Impossible Desires (novella) (3 page)

Gareth scowled at the young man, wondering why such a handsome and
youthful
man had such a prestigious position. Was he Eleanor’s lover?

The butler paled and indicated a door to the right.

“Lady Rossette is expecting you.”

Gareth strode into the room, his breathes coming in pants and his fists clenched on either side of him.

“Gareth.” He heard her voice behind him. Eleanor stood looking at a portrait of herself, arms hanging calmly by her hips.

Turning quickly, he grabbed her by the arm and pushed his aroused body against her back.

“Are you fucking your butler?” he hissed into her ear, blind in his jealousy.

Eleanor pulled out of his grasp and calmly walked the few feet away to the door, shut and locked it with a loud click.

Then she whirled around, walked back to him and slapped him straight across the face.

Gareth’s head flew sideways with the impact, leaving him stunned.

Eleanor stepped closer. “Kiss me.”

Gareth looked back at his Mistress and grabbed her face for a kiss – their first.

He parted her lips instantly, plunging his tongue into the hidden recesses of her mouth. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back with all the passion he could hope for.

Just when Gareth was considering laying her down on the closest flat surface she pulled away from him and moved back to the door. Gareth watched in shock as she unlocked and opened it.

“Tea in five minutes please, Sanders.”

He was so hard he could barely breathe, and yet he watched the woman who had caused it all sit down on the chaise lounge with all the poise and beauty of a queen.

“Please sit, Gareth.”

Eleanor motioned to the chair opposite her. Gareth walked awkwardly over to the chair she indicated, rearranged his cock, and sat down.

“How was your evening?” She quirked an eyebrow.

He stared at her for a moment before he realized she was serious. She really did want to talk and have tea after what they had just experienced.

His cheek throbbed where she had slapped him, and his cock was aching for release.

“I need to use the water closet.” Placing both hands on either side of him, he pushed down. If he could just have three minutes alone he could make his erection disappear.

“No, you may not.”

Gareth blinked and relaxed his arms. Had she just forbidden him from using the necessary?

“Excuse me?”

Eleanor smiled at the young maid that entered, laying out a tray piled with tea, sandwiches, cakes and sweets.

When the servant left, Eleanor turned her steely gaze back to him.

“No, you may not relieve your hard cock. It is your fault for accusing me of sleeping with my butler . You will not touch yourself until I tell you that you may.”

Gareth blinked again. When had he agreed to this arrangement?

“Eleanor…”

“I am not Eleanor at the moment. I am your Mistress and you will address me as such.”

Gareth saw the change in her bearing and couldn’t help the way his heart leapt into his throat.

“Mistress, I want to come.”

The words were out of his mouth before he realized what had happened

Eleanor smiled rather cruelly. “No.”

Then her face cleared and she poured tea into two cups.

“How do you take your tea?”

Gareth didn’t know what he was going to do. He was confused, angry and mightily aroused. How could she stop him from leaving the room with one word? Why must he call her Mistress?

“No milk, two sugars.”

Eleanor smiled and made her tea the same way before handing Gareth his.

“Biscuits?” She offered him the plate of shortbread and Gareth smiled at her.

“I’m allowed to have one?”

Eleanor smiled again. “Of course.”

Gareth took one and bit into it, the sugar and butter melting in his mouth and making him groan.

“I have a proposal for you.”

Gareth swallowed and nodded his head for her to continue.

“I want you to allow us a month to get to know one another – in the bedroom and out of it. I will be totally honest with you at all times and I will expect the same from you. And at the end of the month we will decide whether we to marry or part forever.”

Gareth didn’t know what to say. Could he really take part in something like that? Why would a lady want this type of agreement?

Eleanor could see that she had shocked him, but for her there was no coy approach. She wanted him and Gareth had to know what he was getting when he agreed to have her. She was not being locked into another marriage like her last.

“Why would you ask this of me…Eleanor?” Gareth raised an eyebrow at his use of her name and she smiled. He was learning fast.

She sighed, knowing he deserved an honest explanation.

“My first marriage was not pleasant. My husband was mean, selfish and sexually abusive.”

Eleanor watched the rage creep across Gareth’s face and wanted to smile. From that look she was certain that he wanted to hurt her husband, but how when the man was already dead?

“He harmed you?”

Eleanor shrugged. He had. But that wasn’t an issue anymore.

“He wanted sex often but had no idea of what I needed. When I tried to ask or encourage other things he would hit me or use vile language. If I resisted him, he would hold me down.”

Gareth hissed and stood up. Eleanor watched the muscles in his legs work as he paced up and down her sitting room. He was so delectable she found it hard to concentrate. He was beautiful, powerful and not one tiny bit cruel. Because she had experienced cruelty and she could recognize when it was absent.

Eleanor bit back a laugh when she felt her lower belly clench. She wanted him so much, but it wasn’t yet time to give into her instincts.

“Gareth, it is alright. It was his legal right as my husband and I am fine now. However, I want to remarry. I want a family and I want a man who can accept my need for power and total trust in the bedroom. Do you want that too?”

Gareth’s eyebrows drew together and he collapsed into his chair. Eleanor could see how tired he was. He wasn’t used to the amount of emotions that he was currently experiencing.

“What would that entail exactly?”

She looked down, stifling the joy that threatened to break free. Although the dominant part of her wanted to keep it a secret, she knew knowledge would be key in the trust built between them.

“I want to be called Mistress in the bedroom, but only when we are playing.”

Gareth nodded, “I can do that.”

This next part would be harder for him to agree to, but she knew he would enjoy it. “Also, I would like to tie you up and perhaps use a riding crop on your buttocks. I know it sounds strange, and if you choose not to let me after the first time, I will understand. But I ask for your trust and patience.”

His eyes widened and blood filled his cheeks. She wasn’t sure if he was embarrassed or aroused. He hadn’t yet said no.

“Why me, Eleanor?” Gareth held his hands up in question and shifted closer to her on his chair.

Eleanor wanted to crawl across the table and take him in to her arms. He looked so beautiful, so raw. She would enjoy instructing him.

“Because I have watched you and I know that you would be my perfect husband…”

Eleanor had been interested in Gareth the minute she saw him, then she had paid a Bow Street runner to investigate him. He was squeaky clean. No abused mistresses, a family he looked after, no gambling debts, not even a drinking problem.

It was time to be completely honest with him.

“And if I’m truthful it comes down to the fact that I just want you Gareth. If you’ll have me.”

Gareth’s eyes widened and he took a deep breath.

Eleanor felt as though her heart stopped as she waited for him to absorb everything she had said. She had been honest enough for Gareth to know what he was entering into, but she had a lot more to show him before the month was out.

In a surprise move, Gareth fell to his knees and shuffled the few feet over to her. He bent to kiss her hands and looked up, his eyes fever-bright.

“I would be honored to serve you, Mistress.”

Eleanor felt her pussy clench almost painfully. She could take him this very moment.

“You will give me a month to prove how right we are for each other?”

He stroked her hand reassuringly and Eleanor’s eyes burned with unshed tears. Gareth was the submissive partner and yet he was comforting her. She had never been so touched.

“Then we shall start tomorrow.” Eleanor kissed Gareth’s full lips to seal their bargain, enjoying the touch of his mouth for a moment before standing up and moving away. She had to break the spell he had woven around her. He was
not
the one in control.

“Meet me here at eleven in the morning and we will go riding.”

Gareth jumped to his feet, tugging at his breeches. She loved how aroused he was in her presence.

“On a horse?” He raised a rakish eyebrow.

“Of course. I need a man who can handle a horse.”

Eleanor watched Gareth’s smile light up his face. It was truly bewitching to witness. He took her hand and chastely kissed the knuckles – a gentleman to the bone.

“I will see you tomorrow.”

Eleanor watched him walk to the door before she called out.

“And don’t forget what I said. You may not touch yourself until I tell you that you can.”

Gareth’s face fell so quickly it was almost comical. He opened his mouth to say something, then slammed it shut once he thought better of it.

Eleanor curtsied to her lord of the realm and he bowed in return, before he turned on his heel and walked out her front door.

Gareth awoke the following morning with an erection poking up into his heavy blankets. He was almost certain that if he even moved, he would come instantly. He had experienced the most arousing dream. Eleanor had bent him over a chair and tied his wrists to his ankles. Then she had spanked him until he could bear it no longer, followed by her sucking him until he had exploded into her mouth.

He had awoken shocked by his own imagination. Gareth had to admit that he really did find her need for power in the bedroom arousing. Yesterday, he had mostly agreed to be her submissive out of respect for her past injuries. He hadn’t realized just how much his body wanted to play the role.

He rolled out of bed, and groaned. His bollocks were throbbing. He was so primed it would take only a couple of pulls to shoot his seed.

Something stopped him. Eleanor would know, somehow she would know. And he didn’t want to find out what punishment lay in store for him. What if she decided to give up on him because he couldn’t obey one simple rule?

Gareth walked stiffly over to the washbasin and grabbed the cloth. He plunged it into the cold water and rubbed it over his armpits and genitals.

He hissed at the cold and the touch that had him almost groaning in release.

Gareth took a few deep breaths and began to count in Latin. He concentrated on each number, the sound of it and the way it was spelt.

He pulled the cord for his valet and smiled in triumph when his erection went slowly down. His Mistress would be very happy with him.

*****

Gareth smiled as he almost danced up the steps to Eleanor’s front door.
If they married, would she sell this townhouse? Was it hers to sell? Perhaps letting it out would be better.

Gareth stopped himself in mid thought. Was he considering marriage to her already?

He couldn’t fool himself. Of course he was. Eleanor was beautiful – a gently bred lady, and he hoped everything he wanted in a bedfellow. All the things he had never thought to find in one person.

Gareth reached for the knocker and was surprised again when the door swung open.

Instead of the young butler, Eleanor was there in front of him.

“Ready?” she asked, looking him up and down.

Gareth smiled in greeting and nodded his head.
God, she’s beautiful.
He had yet to see her totally naked, but she had the most beautifully feminine body. Full breasts, a small waist and round hips. Even her rounded arse was tempting him today. He was incredibly randy.

Eleanor walked past him and went straight down the stairs. A footman stood nearby to help her into a large closed carriage.

“I thought we could go riding at a small country house I have. It’s only an hour’s drive from here.”

Gareth smiled in delight. Very few people surprised him, but she had managed to do it again. She hadn’t been joking when she said she wanted to know if he could ride.

“Of course, my lady.” He bowed from the top step.

Eleanor laughed and climbed into the carriage. Gareth raced back down the stairs, followed her in, and shut the door.

Once inside he had a proper look at her. She was wearing a riding habit of the finest materials – it would cost a fortune to outfit her properly. He smiled secretly. Lucky he had a fortune.

“Have you touched yourself since I saw you last?”

Gareth started at the question but recovered quickly and began to open the placket on his pants.

“I need to desperately. My bollocks are so huge and sore I don’t know how I will sit a horse, so no. I have not.”

Eleanor’s eyes swung to where his cock protruded from the opening he had created.

She licked her lips and looked up at him.

Gareth felt himself swell to a complete erection. Would she make him wait longer?

“That’s my good boy,” she purred, reaching out to wrap her hand around him. “You wouldn’t lie to me to escape punishment would you?”

Gareth laughed and groaned, throwing his head back against the velvet covered cushioning.

“You will see for yourself when I come in mere moments.”

Just as suddenly as she had grabbed him, she released him.

“You may not come yet.”

“Eleanor, be fair, please!” Gareth begged, his hands clenching on either side of the plush seat in an effort not to touch himself.

“I am not Eleanor at the moment.”

Gareth swallowed when he heard her voice change. Nothing aroused him more than her Mistress voice.