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.

Lucy’s Seduction: Chapter 2

[Lucy’s Seduction is a consensual historical BDSM erotica set broadly in a raunchy and apocryphal Edwardian England setting. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 is here]

It was three days later and Lucy couldn’t help a shiver of anticipation as she let herself in the side gate at Miles’ house.

He had told her that was the best way to enter his house without being seen and in the heavy twilight air, she was pretty sure no-one would have spotted her. She had bid farewell to her friends in the village and headed for home, but she had warned her parents that she would miss dinner, due to having a yearning for some astronomy tonight.

Lucy knew she was very lucky to have such liberal parents. Her father had simply recommended that she wear solid shoes and a thick coat, while her mother had shrugged her good-humoured disinterest in the stars. Lucy had been an avid astronomer for years, enjoying the science for its glimpses at far-distant galaxies as well as the freedom it gave her to be absent from the house for extended periods.

She glanced upwards as she carefully crossed the rambling and overgrown garden of Miles’ rented house. The stars weren’t fully visible yet but she could see the north star already shining brightly and she shivered in the knowledge that tonight the strong north star would be accompanied by a ring of smaller stars known as the maiden’s beauty.

She chuckled to herself wryly — she had heard the old men in the village gossiping about ‘Mr North’s’ raunchy escapades with the maidens who clustered so eagerly around him on moonless nights.

The perfect night for my own escapade, she thought, trembling a little and feeling almost breathless.

I’ll need to make sure that I take a peek at the stars later, on my way home, she reminded herself. Her father was sure to ask her what she had seen and she already knew she was hopeless at concocting any kind of elaborate lies.

Mr Beaumont — Miles, she reminded herself nervously — had set a light outside the back door that he had assured her led straight into the library. He had dismissed his servants for the night and they would be alone in the house. Lucy paused as she saw the lantern burning brightly next to the solid wooden door.

This was it. Much as she wanted this, she was also, suddenly, flushed with unaccustomed nervousness and embarrassment.

Tonight, Miles would probably see her naked and he would touch her — she wanted him to touch her — and if everything went according to plan, before long, she too would be lying on her back, her legs spread like she had always dreamed of, him pushing strongly inside her…

Her thoughts shattered at this point — heavens, what would it even feel like? Did she really want that? A man — Miles — above her, grunting in his deep voice while he entered her?

Yes, Lucy knew, decisively, absolutely, that she did want that.

Yesterday, she had met surreptitiously with Miles during one of the daytime concerts at the local pavilion, where everyone from wealthy aristocrats to country folk visiting the seaside for a week and working people enjoying a bank holiday would gather to listen to free music and drink cool iced drinks.

Miles and Lucy had chosen seats out of sight of the stage, with an indifferent view of the ocean. No-one had seen them, she thought, but few would care anyway if they saw her there with a friend of the family, enjoying a conversation while listening to music.

Miles had expected clarification – in rather blunter terms than Lucy had expected him to use – exactly what it was that she wanted. She had, blushing hotly, told him about how her mother had educated her on what to expect on her marriage night, and even told him something of the book her mother had shown her.

With illustrations, she had whispered to him. What a man looks like and what a woman looks like and how they fit together.

Lucy had looked away, trying to recover her composure, and trying to explain nonchalantly to him that she knew all about it anyway. She had received some medical training from old Sarah, the midwife, in the village after all. And I’ve seen the animals together, of course, she had added, blushing hotly to even be talking about this to a man.

Regarding Miles’ waiting door, Lucy swallowed and clutched her hands together. Miles had improperly and unhelpfully insisted that she describe for him in detail the illustrations in her mother’s book, and that she tell him her favourites and why.

The man with his member large and erect, she had said, stumbling over the words, even as she tried to pretend she was worldly wise. And the moment — before they come together, showing how she is open for him and ready.

She had felt hot and flushed for the whole rest of that day, feeling a mixture of excitement and disgruntlement that Miles had made her talk about her plans, leaving her feeling hungry and empty, desperately wanting more.

It was now the following night and she was finally going to experience what it felt like to have a lover.

Lucy set her lips firmly together and snuck up to the library door, opening it brazenly and simply stepping inside.

‘You’re on time,’ Miles’s voice spoke from the other side of the room. ‘I’m… impressed,’ he said after a pause, standing up from the chaise where had been seated reading a book. ‘I would have thought you would walk back and forth in the garden for a while. Or back out entirely.’

He had a note of gentle amusement in his voice but she didn’t detect any ill will or patronage.

‘I’m not missish!’ Lucy said, her voice sounding startlingly loud in this room. ‘Um… hello,’ she whispered, setting her back to the open door and finally looking in his direction.

‘Hello,’ Miles agreed, stepping towards her, a soft smile on his face. He ran his eyes down over her, making her feel suddenly as though her clothes were too tight all over again. ‘You’re very pretty tonight,’ he smiled. ‘The pink suits you.’

‘Thank you,’ Lucy stammered, swallowing hard. He looked the same as ever — fashionable with his usual air of devilish unconcern for social norms. ‘Mother… My aunt in London refuses to let me wear pink with my red hair, but Mother doesn’t care.’

‘Your mother is right,’ he said, stepping up to her and taking her hand. ‘Come into the light. I want to see you.’

Lucy trembled as Miles pulled her into the light of the lamps scattered around the room, his eyes fixing first across her face, before travelling down over her body. Still holding her hand, he used his other hand to flick a curl away from her eyes, and she flushed in embarrassment at even such a mildly intimate touch.

‘You’re quite delicious,’ he smiled, and she heard a hint of rough passion in his voice. ‘I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you in your mother’s drawing room.’

‘That… That was less than a week ago,’ Lucy said softly, wondering at the feeling of Miles looking at her just like that.

‘I like fucking a girl I’m just learning to know,’ he said and Lucy jumped at that crude word ‘fucking’. He winked at her. ‘Frankly, I’d have done you before dinner on that first evening. I could already tell even after thirty minutes in your company what a sweet and lovely person you are.’

‘Oh!’ Lucy stammered, feeling suddenly uncouth. ‘I… I wanted you so badly that night,’ she whispered. ‘That’s when I decided… I mean, that’s when I determined that I would ask you.’

‘Come and sit down anyway,’ Miles said, and Lucy snickered softly to herself at his sudden air of a host. ‘Can I get you a drink? A sweet wine, perhaps? I don’t want to get you drunk but I’ve seen that’s what you drink at dinner.’

‘I…’ Lucy swallowed then forced herself to speak louder. She was not a mouse, dash it!

‘Mother and I sometimes drink port,’ she said. ‘Father doesn’t mind what we drink of course but we’re always under such pressure to at least act like we’re ladies. Last time…’ she chuckled suddenly, remembering. ‘It was new year’s,’ she explained in response to Miles’ questioning glance, ‘and I must admit that we invited Emily and Parker — our maids — to have a drink of Father’s best port with us. We all got quite drunk,’ Lucy admitted. ‘But it was such fun! Emily tells such wicked stories when she’s tipsy.’

‘Does she indeed?’ Miles smiled broadly, and Lucy felt a warmth growing inside her as he poured them both a glass of dark port. ‘And what was your favourite?’ he asked, handing her the drink before settling down next to her on the couch, his eyes fixed on her face.

Lucy took a sip, steeling her resolve at the feeling of Miles sitting so very close next to her on the couch. And she was alone with him in his house, and it was dark outside now!

‘Well,’ she paused, taking another sip of the delicious wine to garner her courage. ‘Have you heard the local legend of Devil Dog Dan?’ she said. ‘He was a pirate, you know. We used to have a great deal of free trading on these shores, and his ship would deliver the cargoes of rum and cloth to local smugglers to bring ashore.’

‘Devil Dog Dan?’ Miles asked chuckling. ‘I had not heard of him but I am now agog to know what salacious things your housemaid — Emily, was it? — told you about him.’

‘Well,’ Lucy blushed. ‘I don’t know if any of them were true, mind you,’ she said. ‘Devil Dan liked the company of ladies but he didn’t have any on his ship, you see.’

‘That was his error,’ Miles chuckled. He had laid his arm along the back of the chaise and now Lucy felt his fingers drifting down along the back of her neck and shoulders. ‘I’m surprised he didn’t keep a harem locked up below decks.’

‘Anyway,’ Lucy continued, trying to keep her breathing under control as Miles’ forefinger drifted around her ear. ‘Dan had a deal with the local smugglers. He would park his ship off the devil’s fingers on the moonless nights in the month. When he sent up his signal, they knew to ready themselves for the cargo. They also…’ she broke off, blushing.

‘They also…?’ Miles asked, sipping his drink.

‘Well, I fear Dan wasn’t a very good man,’ Lucy blushed. ‘He had a deal, you see, with the smugglers that they always had to bring him a woman. A noblewoman, for preference, though he’d take a village girl if he had to. They would kidnap a local daughter and row her out to him, and he would spend the next few nights using her, before sending her home again.’

‘I see,’ Miles said softly. His finger was stroking across Lucy’s cheek now and she found it very hard to focus on her story. ‘And was he arrested for this perfidy?’

‘N-no… well…’ Lucy extemporised. ‘I don’t think any of it is real, to be honest. But the local legend is that he was such a good lover that even if the women went unwillingly, they soon changed their minds. And everyone kept it quiet for fear of the rumours and the gossip. Emily said…’ she broke off again, looking down at her glass.

She must be nervous, she thought. She had drunk more than a two-thirds of the rich liquid.

‘You can’t keep doing that,’ Miles chuckled and Lucy blushed. ‘Interrupting what you’re about to say, I mean,’ he clarified. ‘*What did your Emily say?’

‘Well, she said that if the girls were good, he would just f-fuck them himself, but if they fought him or d-displeased him in any way, he’d let his whole crew have them,’ Lucy spoke quickly. ‘As a punishment, you see. And he was prolific too! Emily said there are people in both the best families and the poorest families across the whole shire who bear his features.’

She took a sip of her glass for courage, thankful that he hadn’t put very much in it.

‘Emily said they would tie the woman to the mast, and then the men would just use her one after the other, no matter what she said. I don’t think that bit is true though,’ she added quickly. ‘I think the local folk just like to tell the story. For the pious, it’s always a moral tale against evil — the girls did something wrong and that’s why he took them. But the way Emily told it,’ she whispered, daring to peek a glance at him. ‘It was wicked and exciting,’ she said quickly before she lost her courage.

Her glass was empty, Lucy realised, and Miles was still sitting close to her, and all she could think of was what if he used her like Devil Dan had allegedly used his captives — roughly and crudely taking what he wanted? She felt herself growing hot and even more aroused at the thought.

Miles reached a capable hand out and removed her glass, setting it on a cabinet behind them with a sharp click.

‘Loosen your bodice,’ he said bluntly. ‘I want to see you.’

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Chapter 3 of ‘Lucy’s Seduction’ is here.

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