The Harlot Bride (16 page)

Lord Tazewell smiled. He’d been with enough women to know when he was pleasuring a wench. It was clear his little harlot bride was finding enjoyment before her deflowering was even over. By some instinct, she was pressing back against him, quite lewdly really, and her breathing was coming more rapidly. In another situation he might have paused to provide her with instruction on how to move to increase both their pleasure. But this was neither the time nor place for such niceties. This time was for him: he had waited too long to claim this woman and he intended to take his pleasure hard and fast.

So tightening his grip upon her, Lord Tazewell pulled back and began to use Lucy roughly, smacking against her upraised thighs and buttocks and causing her to squeal and pant. And when he felt an unbearable pleasure rise up in his loins, he pounded into her, a roar rising in his throat, and with a great grunt he spent into her virgin quim, his seed pulsing deep into her.

He clasped her hard against him, waiting for his pulse to slow to something close to normal. He was pleased she did not try to move away. After several moments, he pulled himself carefully from her and used the hem of her petticoat to wipe himself and her. He moved away from her, stepping from the bed to the floor. When his trousers were buttoned, he instructed Lucy to rise so they could take their leave.

She rose unsteadily, and looked at him shyly. Her face was pretty and pink, though whether from the exertions or her upended position he couldn’t say. Perhaps she was simply blushing before the man who had claimed her virginity. Looking around the room, he spied a chamber pot in one corner and suggested she use it. This caused her to blush even more prettily as she cast her eyes in vain for a privacy screen.

“Never mind that,” he said. “Better here in front of me than out on the road in the cold. It’s at least another hour to Gorham Hall, and you’ve had an upset to the system. Pass your water quickly and let us be on our way.”

When she had finished, rising from a mortified squat in the corner, Lord Tazewell unbolted the door and led her down the stairs. Pausing at the counter, he threw down several more coins to keep tongues from wagging and called for a pint of ale. He kept a firm grip on Lucy’s upper arm as he downed it. And when he was finished, feeling refreshed and very much alive, he led his harlot bride out of the tavern of her deflowering.

The driver held the carriage door. Lucy could not look at him, afraid of what she might see in his eyes. She took her seat gratefully and allowed her head to fall against the leather back. A moment later her husband joined her and the door was closed.

When the carriage started up, Lucy closed her eyes, willing the movement to calm her thoughts. Was she really no longer a virgin? The soreness she felt between her thighs told her it must be true. Lucy had little knowledge of relations between men and women, but she suspected her introduction had been far from normal. Still, it had not been entirely unpleasant. And she was at last a properly married woman! Surely, she thought with satisfaction, this would put an end to the indignities she had suffered over the past few months.

Lucy opened her eyes and cast a shy glance at her husband. He seemed less forbidding than usual, so with bated breath, she moved a little closer to him. Carefully she laid her head on his shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t push her away. When he put his arm around her she smiled with satisfaction.

“Do you know, Lucy,” he said in a quiet voice. “I’m convinced it was no accident I went to church that day.”

She looked up, not understanding.

“I first saw you in church,” he explained. “You were there with your aunt and uncle, in a lovely green dress. I was several pews behind, with my sister. Before the service was half over, I had decided to take you as my wife.”

He stroked her arm, giving her a moment to absorb this information.

“And you think it was fate?” she asked in a whisper.

“I do,” he said. “Now rest,” he said, pulling her head back to his shoulder. Lucy closed her eyes and nestled against him gratefully.

She must have dozed off, because the next thing she knew the carriage had stopped. The door to the carriage was open, and she opened her eyes just in time to see Lord Tazewell step out. Turning back, and seeing her awake, he held out his hand.

“Come, Lucy.”

She gathered her things and let him help her out. It felt better to be back at Gorham Hall than she ever would have imagined at the start of the journey, she thought happily, looking towards the great entranceway. After what transpired in the tavern, Lucy knew she would at last be able to start a normal and proper married life, running a household, supporting her husband, and yes, she thought, blushing at the thought, finally sharing his bed.

But just then Lucy noticed an unfamiliar figure standing on the entranceway steps. It was a stern-looking woman in a sober black dress.

“Come along, Lucy,” the woman said. “It’s very late. I shall hold you to an early bedtime, and the sooner you get accustomed to my nursery routine the better it shall go for you.”

“N..nursery!” Lucy stammered out, looking wildly to Lord Tazewell. “But I thought...”

“Psshaw,” Mrs. Manning interrupted. “Your days
and
nights will be spent in the nursery, with me. Now, come along, missy, unless you’d like to go over my knee for a good hard spanking before bed!” And with that, she took Lucy by the ear and pulled her along up the last few stairs. Just before they went through the door, Lucy turned and gave a pleading look to her husband. But she found no assistance there.

Lord Tazewell watched as his bride was led into the house by her governess.

“You will learn, Miss Lucy Farquhar, step by step,” he said, although she was already out of earshot. “And by my hand, and by
her
hand, you will become so much more than you are today.”

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