Pixie Isobella

‘You’re a good whore,’ Miles said, rolling Lucy onto her back and kissing her sweetly on her lips.

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 11

[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]

‘Lucy! Are you listening?’

Lucy jumped, startled. It was morning, and the voice was her mother’s voice. The sunlight felt very bright and her clothes seemed to sit oddly on her body. Somehow — even though she was sitting at her parent’s breakfast table, a plate of eggs and ham in front of her — somehow, she still felt as though she was at Miles’ house. In his bed, in his arms, his cock buried inside her.

She flushed at the thought, trying to look as though she was simply embarrassed at having day-dreamed during breakfast.

‘I’m sorry, Mother,’ she said, trying to still her racing heart. ‘I’m… I was day-dreaming. I didn’t mean to.’

‘You’re always dreamy when you’ve been watching the stars,’ her mother replied somewhat indulgently. ‘Did you see some good ones last night, my darling?’

‘Y-yes,’ Lucy said, trying valiantly not to think about the previous night.

Oh heavens. Miles had let her sleep for a long time, and when she had woken, she had still been curled tightly against him. He had grunted with deep satisfaction as he heard her waking, his hands running lazily over her body.

‘You’re a good whore,’ he had said, rolling her onto her back and kissing her sweetly on her lips.

‘I’m not…’ Lucy broke off, overcome by the look of tenderness in his face.

‘You are,’ he had replied flatly — smirking a little, she thought, pleased with himself and pleased with her as well. Pleased that she was there, right there in his bed, naked and full of his cum.

They had lain quietly for a long time, Miles teasing her body. With a mixture of trepidation and excitement, she had felt him growing hard again, and her pulse had raced.

‘I want you again,’ he had grunted into her ear, and Lucy had shivered with excitement. ‘Didn’t you say you needed to look at the stars?’ he had asked, and she had whimpered, not understanding.

‘No… I mean, yes,’ she had said, remembering her lie to her parents. ‘But I… I can make it up,’ she whispered.

‘Hmph,’ Miles had grunted, and Lucy hadn’t understood until he made her climb out of the warm bed and stand up. He physically walked her in front of him across to the window, pulling the curtains open. Then she had heard herself crying out with shock as he pushed her forward and she only just caught herself with her hands on the windowsill.

‘Can you see the stars?’ he had asked, sounding somewhat amused.

‘Y-yes,’ Lucy whispered. She had felt so wanton standing there, bent forward, Miles behind her with his hands on her hips.

‘Good little whore,’ he had grunted. ‘I’m going to fuck you again,’ he informed her, and she moaned — whether in excitement or shock she couldn’t tell.

She moaned again as she felt his hard length probing up and down past her labia — oh gods, she was so tender, and he wanted more? — and then she actually gasped as he found her entrance and pushed halfway into her in one seamless movement.

‘That’s it,’ he had grunted. ‘You’re still wet,’ he had said, sounding satisfied. ‘Watch the stars, Lucy,’ he had ordered her. ‘I’m going to enjoy you back here while you do.’

In the bright light of the morning, Lucy forced the memory away. Oh heavens. She had thought she was wanton before that moment… But being fucked from behind, her breasts swinging in the moonlight, her faced turned up to the stars had felt even more intensely depraved.

Miles had fucked her slowly at first, clearly enjoying her body around him, before speeding up, slamming himself into her again and again, using his hands on her hips to hold her steady for him.

She had screamed again then, she remembered with embarrassment. She had screamed again and again, wailing, unable to believe how much noise she was making — while Miles fucked her hard and came into her again, while she watched the stars, desperately trying to recognise the constellations in her overwhelmed state.

‘There were lots of meteors,’ she said suddenly to her mother, knowing she needed to say something. ‘Shooting stars, you know,’ she added, thinking the words were a bit trite — she had seen shooting stars but had they been real or an artefact of Miles fucking her like that? ‘I made a wish,’ she continued, knowing her family would never ask her what she had wished for.

For this night never to end, she had wished. Well, that one hadn’t come true, of course. For Miles to want her again. For Miles to have enjoyed her as much as she had enjoyed him.

Lucy smiled secretly to herself as she dredged facts out of her brain about shooting stars and the movement of the constellations to explain to her mother. Her womb seemed to keep turning over inside her, again and again. She shivered with simple pleasure — Miles’ seed was inside her, he was still inside her.

He had let her sleep a little after fucking her at the window, and about an hour before dawn, he had woken her and made her dress and return home.

Lucy had fallen into her own bed, falling back to sleep almost immediately, and only coming downstairs for a late breakfast with her mother. Her father and the rest of the household had been up for hours, and she knew she would get teased later for being such a lay abed.

‘What are your plans for today?’ Lucy’s mother asked, and her daughter flushed.

Sit around and remember last night, she thought guiltily. Think about Miles and try to come to terms with the fact that I actually let him fuck me. At last.

‘I might play the piano,’ she said softly, hoping her mother didn’t notice her blush. ‘I’m tired. I came in late, I was enjoying the stars too much,’ she added. ‘It was such a lovely night.’

It wasn’t exactly a lie — she had enjoyed the stars and it had been a lovely night.

She just wanted to curl up in her bed and remember everything. Every glorious moment of Miles undressing her and touching her and actually entering her… Every rough teasing note in his voice, every time he called her his ‘whore’ as if it was a compliment.

‘Well, don’t forget Miles Beaumont is coming to dinner tonight,’ her mother reminded her, and Lucy jumped with a start, hoping her shock at hearing his voice wasn’t evident. ‘And Mrs Edgely is bringing her daughters,’ her mother said with a sigh. ‘She’s a terrible woman but I know you like her girls. We’ll have dinner and try to make it a fun little party,’ her mother smiled at her.

‘Oh yes,’ Lucy said, trying to look pleased. She did like the Misses Edgely at any rate, even if their mother was awful.

Inside Lucy couldn’t actually work out if she was pleased or not. Oh gods, she was going to see Miles again, and tonight. But she was also suddenly scared — what if he had decided he didn’t like her anymore?

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