Chapter 11
JACK
“You must tell me what you do, Gracie,” Cecelia asks across the dinner table, and I can see it annoys the girl that she’s picked up on calling her that, too.
“Me? Oh, I’m a…I–”
“I’ve convinced Gracie to resign; she’s going to have plenty to do as Fairfax’s new duchess.” I reach over and take Gracie's hand, squeezing it tight in case she decides to protest.
“And how do you feel about that?” Cecelia focuses all her attention on her, searching for any sign of weakness.
“I’m fine with it.” Gracie pulls together the fakest grin I’ve ever seen.
“She’ll be busy making plans for the wedding; no doubt you’ll be grateful for the extra time, won’t you, darling?” I raise her hand so I can kiss it.
“Wedding?” Cecelia almost chokes on her duck as I deliver the next blow.
“What with all that's happened, I didn’t think you would be getting married quite so quickly.” She takes a long sip of wine to recover herself.
“Why would you think that? I’ve been told ever since I arrived here that I should be planning for the future. I think it would make Father very proud to see I’m taking my role seriously.”
“And when will this wedding be taking place?” Cecelia blinks nervously.
“I have the local vicar visiting tomorrow. I thought it would be pleasing for us to marry in the village church; is it not where you and father were married?” I stab my fork into my meat and await her response.
“Yes, it was.” I don’t know if it’s hate or confusion she’s staring back at me with, but it sure is satisfying.
“Of course, we will need to speak to Pandora. I want a dress fit for a duchess, and she’ll have very little time,” I add, watching Gracie's eyes spread wider.
She reaches to take a sip of the wine that was served to her by one of my house staff, and when I shake my head, she surprises me by complying and placing it back on the table.
“These things can’t be rushed, Jack. I’m sure Gracie would like to get herself settled before she throws herself into any wedding plans.” Cecelia laughs nervously, clicking her fingers at the maid on standby and holding out her empty glass.
“Quite the opposite. I’m just as keen to get this show on the road as Jack is.” Gracie looks up at me adoringly, proving that she’s the perfect woman for the job.
“Well, I think it’s foolish. Jack has commitments and—”
“You didn’t think it foolish when you were attempting to marry me off to the Linchford girl,” I interrupt her.
“That was different. Annabella is accustomed to this lifestyle; she would have been the guidance you need.”
“Then I hope me and Annabella can be friends.” Gracie smiles and reaches for her water, impressing me, while making Cecelia boil with rage.
“It’s Annabella and I,” Cecelia corrects her.
“My apologies,” Gracie responds graciously.
“You must excuse me, I’ve come down with a headache.” Cecelia stands and marches towards the door, slamming it behind her once she exits.
“A shame, I hope it gets better,” Gracie calls after her, trying to hold in a laugh when she glances towards the maid by the door and sees her failed attempt at trying to hide her amusement.
“You’re excused,” I tell the girl, deciding I should be alone with my fiancée, for what comes next. I wait for her to leave before pulling the red velvet box from inside my jacket and presenting it on the table next to Gracie’s plate.
“What is this?” She places down her cutlery.
“Open it and find out,” I tell her, watching her eyes sparkle as she lifts the lid on the box and reveals the huge diamond ring.
“Jack, it’s beautiful. Are you sure you can trust me with it?” That clever look she has in her eyes and the playful smirk on her lips make me want to fuck her right here, right now, on this table.
“I’m going to be trusting you to carry my child. I’m sure I can trust you with this.” Taking the ring out of the box, I lift her hand and slide it onto her engagement finger.
“A perfect fit,” I point out, wondering what my mother would think of the arrangement we’ve made. She was a firm believer in true love. A firm believer who died with her heart broken.
“My father gave it to my mother years ago. I suppose it was some sort of promise ring; he always knew he could never marry her. I thought it was fitting for us.”
Her smile fades, and so does her fascination with the ring.
“Whatever you think is best.” She nods politely, picking up her fork and continuing to eat.
“I want us to be friends, Gracie. We got off on a bad foot, but I want you to know that while you're here, you will be protected. I’ll take good care of you,” I assure her, wanting to erase any doubt from her mind.
“I don’t need taking care of. Never have and never will.” She looks up at me fiercely.
“You’ll be pregnant with my child; it’s my duty to take care of you,” I remind her. Already knowing that I’m going to take pleasure in it.
“I understand that, Jack, but please don’t suffocate me. All this is so strange and against my nature. I’m going to need a little patience.” She looks down at the ring again and lets out a long, deep breath.
“You can have whatever you want.” I wrap my hand over hers.
“What days does the app say we should be…you know?” She blushes and looks so fucking pretty.
“Since we both want quick results, I think it’s best we make the effort every night. I don’t recall you finding the act displeasing last time we did it.” My cock turns hard when her cheeks turn even pinker.
“Your room or mine, Your Lord?” She shocks me when she stands up and offers me her hand.
“Lady’s choice.” I take her hand and let her lead me out of the room.
Now we’re upstairs, she seems to have lost her confidence and stares at me awkwardly as I take off my jacket and loosen my tie.
“You okay?” I check, while slowly unbuttoning my shirt.
“I’ve just never done this with the intent of creating a person.” She laughs nervously as she fiddles with her fingers.
“Neither have I. In fact, I’ve spent my whole life trying to avoid that happening.
” I move across to her, gathering the fabric of the top she’s wearing, before lifting it over her head and arms. “There's no reason why we shouldn’t enjoy this.” I kiss her, the way I’ve been wanting to all day.
Deep, slowly, and like she belongs to me.
Popping open the button on her jeans, I slide my hands into the waist, and gently glide a finger through the centre of her panties.
“I have a feeling I’m going to like the way you look, carrying my child,” I whisper, continuing to stroke her through the fabric.
“And if you stop being so stubborn, you might like how it feels to be owned by me.” I force her back onto the bed and grip the waist of her jeans, dragging them off her legs while she watches, and gives nothing away in her expression.
“You have a beautiful body, Gracie.” I glance over it, admiring every inch.
“Not for long,” she reminds me sarcastically.
“Princess, what I’m going to do to you is only going to make it even more perfect.” I kiss my way up her legs, purposely avoiding her pussy and smiling against her skin when she growls in frustration.
“I can’t wait to see this tummy swell.” I kiss just below her belly button and watch her lashes flutter. “These tits are going to grow for me, too.” Taking one in my hand, I climb up her body, pull her bra to the side, and reveal one of her nipples.
“Being knocked up is going to suit you very well, Gracie.” Rolling my tongue around her pretty pink areola, I wait to hear her gasp as I suck her hard inside my mouth.
“Fuck!” she hisses, gripping my hair and starting to fidget her hips against mine.
“You want me to own this body, pretty girl?” She nods her head, and I reward her by sucking even harder.
“You want me to fill this pretty tummy with my baby? Give you something that will remind you every day who you belong to?” I grip under her chin and force her to look at me.
“Tell me you want to carry my child. Tell me you want me to come so deep in your pussy that I make sure you get knocked up for me,” I dare her, knowing that the thought excites her; the fact that she’s soaked through her panties makes it impossible for her to hide.
She nods her head and starts tugging at her panties, pushing them off her hips to allow me access.
“Spread these thighs wide, princess. I’m going to sink inside you as deep as I can get.
” I hold her open and tease her spread-out pussy with the tip of my cock, stroking it through her centre and watching her soak me.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect. I couldn’t have picked anyone better.
” I watch her start losing control, bucking her hips desperately to receive more friction.
She’ll quickly learn that I set the pace.
I’m the one in control here. Or at least, I tell myself I am.
I swear I could come just from teasing her.
Feeling her clit pulse against my shaft as she works herself up is driving me to the edge already.
It’s tempting to let it go. I’d like to see how her skin looks drenched in my seed, but right now, none of that seed can be wasted; it has a use far more important.
“I want to feel you come on my cock, like you did last night,” I whisper, pushing inside her, and filling her up in one long thrust that has her nails digging into my shoulders.
“Does that feel good? You like being full of me?” I watch her trying to hold back her reaction.
“Answer,” I order, and she eventually gives in by nodding her head.
“Get used to it, because I’m fully intent on knocking you up before we’re married.
” She looks up at me, stunned, like she’s just been reminded that she also agreed to be my wife.
“I want to watch you walk up the aisle, knowing that we have a secret.” Placing my hand on her flat stomach, I notice she looks embarrassed again, and I pause when I realise that none of it will be real.
It’ll all be a show. I don’t get to keep this girl once our deal is done.
“Are you okay?” she asks, looking confused.
“I’m fine.” I reach down and kiss her, deciding that I’ll just have to settle for enjoying every second that she’s mine.
Thrusting into her slowly, I feel her pussy start to pulse.
She tries to cover her face with her hands, but I snatch them away because I want to watch her come.
She pants and bites her lip, trying her best to hold off on me, but I ensure she gives me exactly what I want, placing my hand between us and stroking her clit as I continue pumping inside her.
“You’re going to be such a good little breeder, taking what I give you and looking after it so well.
” I slam into her harder when I feel myself getting close.
“I’m going to flood this pussy with cum, and you're going to make sure you keep hold of it. Clench it tight, just like you are with my cock,” I instruct, and she nods obediently, gripping the sheets and looking down our bodies to where my cock slides in and out of her.
“Look up. Look at me. I want your eyes on mine when I fuck my heir into this pussy.” She does as she’s told, and when her body stiffens, she makes a long, loud moan, and I watch her come apart, as I spill myself inside her.
“Good fucking girl, you take that. Take it.” I feel her channel tighten around me, absorbing all the cum I’ve fucked into her.
“I think you like being mine. I think you're going to like being pregnant, too.” I manage to sit up on my knees, keeping my cock seated inside her, then, dragging her hips up, I force my cock deeper and plug all that seed inside her.
Resting my palm on her tummy again, and smiling to myself in satisfaction.
“I think you have an unhealthy obsession with pregnant women,” she giggles.
“Not women, just you,” I admit, watching that dreamy smile stretch her lips, only this time, there doesn’t seem to be anything fake about it.