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Confessions of Lady Prudence
by Madame O

A
melia
, you can’t imagine how fast my heart was pounding as I looked from Christophe to Joshua, and back again. Two beautiful men focused on my pleasure! How often I dreamed of having Broderick and Miles to myself whilst in the Americas. Not that I minded our foursomes, but to have them focused solely on me…such a fantasy!

And now it would become a reality.

“I’d like to eat your sweet pussy,” Christophe said, “while you suck on Joshua’s cock.”

Sounded delightful to me. “Which of you handsome gentlemen would care to help me undress?”

Christophe turned me and unfastened my gown while Joshua faced me and cupped my cheeks.

“If you’ll allow me a kiss, my lady.” He lowered his lips.

Oh, such a kiss, Amelia! Perhaps even better than Christophe. He pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. He tasted of peppermint and tobacco…so enticing! I couldn’t get enough. Meanwhile, Christophe rid me of my gown and corset and then reached under my chemise and wrapped his arms around me, fondling my breasts. Rough fingers pinched first one nipple, and then the other.

I deepened the kiss as Christophe played with my diddeys. My knees grew weak and my cunny grew wet. I broke Joshua’s kiss and took in a breath.

“Please,” I said, “I’ll continue to undress.” I rid myself of the chemise and drawers and stood nude, the two handsome men still fully clothed.

I turned and fidgeted with Joshua’s buckle and trousers, pushing them down past his knees as quickly as I could.

“My, we are in a hurry.” Joshua smiled.

“Oh, she enjoys her pleasure.” Christophe lay down on the floor, still fully clothed. “Come, my lady. Sit on my face so I can taste that sweet quim.”

My pussy dripped in anticipation, Amelia, so wet was I. I squatted over Christophe’s lips, whilst Joshua stood facing me, his hard cock beckoning from a nest of the lightest blond curls.

As I took his swollen member into my mouth, Christophe started working on my cunt. Soon I was writhing over him, grinding against his mouth as I pleasured Joshua with my own.

“Yes, my lady. Take my cock. Take all of me!” Joshua plunged into my mouth, his cock grazing the back of my throat.

And still Christophe ate me, my heart pounding. I was near climax, but I needed a cock so badly.

I pulled away from Joshua and let his cock fall from my mouth. “Please, dear sirs. I need to be fucked. Which one of you will fuck me?”

Christophe was still fully clothed, but Joshua gripped me under my arm and pulled me away from Christophe’s probing tongue. He turned me and set me on my hands and knees, and in an instant, he pushed his thick member into my cunt.

I cried out in pleasure as he pounded me, fucked me, pushed that hard cock into my tight depths. Climax over took me, and I soared to nirvana.

“My lady! My lady!” Joshua cried with one last thrust, and then he pulled out, and his warm cream spurted over my bum and back.

We three fell in a heap together, all of us breathing rapidly.

“Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, good sirs,” said I. “I think next time it is I who shall have a reward for you.”

And now, dear Amelia, I must close…and come up with a suitable reward for the kind sirs who showed me such pleasure.

I remain yours, affectionately,

Prudence

Chapter 6

E
van let out a sigh
. As much as he wanted her, he had to keep his head rational. “It’s one thing to give you pleasure with my mouth, Alexandra,” Evan said. “It’s something else altogether to take your virginity—to ruin you.”

“For goodness’ sake, you’re not taking anything. I’m giving it.”

Lord, she wasn’t helping. He’d had enough women to know that they got as aroused as men did. He had no doubt she wanted this. His fear was for her regret, which would come later. She could not take this back.

“You need to think about this.”

“I’m tired of thinking, Evan. I just want to
do
for once, without considering all the dratted consequences. I want you. I want you to make love to me.”

He wasn’t made of iron! He bent toward her and kissed her. Her mouth was so sweet and inviting, warm and smooth. He could kiss her forever and never grow tired of it, and here they were, both naked, both aroused. Alone in the world…

“Are you sure?” he said against her soft lips.

“Very sure. Take me. Please.”

He thrust into her.

“Oh!” she gasped.

“I’m so sorry. But it’s best to get it done quickly. The pain will subside.”

“Yes, yes, I know. Oh my!”

The urge to withdraw and thrust back in overpowered him. He felt like a wild boar in rut, unable to control his actions, devolving to his very basest instincts.

Yet he held himself still, letting her get used to the fullness. “Tell me when you’re ready, sweet.”

“I’m fine. Truly. I know it’s uncomfortable the first time. I was expecting it.”

Sweat dripped from his brow. He could hold off no longer. He withdrew and plunged back in.

Sweet heaven, she felt like she’d been perfectly cast to hold him, the tightness and suction so exquisite he could have spent with the first thrust. He breathed in deeply, concentrating. When he felt slightly more in control, he pulled out and thrust back in once more.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yes, yes. It doesn’t hurt so much. It just feels…full.”

“Normal.”

“But I craved it so, Evan. Shouldn’t it do more than hurt? Or feel full?”

He chuckled against her smooth neck. “Don’t worry, sweet. It will.” He thrust once more, wincing to keep from losing it. He had to keep going, had to make it good for her.

He kissed her lips lightly and pinched one of her nipples. And another thrust.

She gasped.
Yes, there she goes. She’s starting to feel what it’s truly about.
He withdrew, thrust, withdrew, thrust.

“Oh, yes!” she gasped.

“Good, sweet?”

“Oh, Evan. It’s so…so… When you push down you hit that lovely spot… Oh!”

Hold on, old man. Keep it going. It’s good for her. Make it last.

But as much as he wanted to keep going, he could bear it no longer. He thrust mightily and spent inside her welcoming pussy with a loud groan.

He collapsed atop her but quickly moved. His weight would be too much for her to bear. She was hardly frail, but he was a big man. Though it pained him, he pulled out and slid to the side, lying beside her.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly.”

“No, no,” she sighed. “It was wonderful.”

“No regrets?”

“Not a one. You?”

He smiled. “No man alive would regret that. You’re absolutely lovely.”

He rose, tore off a small piece from one of the linens, and moistened it in rainwater from the slipper tub.

“Here,” he said when he returned, “let me take care of you.”

“Goodness, it’s cold.”

“Yes, I’m sorry about that.” He wiped the small smudges of blood from her. “There. Are you in any pain?”

“Not really. I just feel deliciously used.”

He discarded the rag and lay back down beside her. She curled into his arms and snuggled against his shoulder. He closed his eyes and smiled. He couldn’t remember ever feeling quite so content.


M
y lady
,” Graves said to Sophie. “I’m afraid Lord Evan and Lady Alexandra have not yet arrived in London. I just got word from a wire.”

“Not yet?” Sophie gasped. Now she really was worried. The rain had ended, and who knew what the weather was like in London? Evan surely would have sent a wire ahead to let the caretaker know if they were to be detained any longer.

“Do you wish to send anyone out to look for them?”

“Whom would I send? Lord Brighton and my mother are gone.”

“Some of the servants would be happy to assist.”

Sophie chewed on her lip. “Darkness has fallen.”

“Yes. I suspect they’d wait to start in the morning.”

She nodded, her nerves jumping. “Yes, Graves. Please have them leave at first light.

A
lly walked briskly
toward the informal parlor in the Lybrook mansion. Sophie and Rose were napping, and Lily was gone on her wedding trip. It was nearly teatime, and Ally was famished for a scone with lemon curd. She halted when her mother’s soft voice wafted out the door.

“Yes,” Iris, Ally’s mother, said, “but it’s difficult to tell David everything.”

“You should try,” another voice said. Auntie Lucy—Miss Lucinda Landon, her mother’s best childhood friend.

“It’s so horrid, Lucy,” Iris said. “He might think less of me. The things I let Longarry do…”

“None of this is your fault,” Lucy said.

“You wouldn’t think it if you knew.”

“You can tell me if you’d like. Sometimes it helps to talk. I promise you’ll be no different to me one way or the other.”

“I… I know what my daughters must think of me. They think me weak. And I was. But I did it— I let him do whatever he wanted to me… I was…” She exploded into sobs.

A few moments passed as Iris sniffled and wept.

“What, Iris?”

“H-He, he said if I didn’t succumb, he would turn to the girls. He would r-rape them.”

In the foyer, Ally’s heart leaped into her throat. Her father was evil, but even she hadn’t imagined such…corruption.

Lucy gasped. “My God.”

“I… I couldn’t let that happen.”

“Of course you couldn’t.”

“He had all the power by law. There was nothing… I was so helpless…”

“I know, my dear.”

“And even that wasn’t enough. He beat them badly, Lucy. Ally took the brunt of it. She provoked him. Sophie and I tried talking to her about it, but she was determined. She has such strength, Lucy.”

“Yes, she does. Both of your daughters are lovely. It’s a tribute to you, Iris, that they are so well adjusted despite what you all lived through.”

“I should have done more…”

And then more sobs, muffled.

Sobs Ally had heard many times before…

Alexandra awoke with a jolt.

Not a dream, but a memory of a conversation she’d heard between her mother and Auntie Lucy over a month ago. She calmed her rapid breathing as shame overwhelmed her. In the past, she’d often thought her mother weak for submitting to her father. She’d had no idea that he’d threatened…

Her mother had protected her and Sophie, just like Ally had protected her sister. Ally and her mother were more alike than Ally had ever known.

Once her heart rate returned to normal, she looked around. Darkness had descended. Something odd met her ears. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it until… Silence. The rain had finally stopped!

Her stomach gurgled. She’d gone nearly thirty-six hours without sustenance. She rose, wrapping herself in one of the discarded linens, and drank a dipper of water from the tub. What must the hour be? She had no idea. Evan breathed softly on the bed. She hated to wake him up. Where might his pocket watch be? She checked his garments. Nothing.

Well, what did it matter? When the sun rose, they could go for help. Thank goodness.

Evan was probably dying of thirst. She refilled the dipper and brought it to him. “Evan.” She nudged him.

His eyes fluttered open. “Yes, sweet?”

“I brought you some water.”

“You’re an angel.” He sat up and drained the dipper. “How are you feeling?”

“A tad achy, but fine. And I have some wonderful news. The rain has stopped.”

He smiled. “So that’s what sounds strange. Nothing.”

“I had the exact same reaction.” She returned his smile.

“I’ll leave at first light,” he said.


We’ll
leave at first light.” She punched him lightly on his upper arm.

“Very well. We will indeed.”

“I’m so very hungry, Evan. The water was refreshing, but it’s far from enough.”

“I know. We’ll be all right. Now that the rain has stopped, I can go out and look for something to eat.”

“In the dark? All I’d do is worry about you. We don’t have a lantern or torch. How would you see? Plus you said yourself you’ve nothing to kill a rabbit or bird with.”

He sighed. “That is true enough. We’ll have to wait, I guess.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve eaten anything. I feel so weak.”

“You’ll be all right. We have water. That’s the most important thing, and tomorrow we get out of here.”

“Let’s pray the rain doesn’t start up again.”

“Even if it does, we’re leaving. What stopped us was the fog, not the rain.”

She lay down next to him. “Thank you for…”

“No need to thank me. In case you hadn’t noticed, I enjoyed it immensely.” He kissed her upper arm.

“I never even imagined… I mean, I’m hardly innocent. I’ve been reading…
literature
for ages.”

“Literature?” He smiled.

“Well, perhaps not literature in the finest sense…”

“How on earth would such a lovely young lady get her hands on such things?”

She laughed. “Oh, you’d be surprised. My maid, Millicent? She had quite the collection. Mother and Sophie never knew, of course, but she shared it with me. Well, she did after I stumbled upon it and demanded to know where it came from or I would tell Mother. I read about Fanny Hill and Justine. And then there were the papers…”

“You little rascal!”

“I suppose I had my moments. But I had to have something fun to do to exist in that environment.”

His features softened. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“I don’t like to talk about it.” But for some reason, her mouth stayed open, words tumbling out of it to this kind man who had given her such a lovely gift. “When Sophie and I were young, we used to hear Mother crying at night. Father would come home drunk and do God knows what to her.”

“Alexandra…”

“Once, I got up and went to her bedroom. My father was on top of her, and he turned to me and ordered me out or I’d be beaten with a broom handle. I couldn’t have been more than five or six at the time. Sophie was two years older.” The memories crashed into her, the anger, the fear, the hopelessness, the invisible worms crawling over her skin. She brushed them away.

“You don’t have to say any more.”

But she wanted to. She
needed
to. “Do I have your confidence?”

“Of course. Always.”

“She tried to fight back, I found out. I overheard her talking to Auntie Lucy about it after she and your father announced their engagement. My father beat her and told her if she didn’t succumb to his desires, he would turn to Sophie and me.” Tears clogged Ally’s throat. “I’d always thought she had a weak spirit. I was so wrong. I feel terrible about that.”

“My God, your father never—”

“No, no, thank God. What I thought was her weak spirit was her protecting both Sophie and me. The man was horrible. I’ve no doubt he would have raped us if she’d refused him. The beatings were bad enough.”

“My God…”

The sting as the belt hit her bottom. The cane on her shoulders. The slaps and punches to her cheeks and nose. The blood… She winced. “I took more of it than Sophie. He started on her when she began blossoming into a woman. I was nearly as tall as she at that time. She was such a little thing. And so timid. It killed me to see her get beaten and to hear her sobs. So I began deliberately provoking him. And he turned on me.”

“My God. You did that to protect your sister?”

She sniffed. “Yes.” How good it felt to say the words! The pain she’d endured had been nothing compared to the cries of her older sister. They’d cut at her heart like a jackknife. She’d stopped hearing her mother cry after a while. That had been hard enough to bear. But her shy sweet sister? No. She hadn’t been able to take it.

Who knew Evan would be the one she confided in? Just days ago she’d thought of him as a stuffy aristocrat interested only in convention. “I don’t know why I’m telling you all of this.”

He lightly stroked her arm. “Keep going, if you’d like. I’ve nothing better to do than listen. Well, I suppose there’s something, but you need to rest.” He smiled.

She couldn’t help a laugh. “I guess I’ve nothing better to do. And I have to admit, it does feel good to finally talk about it.”

“You’ve never told anyone any of this?”

“Sophie and I never talked about it much. She begged me to stop provoking him, but I couldn’t. If I did, he’d turn on her, and I knew I was the stronger of us.”

“You’ve an amazing strength, Alexandra,” Evan said. “We’ve been here without food for longer than a day, and you’ve hardly complained. You’re not the usual lady of the peerage.”

She shook her head. “That is for sure. Though I’m still looking forward to finally eating.”

“As am I.”

“I wonder how much my mother has told your father about all this.”

Evan cleared his throat. “I know she’s told him some because my father said she’d been through a lot during her time with your father. I can’t tell you how much I wish he were still alive, Alexandra, because if he were, I’d go and kill him with my bare hands.”

Her heart leaped. “He’s not worth the effort, Evan. Believe me, I’m glad he’s gone, though I wouldn’t mind seeing him taking a pummeling from you.”

“Yes, of course. You’ve been free of him for two years, and for that I’m thankful. And I’m beginning to see what my father sees in your mother.”

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