The Inheritance (27 page)

"Master," she
replied. "Yes, I was starving."

"How is your
head?"

"Fine.
Completely clear and I'm wide awake."

"Good. I'm
very glad of it."

She was
embarrassed. Horribly embarrassed, and she quickly looked away and
placed the cake on her plate. Lord Michael sat next to her and
reached for some sandwiches.

"I am more
sorry than I can ever say," she said, her voice a whisper. "I am so
ashamed I cannot even bring myself to look at you."

Lord Michael
took several bites of some food, swallowed some water, then reached
across and took her hand.

"Elizabeth,
yes I am angry at you. You disobeyed me," he began with a depth to
his voice brought about by the lateness of the hour. "But besides
your wilfulness, it is your sweet, generous, trusting nature that
got you in trouble, and that is one of the things about you I hold
most dear."

She felt the
tears threatening - the hot lump in her throat - and took a deep
breath.

"I knew Andrew
Carrington was trouble, but even I underestimated him. That was my
doing, not yours," Lord Michael stated. "Now you must listen to me
Elizabeth. I have much to say."

"Yes, Master,"
she said quietly. "I'm listening."

"The entire
incident was extremely unfortunate and there is much fault to go
around," he began. "I could have insisted you fire him before I
left but I did not. Roy is more than capable and it would have been
an easy transition. I should have seen Carrington for the evil man
that he was, but I did not. James should have been keeping a closer
watch. When he found Carrington having picnics alone, day after
day, he should have challenged him, not waited and doubted his
intentions. So you see Elizabeth, you are guilty of only two
things. First - disobeying my explicit instructions to stay away
from the man, I'm afraid for that you must be punished. Your second
sin, as I said, is your sweetness and trusting nature. While I wish
you were a little more worldly, I would not change this about you
for anything. I must be more protective in future, and I will be I
promise you. And that my dear, is everything I have to say on the
subject."

He was holding
her hand firmly, staring at her with his dark brown eyes, and she
had never loved him more than at that moment.

"Master," she
breathed, "I will never doubt your word again. If you tell me
someone is not to be trusted there will be nothing they can do to
have my trust. I promise to be your loyal and obedient
servant."

Lord Michael
chuckled lightly.

"Of course you
will disobey me. That's in your nature as well. That precious brain
of yours talks you into things and out of things all the time. Does
it not?"

Elizabeth
sighed.

"As always you
are right," she admitted.

"There is only
one thing left for me to say at this moment," he whispered, leaning
forward.

"Yes, my
Lord?"

"I want to
take you to our chamber and rip off your robe and make love to you
until daybreak."

"Oh Master,"
she cried softly, throwing her arms around his neck. "And will you
warm my bottom? Spank me lightly and make me tingle all over?"

"Of course I
will. Quietly now. Put out the candles."

She hurried
around the room dowsing the small, still flames while Lord Michael
gathered up some food in a serviette to take with them. There was
always a supply of water and wine in the chamber which would
suffice to accompany the light snack he was sure they would want in
an hour or two.

In a short
time they were climbing down the stairs into their secret
apartment. It was cool and the room had no fireplace, so after
undressing they huddled together under the bedclothes.

"I just
realized," she said, snuggling closer to him. "You will not have
received the letter that went out to you this morning."

"Hardly," he
replied. "I was galloping across the county to come to your
rescue!" he declared.

She
giggled.

"Yes. And what
a rescue. I wish I could have seen you punch that awful man. You
must have been positively dashing," she sighed.

"Never mind
about that. Was there something in the letter you need to tell me
now?"

"Yes," she
answered, lifting herself up on one elbow. "I came down here every
single night - and I, well - I thought about you and touched myself
but I was never able to have my moment. Sometimes I would feel its
onset but it would never arrive."

"Is that so?
You must be very needy and frustrated," he said, stroking her
back.

"Oh Master,
that feels so good," she sighed, closing her eyes, relishing the
touch of his fingers against her skin.

"Are you
warmer now? Up on your hands and knees; I shall spank your bottom
while I give you a good rogering. That should see you right," he
chuckled, his cock springing to life at just the thought.

Immediately
she rolled away and rose up, arching her back in a most salacious
pose. He ordered her to turn around so her bottom was facing him,
and before kneeling behind her, he propped himself up with the
pillows and began spanking with quick hard slaps, instantly
bringing a rosy blush to her cheeks.

"Master, that
feels so wonderful," she cried.

"I'm sure," he
replied. "You are a naughty little strumpet and you know you need a
good smack on a regular basis," he replied, not breaking his pace
as his hand continued its work.

He slipped two
fingers into her hungry sex, shining with its erotic thirst. She
cried out and thrust back at him, and he allowed her to ride,
watching her salacious gyrations, his cock growing ever bolder. His
other hand kept smacking rhythmically, until she was writhing from
the sting rather than the welcome visitors between her legs.
Kneeling up and positioning himself with his cock at her entrance,
he took hold of her hips and surged forward, impaling her with
force.

He clenched
his teeth. Her depths were hot and wet and delicious. While he had
pleasured himself daily while in London, there was no comparison to
the marvellous manner in which her cunt milked his member.

"Oh fuck me,
Master," she cried, not needing his command to say the lewd
words.

"I most
certainly will, and you must climax as you wish," he said firmly,
knowing his moment was fast approaching.

Accelerating
the rate at which he pumped her pussy, he felt himself taken over
by a surging carnal need. Her bottom was radiating its warmth, and
even in the dim light he could see the red glow, like embers in
their dying minutes.

"Master - it's
upon me - it's upon me," she wailed.

He groaned,
feeling his cock swell, driven to explode by her desperate words. A
thick grip inside her depths suckled his knob and he roared loudly
as his load shot forth.

She ground
against his belly, riding her spasms as they rippled through her
body, one after the other, nights upon nights of furious
frustration finally at their end. Her ecstatic wails mingled with
his groans as their moments of rapturous release joined together,
until the cries from their mutual harmony ceased and Elizabeth
collapsed on her stomach, her Master on top of her.

He lay there,
feeling her soft submissive sweetness, allowing his weight to
envelope her, then rolled on to his back pulling her with him. She
sighed and snuggled, until the chill invited her to reach for the
bedcovers.

"I'm ready for
a little something to eat," he said a few minutes later, and
stepped from the bed. "You, Elizabeth?"

"Mmmm, yes
please," she murmured, filled with her post orgasmic bliss.

Carrying the
serviette filled with sandwiches and cakes, he placed it on the
bed, then moved to the desk to pour them a glass of wine. One glass
which they would share.

"Oh, I don't
think I want anything with alcohol," she said ruefully.

"Ah, yes," he
nodded, and resting his wine goblet on the nightstand, fetched her
some water.

He settled in
next to her and they happily ate their midnight snack, though it
was close to four a.m. When they had finished the last of the cakes
Lord Michael lay down under the covers and pulled her into his
shoulder.

"Happy,
Elizabeth?" he asked, stroking her hair.

"Oh Master, I
am the happiest girl on the earth."

"Well my dear,
I do believe it's time I told you the plans," he began. "This is
private at the moment so don't say a word please, but I will be
offering my house near your family home to James," he told her. "I
suspect he will soon have a bride of his own. And even if he
doesn't he will someday. He needs his own residence and I think it
would suit him down to the ground. If he wishes to buy it, it shall
be his."

"Master that
is simply marvellous," Elizabeth gushed. "He will be so very
happy."

"I will be
making Hanley Hall my residence and we will share ownership. You
don't know this Elizabeth, but I have vast wealth. Much more than
you know. We will be joining our assets and becoming one," he said,
pausing. "As soon as we are married. Do you understand what I'm
telling you?"

Elizabeth was
overjoyed. They were truly becoming united. Finally!

"Married!" she
cried, trying to bolt upright, but unable to do so because of his
firm hold. "Oh Master. That is - that is - oh my - so incredibly
wonderful. And I know Uncle Alfred would be thrilled."

"I'm sure he
is, watching from above," he said, reassuring her. "Now I know you
don't like business matters but you are smarter than you know. It's
important you understand the basics at the very least, and when we
return from our honeymoon you will spend three hours every
afternoon sitting with me in the study and learning about what you
own, the companies I control and what each of them does. Over the
next few months we will be entertaining the managers and directors
of those companies, and I expect you to learn their names, learn
about their families and become familiar with each and every one of
them."

"Oh my
goodness!" Elizabeth exclaimed. "Do you think I can?"

"You will
certainly try," he decreed. "And I have every confidence that you
will succeed. Over the next few weeks I will be traveling back to
my house. Not in London, the house near your father's. I need to
pack up and have things sent here. I expect I will be making three,
perhaps four trips, and will be gone two days at a time. I don't
have to worry about you, do I Elizabeth?" he asked, sternly.

"Oh no,
Master. Not at all."

"The last item
I must discuss with you is something else entirely."

His voice had
changed and Elizabeth waited with bated breath, sensing it was
something important, something outside of normal, everyday
things.

"Do you recall
the two parties I took you to? The party where the women were
dressed in their collars and corsets, and men were their
Masters?"

"Yes, my
Lord," she answered, cautiously.

"I can tell
you this now, since soon we will be married. It is a very old
society. Membership is rigidly controlled," he said, sombrely. "It
is called The Brotherhood Of Loving Dominants, or BOLD. I am one of
the leaders of that society. There were a number of gatherings
besides those I took you to over the last year, but circumstances
did not allow for such celebratory outings," he said, recalling how
distraught she had been after her mother had passed. While they
could enjoy their private time, it was not appropriate that they
should be cavorting at such events.

"Yes. I - uh -
understand," she said, quietly.

"Within that
society there is a small group, made up mostly of fellows like me.
The elders - the directors, but one can only join that group when
one marries. I will be joining, and as my wife you must be
initiated," he said, holding her tightly.

"What - uh -
what does that entail?" she asked, feeling a quickening of her
pulse.

"Quite frankly
I do not know what the initiation itself entails. As I just
mentioned, one can only join when one is married, so even though I
am a leader, I have never attended one of the gatherings. Only
those who decide upon the tests know what they will be and no
advance warning is given," he continued. "That is - except for what
I have already been told I must do to prepare you."

"Oh? And may I
ask about that, at least?" she enquired, feeling more intrigued and
excited with each new piece of information.

"I'm afraid
not, Elizabeth. Not until it's actually happening," he replied,
giving her a squeeze. "But I can tell you we will spend the day
before the initiation at my house where I will refresh your
training. You will need to be perfect and I must be sure you are
ready."

"Oh Master,"
she breathed, feeling a fresh hunger between her legs. "I am
thrilled. I am very nervous to be sure, but thrilled. I cannot
wait!"

"It's very
pleasing to hear you say that my dear. It is an extremely important
night for us both. But that's all I can say. Except...
perhaps..."

"Yes,
Master?"

"I will simply
say this. Do not expect your wedding to be what you might
think."

"Oh? How will
it be different?" she asked, innocently.

"I have
already made it clear I cannot tell you, and you are not to ask me
any further questions," he said firmly. "Needless to say you are
not permitted to discuss this with another living, breathing soul.
Do I make myself clear?"

"Of course,
Master," she said, squeezing him and kissing his chest.

"Look
Elizabeth," he said, his voice lightening. "There is the hint of
light coming through the window above. Dawn is approaching."

"Oh dear. That
means we have to return to our quarters," she sighed.