All Lucy could think about was the prospect of Miles using 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.’
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 3
[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]
‘Loosen your bodice,’ Miles said bluntly. ‘I want to see you.’
Lucy swallowed convulsively but her fingers were already obeying him, reaching to the lacing on her simple dress. She fumbled with the knot at first, then she pulled the laces loose, and started to unbutton the tiny pink pearls at the front.
‘That’s it,’ Miles spoke softly, making Lucy tremble deep inside at the thought of what she was doing. And what she was going to let him do to her. ‘I’ve been fantasising about seeing your tits naked,’ he said, shocking her again with his crudeness.
‘Have… Have you?’ Lucy whispered, forcing herself to focus on undoing her dress to the exclusion of all else.
She felt suddenly insanely embarrassed to think of him looking at her at her parents’ house over the last week, imagining her breasts naked for him. And what else had he been fantasising about?
‘Of course,’ Miles said and Lucy shivered as she felt the heat of his body sitting close to hers. ‘You have such pretty breasts, my dear, and you insist on forcing them into my face, every single time you walk into the room. What else is there to fantasise about?’
‘I… I didn’t,’ Lucy whispered. ‘Do I?’
‘Yes,’ Miles said firmly. ‘Of course,’ he said reassuringly. ‘It’s hard for you to avoid it, when you have such lovely tits – big and round and delectable.’
Lucy shivered, caught between embarrassment and sheer arousal at the wicked things he was saying to her. She had succeeded in undoing her bodice now, but she hesitated, her fingers stilling in the loose silky fabric. She had a vague thought that good girls didn’t let men say things like to them – and, for that matter, that well-behaved men weren’t meant to think about women’s bodies that way, at least if they weren’t married to them.
But I want him, she thought immediately. And I want all of it.
‘Get that dress open,’ Miles said roughly into her ear and she jumped. ‘You don’t want me to have to do it for you,’ he continued. ‘If you make me wait too long, I’ll have to discipline you. Just like your pirate, Devil Dan.’
‘He’s not my pirate,’ Lucy complained softly but she was forcing her embarrassment out of her head, pulling the fabric open, pretending she was just sitting in her room preparing for her bath. She wasn’t alone in Mr Beaumont’s house after dark, she hadn’t invited herself here for him to fuck and he wasn’t watching with interest as she undid her dress for him to see her breasts.
She tried to pretend she hadn’t felt a flood of sheer lust running through her at the thought of Miles tying her down so a series of nameless men could thrust themselves into her as a ‘punishment’ for sloth.
‘Well, well,’ Miles spoke and Lucy gasped with embarrassment as she felt him looking at her breasts.
Heavens, she was half naked and she had done it herself! He put his own glass down, keeping his eyes fixed on her face as she watched him. She felt as though he had pinned her in place with his eyes and she couldn’t move, the soft globes of her breasts feeling vulnerable, exposed on the front of her body.
Moving slowly, Miles slid a hand up into her hair, his other hand reaching for her far shoulder, and then he manoeuvred her to face him, her eyes wide on his face, his hand firmly, almost brusquely holding her shoulder still. Then his fingers drifted down, pulling firmly at the fabric of her dress, fully exposing her breasts with an efficiency that startled her.
‘That’s better,’ he grunted, his eyes flashing to hers. ‘I said I wanted to see you. When I give an order, Miss Lucy, I expect to have it obeyed.’ The smile on his face took any sting out of his words, and Lucy gasped, her mouth half open. ‘Is that clear, my dear?’
‘Y-yes,’ she stammered, unable to take her eyes off his face. If she looked away from him probably she would have to take in the reality that he was looking at her breasts which she had — wantonly — let him see. He hadn’t even needed to rip at her bodice — she had done it all for him.
Then Miles’ fingers drifted across her hardened nipples, erect from the cool evening air, and Lucy moaned in sudden, startling, terrifying desire. He teased and played with her breasts for a long time and Lucy moaned and gasped, her head arching backwards, while she grew first embarrassed at displaying such lust for him, and then growing used to it.
She felt wanton — like a slut, she thought — and she had no intention of asking him to stop. Frankly, it felt so good that she wasn’t even sure she had the willpower to ask him to stop. His fingers teasing her skin, flicking back and forth across her eager nipples, flooded an electric river of lighting down between her legs, and she knew that if she put her hand down there, she would be wetter than she had ever been.
‘Such a delicious darling,’ Miles grunted, lifting a hand away from her breast to flick an errant curl away from her face. ‘I want to fuck you,’ he growled, meeting her eyes as she blushed, redder hot than she ever had before. ‘I want to hear you gasping beneath me as I ride you like a horse. I want to push you down and drive myself into you, while you scream,’ he said roughly.
‘I don’t… scream,’ Lucy gasped, trying to be haughty but realising ruefully that it was hard to act the fine lady when she was lying wantonly, illicitly, in a man’s arms, still quivering from the pleasure he had just given her and desperate for more.
‘You will scream,’ Miles said flatly, the words a promise. ‘I’m going to rip you open, my darling.’
‘Aaahh!’ Lucy gasped, suddenly shrieking at the violent imagery. Too late, she tried to pull her own evident desire back inside herself, but it was too late. Miles had heard that sound from her — it wasn’t a scream, she said to herself firmly, I don’t scream — and she had revealed how much she wanted him to use her and to be rough with her into the bargain.
‘That’s what I wanted to hear,’ Miles chuckled, his fingers a soft caress on her cheek, her lips. ‘Let’s get you up to my bed, my little whore. I’ve got lots of lessons I want to teach you before daybreak.’
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Chapter 4 of ‘Lucy’s Seduction’ is here.
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