, blushing hotly.

Miles raised his eyebrows inquiringly, clearly inviting her to continue.

‘You might think I should wait for… for marriage, you know,’ she whispered again, before coughing to get her voice back. ‘But it’s my life and I don’t want to wait. I want to feel what it’s like, you see,’ she said shyly, hoping he wasn’t about to condemn her despite his earlier kind words.

‘I’ve seen the servants do it,’ she said suddenly, vehemently, blushing, speaking quickly before she lost her nerve. ‘My housemaid once —  lying with a man, you know. She… She didn’t know I was watching. I shouldn’t have been in that part of the house. I want to feel that —  all of it,’ she added firmly, in case she had been unclear.

Lucy was used to being brave —  the local aristocracy endured her family for their wealth but vocally disagreed with their outrageous politics —  but even she could not believe how forward she was being.

She remembered every moment of that secret day when she had spied her housemaid Emily kissing and flirting, and then fucking, the under-butler. She hadn’t been able to take her eyes off their bodies moving together.

His eager acceptance of Emily’s clear invitation had sparked a fire inside Lucy too, and she had stayed, hidden, until the very end. She hadn’t been able to take her eyes off Emily, her back arched, her plump thighs seductively, intriguingly open, her body available to be taken. Then the man had, grunting with satisfaction, actually planted himself inside her, thrusting and groaning, faster and faster, until they were done.

‘That’s very understandable,’ Miles smiled down at her and Lucy shivered, half in fear of what she had done and half in anticipation of what might happen. ‘You’re a very desirable girl,’ he said softly.

He reached out with his free hand to smooth a stray lock of her hair from across her face, and Lucy blushed to feel him touching her hair. ‘It’s very understandable,’ he said again. ‘And flattering, of course. I would be quite happy to assist you, of course. I’m sure I could…’ he paused, for effect, she thought, as he flickered his eyes down over her body, making her feel hot and suddenly as though her clothes were too tight. ‘I would have a great deal of pleasure experiencing your charms,’ he said softly.

Lucy flushed, bright red from her cheeks across her face and down her throat.

Oh sweet gods, she had actually done it. And he hadn’t said ‘no’, or immediately dragged her in front of the local pastor for chastisement and punishment.

‘Lucy! It’s time to get ready for dinner!’

Lucy jumped to hear her mother’s stout voice calling from the top of the garden.

‘I have to go,’ she said suddenly. She glanced up at the house, knowing that she didn’t want to be caught here, with him, like this. ‘I’ll…’ she paused again as she heard her mother calling again.

‘Go to dinner, Lucy,’ Miles said softly, smiling down at her. His fingertips stroked gently down her cheek, making her gasp at the intimacy of the sensation. The warmth in his gaze was making her flush hotly in quite a different way. ‘We’ll talk later. And make some plans.’

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Chapter 2 of ‘Lucy’s Seduction’ is here.

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