Pixie Isobella

Lucy 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 ‘slut’ as if it was a compliment…

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 12

[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]

The day passed far too slowly and far too quickly.

Lucy couldn’t stand each minute that kept her away from seeing Miles again. But when she was finally dressing herself for dinner and heading downstairs to where the family always gathered before eating, she was suddenly shy.

Oh gods, she was going to see him again. It was far, far too soon since last night. Would she see what they had done together in his face? Would she be able to hide her feelings from him?

Feeling somewhat nervous, Lucy entered the large parlour.

She needn’t have worried, she realised, after no more than five minutes in Miles’ company. He treated her exactly the same as ever — friendly and respectful, teasing her and talking to her about her interests.

He had winked at her when he took her hand upon his arrival, and she had flushed and smiled to herself at his acknowledgement of what they had experienced together.

Dinner passed as if in a dream.

Afterwards, Lucy had no idea what they had actually talked about. Mrs Edgely had been complaining about some new tenants in the village, but she was always complaining about something. Her good-natured daughters largely ignored her, chatting eagerly with Lucy and her brothers about their plans for the rest of the summer.

All the way through the dinner, Lucy could sense Miles, bare meters away from her — speaking in his calm, gentle voice, so similar to and yet so very different from the teasing note he had used with her the previous night.

They played noisy games after dinner and there was no chance for private speech with him. Far too soon, it was nearing midnight and he was bidding her family good night.

Lucy shook his hand, smiling up at him — hoping desperately he could see everything she wanted to express in her face. It had been lovely to spend the time with him and hellish to not be able to touch him or talk about what they had done together.

With some shock, she felt him pressing a note into her hand, and once he had left, she hurried to find herself the privacy to read it.

Meet me in the lane, dear Lucy. I’ve missed you all day.
~Miles.

Lucy gulped, suddenly feeling desperate to see him. Her clothes felt too tight on her body and her breasts felt too large inside her dress.

An earlier version of Lucy would have been shocked at herself for meeting a man outside in the dark on her own. But she had already gone far beyond that.

Luckily, no-one in her family was paying any attention to her and it was easy enough to whisk herself out of the house, grabbing an old coat to hide her white dress, and flit through the trees, out the side gate and into the shadowy, high-walled lane between her house and Miles’ house.

She knew where he would be — there was an alcove in the lane, a place where someone had placed a seat a long time ago, as if to sit and ponder the sky while waiting for friends.

‘Lucy!’

Miles stepped forward out of the dark, just as she reached the alcove. She gulped, suddenly shy — oh heavens, what must he think of her? — but there was really no need to be shy.

Before she could say ‘Miles’, in a small, shy voice, he had closed his arms around her and pushed her up against the wall, effectively hidden from all prying eyes. Lucy gasped as he kissed her, his lips hard against hers, and demanding. His body was hard against hers as well, and dreamily she realised his cock was also hard, pressed up against her belly.

‘I want you,’ he grunted, lifting his hot lips off hers. ‘I had to sit there, all through dinner, looking at you, and I couldn’t touch you.’

Lucy found herself shivering with sudden relief.

‘Me too,’ she whispered up at him in the darkness.

His face was only just visible but his voice, the feeling of his body reassured her — it was Miles and he was the same man he had been the previous night, the same man he had always been.

‘I was worried you… might have changed your mind,’ she said suddenly, all in a rush, wondering if it was unbearably gauche of her to express her fears like this.

Miles just laughed a short laugh, before kissing her again.

‘Silly Lucy,’ he said, when he could speak again. ‘You are far too delicious for me to change my mind. I’m going to keep wanting you as long as you want me.’

He pressed his body harder against hers, holding her pinned against the wall, and Lucy gasped to feel how big and hard his erection felt through both their clothes.

‘Pull up your skirt,’ Miles ordered her bluntly. ‘I’m going to fuck you. I need you, Lucy.’

Here? Lucy thought wildly. She had not expected to have intercourse in an alleyway — but the space was private enough. It was a dark night and it was late — and no-one ever really used this lane except for Miles.

Feeling somewhat distraught at her own wantonness — what kind of slut let a man actually shaft her in a public laneway of all places? — Lucy started the awkward and complex process of pulling her skirts up around her waist.

The silken fabric was falling over her fingers and she moaned softly as Miles started to help — ruthlessly pulling the long, ruffled skirts high, his hands hard against her legs.

‘Hold them there and get your legs open,’ he grunted, the words an order.

Lucy blushed at the crude order. Things were moving very fast but she also wanted him badly. She had wanted him all evening and it had been purgatory to sit so close to him, unable to touch him or let him touch her. She stepped her legs aside wondering how Miles was going to fuck her — she was shorter than him, after all.

Then she was crying out as she felt his fingers exploring her crotch. He grunted in satisfaction as he felt her crotchless drawers, and then his fingers sank into her wetness, easily locating her entrance and pushing into her.

‘You’re a wet little slut,’ Miles informed her as he fingered her. ‘You’re such a wanton whore, Lucy. Meeting me here, letting me touch you like this. You know my big dick is going into you again, don’t you? Tell me you want me to fuck you right up against this wall.’

‘I…’ Lucy gasped, her words breaking off. ‘I want you…’ she whispered, wanting to wail at how good his fingers felt inside her. ‘I want you to f-fuck me up against this wall,’ she managed eventually, blushing so red hot she thought her face might burst into flames.

‘Slut,’ Miles said with a soft laugh, but the words weren’t unkind.

He took his fingers out of her and Lucy whimpered at the sudden loss — and then she moaned again in anticipation as he loosened the front of his breeches, easily pulling his erection out into the open air.

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