Married by Morning (7 page)

     Stella flounced over to her mother’s side.  “Well, I see you making a perfect idiot out of yourself with that man.  Did you not tell us to behave ourselves?  Are we not to get rid of the chit tonight before the disastrous marriage?”

“My dearest daughter you have no right to tell me what to do.  I have you know that I am a lady and your mother so address me with the proper respect. We will get rid of her, have no doubt but I have not had a suitor in thirty years.” Stella laughed under her hand.  “You are quite taken with him.  I scarce believe it.  In that case you shall have no objections to my flirting with the Duke of Avery.” Abigail rolled her eyes as her daughter swanned over to the man in question.  Stella floated over to the Duke and turned just to his left to stare out the window at the dark.  Her hands rubbed the sides of her arms.  The Duke of Avery stepped apart to her back and whispered. “Are you cold Miss Darby?  I have a lot of heat to give to a certain fiery redhead, I shall not name.”  He blew on her neck and ran a finger down her arm unnoticed by anyone but her.  She shivered and backed into his heat. He scanned the back of her body and smiled.  Her ball gown was black but low across her bosom and her back.  The lace just covered her back to her shoulder blades.  He feasted on her pale creamy skin, his eyes a burning blue flame of hot lust. “I want you, “he whispered into her ear blowing a warm stream of hot breath over her lobe. He clenched his fists as he wanted to pull her toward him. “We must meet later.  I cannot live until I touch you.”  She smiled and turned toward him with an impatient noise, “Your cravat is tied a little crookedly, Your Grace.  I could fix that for you, if you like?”  “Yes, please.”

Stella turned and blew a sweet breath of rose perfume into him as she put her delicate fingers on his neck and pried into his cravat.  Her fluttering digits had Avery’s eye’s fluttering too. He reached down in front of her and untied a ribbon at the apex of her breasts. “Oh, my let me tie this for you Miss Darby.”  His warm hands on the tops of her breast feather light tantalizingly soft made her shivers increase. Her brother saw the closeness of their proximity and started to walk toward them.   “You see my point.  We must meet later to play our games in private. N’est-il pas alor?” “Your Grace, I concede that you want to have your wicked way with me.  I will not concede so easily.”  “At least take a stroll with me into the arboretum.  I promise to behave for just a little while.”  She nodded as her breath caught on his finger dipping just a little too low for comfort.  “Ah hum, Your Grace, I see you and my sister are becoming better acquainted.”  “I was just coming to see you Lord Darby.  Could I have your permission to have this lovely lady show me your famous arboretum?  I would be the perfect gentleman.”  He left his face a complete blank but squeezed the tip of Stella’s breast before turning to her brother.  “I can see no reason for her not to show it to you, unless she is opposed, Stella? Is it agreeable to you?”  “I would be honored to take His Grace on a tour.  This way please, Your Grace.”  He followed her out like a little puppy, his eyes slumberous with passion.  As soon as they took a door into the hall he whispered,” I want my hands on you.” Her step faltered and she turned immediately into an alcove.  She turned to face him and he grabbed her to him crumpling her dress in his clenched fists.  He yanked her satin dress from her shoulders and spread his hands out on her chest and slid slowly down.  She felt the texture of his fingertips on the sensitive flesh of her breasts.  He slid his hands around the creamy globules and pinched the tips hard. Stella sucked in a breath and grabbed his erection and squeezed him hard. His arms lashed around her like iron and his mouth dug into hers.  He kissed her as if he would never stop, as if he could not get enough of the taste of her mouth.   Stella was a tall woman but she went up on her toes to return her touch to his lips and kiss him back just as hard.  Her heightened senses aroused and centered to his body heat.  She felt the heat of him between her legs and her eyes closed.  Her head fell back lost in the sensations.  He stroked his hands over her smooth soft breasts again but caressing her nipples this time with a feathery touch.  He watched her enraptured face.  Her tongue crept out to wet her lips and a tremor shook him with wild abandon and hunger. He grabbed at her chest again as he closed his hands on her brutally. She whispered a reply and he moaned his understanding.  He pulled her dress back into some semblance of order and waggled his brows at her.  They parted and started walking again down the hall to the arboretum.  “I think you will like our arboretum Your Grace.”  “I am sure I will.” He groaned and patted her behind before pinching it in several places.

     Cousin Alfred watched the couple through the window.  He was outside howling at the moon and noticed the heated exchange.  “What a tasty bit that Stella is.  I wouldn’t mind getting a taste of my little cousin.”  He laughed into the night and headed out for his hunt.  He was famished.

     Cousin Driscoll slumped in the corner of the room and watched Lady Constance from under his heavy lids.  He thought her a great replacement for the dried up old Lady Darby.  He would love to suck the blood out of the old woman but it would be more fun if he could sink his teeth into the juicier Lady.

     Connie took Sebastian’s hand into her own and pulled him away from the other guests.  “You must have a great plan strategically in place for it seems to be succeeding splendidly.  I am so very proud of you my love but I do not know if I can wait for you till morning. Please let us meet in my room later?” “I am sure I will find a way to see you later tonight or this morning.  I cannot wait either, my sweet.”  Lord Darby winked at her as his sister took her hand and led her away from him.  “Lady Constance, my sisters want to learn more about you.”

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Chapter Six

     Stella led Avery to her room.  She could not wait any longer to have this man under her control. She shut the door and locked it and turned to look into the disturbing eyes of the man she wanted with a desperate need. Stella was hot and wet and tired of being unsatisfied.  She turned and looked under her unmentionables in her bottom bureau drawer.  They were there.  She grabbed the manacles, scarves, blindfold, lotions and cat of nine tails.  This lord was in for a big surprise.  “Come over to my bed and lay down and we can get started.  His eyes gleamed at her through the darkness.  The top of her head barely touched his chin.  They were now standing so close that she had to tilt her head back to see his face.  With the moonlight glinting off her brilliant red hair he had to reach out and touch it, slivering his hard hands through it. Her high cheekbones and strong lines of her nose and arched brows made her look imperial. Her green eyes grabbed at his soul to capture him and he became enslaved to her will. She kissed him again passionately and twined her tongue with his in a heated dance as she guided him to her bed.  The Duke of Avery fell back onto the mattress laughing at his clumsiness.  She straddled him and took a purple scarf to wrap around his wrist.  He looked at her questioningly as she tied it securely to the bedpost and immediately took his other wrist and did the same.  He smirked at her and thought he could easily break these silk ties with little effort.  “What do you think you are proving with these, sweeting.  I can easily break these in my sleep.”  “Don’t worry, my love about any of this.  It is just a game I play.”  She bent down and kissed him again more aggressively than before and he responded. He wanted to reach out and grab hold of her but could not for the restraints.  He could imagine he was at her mercy.  As she licked his nipples he forgot what he had been thinking. She had the manacles hooked to his hands and locked before he knew it. He turned his head and looked at the manacles questioningly?  “What are you up to my pet?”  “Did I give you permission to speak?” “No, but I was wondering.”  “There is no wondering.  I am your master and you will obey me.  Is that clear?”  “Now, see here Miss Darby.”  “There will be no more seeing either,” she said as she attached the blindfold to his protesting and bobbing head.  “You will call me, Madam Stella. You will suckle me now or get punished.”  “Get punished?  Just how do you plan on doing that?” He laughed at her and bumped his hips. “Enough questions!” Stella took one of the silk scarves and tied it around his mouth.  She pinched his nipples hard and he squeaked. He was dumbfounded for a moment and then his eyes glazed over as she started to fondle him. “Oh, ummm, groan.” “You will tell me how wonderful I am, later.  Did I give you permission to groan?” 

   In the distance on a hill overlooking a full moon bright with interest a lone wolf howled.  Stella looked out the window of the bedroom and wondered if that was her cousin Alfred?  “He is so impulsive sometimes. He really does fancy me.”  “Murlf, ohhh, ahhh.”  “Be quiet I need to concentrate.”

     Lord Darby heard the howling in the hallway outside his bedroom with his new wife to be.  “What was that?” “Oh, that would be my cousin.”  “I don’t doubt it.  Would that be cousin Alfred?”  “How did you know? I mean.”  “Oh, it is fine, my love. Every family has a few off center people in their families.  We have a few in my family that would do good if they could howl at the moon.  In fact, some are considered on the fringe, if you know what I mean?”  “I’m afraid I know that all too well.  You will not hold that against me will you love?”  “No, my darling, Sebastian, I will not.  Now where were we?  Oh, yes, you are kissing me goodnight and I am to see you first thing in the morning.”  “No, I think I was coming into your room to make sure to keep you warm tonight.” He pushed her into the bedroom and saw her night rail on the bed.  It was made of some gossamer material that made him hard as stone.  He reached to finger the material and grew harder still.  “I have to see you into this garment.  I am consumed by a terrible desire for this right now.  Please don’t tell me, no.”

“Oh, goodness, I see you are in a fit.  Unbutton my dress and help me undress and I will do as you ask.”  He pulled her toward him and his hands went to the offending buttons.  He clenched his fists to calm himself and grabbed her dress again fumbling with the strange feeling metal buttons.  Having her so near and alone his imagination ran wild with scenarios.  At last he parted the dress and pulled it off her shoulders.  He grabbed at her corset and untied the strings, then tugged it to the floor and grabbed at her chemise.  He was too strong for the chemise and it tore into a rag by his outraged fingers.  He looked contritely into her eyes and hung his head before feasting on her chest.  He turned her again and placed her in front of her mirror.  Her back was to his front and he could see her in her glory.  “Are you not the most beautiful woman in the world?”  “I am sorry, but I do not see it.”  “Look at the curve of your tiny ears.  They are perfection.”  He bit at her earlobe and blew into her ear sending shivers down her spine.  “Now look at the porcelain perfection of your cheeks and the sleek sensual neck you have enticed me to kiss adoringly as I suckle at your pulse.”  He nibbled sweet sexual bites down her neck and onto her creamy shoulders. He laved at her pulse until she groaned. Then he took the back of his hand slithering down from her cheek and her throat to the side of her breast where he cupped the creamy ample handful of delight.  She moaned and he continued with his hand down to her side and his fingers rested on her waist.  He noticed her eyes were closed so he pinched her nipple.  “Ouch, why did you do that?”  “I want you to watch.  Look at what I am doing to you in the mirror.  It will make you more aware.”  She looked back at the heat in her cheeks and where his hands were touching her and bit her bottom lip making Darby go harder still.

      Lady Constance tried to ignore her worries about her new family and tried to accommodate her intended husband but she wasn’t really into it until he started taking off her clothes. Then when he had her look into the mirror she felt vulnerable until she concentrated on his hands.  Her big surprise was when she really looked at herself in the mirror.  His dark hands moving over her white flesh was like looking at someone else.  She had the feeling of being a voyeur at her own seduction. Her erotic interest peaked when his hands went lower still.  Her breath was coming raggedly and her heart was flying but he seemed untouched his eyes seared into hers from the mirror. He was behind her and she was facing the mirror but she reached behind her and grabbed him, taking him as full into hand as she could with his pants on.  He gasped and his eyes rolled back into his head.  He grabbed her most private part and parted the folds to touch her.  She was wet and hot and he licked his lips.  Another howl was heard closer to the house and Darby shivered.

     He was the sorriest wretch ever to indulge in sensual sexual gratification with a woman he was to wed in a few short hours but he could not control his lust for her.  As he pinched at her nipples again her breasts quivered and it heightened his arousal even more.  His hands and fingers wondered back to touch the core of her and the heat of her arousal stunned him even more.  Her head fell back lost in the sensations he stroked over her smooth soft breast caressing her nipples now with his tenderness.  Her tongue crept out to wet her lips and a tremor shook him as his hunger grew.  He looked down from the mirror and saw the moon reflected and flowing through the window’s mullioned panes casting a carpet of bright blocky squares on the floor.  The gossamer night rail was forgotten. Then he saw they were not alone.  “What the Bloody Hell?” Darby saw stars as he cascaded to the floor struck with a force from behind. He dimly heard her screams as his slumberous eyes closed to darkness.

     Lady Darby followed Lord Thornton to his room and was rewarded with a slap to her rear.  She laughed up into his very serious eyes and wondered if she had lost her mind.  He was a robust man for his age and a bit rotund but still a handsome gentleman.  He grabbed her into his arms when he shut and locked his door.  He touched her lips with his tongue and widened his mouth over hers to better access.  His tongue reached onto the recesses of her mouth patterning what he wanted to do to her body with his tongue.  She had never been kissed so aggressively.  The heat and passion of the kiss left her reeling.  He took her buttons two at a time and had her dress over her shoulders before she stumbled backward to the bed.  He was on top her before she knew it.  His robust body was rangy and hard and she immediately became heated herself.  He pulled her corset down and her chemise was shifted as wheat in a blur of heat.  His mouth covered her nipple and he suckled her and drew heat to her core.  She was quivering all over in anticipation and he bit her quit hard.  She yelped and slapped him hard across the face.  He slapped her back and proceeded to feast on her breasts once more.  To her surprise her core heated more and her eyes rolled back into her head.  He pinched her buttocks and brought his hand down and cupped her hard.  “Tell me you like it,” He shouted.  “I like it you old reprobate>”  “Tell me you are hot.”  “You are hot.” She yelled. He grabbed her ear and his tongue tore down into its many whorls and dove farther than she thought any object could go.  Her ears would be very clean, she thought to herself.  “Smack me again, your ladyship.”  She slapped him again harder than ever and started to move undulating beneath him.  Her thighs quivered and the heat in her core grew to unexpected proportions.  She felt hungry for him.  He was cursing and wallowing and moving all over her and she was moving under him as he kissed her again really hard she tasted blood and gloried in it.  She liked this kind of foreplay more than anything she had ever felt before in her life.  The heat in her was rising and she noticed that she, Lady Darby was perspiring.