Lucy’s Seduction: 4

‘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.’

Lucy’s Seduction: Chapter 4

[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]

Lucy blushed at the word ‘whore’ but she didn’t protest. Miles hadn’t said it in a derogatory way like she knew many people used it.

And I am a little bit of a whore, she thought faintly, overwhelmed at herself. I’m letting a man use me. And I’m having too much fun — I’m not going to stop.

Standing up was hard and — mortifyingly — Lucy eventually had to rely on Miles’ arm, glaring at him softly at the look of utter amusement on his face. Walking up stairs with him behind her, guiding her gently with firm hands on her hip and shoulder was also embarrassing — Miles wouldn’t let her cover her breasts again and she had to walk through the entrance foyer and up the wide staircase of his rented house feeling wanton and obscene.

Lucy’s brain kept reminding her that people were not meant to be naked in these parts of the house.

‘I went to a lot of effort to get your tits right where I could see them,’ Miles growled at her as they crossed the entrance foyer. She had just tried, instinctively, for the third time to pull her dress closed. She was so very embarrassed, dash it.

‘I didn’t see any effort from you, Mr Beaumont,’ she mock-glared up at him, stopping and turning to face him. She blushed hotly as she realised she was pretending to argue with him while being semi-naked.

‘I think I might make it a rule for any future liaisons,’ he grunted, taking hold of her arm and turning her back to face the stairs, a wicked smile on his face. ‘I’ll make it a rule that you strip your delightful tits at the front door before I even let you inside. Then I’ll make you serve me tea,’ he ran his eyes down over her breasts, making her blush even hotter, ‘just like that. I don’t know which I’ll enjoy more — your tits or your embarrassment.’

‘Oh!’ Lucy wanted to complain but she knew embarrassingly that Miles had already seen her instinctive pleasure at the thought of being made to serve him tea while half undressed.

‘You’re such a beautiful slut,’ he smiled down at her. Lucy gasped — there was a softness in his face and crookedness in his smile that she hadn’t expected, and that took any sting out of the crude words.

‘I’m not,’ she said softly in complaint, blushing, her eyes lowered.

‘No,’ Miles chuckled, taking her by the upper arm and leading her inexorably forward towards his bedroom. ‘You’re a good girl. Perfect, in fact. The leading light of your local church morality club. And not lounging around with your breasts on public display in a nobleman’s house.’

‘Oh!’ Lucy gasped. ‘You… oh, you brute!’ she complained. ‘How dare you say that?’

Miles just laughed, and Lucy realised he was succeeding in leading her forward despite her perfectly valid objections. She had to giggle though at the thought of the pious ladies at church seeing her like this.

‘I’m not a really good girl,’ she said suddenly, softly, before glancing up at him. ‘I do go to church,’ she said sadly. ‘I have to, of course. But ever since Darwin published his Origins, you know,’ she shrugged. ‘Daddy doesn’t believe in God,’ she said daringly, ‘and I know Mama doesn’t really either, but she knows…’

She trailed off but Miles finished the sentence for her.

‘Your mother knows there would be consequences both for herself and for her daughter if she wasn’t seen to be a pious and modest lady,’ he finished and Lucy nodded, blushing. His understanding was excellent.

‘Your mother is an exceptional lady,’ Miles continued, ‘and you, my dear,’ he smiled down at her, making her gasp by running a finger across her exposed breasts. ‘You seem to forget that I am a brute and you’re alone in my house. Either you’ll walk up to my bedroom like you are or I’ll fuck you here, on the floor,’ he said significantly, using his eyes to bring her attention to the ostentatious entry foyer.

‘You wouldn’t!’ she gasped but she saw there was a devilish light in his eyes.

‘Try me,’ Miles promised and Lucy shuddered at the thought of being pushed down and fucked here, right here on the floor, in full view of anyone who would walk through the closed front door.

He pushed her forward and Lucy went with him, ignoring that she had lost the argument to cover her breasts. Upstairs, she caught a glimpse of herself, her hair tousled, her eyes wide open and her breasts wantonly exposed for anyone to see.

I am such a slut, she thought helplessly. She glanced up at him but Miles wasn’t looking at her, and she blushed again. Oh heavens, what must he think of me? she thought suddenly. But then there wasn’t really any time to think because they had reached his bedroom and Miles was leading her inside.

Lucy’s thoughts ploughed to a stop as she saw the large bed in the centre of the room, the covers drawn down by Miles’ house staff before they left for the evening. He was going to put her on that bed, she thought suddenly. And he was going to use her, violently perhaps. She shivered, feeling her semi-nakedness all over again.

‘Get up on the bed,’ Miles ordered her and Lucy licked her lips, meeting his eyes and hoping she didn’t look scared. ‘It’s quite comfortable,’ he winked at her. ‘And you’ll find it’s easier once you’re up there,’ he added, making her blush.

She so wanted to be worldly wise and all knowing, but she knew she must appear as a little country ingenue to him.

‘Get on the bed, Lucy,’ Miles said again, letting a growl enter his voice.

He flicked a finger across one of her nipples and she gasped at the sudden spark of arousal, not to mention how casually he seemed to feel he had a right to treat her.

‘I haven’t worked out how I’m going to strip you naked yet,’ he said reflectively, continuing to tease her breast, clearly amused by her little gasps of desire. ‘Or maybe I won’t bother — I can enjoy you like this, after all — I just have to pull your petticoats up and shove your legs apart to ravish you.’

‘Oh… you…’ she complained, unable to stop the intense moan of desire at his words.

Miles snickered softly, closing a gentle finger and thumb around her nipple and tugging teasingly.

‘Get on the bed, Lucy,’ he repeated, his voice stern. ‘You don’t want to defy me, you know,’ he said in mock threat, tightening his grip on her nipple in a way that made her squeak.

Lucy gulped but, blushing, she stepped up onto the bed, feeling horribly wanton as she let it take her weight, kneeling down to look apprehensively at Miles.

‘Lie down,’ he ordered her, watching her sardonically from where he still stood in the room. He crossed his arms and she trembled, swallowing suddenly. She obeyed, letting herself lie down on his bed, shivering at how vulnerable she felt. Oh dear gods, she was in a man’s bedroom, having promised to let him fuck her.

‘I could stand here all day watching you like that,’ Miles smiled at her and Lucy blushed. Heavens, did he have to look at her like that? He leant back against the wall, his legs crossed arrogantly, and Lucy shivered. How dared he lounge back like that and keep looking at her when she was lying here embarrassed?

‘You have such very pretty breasts,’ he commented and Lucy blushed redder if possible. ‘You know,’ he continued casually, his eyes resting on her in a way that made her feel decidedly uneasy, ‘in the brothels in London, the girls wear dresses so low cut that their nipples are on full display. The dresses are also cut so that long slits ride up to their hips and their legs are always available. I would like to see you like that, I believe.’

Lucy just gasped, her eyes on him, big and round. This was something she liked about him, she decided — he talked to her about unmentionable topics. But oh — the images he painted were disturbing in the extreme.

‘I would be so embarrassed,’ she murmured, flushing hotly, knowing she should just tell him there was no way she was wearing such a dress.

‘They don’t wear underclothing at all,’ he continued, his eyes wicked. ‘When you want a girl, you can simply take her, by pushing her forward and thrusting into her.’

Lucy swallowed, unable to take her eyes off him. She felt like she was caught in a spell largely of her own making — his voice, his hands, his commands that he insisted she obey to the letter.

‘Are you…’ she whispered, her voice breaking with the strain of just lying here and him looking at her like that. ‘Are you going to stand there all night?’

She blushed hotly after she spoke — of course, there was a simple alternative to him standing there all night.

‘Well, I was going to get you to spell out for me just what you wanted me to do to you here,’ he said reflectively, his eyes rich with amusement. ‘You’re so pretty when you get embarrassed.’

He met her eyes firmly as Lucy gasped. Oh no, he couldn’t make her do that. He couldn’t!

‘But then,’ he shrugged, pushing himself away from the wall and stepping towards the bed, ‘I decided that I wanted to enjoy you sooner rather than later.’

Lucy watched as he stepped towards her, and she swallowed hard. Suddenly, as embarrassing as it would have been, she wanted the other option, the one that hadn’t been offered to her. Lying half-naked on his bed, describing her desires to him was embarrassing but it was also so much less scary than him actually fucking her.

The amused set to Miles’ mouth indicated that he realised her dilemma and sudden realisation. As he reached her side of the bed and bent forward, running a trailing finger up her cheek and through her hair, Lucy realised with a gulp that it was happening. He was going to fuck her.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ Miles whispered, straightening up. He kept his eyes on hers, stopping her from looking away, and reached up to loosen the kerchief around his neck. ‘Lie still, darling,’ he ordered her, tossing the ornate fabric down onto the bed. ‘I’m going to enjoy you very much.’

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