Pixie Isobella

‘I’m going to fuck you hard,’ Miles said, kissing her. ‘And you’re going to do as I say, aren’t you?’

Determined to find herself a lover, Miss Lucy Randolph decided to make this a summer to remember by seducing her parent’s neighbour, Mr Miles Beaumont… The rakish Mr Beaumont will guide her to heights of depravity and pleasure she had only dreamed about.

Lucy’s Seduction: Chapter 10

[Lucy’s Seduction is a consensual historical BDSM erotica set broadly in a raunchy and apocryphal Edwardian England setting. Lucy’s name is inspired by my love of E.M. Forster’s ‘Room with a view’ and its main character, Lucy Honeychurch. The story is fully fictional and all characters are over 18. Chapter 1 is here]

‘I’m going to fuck you hard,’ Miles grunted, kissing Lucy. ‘And you’re going to do as I say, aren’t you?’

‘Yes, Miles,’ Lucy whispered, wondering at herself for how much she was enjoying his dominance.

‘Good girl,’ he grunted, making her blush, then she felt him lining himself up between her legs, sliding between her labia, seeking her sensitive entrance all over again.

Lucy wailed out loud, unable to believe how loud she was, when Miles pushed himself halfway back into her. Oh gods, she was so sensitive. She was very wet — honestly, she’d had no idea she could even get this wet — but she was also tender, and he was so hard and big.

‘That’s it,’ Miles grunted, shoving hard with his hips and sliding the extra couple of inches into her. ‘Fuck you’re good around me.’

Lucy wailed again, unable to process the sensations and how good and overwhelming they felt. She kept wailing as Miles started to thrust into her, gentle at first, sliding himself in and out of her, all the while grinding down against her, making the most use of her body beneath him.

‘I could have exploded the moment I was inside you,’ he grunted, meeting her eyes with his own, holding her gaze. ‘It’s been hell, holding on. I’m going to be rough, Lucy, but you’ll enjoy it.’

I will? she wanted to ask, but she was shy and her capacity for intelligent speech seemed to have abandoned her anyway. Her body wasn’t particularly unsure about this anyway. He was big and he seemed touch all of her inside, holding her open and invading her in a way that she had not been able to achieve with her own hands and her secret toys.

‘Yes,’ Miles assured her, a smug smile curling the corners of his lips. ‘You’re a born whore, Miss Lucy,’ he said, and Lucy squeaked as she felt herself starting to blush horribly. ‘Wrap your legs around me,’ he advised her. ‘And keep up — I’m not going to slow down for you!’

Lucy squeaked again. Oh dear, he is dominating me so much, and I’m enjoying it, she thought ruefully. She obediently tightened her thighs around Miles’ hips, moaning suddenly to herself as the pressure on her inner thighs increased her arousal, flooding extra pleasure into her.

Miles smirked at her reaction, smugly almost, and then, lowering his lips back to hers, using his grip on her hips for leverage, he started to thrust harder into her.

Miles was big and hard and hungry, and, Lucy thought wildly, he clearly knew how to use her body to his best advantage. He ground hard into her for a while, making her moan helplessly as she grew wetter and wetter, but then he switched tactics, starting to pull out further, only to thrust hard back into her.

Lucy yelped again and again, feeling him through all of her body, embarrassed at how her hips were tilting and her back was arching instinctively to give him as much of her body as possible. Her breasts shook with each stabbing thrust and she knew she was crying out wildly, desperately trying to keep her breath in response to his rough use.

I don’t scream, she remembered saying. And then Miles’ reply. You will scream, I’m going to rip you open, my darling.

She blushed at the memory, knowing that she sounded wanton right now. She sounded as though she was enjoying a man ravishing her, and she knew that to the conservative minded, that was the worst of all.

You’re a born whore, Miss Lucy, Miles had said but she hadn’t detected any malice in his voice, only passion and a smug satisfaction in his enjoyment of her.

He had lifted himself up off her body, no longer kissing her, his hands planted either side of her body, holding himself up. He met her eyes, a look of absurd tenderness in them, and Lucy felt herself melting, her body relaxing even more beneath him.

‘You’re beautiful,’ Miles said, and she whimpered to hear the tone in his voice — no longer deliberately arrogant, simply saying the unvarnished truth.

She moaned again, suddenly unable to believe what she was doing. Not just an illicit meeting with a man, but illicit, forbidden intercourse.

‘You’re the most glorious thing I’ve ever seen,’ Miles said, his voice barely above a whisper. Lucy moaned wordlessly — oh gods, he was embarrassing her, he was naked and inside her, she was spread out beneath him, and he kept saying such pretty things about her.

‘Beg me to cum inside you, Lucy,’ he said, his voice rough. ‘Beg me to empty myself into you. All the way. So that you go home with me still inside you.’

‘Aagh,’ Lucy gasped, suddenly overcome with embarrassment. Oh, heavens. ‘Please,’ she whimpered, marvelling at the sight of Miles above her. She wanted to please him so very much — she didn’t even understand it, she hardly even knew him. ‘Please, Miles,’ she whispered, still shyly embarrassed. ‘Please c-cum inside me,’ she said, wishing she could hide away from him.

But clearly there was no hiding — they were both naked and she was fully available to him. ‘Please… Empty yourself into me,’ she gasped, startled to feel her body clench around him, her thighs still eagerly hugging him, wanting more of him.

‘That’s a good little girl,’ Miles grunted, lowering his head briefly so that his lips grazed her lips. ‘Begging for it,’ he spoke against her mouth. ‘Such a sweet little whore,’ he grunted.

Lucy flushed with further embarrassment, but she didn’t have any time to wallow in it, because Miles had lifted himself back onto his hands. He grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head and holding them down, then he started to fuck her hard, rolling his hips as he pulled himself out and slammed himself back into her, thrusting fiercely into her with his full length.

Lucy gasped, and then heard herself wailing — a sound of sheer, almost-overwhelmed pleasure.

Oh fuck, he was big and hard. Her toys had never been able to achieve anything like this.

Dimly, as Miles pounded himself into her, she realised that she wasn’t going to be satisfied with just one night. She was going to want Miles again and again, over and over, pounding into her just like this.

She was screaming, she realised, and some part of the old Lucy was hotly embarrassed. She had told him that she wouldn’t scream and here she was, crying out again and again, wordlessly, incoherently, as he ripped her open, almost forcing himself against every part of her sensitive pussy and cunt.

Miles groaned deeply, his body stiffening, and Lucy cried out in shock. He was actually cumming inside her, she realised, he was emptying himself just as she had begged him to do.

The moment seemed to last forever. Lucy felt almost as though she had been frozen in time — Miles would be hard inside her forever, his strong body above her, holding her down, and she would feel the hot sensation of his cum spilling into her forever, soaking deep into her wetness.

She knew her eyes and mouth were wide open, and she whimpered as Miles relaxed, lowering himself down onto her body, letting himself rest.

Oh heavens, he was still inside her, and every part of her felt wet and sated.

‘Gods, that was good,’ Miles grunted, letting go of her hands and holding Lucy close beneath him. ‘Fuck,’ he added, seeming to hold her even tighter against him.

I pleased him, Lucy thought wildly. He pleased me and then I pleased him.

He didn’t speak again as he shifted to pull himself out of her, rolling onto his side and pulling her close against him. Lucy cried out, small whimpering cries of pleasure — she was so very tired, she was criminally wet and still… She felt so sated and happy.

‘Have a sleep,’ Miles grunted, pulling the bedspread over her. ‘Sweet little Lucy.’

Lucy moaned as he reached out to lower the light coming from the bedside lamp. Oh heavens, it felt almost even more illicit to be lying naked in his arms, covered in his sweat, his seed planted deep inside her, his body against hers and his strong hand closed around her breast.

‘Sleep,’ Miles spoke, his lips against Lucy’s hair.

His voice was deep and soft and gentle, and Lucy relaxed into it, her eyes closing instinctively as she realised suddenly how tired she was. Somewhat surprised at herself, she took a deeper breath, and then she felt the darkness take her.

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