An Improper Seduction (9 page)

Angeline gasped, twitched, moaned, strained at her bindings trying to reach for him. “Geoffrey, let me go so I can hold you,” she begged.

“No, Angeline, I will lavish all my attention on you. You must lay back and take it all, for you have no other alternative.” Then he turned to the other breast to renew his attentions.

She arched her back up to him, “Geoffrey,” she moaned, “how could you?”

“Angeline, I have hardly scratched the surface of all the things I wish to do to your body to bring you, and myself, pleasure. Be an angel, take all you can get, while you can get it.”

“Will you stop then, Geoffrey? Will there be some time you will not take me?” she queried hesitantly, afraid to hear the answer as her body ached to feel him touch her, to take her.

“I need a wife, Angeline, and an heir. I must marry to fulfill my duty to the title. You know that,” he quietly responded. “But that is nothing we need to discuss at the present moment.” He returned to her breasts, squeezing them, licking them, taunting them with his teeth. Her gasps told him she was aroused and aching for him while his body told him he was more than ready to take her. He stood to remove his pants, then he straddled her shoulders displaying his marble-hard member right before her eyes.

“I think it is time for more champagne, Angeline.” He poured the liquid over his sex, the overflow dripping onto her lips and cheeks. Then he took his hand and bent it down saying, “Take me in your mouth, Angeline. Suck on me.”

Angeline’s eyes grew wide in astonishment but Geoffrey continued to rub his sex against her lips. Finally, she opened them and he slid his sex between them. “Oh, Angeline,” he groaned as he felt the heated wetness of her mouth. “You feel so good. Yes. Lick me. Suck on me. Angeline. I swear it is hard to believe you are so new to this game. You could be a courtesan of great repute in London. Yes, Angeline.”

Angeline responded to his rhythm. She sucked and licked and laved his member, feeding the tension growing inside of him. Suddenly he withdrew. “No!” she cried out. “Not yet! Don’t leave me!”

“Ah, my sweet, there are other places I wish to fill you!” Geoffrey answered as he drizzled the last of the champagne over her breasts and followed the trail with his tongue. He could not believe how close she had brought him to losing his self-control. In fact, it seemed he was constantly on the brink of losing his mastery when he was near her.

Again he suckled her nipples, but as he heated her with his mouth he penetrated her with his sex. Straight and hard he thrust into her, letting go of a moan that spoke to the magnitude of his need and satisfaction. Tonight she was his. He had her tied and she could not get away. She was his to do whatever he pleased, whatever she pleased . . .

As he entered her, Angeline trembled. He felt so good inside her, so right. She struggled against her bonds but they gave not one inch. She arched her hips up to meet his and moaned as he moved deeply inside her. “Geoffrey,” she whispered, “Geoffrey!”

“Can you take more of me, my angel?” he queried, then started thrusting fast and deep as she gasped and her body clamped tightly around his. “Is this enough?” He moved harder and deeper.

“Yes!” she screamed as the thrill of him filled her being and she gasped for air that would not come. “Yes!” she groaned as her body released its tension, shaking, quaking, fracturing beneath him.

Geoffrey was lost. Angeline’s passion drew him like a magnet, demanding all he could give while she gave back all that he could take. He, too, relented by no choice of his own, filling her with his seed, sapping him of his need.

When the cataclysm was over, he held himself above her while he gently kissed her lips, nuzzled her neck, licked the shell of her ear. “Did you like that, my Angeline? Your body tells me you did. You are so passionate, Angeline. How did you hide it all of these years?”

Angeline was barely starting to catch her breath. Her heart still beating wildly, she turned her flushed face away from him, embarrassed to show him her positive reaction.

“You can’t hide it from your lover, Angeline. I can tell how your body automatically responds to me. You love it when I slide my cock inside your cunt. Don’t you?”

“Geoffrey! You should not use such words in the presence of a lady. It is not proper!”

“You are not a lady right now, my angel. You are my lover. And those words arouse you. I can tell by the flush in your face. They give you a picture in your mind, don’t they? They arouse memories of our coupling. Yes?”

“Geoffrey!” She wiggled under him, trying to rid herself of his weight.

“Oh! Now look at what you’ve done! You’ve wakened the devil again and I will have to take you one more time,” he told her as his sex hardened. With no further hesitation, he slid back into her. “There I am. My cock is deep inside your cunt once again. Can you feel me, Angeline?” He moved blatantly inside her, thrusting at different angles and different depths.

“You cad! Get off of me!”

“Angeline, your body betrays you! Your hips come up to meet me even as your lips seek to deny me! And I have you tied. You can do naught but take me when I wish. And I wish again, now!” He placed his lips upon hers and kissed her. His tongue teased its way into her mouth, then he started a rhythm of thrusting into her body as he did her mouth, only to feel the tension between them quickly rise again. “Try to tell me you don’t want me, Angeline. Try to tell me I do not feel good deep inside you. I know it’s a lie.”

Angeline was climaxing again, her whole body taut, aching, needing, reaching for that indefinable something that would push her over the edge. Gasping for breath once again, her lips occupied by his, she thrust her hips up wildly to meet his.

“That’s it, Angeline. Sink my cock deep inside your cunt. Take all of me!” he groaned.

That was it. The words. Those tantalizing, forbidden words. The images they invoked. The feelings they imparted. His cock deep inside of her cunt. Yes. That was it! Her mind blurred as she cascaded over the edge again; her body felt as if it would break apart as she surely had no control over it. Her body taking in all of his and feeling his climax as he lay on top of her, inside of her. “Yes!” she screamed as their union was complete.

Geoffrey lay next to her for some time listening to her breathing as it quieted, stroking her body with strong, gentle hands. Still he did not untie her. “I think I like having you tied up, Angeline. It is an incredible feeling of power. Imagine being the man who could subdue a wildcat such as you. No man has tamed you before, has he, my angel? No, of course not. You would never have let them get so close to even try. But I have done it. At least for a few moments.” Geoffrey continued to stroke her while he nuzzled her neck and ears and placed chaste kisses upon her lips.

“Geoffrey, you have used me too much. I shall not be able to walk, much less return to my bedchamber,” Angeline stated in quiet reproach.

“But you are still tied, Angeline. I am not done with you yet.”

“No! You cannot possibly take me again.”

“And I shall have you begging for me, my angel,” Geoffrey crooned as his hand slid down her torso, then rested upon her mons.

“Please, Geoffrey, don’t.”

“Your words are empty, Angeline. Look how your hips move up to my touch,” he told her, then parted the swollen folds delicately to touch the pearl of her passion.

“Oh, Geoffrey. I can’t. I just can’t.”

He ignored her, choosing instead to slide his fingers in and out of her slickness and using the moisture to ease the plying of her aroused sexual member. While his hand was busy with her lower regions, his mouth lavished attention on her lips, neck, jaw line, the crest of her breasts, and finally her nipples. “Look how hard your tits get for me, Angeline. They just beg me to suck on them, nibble on them. How can I resist?” he asked as he took one tight peak in his mouth while gently squeezing the other between forefinger and thumb.

Angeline’s body was on fire once again. She had never known how passion felt, how long it could last, how exciting and exhausting it could be. How could her body take more of this? Why did it not just melt into a puddle and evaporate away? Her groans became deeper, gruffer as her desire mounted yet again.

Sensing her intense arousal, Geoffrey placed himself over her once more, laying his manhood, hard, smooth, and throbbing, against her belly. With his lips next to her ear he whispered, “Tell me what you want, Angeline. I will give you whatever you want. Whatever you need. You only have to ask for it.” His hand and fingers still fondled her, titillated her, teased her, bringing her close to release but not allowing it.

“No, I can’t,” she whispered between gasps for air.

“Yes, you can, my angel. I am right here. I have everything for you. Everything you could want or need at this very moment. Just tell me, sweetheart,” he coaxed.

“Yes, yes, come inside me. Please. Now. Come inside me,” she murmured as she lifted her hips up searching for more, searching for release, struggling still against the bonds that held her hands and feet taut.

“What part of me do you want, Angeline? Where do you want me to put it?” he asked her.

“No, I can’t say it!”

“If you want me, my angel, you must be clear. Tell me what you want and where. I am right here with you. You will not have long to wait,” he whispered as he ran his tongue around the rim of her ear and breathed gently into it, generating all kinds of shivers through her body.

“Please, Geoffrey. Please!”

“Tell me, Angeline. Tell me,” he demanded, rubbing his throbbing sex against her stomach, making sure she knew he was ready, willing, and able to appease her insatiable need.

“Your cock, Geoffrey!” she screamed. “Please. Geoffrey, Please. Put your cock inside my cunt!”

Instantly his raging sex slammed inside her. He had barely thrust himself twice within her than she lost herself again around him. Her hips thrust up to meet his. Her passage tightened to hold him.

Her heightened release and the incredible power he was wielding over her exploded into his brain as Geoffrey, too, lost himself in the mating dance and discharged what little seed his body could still provide her.

It was many moments later before the world was apparent to either of the lovers again. Geoffrey used all of his remaining strength to release Angeline’s hands and feet. Once released, Angeline turned into him as if needing his warmth and protection. Did she feel vulnerable and need reassurance that he was there for her? When his arms embraced her tightly, a satisfied sigh escaped her lips, her trembling body relaxed into his arms, her fears seemed quieted and she drifted off.

Geoffrey lay there holding the fragile flower in his arms. When had he lost total control? How would he ever regain it? God help him if Angeline ever figured out he had lost to her.

Chapter 10

As the sun barely lightened the morning sky, Angus stood before his window in the master bedchamber watching his daughter emerge from the woods on the periphery of the lawn. For three mornings, he had watched the same image flash before his eyes. There was no doubt in his mind, Angeline had been off most of the night trysting. There was no doubt as to whom she was meeting since the unseemly behavior had started shortly after the arrival of the marquess.

After the first morning, Angus had seriously contemplated calling Geoffrey out, but after contemplating the events thoroughly, he thought better of it. Geoffrey had already indicated his interest in marrying his spinster daughter and he was coming regularly to the manse each day to do what propriety dictated in terms of a formal courting. Angeline had met most of his visits with some degree of scorn. She was not taking to the ritual easily. Nor did Angus expect her to.

He finally came to the realization that Geoffrey might be doing the only thing that would actually get Angeline to the altar to take her vows: seduce her, entice her with the intimacy marriage had to offer, make it very clear to her what she would be missing if she continued to lead the life of a spinster.

No, Angus was no longer concerned his daughter had been compromised by the newcomer to the shire. In fact, he thought the man quite wily. He may have come upon the only method to bring Angeline to heel. The plot was set in motion and all he had to do was wait for the day the marquess came to him to ask for her hand. He would gladly give it, as Geoffrey had been the only man of quality so far to come even close to controlling his obstinate daughter.

Angeline fell into bed and slept the sleep of the dead. Her sexual encounters with the marquess sapped her of every ounce of strength she possessed. Yet when her eyes closed, she still dreamt only of him. Originally it was of their lovemaking but now the dreams were getting more serious; she was seeing wedding vows and children. At times, they woke her with an almost nightmarish sense she was losing total control of the situation and her life. She must be careful lest Geoffrey guess her heart was no longer her own.

After six hours of sound rest, Angeline rose to meet what was left of the day. She dressed for company as she was sure, as was his current habit, Geoffrey would show up sometime to pay her official court in front of her father, the servants, and any locals who may happen across his path. She had missed breakfast but she shared luncheon with her father, who spent the entire meal studying her face and chatting about the state of the estate.

No Geoffrey.

She went out to the garden to clip flowers for the rooms of the manor house. Surely he would come to sit with her in the garden on such a pleasant day as this. The sun warm, the air fresh with just a slight breeze, how could he resist a little
tête-à-tête
on one of the more secluded benches of the gardens?

No Geoffrey.

Shortly before teatime, the butler came to the drawing room, where she was reading in a sunny window seat, to announce visitors. She closed her book and rose to greet the sisters Grimm and their niece, Gertrude.

“How nice that you should visit,” Angeline said sincerely. Geoffrey had not called and she welcomed a diversion. She could swear she had read every page three times before she grasped enough to go on to another.

“We pray we are not imposing,” said Miss Prudence. “We so wanted to show Gertrude the manor. I am not sure she has ever been here as a child, but I doubt she would remember it.”

“Of course, I was just reading and a visit is most welcome,” returned Angeline.

“And, we have news,” piped up Gertrude. Her face was radiant with excitement. Had she been a child still, she would have been bouncing up and down with her joy. She could not hold it in any longer. “There will be a ball. Next Friday, a week. We saw Lord Hexford in town today and he told us of it.”

“Well, how exciting,” Angeline waved the ladies over to the settee and chairs. They all moved into the room. Gertrude sat next to her on the settee. “Who is causing all this commotion?”

“Lord Hexford himself, Lady Angeline. Isn’t it wonderful? I can hardly wait. But I have not brought a gown with me so I will surely have to have one made. And in a hurry, too. Do you think the local seamstress can manage it?”

“Now, now, Gertrude. Let us not jump way ahead of ourselves.” Patience was not as excited about the upcoming event as was her niece. Prudence, too, seemed unimpressed.

“Oh, Lady Angeline. Isn’t Lord Hexford wonderful? He is almost as handsome as Lord Colburn, don’t you think? And he has such strong feelings on marriage. I should think he would make some girl a wonderful husband.”

The thought of anyone marrying Hexford curdled Angeline’s stomach. Gertrude had been much too sheltered if she thought such a boor as he could come up to snuff in the marriage game. She bit her tongue so as not to answer in haste.

“Well, Lord Hexford has not quite seen as much of the world and Society as Lord Colburn. I think Lord Colburn is a little more in touch with what is taken for marriage these days. No, I think we may have to spend more effort on Lord Hexford. Would you not agree, Miss Prudence, Miss Patience?”

“Definitely,” the sisters said in unison.

“He must learn to have respect and honor for a woman before he takes her to wife,” put in Miss Prudence.

“And, he must not treat her as mere chattel,” commented Miss Patience, “After all she will be the mother of his children and the mistress of his house.”

“Exactly,” Angeline agreed. Thomas entered with the tea tray and set it on the table before her. She made ready to pour and took instructions as to how each wanted her tea. She served the elder ladies first, as was proper. Since Miss Prudence was the older of the sisters, she handed her a teacup first. “And what say you of this ball, Miss Prudence?”

“Well, I think it will be good to have an assembly soon. There’s been little in the form of excitement and Gertrude is getting most bored. I am not too pleased it is Lord Hexford come to take up the task. But then, beggars cannot be choosers.” Miss Prudence stirred her tea.

Miss Patience took her cup as it was offered. “I do think Gertrude will need a new gown, Lady Angeline. But we are not familiar with the latest fashions in London. We came over so you might share your wisdom.”

“But I have not been in London in an age.”

“We know this is true,” put in Miss Patience. “But we know how you always look and act the lady. We would not want our Gertrude to dress improperly.”

Angeline felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Look and act the lady? If they only knew what Geoffrey had her doing in the middle of the night, the three of them would run screaming from the room and never associate themselves with her again.

“I do have some periodicals from London.” Rising from her seat, Angeline walked to a far table and brought back a magazine of fashions that had arrived just the week before. She handed it to Gertrude who eagerly flipped through the pages. “We do not have a modiste in town. She is truly only a seamstress. But, with the right direction, I do think she can make what we determine.”

“Oh, look at this beautiful blue gown. And the ladies are uncovered. This must be all the rage in London. I must do that, too.”

The faces of the spinster aunts blanched as they perused the images their niece studied. The bodices were either so sheer or not even present, the women’s breasts were visible for all to see.

“I should think not,” exclaimed Miss Prudence in indignance.

“But, Auntie, it’s obviously the rage in London. I want to be in fashion.”

Angeline handed Gertrude her cup and poured her own tea. “Gertrude, you must understand a number of things about the
Ton
and these fashions.”

Gertrude’s attention swung back to her. The pout on her lips softened in hopes Lady Angeline would help her get her way.

“First of all, these images are always designed to be extreme. After all, the designers want to catch your eye and have you come to their shop. But the finer ladies of the
Ton
would never be so indiscreet. After all, they have their reputations to uphold.”

“But they look so new and exciting, Lady Angeline. I do not want to look like I am already out of date when I have never even started. And then the young men will look at other girls and not me.” Gertrude’s pout returned in full force.

“Gertrude, my dear,” Angeline leaned over and placed a hand on the young miss’s. “Have you ever had a man look at your breasts?”

A brilliant red flush rose to Gertrude’s face and a sigh of relief came from the Sisters Grimm. “Of course not.”

“Well then, imagine being in a crowded ballroom with dozens of men, young and old, who you do not know and your breasts displayed as such so all can see. Do you think you would have a different reaction than that which you just had to my question?”

“Well, no, but . . .” The blush returned.

“And just think,” interrupted Angeline before Gertrude mounted another counterattack, “of the young men you will meet. Do you think any of them would want the breasts of a woman they are considering for marriage to be seen by any of the other men?”

Gertrude, who had been looking away to hide her embarrassment, turned back to look at her hostess. Stunned comprehension passed over her face. “I think I see what you mean, Lady Angeline. Men can be so possessive, can they not? They would not wish to share anything, even something that is just visible, with other males, would they?”

“From my experience,” Angeline consoled, “I would say not. Young men get very possessive when they have taken to a particular young lady. They want her time, they want her attention, and they want to be sure she has not been sullied, in any way, by another. These dresses you see in the plates might be fine as shown for one of the demimonde, but for one such as you, who is looking for a good match, we will have to modify it to be stylish, flattering and reasonably modest. If you like, I will go to the seamstress with you tomorrow and help you pick out fabric and the exact style.”

“Oh, would you, Lady Angeline? I would be so grateful. If we could design something for Lord Hexford’s ball that I could also wear during the Season I would be greatly in your debt.”

“Miss Prudence, Miss Patience, does this meet with your approval?”

“Oh my, yes.” Miss Patience was the first to speak. “We, too, would appreciate your helping the girl out. We wish her not to be far out of fashion, but these gowns are scandalous. Her parents would never forgive us if we let her go out in one such as these.”

“It would be absurd,” put in Miss Prudence.

“Then tomorrow at the shop in the village. Shall we say one o’clock?” asked Angeline.

“Oh, yes, Aunt Patience, Aunt Prudence. Please let’s do,” effused Gertrude.

“As you wish, niece. Tomorrow at one, then,” confirmed Prudence as Patience nodded her agreement.

The rest of the afternoon passed with discussions of the local gossip and further preparation for the impending ball. When the three left, they were all elated with the results of the visit, the sisters most effusive about the guidance she had given their niece on the matter of an appropriate gown.

Angeline enjoyed the visit, but as she turned her back to lean against the front door, she lamented.

No Geoffrey.

Dinner came and went without the presence of the marquess being felt. Not even a note arrived to explain his absence. It took all of the self-control she possessed not to show her disappointment, her agitation, her anger, that Geoffrey had not appeared.

Later that evening, in her bedchamber, she mused about the activities of the prior night. Her body became heated. Geoffrey had taken her not once, but three times. He had her begging for him, begging for more of him. Her face flushed from the thoughts of how wanton she had been.

But he had been just as aroused as she. He had lost no time in each of their matings. He had not restrained his climax. It suddenly dawned on her he had not been able to contain himself, control himself. He had wanted her as desperately as she had wanted him. He had lost control. She was not alone in the need for the intimacy they were sharing. Geoffrey, too, had as much need of her as she had for him.

At last. She was no longer powerless, no longer a pawn in the game. He wanted her, but he needed her, too. The knowledge would do her well in the future, the very near future.

With haste, she prepared herself and escaped from the manse without a sound. Shortly thereafter, she arrived at the cottage just before midnight to find the windows dark, the hearth cold.

Yes, Geoffrey was fighting this, fighting it to the end. She herself had been down this route and lost. Would he prove stronger than she had been? Would he be able to refrain from seeking her sexual favors this night? Any night?

With feminine optimism she prepared the room. Lamps were lit. The hearth came ablaze with heat. Then she disrobed, laying all of her clothing neatly over a chair. Moments later, she was sprawled upon the bed in the most seductive pose she could think of. Her back was to the door, her derrière exposed fully to view. She was twisted at the waist looking over her shoulder, her breast just visible. She had barely set her position when her question was answered.

The door slammed against the wall as Geoffrey exploded into the room in a fine fit of temper. As the door came back to him, he slammed it shut behind him.

“Angeline!” he roared as his eyes fell upon her, stopping him in his tracks.

“Yes, my lord?” crooned Angeline seductively.

Geoffrey stood there momentarily speechless, his eyes roving over the sensuous sight presented him. His already aroused manhood started to throb hotly within his trousers, his mouth became dry, his breathing became harsh. Then she moved . . .

Angeline, evidently sensing her tenuous advantage, pulled her legs up beneath her and presented her backside fully to the eyes of her lover. “Angeline . . .” groaned Geoffrey noticing the glistening dewdrops of her honey clinging to the fine hairs surrounding her enticing entrance. He strode across the small chamber while unbuttoning his britches. In one instant he had loosed his flagrant manhood and knelt behind her upon the bed. With no further ceremony, he slid his throbbing cock into her slick slit. Grabbing her hips with both hands, he thrust deeply into her. “Angeline,” he whispered reverently. He thrust again. “Angeline,” he groaned as his body tensed all over. “Angeline!” he roared with his third thrust as his need overtook his control and he poured his seed into her, pushing deeply, holding her hips prisoner against his.