Two Notorious Dukes (9 page)

Elizabeth was dozing in the shade of the oak tree
near the lake. Because of the excessive heat, she had
reduced her clothing to just her chemise and dress. In
the winter she wore the short stays and petticoats, but
it was too hot for all those garments in a very sultry
August heat.

She started to dream. She could see Robert,
laughing and throwing his son into the lake and she was
sat on the dock with their daughter, who looked exactly
like Amelia. She felt contented. Robert waved at her
and she waved back. And then Edward called and she
turned her head and Edward was bearing down on her
in fury, brandishing his riding crop and shouting at her.
Calling her an ungrateful whore as he struck her face
with his fist and knocked her off the stool she’d been sat
on. She screamed and begged for help, but Robert and
the children faded away and her world became pain as
Edward rained the blows on her body.

Robert was sat on the terrace reading the local
broad sheet, when he heard her scream. Verity was
immediately on her feet. ‘Robert! Go and find her at
once!’ she ordered, but it was unnecessary as Robert
was already at the edge of the terrace and heading for
the lake.

She was wearing a soft pink muslin dress and he
didn’t have any trouble spotting her under the oak tree.
He ran up to her and crouched down. Gently he touched
her shoulder. ‘Elizabeth?’ he called and shook it more
firmly. ‘Elizabeth!’ She screamed again. ‘Elizabeth, I’m
here!’ he said comfortingly and manoeuvred her onto
his lap. He pulled her head onto his shoulder, wrapped
his arms tightly around her petit frame and rocked her
like a child, gentling her as he stroked her hair.
Eventually she subsided and was quiet. He rested his
back against the tree, stretched his legs out and just
held her in his arms and waited for her to wake up
naturally.

He was quite content, watching the ducks and
geese on the lake with such a beautiful woman in his
lap. He looked down to study her face and was
surprised to see her watching him. ‘Hello.’ He said
simply.

He smiled gently and nodded. ‘The ducks didn’t
arrive until after you’d stopped.’ And he nodded
towards the lake. She turned her head and watched the
ducks swimming and gambolling about in the water. The
geese were stood in the shallows washing themselves
by using their wings to cascade water over their backs.
‘I’ve never watched a goose wash before.’ She said
softly, putting her hand on his injured shoulder and
pulling herself upright. He gasped as the pain shot
through his shoulder from the top of his arm to his neck.
‘I’m so sorry. I forgot about that.’ She said and gently
stroked the top of his shoulder. He started moaning,
leaned his head back against the tree and closed his
eyes. She screwed her body sideways, so her knee was
resting on his diaphragm, and she started to massage
his shoulder properly. She knew roughly where the
indentation was, so she rubbed firmly all around it.
‘How did you get it? Copenhagen?’ she asked gently.

‘What makes you think it wasn’t duelling?’ he
asked and opened his eyes.
She smiled. ‘It’s too deep to be a pistol shot.
That was done with a musket or rifle.’
‘It was a musket. We were trying to wrap
Copenhagen up for a siege.’ He shook his head and
closed his eyes again. ‘Their soldiers had no idea how to
fight the troops that we had. Our soldiers had just come
back from India and of course, the Danish are a
peaceful people. When you walk through the streets of
Copenhagen there is no sewage in the gutters, the
streets are clean, the people are well dressed and work
is the focal point of everyone’s day.’ He said distantly as
she continued to massage his chest. She had
unbuttoned his jacket, loosened his cravat and opened
his shirt. She found it intensely erotic to be rubbing his
bare chest and shoulder and she had a deep rooted
desire to bury her face in his chest hair and breath
deeply of his aroma. ‘They had mortars, rather than
field guns or large cannon. My company had to hold the
line while the skirmishers dealt with the gunners and
while we were waiting the order came to move forward,
so we did and then I was hit.’ He opened his eyes and
looked at his shoulder. ‘It was as if I’d been kicked by a
horse. Burke came back for me as I lay screaming on the
grass. He picked me up and took me to the surgeons,
who spent the next hour digging around in my shoulder
for all the bits!’
‘Is that why you scream when you’re dreaming
about it?’ she asked suddenly and made him jump. He
nodded and looked into her Madonna’s face and
wanted to kiss those heart shaped lips. She gently put
her fingertip on the dimple on his chin and smiled coyly.
‘I’ve wanted to do that all day.’ She whispered and
looked into his azure eyes again.
‘Elizabeth.’ He whispered as he pulled her face
to his and gently he kissed her, as if he was tasting her
lips. Being a widow, rather than a virgin, Elizabeth
opened her lips and kissed him right back and they
gradually engulfed each other in a long passionate kiss.
The way she was sitting she could feel his manhood
swelling against her thigh and it made her moan as she
dropped her hand onto it, making him jump. He jerked
his lips away from her and she smiled at him.
‘What?’ she asked coyly again.
‘You surprised me, that’s all.’
‘Don’t all your other women handle you?’ she
asked impertinently.
‘Not really.’ He murmured and caressed her
cheek with his nose.
‘I know all about sex, Robert.’ She said calmly.
‘You do realise I’m not a virgin.’
‘Yes. I know.’ He said and kissed her again. He
shoved his hands in her armpits, lifting her to her feet,
pushed her skirts up to her knees and pulled her down
to straddle his lap. He kissed her passionately wrapping
his arms tightly about her frail body. His tongue began
to explore her mouth, the way he wanted his manhood
to explore her passage. He erotically stroked his tongue
in and out of her mouth, making her moan and writhe.
Suddenly she didn‘t seem so small, he pulled her up on
her knees and his fingers started stroking the backs of
her thighs. It was so erotic she shuddered, especially
when he traced his fingertips around the top of her
thighs, under her buttocks, until his hands were flat on
the back of her legs and his fingers were between her
thighs. ‘Oh! God!’ burst from her lips as he removed his
mouth and he smiled as his fingers touched her,
stroking softly at the lips of her sex. ‘Yes!’ she gasped .
‘Oh! God! Yes! Robert, it’s been so long!’
Robert had no intention of making love to her
under the oak tree,
but I could maybe give her an
orgasm or two
he thought lasciviously.
He gently prised her lips apart and stroked his
long fingers along the silky interior, from back to front.
She moaned again and jerked as his fingertip slid over
her clitoris. He was astonished at how wet she was, it
was pouring out of her. He delicately teased her until
her first orgasm exploded and her body shook with the
intensity. He quickly laid her on her back, pushing her
skirts up around her waist and buried his face between
her thighs. He sucked and licked at her as her body
writhed and she orgasmed again almost immediately
and clutched her hands in his hair. ‘Oh!’ she gasped and
continued to grunt as her sex pulsed. ‘Oh! God! It’s
fantastic!’ she groaned as she lifted her hips for more.
He kept her coming until she was so sensitive he
couldn’t touch her and her legs were crushing his skull.
He finally removed his tongue with one final slow lick
and she jerked. He pushed her knees together and
pulled her skirts down again. Laying beside her, propped
on his elbow he stared down into an ecstatic face.
‘Thank you!’ she gasped. ‘I’d almost forgotten what it
was like!’
‘Was it that good?’ he asked so softly. She stared
up into his face and nodded.
‘It was wonderful.’ She mumbled against his lips
as he kissed her softly.
‘I think anything else should be done in private,
not under the oak tree by the lake.’ He murmured in
between kisses.
‘And when do you intend to seduce me
properly.’ She asked with a smile.
‘Well, I was thinking about after dinner or
tonight.’ He said and smiled, ‘your choice of course.’
She nodded. ‘And where do intend for this illicit
joining to take place?’
‘My room or yours?’ he asked and she actually
giggled.
‘You’re despicable!’ she said and sat up. ‘Do you
think that because I’ve let you have your face between
my thighs that you can just climb into my bed?’
‘Not if you don’t want me to.’ He said and lay on
his back with his hands behind his head.
She screwed her body around and looked down
at him. ‘There it is!’ she said suddenly. He opened his
eyes and looked at her quizzically. ‘The arrogant rake!’
She stood up suddenly and brushed her skirts down. ‘Its
alright Robert Bosworth. I don’t intend to be your next
conquest. But thank you for the taster.’ She said tartly
and walked away towards the house.
Taster?
He thought in shock as it dawned on him
she was actually walking away. He thought about what
she’s said.
Am I just an arrogant rake? I suppose if I
want her to take my suit seriously, I shouldn’t have given
her an oral under the oak tree. Its a pity, she really
tasted quite good and she’s the only girl I’ve felt like
having oral sex with for a very long time!

Elizabeth arrived back on the terrace, just as
Sarah and Argyll got back from their ride and Mrs.
Simmons brought out tea.

Elizabeth smiled brightly. ‘I left him on his back
under the oak tree thinking about what he really is and
what he really wants!’

‘The devil you did!’ Argyll exploded. ‘Did you
actually call him a rake?’
‘I did. I called him an arrogant rake, actually.’ She
smiled as she accepted tea from Lady Verity.
‘If he asked you to marry him, would you?’ Lady
Verity asked.
‘He won’t do that until he’s sorted through his
emotions. At the moment he can’t decide whether he
loves me or not!’
‘How do you know that?’ Argyll asked.
She gave him a stern look. ‘I’m not a wilting
violet, no matter how many nightmares I have and I was
an experienced wife.’ She shook her head. ‘It’s written
all over his face!’
‘Have you proposed yet?’ Verity asked brightly
and Sarah squirmed. Robert slinked onto the terrace
and she handed him a cup of tea.
‘Sort of.’ Argyll said and looked at Sarah
appraisingly. ‘But she hasn’t given me an answer yet.’
‘Good.’ Elizabeth looked at Sarah. ‘Don’t rush a
decision. You have the choice, so make it because you
want it, not because you’re grateful. There is nothing in
this world worse than a loveless marriage.’
‘Do you speak from experience, then?’ Robert
asked and was disconcerted by the look of horror on her
face.
‘Yes. I speak from experience.’ She said hollowly.
‘There is nothing worse than a loveless marriage.’
Tea passed without effort and the five of them
spent the evening playing whist and faro until dinner
and then it was the men’s turn to entertain. Elizabeth
was surprised that Robert had a fine singing voice and
Argyll played the piano very well.
The ladies retired to bed at about ten o’clock
leaving Argyll and Robert to their cards and brandy.
‘Robbie?’ Robert looked up at his friend. ‘Do
yourself a favour, don’t just fuck her.’
‘Who?’ he asked trying to be innocent.
‘Elizabeth. She’s worth so much more.’
‘I know.’ He said hollowly, ‘But I don’t think she’s
really interested in me.’
‘What makes you say that?’ Argyll asked
determinedly.
‘She called me an arrogant rake this afternoon.’
Robert squirmed and suddenly Argyll knew why she’d
called him a rake.
‘Did you fuck her?’ he demanded.
‘No.’ Robert said shaking his head. ‘But I did
make her orgasm under the oak tree.’ He smiled at the
memory of her.
Argyll smiled. ‘No wonder she called you a rake.’
He sighed. ‘Robbie you’re supposed to court them first.
Not go straight to bed.’
‘It’s not as if she’s a virgin!’ he said indignantly.
‘That’s not the point though. A rake is always a
rake until he chooses to marry, did you ask her?’ Robert
shook his head. ‘So she doesn’t want to be another
conquest that you love and leave when you’re finished
with her, like Abigail Beresford.’
‘What have you heard?’ Robert asked warily.
‘I saw Rathbone a week ago and she’s with child
and trying to skewer him for the money, but he knows
you were there before him.’
‘Randolph was there before me and Cranwell
and Farrington have been doing her at the same time. I
told her if its dark haired I might think about helping
her, but I’m not paying for Randolph’s bastard.’
‘What did she want?’ Argyll asked softly.
‘Marriage!’ Robert spat. ‘And I won’t be
suckered in like that. She came to me first because I’m
the richest and a Duke.’ He slopped more brandy in his
glass. ‘I told her to go to the country and wait for her
husband to come home, but I doubt she’ll do that.’ He
sighed deeply, ‘she’ll hang around until the season
starts and then she’ll turn up at every ball and soirée to
try and embarrass me into giving her what she wants.’
Robert refilled his glass.
‘Now how do you feel about Elizabeth?’ Argyll
asked.
‘I like her.’ Robert said softly. ‘Beside the fact
she tastes good; she’s brave and knows her own mind.’
‘Can you see yourself with her for the next thirty
years or more?’ Argyll asked an age old question.
Robert actually thought about it, before making
the usual snap reply of nothing is forever. ‘Yes, I
probably could. I know I would love to see her with my
children.’
‘Give it some effort, Robbie and don’t treat her
like your usual whores.’ Argyll said. ‘She’s not like them,
she’s different.’
‘I know!’ Robert spat, affronted to be lectured.
He drained his glass and poured more. ‘I think it’s your
deal!’ he said blithely and the cards continued until
neither of them could see the value of the cards in their
hands. They struggled to help each other up the stairs
and Robert crawled into his bedroom, he managed to
discard his clothes in a heap on the floor and just
dropped naked on the bed.
Elizabeth heard them come to bed. She smiled
indulgently as they tried to shush each other on the
landing. She waited another hour before she slipped out
onto the balcony and went to Robert’s room.
He didn’t realise that he’d awoken a monster.
She was filled with desire and intended all along to
exact satisfaction from him during the night.
But
whether he’ll remember it or not is another matter.
She
thought as she pushed on the French doors. They
opened soundlessly and she crept across the room to
the bed. The moonlight was strong and bathed
everything in a silver sheen, so she could see Robert
lying there without a stitch on. She whipped her
nightgown off and carefully climbed on the bed. She
gently stroked her palm over his flaccid manhood. He
felt so velvety and soft. At the same time she placed her
nose against the centre of his chest and sniffed the
aroma of his body. ‘Mmm! Sandalwood.’ She murmured
as she took his penis in her hand and started to milch
him. He moaned and was disturbed by her attentions,
but his manhood stood up for the attention and she
smiled at its arrogance. Slowly she engulfed him in her
mouth and Robert was suddenly aware he was being
sucked off. He groaned and clasped his hands in her hair
as she sucked gently on the head of his penis, but his
attempt to pull her away was thwarted as her other
hand cradled his testicles, her thumb gently stroking
them as she slid her tongue over the head and down the
outside of his penis and then back up to torment the
head again. He yanked her head away from his groin
and said firmly ‘what do you think you’re doing,
Madam?’ she smiled sweetly at him and kissed him
deeply as she threw her leg over him as if he was a
horse. Taking his throbbing penis in her hand she guided
him into her entrance and slowly she lowered her body
onto him. ‘Oh! God!’ erupted from Robert’s throat and
his hands clutched her thighs in a vice, as she started to
ride him. Her hands were on his chest, rather than his
shoulders and she moved voluptuously. He moaned as
he tried to force a quicker rhythm, but she wouldn’t be
rushed. ‘So hot.’ He murmured and suddenly her
internal muscles were contracting and she felt him spurt
as he climaxed and she sat on him and watched him
shudder and jerk by the moonlight. She could see the
look of ecstasy on his face and was happy.
‘Why?’ he asked softly.
‘Because I wanted to.’ She whispered. ‘And don’t
for one minute think that I’m finished yet. You woke a
ravening beast this afternoon and she wants to be
satisfied!’
‘Then allow me, Madam.’ He said and deftly
rolled her onto her back and lazily slid his manhood out,
before he pushed it back in. She gasped as her vagina
spasmed and he grinned as her body reacted.
That’s the
first time I’ve had that reaction.
He said to himself. He
slowly glided within her, always pulling just out of the
entrance until she was moaning and thrashing. Her body
writhed in ecstasy as Robert worked her to another
climax. As she lifted him with her hips, she grabbed a
pillow and buried her face in it, screaming in delirium as
her body convulsed and Robert pushed in as far as he
could get before he left go of his climax and she could
feel the pulsing of his member as his hot sperm burst
inside her. She grunted with every spasm of her body
and he was actually humbled. Never before had he felt
a woman orgasm so explosively. He rested on the elbow
on his good side and stroked the sweaty hair off her
face. ‘How was that?’ he murmured as he kissed her
softly.
‘Better, but there is definitely more to come.’
She said and smiled at him. ‘How’s your stamina?’ she
asked raising an eyebrow.
He smiled broadly. ‘Grab a hand hold!’ he said
firmly and started to pump her vigorously. Again she
writhed like a snake and she moaned as he demanded
all that her body could give. Eventually she was
convulsing as another climax swept her body and he
kissed her deeply as her internal muscles relaxed again.
He felt the burn as the last of his sperm dribbled out
into her. His penis shrank away from her convulsing sex
and he rolled on his back with a satisfied sigh. He pulled
her body against his flank and murmured. ‘You should
sleep now.’
She lay quiescent beside him, enthralled with
the deep ache that she had so longed for through the
years of her marriage.
Edward didn’t know what he was
doing!
She thought and then she considered the times
they had sex where there was no violence and there
weren’t many. It suddenly came to her notice that
Edward needed violence to become aroused. She
recalled vividly the size of his penis when he was
thrashing her with his horse whip, it was huge and
throbbing. But if she had sucked him off in the middle of
the night, he would barely have got hard enough to
perform. She was satiated and happy with the essence
of Robert sticky on her thighs.
And what will you do if
you get pregnant?
She asked herself.
Finally have the
child that I want. It doesn’t matter if Robert doesn’t
want me; I’ll finally have what I want.
Robert started to snore, from the alcohol still in
his system and the sexual satisfaction that had totally
relaxed his body. She smiled gently, kissed his lips softly
and climbed off the bed. She scrabbled around for her
nightgown, pulled it over her head and slinked down
the balcony to her own room. She carefully washed
herself and then went to sleep fully satisfied for the first
time in her life.