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

Lucy already knows she will never regret seducing the rakish Miles Beaumont…

Lucy’s Seduction: Chapter 8

[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]

‘I’ll be gentle,’ Miles whispered again, a wicked light in his eyes. ‘Until… I’m not,’ he chuckled and Lucy gasped at the thought of Miles being rough with her.

She was fully astride him now, her knees on either side of his thighs. She felt indecent like this. Her naked breasts were in his face, after all, and from the smirk on his lips, she rather thought he appreciated seeing them naked in the air in front of him.

Lucy moaned as she felt his thumb land back on her clit and she met his eyes in some confusion. Everything felt so good, it was rather overwhelming.

Miles’ hand drifted downwards from her clit and she knew he had taken his shaft in his hand. She watched him, wondering, then he withdrew his hand and showed it to her, his fingers smeared with the precum that was running from him.

Keeping her eyes held still with his, Miles deliberately placed his hand between her opened thighs, and then she felt his fingers sliding through her folds once again, rubbing back and forth, before pushing the fingers into her again for long moment, rubbing his precum onto her.

‘I’m inside you now, darling,’ Miles said and Lucy gasped at the thought of his wetness inside her. ‘No more delays. Get down on me,’ her tormentor smiled at her wickedly. ‘Unless you want to perch up there all night, of course,’ he winked at her.

Lucy blushed, wondering why he had put the impetus for such a scary thing in her hands.

‘Do it, girl!’ Miles snapped, breaking her out of her reverie. He grinned. ‘Or you can force me to ram myself into you, but I warn you that if you make me do the work, I’ll abandon my promise to be gentle.’

‘You…’ Lucy almost giggled again in amused frustration.

‘I mean it,’ Miles said grimly, his hands sliding to her hips and using his strength to force her downwards. Lucy gasped in sudden shock as she felt his member touching her pussy — oh gods, she was naked and he was just down there under her and he was so very big and hard.

Miles was still speaking. ‘Do you want to learn how quickly I can shove myself into you when I want?’ he teased her. ‘If not, I’d obey if I were you.’

She didn’t want that, Lucy decided. Biting her lower lip, not realising how serious it made her look, she forced her hips to lower down against him. She tried to treat it as an exercise — a complex schoolroom task, for example, or that time when she had to help with her mother’s roses and avoid getting stabbed with thorns. It was something she just had to do without thinking too hard what it meant.

‘It’ll be easier once I’m inside you,’ Miles said unhelpfully, and Lucy blushed. ‘Here, ‘ he grinned, ‘let me help.’

Lucy almost wanted to cry out ‘no’ but she knew she would regret it forever if she did. Miles hands on her hips were strong and capable, and she wanted to avert her eyes as he forced her slowly lower, his member feeling hard and immovable against her, but she rather thought Miles would disapprove if she looked away.

Soon — far too soon — she felt him sliding back and forth past her entrance. She was so slippery that he kept sliding past, and then she heard Miles’ grunt of satisfaction when she tilted her hips almost instinctively to catch him against her entrance.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned, his eyes fixed on hers, and then Lucy was crying out in shock because he was pushing down with his hands on her hips, and she was letting him and his thick tip was actually pushing against her entrance.

Lucy had an instant of utter panic, wondering if she wanted him to stop, but she hesitated and then it was too late because Miles was pulling down hard and his thick head was stretching her wider and wider open. He won’t fit, she thought with panic. Oh gods, it’s going to hurt.

But then Miles pulled steadily downwards and she relaxed, letting him move her, and heard herself crying out, gasping and moaning in utter delight as he slid into her. Lucy could feel him inside her — the whole of his thick head was inside her entrance now, and she felt amazing. It certainly wasn’t the sharp ache a friend had once described and she smiled mistily at him, smiling, trying wordlessly to encourage him to continue.

‘That’s it,’ Miles said encouragingly, his breathing hoarse with his own desire — and, Lucy guessed, with the effort it took him not to go faster. Her guess was proved right when his eyes closed a moment later, his whole face stiffening. ‘Damn,’ he groaned, his hands tightening on her hips. ‘Damn, you feel good. You’re so stiff and tight around me, and I want to just ravage you.’

‘Yes,’ Lucy said, shocking herself suddenly. ‘Please,’ she groaned. ‘I’m… I’m sick of waiting too, Miles. You…’ she gasped, her own need overwhelming her, alongside the intensity of what she was doing. ‘You can be rough. Please, Miles. You… I… I already know it’s not going to hurt,’ she added, feeling as though she had just set herself on a long and terrifying path downhill. ‘It feels… amazing,’ she whispered, embarrassed.

‘You’ll regret that,’ Miles chuckled with a whisper of the sangfroid he had shown to her all evening. Then Lucy was crying out because his hands were tightening on her hips again and he was physically sliding her down and up on him, running his thick head in and almost out of her again and again, shocking her at how easily he could just use her entrance now that it was available to him.

Each time he pushed down, he pushed her lower, and Lucy moaned at the feeling of his stiff rod — honestly, he was so hard that he felt like he was made out of wood — sliding deeper and deeper into her.

‘Grind yourself on me,’ Miles ordered and — embarrassed as she was — Lucy obeyed, rocking her hips back and forth as she slid up and down, noting with some detachment that she was now inadvertently helping him gradually slide deeper into her.

I’m a whore, she thought with the same detachment but she couldn’t be sad about it because every part of her body just felt too good.

‘Fuck, Miles groaned, his eyes almost shut, his hands hard on her hips but oddly gentle at the same time. ‘Fuck, you’re good, Miss Lucy,’ he moaned, tightening his grip and using his hips to momentarily rock himself deeper up inside her.

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