Pixie Isobella

‘I want to kiss you,’ Miles said bluntly. ‘On your lips. May I?’

‘Yes,’ Lucy whispered, then she lay still in shock as Miles leaned over her, his attractive lips brushing across hers, a hint of his breath feeling hot against her skin.

‘Damn,’ he groaned, and then he was kissing her for real, again and again and again on her mouth, kissing and teasing, until her lips felt red and swollen. ‘Fuck,’ he said, right into her mouth. ‘You’re going to be a damn sweet fuck, little Miss Lucy, and then,’ he grunted, kissing her again, audaciously sliding his tongue past her lips, ‘and then,’ he said again, raising his head briefly, ‘I’ll teach you how to put these lips around my member.’

Lucy’s Seduction: Chapter 6

[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]

‘You’re going to be a damn sweet fuck, little Miss Lucy, and then,’ Miles grunted, kissing her again, audaciously sliding his tongue past her lips, ‘and then,’ he said again, raising his head briefly, ‘I’ll teach you how to put these lips around my member.’

‘Oh!’ Lucy gasped in shock at the thought. ‘Can I do that?’ she asked softly, knowing her question was naïve.

‘You have a mouth, don’t you?’ Miles’ answer was immediate and Lucy blushed at her silly question. He kissed her on the lips again, his mouth warm against hers. ‘I’ll tell you a secret,’ he said softly, enticingly. ‘The whores in London kneel down at a man’s feet for him to fuck their faces, and we’re agreed, are we not, that you are a whore?’

His words were mocking her but not unkindly — teasing her rather, she thought.

‘Fuck their faces?’ Lucy whispered, her body suddenly aflame with his crude language. ‘How…’ her brain screeched to a halt as she tried to find an adjective to describe it. Terrifying? Arousing? Intense? Shocking?

‘ Next time, I’ll make you serve me tea with your tits on display, and then you’ll kneel down and please my shaft with these lips,’ he promised her, a wicked light on his face. ‘I’ll empty myself in your mouth, do you hear me, girl? Good whores swallow their master’s seed.’

‘Yes, Miles,’ Lucy whispered. Oh gods, she thought she must be all embarrassment by now, all of her dignity fled.

Miles started to undress her properly after that and Lucy forced herself to lie still and compliant, thankful after all that he wasn’t making her undress herself. It would be too embarrassing to have to loosen all her laces and remove the layers of her bodice and petticoats with him watching her. She was thankful, as well, at how special the experience was — he could so easily have hurt her feelings by treating this as mundane.

That said, all too soon, she was lying in just her slip and her undergarments, her legs fully bare below her knees. He had rolled her away from him to remove her corset and that was when she had started to feel fully naked in his presence. Her shift didn’t really count, of course — it had been loosened at the very start and now it hung down around her waist, hardly covering up any of her at all.

Miles’ fingers and mouth traced delicious patterns across her skin and she gasped and moaned in response. She had wondered if she should feign some sort of decorum but then she had dismissed that idea as being silly — she had left decorum well behind when she had started this mad, indecent romp.

So delightful did Miles’ fingers and lips feel against her skin that she hardly even noticed when he pulled her slip over her head, and then she was gasping and crying out as he plucked at the drawstring on her small clothes.

‘Put your hands down here,’ he growled at her, guiding her hands down towards his waist. ‘I’m not slowing down unless you tell me to,’ he added and Lucy shivered. Oh gods, she was actually naked in a man’s bedroom. Most married couples — she had heard from her mother — didn’t even fully undress when making love.

Miles guided her hands to below his waist and she gasped as he pulled at his breeches and his own small clothes, and then — terrifyingly, wantonly, wonderfully — his member was actually in her hands, already thick and rigid and unbelievably warm and alive against her palms. Lucy kept her eyes firmly on the bedclothes, the curtains around the bed, the ceiling — anything that wouldn’t involve her accidentally seeing his member.

From his chuckle, she guessed Miles knew what she was at but he didn’t force her to look and Lucy was grateful.

‘Damn that feels good,’ he grunted, shocking her with his swear word — although him swearing in front of a young woman should have been the least shocking thing about everything that had happened tonight. ‘I’ve been hard ever since you arrived and looking at your tits has nearly sent me over the edge a few times alone.’

Lucy just blushed — everything was very exciting but it was also way too much.

‘Stroke me,’ Miles grunted. ‘Enjoy the feeling in your hands, my sweet girl. I’ll be inside you soon enough.’

Lucy trembled, gasping her lower lip between her teeth — she rather wished he would stop saying things like that, about entering her, but she guessed he was mostly saying it to both shock and arouse her. She started to stroke his member with her hands, discovering to her surprise that she was enjoying it. His skin down there was so very silken, like warm, living porcelain, she thought, and his member was also satisfyingly hard in her hands.

‘You’re… You’re very big,’ she whispered, blushing hotly to say something so indecent. ‘I don’t know…’ She broke off in confusion.

Miles chuckled, meeting her eyes with amusement. His hands were gently drawing her underclothes down past her hips, she realised, and she bit her lip, refusing to be scared.

‘Don’t worry, I’ll fit inside you,’ he reassured her, and Lucy flushed at his immediate comprehension. ‘You’ll stretch,’ he said bluntly, flicking a curl of hair off her face before bending down to kiss her lips insanely softly.

‘Will… Will I?’ she whispered, gulping.

‘You were built for this,’ he replied, kissing her again. ‘Ah…’ he paused, his eyes searching hers, she thought, for any sign that she wanted to back out. ‘It’ll be a shock at first but you’ll learn how to take me. Your body knows how to take me.’

Lucy gulped again, then smiled shyly up at him. ‘You must think I’m very silly,’ she whispered, embarrassed suddenly at her gaucherie.

‘I think you’re adorable,’ he winked at her, before kissing her again. His hand was, she noticed, playing with her breasts again, rather as if he owned them and could touch them any time he wanted to. ‘Don’t worry, my dear,’ he said seriously when he lifted his head. ‘You’ll be worldly wise soon enough. After I’ve fucked you ten or fifty times, at least.’

Lucy’s Seduction: Chapter 7

‘Don’t worry, my dear,’ Miles said seriously when he lifted his head. ‘You’ll be worldly wise soon enough. After I’ve fucked you ten or fifty times, at least.’

Lucy gasped in shock, wondering if she was deliberately delaying things by constantly talking to him like this.

‘We’re… We’re doing it ten times?’ she asked, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. What did he mean by fifty times, anyway? ‘I mean…’

‘Well, not tonight,’ Miles replied cheerfully. ‘But I certainly intend to keep using you for as long as you keep letting me. And I intend to make sure you enjoy it, so that you keep coming back for more.’

Lucy digested that thought, as Miles lowered his head down to her breasts, started to lick and suckle at one of her nipples. It felt amazing and soon she was arching her back up and letting her head fall back to encourage him. She didn’t care that she definitely did look like a slut like this. It just felt too good to deny.

She moaned a mixture of shock and delight as his hand trailed down her body, past her hips. She had been keep her legs together desperately out of some strange need to be decorous and maidenly, but Miles just shoved at her thigh inside the knee and — briefly letting go of her nipple with his mouth — growled at her.

‘Get your legs open,’ he growled, and Lucy obeyed, gasping and crying out as she suddenly felt so much more exposed down there. ‘That’s it,’ he grunted, and then Lucy heard herself wailing as his hand actually pushed against her down there, sliding between her folds.

Oh gods, he’s touching me down there, she thought, suddenly paralysed in fright.

‘Keep your legs open,’ Miles growled at her again, and Lucy realised that she had with some false sense of modesty been drawing her knees together again.

‘I’m… sorry, Miles,’ she whispered. ‘Oh god,’ she moaned suddenly, her hips bucking against his hand. It felt so heavenly good to have him touching her down there.

‘You’re a wet whore,’ he smiled at her in satisfaction, and Lucy trembled, feeling indescribably indecent. ‘If you keep closing your legs, I’ll tie them open to the sides of the bed,’ he threatened her, and she gasped, pleading him suddenly with her eyes, although she wasn’t sure what for precisely.

Miles just laughed. ‘Be a good girl, and I won’t have to,’ he said simply.

Then Lucy cried out for real because Miles was actually pushing a finger into her down there. Oh gods, it felt good. So simply, heavenly good. Lucy never wanted the sensation to end.

Any thought she had of closing her legs out of maidenly modesty fled. Miles worked inside her with a single finger for a long time, his thumb simultaneously running back and forth across her clit, or sometimes around in circles, in a way that made her think he had been doing this for a long time.

She cried out again when he slid a second finger into her alongside the first. Oh gods, that stretched her a little, and she whimpered. His fingers were so much thicker than her own.

‘You’re tight,’ he grunted, with satisfaction, she thought. ‘You’ll feel good around my dick.’

‘You’ll never fit,’ Lucy wailed, still rather horrified at the thought of his large member, stiffer if possible than it had been before, still satisfying thick and hard in her hands.

‘I will,’ Miles chuckled, clearly finding her amusing. He met her eyes, teasing, before gently kissing her on her lips. ‘I’m stronger than you,’ he winked at her, and Lucy shivered with a sudden frisson of anticipation. ‘You’re nice and wet, and you’ll stretch,’ he kissed her again. ‘Don’t worry,’ he winked, as he kept working magic across her clit, ‘You were made for this. And I’ve done it before. When I place myself at your entrance and push hard, I’ll get inside you.’

‘You…!’ Lucy gasped, meeting his eyes with mock anger in her own. ‘You’re… so…’ The trouble was that his words were turning her on so badly and she rather thought he knew that too, which embarrassed her even more.

‘Capable?’ Miles asked, winking at her again. ‘Big and hard and ready to fuck you?’

‘Frustrating,’ Lucy giggled and then she couldn’t stop herself giggling, even as Miles removed his hand from inside her and took hold of her hips to roll her over on the bed with him. When she recovered from her giggling fit — she hoped he wasn’t offended — he was seated against the bedhead and she was kneeling in front of him.

She realised suddenly that she was fully naked and he could see all of her. But — far more shocking — was his member rising obscenely into the air from his groin like an accusing tower.

Lucy gasped, averting her eyes, but Miles growled at her, his hand that was still in her hair directing her face gently but firmly to look at him.

‘Look at me,’ he grunted. ‘I’m ready for you, Lucy darling. You’re going to impale yourself on there.’

‘I can’t!’ Lucy wailed in some confusion. Oh heavens, this was terrible. She had never thought she would have to actually see his member before it was inside her, or in fact ever to be honest. With some misplaced naivety, she had thought there would be a lot of fumbling and then clothes would be pushed apart and then she would feel him sliding into her, filling her.

‘You will,’ Miles grunted, softening the words by letting go of her hair and caressing her cheek and lips. ‘Get astride me. You’re ready too. You know you want this.’

Do I want this? Lucy thought with some confusion but it wasn’t a real question. She wanted it so very badly — both her mind and her body wanted him inside her — she just wished it could have happened already and then her fears would be laid to rest.

‘I’ll be gentle,’ Miles reassured her as she nervously set herself astride him, feeling awkward. It was hard to manoeuvre around him without accidentally touching his member, and then she stuffed up anyway, moaning with embarrassment as she felt his stiff hardness sliding across her inner thigh.

‘I’ll be gentle,’ Miles whispered again, a wicked light in his eyes. ‘Until… I’m not,’ he chuckled and Lucy gasped.

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