26. Chapter 26
Chapter 26
A Test of Will
“ M y lord, you have a guest.”
“A guest? Who? John or Henry?” Fredrick leaned back in his chair and had his hands behind his head.
“No, my lord. She introduced herself as Lady Margaret.”
Fred shot straight up, knocking over his chair. “Lady Margaret? Raven hair, emerald eyes, large bosoms?”
“Well, my lord, she does have raven hair. I could not attest to her other attributes.”
“This may be your day of reckoning. I will say goodnight." He stood somewhat unstable. "Mr. Winston, have her come in and then lead me to my bedchamber. Good night, Fredrick.” He gave Fred a silly wave and walked out of the study.
Blackwood said hello and good night to Lady Margaret. Fredrick took a deep breath in and blew it out as he ran his hand through his hair. Tonight had been so emotionally tiring; he could not think of arguing with her. He had been up, dealing with shite all day. He unbuttoned his waistcoat, took off his cravat, and unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves.
“As much as I would enjoy watching, I suppose propriety dictates I go back into the hall until you are finished undressing.” Margaret gave one of her sultry laughs. Fred had concern for her being at his townhouse, yet he had to admit, as Blackwood said, she is a lovely bit of skirt. And he loved her laugh. Only Margaret could make a laugh sound sexy. She turned to look back at him as she swung her hips alluringly.
She remained in the hallway when Fred volleyed. “Excuse me, Lady Margaret, but propriety dictates you should not even be here.” He struggled to get his boots off. “My sage advice is for you to get that lovely bottom of yours back into your carriage and return home.” Why did I say that? “I will have Ben follow to make sure you are safe. Now, go home.”
“I’m not leaving, Lord Windham.” She was adamant. Fredrick raised a brow. Fisty little vixen.
“Margaret, I’m going to put on my banyan.” As if he had tossed down the gauntlet.
“Oh, what good news. A preview.” As she kept walking. Sashaying.
Does that mean she is agreeing to this…this…business deal? Edward agreed to wait until I told him before he spoke with Margaret. She and I are friends, are we not? We argue more than anything else. Well, not exactly. Good heavens. And I am insanely attracted to her. Attracted? She makes me crazy. She would niggle through the entire…marriage? I’m not sure I will agree. I cannot let her get too close. That is what I must do. Keep her far away from me. He reached for the bellpull and told Mr. Winston to have Joshua bring down his royal blue banyan and his matching slippers.
She continued to remain outside the door, leaning against the wall. “Does it take you that long to undress? My gosh, Fredrick. You will be until dawn getting your clothes off.” She laughed again. How could her laugh cause his cock to become rock-hard?
Joshua, as Fred had expected, looked mortified. Fred's clothes strewn about the room. “My lord. What are your plans at this hour of the night?”
“Joshua, turn the water on in the necessary. I need a warm washing cloth. I have company in the hallway, in case you missed her, so I need expediency.” Why is she here? What does she want? What does she want to know? Do Lord and Lady Maxwell know she is here? Of course, they do not. Oh heavens.
After more than enough preening, as he knew Joshua would, he assisted Fredrick with his royal blue banyan and his blue, monogrammed slippers. He thought it most improper to go without his trousers on, but too tired, and too unnerved at Margaret being in the house, he determined he did not care. Besides, he thought, his banyans were always designed to be longer than normal. It would be fine.
Fred called out to her, hoping she had gotten angry at the wait and left. He looked and Margaret came swinging those lovely hips of hers and sat down in one of the overstuffed chairs. “Where is Max? My coachman?”
“I’m in here, my lord.” In the small breakfast room with the rest of the gentlemen's staff.
Max entered the room, attempting not to ogle at Lady Margaret. “Max. I need you to take Lady Margaret home. We can return her carriage to her on the morrow. Now, Margaret, be a good young lady and get your arse up and go with Max.” Max to a step toward the stables.
“I’m afraid I cannot do that, Lord Fredrick.” She sat, with one leg crossed over the other, her dress hiked up enough to be provocative but not vulgar, and swinging her top leg with her shoe dangling from her lovely toes. Max stopped.
“And for what reason, Lady Margaret?” Back to formality, are we?
“Because I’m supposed to be at Helen’s” She gave him a toothy grin.
“Then Max will take you to Helen’s.” He turned to Max. “Take her to Helen’s.” Max took another step toward the stables.
“He can’t.” Fredrick began to pace. Not a good sign when he paced.
“Why the hell not?” He stopped, looked at her, then continued to pace.
“Because she is not at home.” He stopped in his tracks and stared at her.
“Max, go back to the breakfast room and enjoy.”
“Y-Yes, My…Lord.” He walked backward, out of the room.
“Well, I don’t know about you, but I have had one nasty day and I need to sleep. So unless you wish to sleep with me, you may as well go home, Lady Margaret.”
“But I cannot go home and I’m not ready to go to bed…yet. Could we have a drink? Something? I’m thirsty.”
Fred sat back down. “Here, use my glass. Scotch?” He knew she would refuse –
“Yes, please, two fingers, if you would be so kind.” She smiled at him. He wanted to wring her beautiful, porcelain neck. He poured the drink and handed her the glass. She took a big gulp. Then she started gasping, “Oh, my gosh. What is in this glass? Liquid fire? I need water. I need water.” She gasped, holding her hand to her throat.
“Daniel! Can you bring me a glass of water?” He called out.
He heard Daniel from the small breakfast room, “Yes, my lord. Right away.”
In less than a minute, Daniel brought the glass filled with water and handed it to Lady Margaret. I wonder how he figured that one out. Ha!
“Margaret, please. I’m in no mood. Not tonight. Could we argue tomorrow instead?”
“Am I arguing? Lord Fredrick, I am not arguing. I only came to have a conversation.”
“I think in your mind you are having a conversation, but it is truly arguing. Margaret, do as you wish. I am going to bed.”
“I want to talk to you.” She gave a sultry kind of whine.
“Now, why are you here? Your parents are going to lock you in a room for months and bludgeon me to death.” He ran his hand through his hair. “I am tired. Please, Margaret.”
“I need to speak with you, Fredrick.” She had that alluring tone in her voice.
“If you want to talk to me, you are going to come upstairs to my bedchamber. I need to lay down. I’m sorry Margaret. I am tired. Have I mentioned that I am tired?”
“Alright, I will come up with you.” Oh, heavens. There goes my sleep for tonight. I have to get her out of here. Margaret’s parents would be devastated to know she was here – alone – in a man’s bedchamber.
Before he opened his chamber door, he hesitated to allow this to go any further. Unsure he would be able to control the urge he had for her, he looked down to see those lips and those emerald eyes. Could she look more sensuous?
“Margaret, you need to leave. I don’t think you coming to my bedchamber is a good idea.” He dare not ponder to long into those emerald eyes.
“First you told me I could come and now you say no. Why?”
In one smooth movement, he had his arm around her waist pulling her to him. Her head rested against the wall. He said nothing. He looked into her eyes, lowered his head, and brushed her mouth lightly with his lips. He moved, their lips almost touching, he looked at her again, intensely studied her face, and captured her lips. He ran his tongue between her lips, slow and sensual, until she opened, loving the sensation. It gave him the opening to invade her mouth with his tongue.
He pushed her legs open with his knee to put one leg between hers. He thrust his hips forward wanting her to feel the length of him. She moaned into his mouth. His arm held her in place as his hand moved down her shoulder, then lightly grazed her breast. His mouth moved down her neck. He kissed and gnawed on that soft spot between her neck and shoulder. His hand captured her breast. He ran his thumb across her nipple until its hard peak ached, then he pinched it. She tried to thrust her chest into his hand, but he held her captive with the strength of his arm.
His hand moved down and began to massage her sex on top of her clothes. He heard her shallow breathing. He continued to move his hand until she sighed his name. He stared into the depths of those emerald eyes. He pressed against her. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted any woman. But she did not belong here. She gasped again. He pulled away from her. “Now do you understand why I don’t want you in my bedchamber? If you enter, be prepared because I do not want conversation. Do you understand?”
He closed the door behind him. She had frustrated the hell out of him. He walked to the bowl and pitcher to throw cold water on his face. It felt good. It had been so hot throughout the day. She didn’t help. He looked at himself in the mirror. Craving her is different from being married to the chit. Take things in hand and go to bed.
Margaret stood in front of the door. She never thought she would catch Fredrick’s attention. The way he treated her, half the time she knew he cared for her – desired her; the other half she was convinced she had to be an irritation to him. She came to speak with him to discover exactly what Papa had spoken with him about; had she not? The more she had been around Fredrick, the more she felt his chiseled jaw against her face.
Those luscious lips had kissed her in places she never knew possible. Those lips she had experienced first-hand. The way Fredrick kissed in the servants' quarters. She had never experienced anything so erotic in her entire life. And a moment ago, when he pulled away from her for a moment and looked at her, it felt like he had looked into her soul. She felt hypnotized. She would have done anything he had wanted. There. In the hall. Unaware of anything else but the feel of him. She knew what he wanted if she walked through his bedchamber door. She wanted more. With him. Exquisite torture. More of what he did to her when he buried his face between her thighs. She ached. She wanted more. She wanted him.
Fred dried his face when he saw her in the mirror over the commode. He stayed and spoke to her through the mirror. She leaned against the door; as she had in the hall. “Did you not understand what I said? I’m not going to play nice.” He still had a cockstand from when his demanding lips had devoured hers. When he had run his thumb across her nipple she moaned into his mouth. He had given her fair warning. “It is not a habit of mine to tup an innocent, but I suppose I will make an exception. Come here.” His attempt at sounding cold had not quite disguised the want he had for her.
She gave that sultry walk across the large room to face him. She was beautiful. Not the time. He needed her to go before this went too far. She looked up at him with those big, emerald eyes and licked her lips. He saw her slight tremble. Nervous. Good. She should be. She had entered the lion’s den. “Take your hair down.” She kept her eyes on him as she began to remove the pins. That raven hair fell down her back.
“You are beautiful, Margaret. Do you know that?” Damn it. I did not want to say that. I want to frighten her. Not woe her. “Turn around.” He made quick work of the buttons. “Take your dress off.” Fred, you get her clothes off and you will have her. No, no, I can’t do that to her. Yes, you can. If her clothes are off you will. “Take off your petticoat and chemise.” She faced him. When she shimmied out of her petticoat, she looked at him. Suddenly she either began acting shy or coy.
“You want me to take off my chemise, Fredrick?” Those damn emerald eyes.
“You can take it off or pick up your clothes and go.” She had to go. She must go. Heaven forbid she leave. He wanted her. She put her hands down to the hem of her chemise, pulled it over her head, and it silently landed on the rug. She stood before him. A naked goddess. Sheer perfection. She still had on shoes and stockings. “Come here.” He demanded.
“Fred, do I look good to you?” She sounded so sincere and a little anxious. How could she even ask such a question?
“Come, love.” Damn, I did not mean to say that, either. You know you will not resist her. Look at her. She is beautiful. Perfection. Silky hair shining in the firelight. Her breasts were more than a mouthful. I will enjoy playing with those. And her arse, perfectly round. She is the most voluptuous creature I have ever – Oh, heavens. I am going to – I am.
He pulled her to him, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled her head up to look at him. “Margaret, I’m going to fuck you if you stay in this room one second longer. Do you understand what I am saying? I’m going to take you until you can’t move.” What the hell are you doing? Fredrick. There will be no turning back. You take her and she will be yours forever. Do you want her? No…no? No? Yes, yes! Oh, my, yes. She is what I want.
“Yes, Fredrick. I understand. I want this… I…I have never wanted this with anyone ever, but you.”
“God, Margaret, don’t say such things.” He buried his face in her hair. He felt her tremble. His hands moved down her neck and her shoulder. He caressed her breast, lifted it to him, and suckled it – all maiden pink.
She moaned. “Fredrick, I want you.” Could my cock get any harder? She fits me perfectly. He needed to have his cock inside her. He moved his lips to her neck. She pulled his hair to her. She wanted his lips. He did not disappoint. He put an arm under her knees and another around her back and carried her to the edge of the bed.
“Sit down, I will take your shoes and stockings off.” He started to kneel.
“Fredrick, You needn't. I will. Please stand.” God, she is this kind? Caring?
“No, Allow me.” He untied her garters and rolled her stockings down to her ankles. He lifted her shoes off one at a time, removed the stockings, and tucked them into her shoes. Her feet were even beautiful.
“Thank you, Fredrick.” She gave him a shy smile.
“Open your legs for me.”
“What?” Her face suffused with the same lovely pink color as her nipples. She knew what to expect this time. For some reason, knowing he could see her in the firelight must have made it more awkward for her.
“Don’t be embarrassed. Open your legs for me. I want to see that pretty cunny of yours in this firelight.” She still seemed hesitant. He looked up at her. “Now, please.” He told her.
“Alright.” He could tell she felt exposed. And he wanted her exposed – to him.
“God, Margaret, you have the most beautiful cunny I have ever seen.” She let out a nervous giggle. “I mean it.” He took his thumbs and ran them up the seams. “Wider.” She obliged. He pushed the seams away from the spot he wanted. He put his tongue on that little nub and began to lick up and down the seam, licking her nub each time.
Her legs started to fold and he stopped and looked at her. “Your cunny tastes as good as it looks. Do not deprive me. I mean to give you pleasure. Like before. You came for me then. Four times, I think. I want you to come again. And again. And again. Do you remember, Margaret?” He licked and sucked.
“Yes, yes. I do.” She moaned; ran her fingers through his hair. He put his mouth around her clitoris and licked and licked. He could feel her legs start to tremble.
“Fredrick, I – there – Fred.” She called out his name. He made her come. He continued.
“I want to lick up all that juicy goodness.” He began to lick her again; this time he slid a finger inside her. She moaned out. She came again. She is the most sensuous woman I have ever known. He knew if he did not have his cock inside her right now, he feared he would to embarrass himself. “Are you ready to do this, Margaret?”
She nodded. He stood and untied his banyan. She looked at his manhood in awe. She had felt it, but without seeing it in any light, she truly had no idea. Fred could see her becoming a bit frightened at the sight. He smiled, arranged her on the bed, and crawled over her.
“I think your cunny tastes delicious. It is musky, and jasmine, and you.” His demanding lips covered hers with such a hunger. “Margaret, this is your last chance to say no. Tell me now because we cannot put it back.”
“I know Fredrick. I want this.”
“I think it should be painful when I break the…”
“I trust you, Fred.”
She opened her legs for him to get between her. He leaned on his left arm and took his cock and rubbed against her entrance. “I’m going to push a little at a time.”
“Fredrick, I trust you.” She whispered this time. “I’m not afraid. I want you.” He had never kissed anyone with so much passion. He pushed in a little further. She moaned slightly and he stopped.
“Did I hurt you?” Oh heavens. She was so tight. He hoped he could get it all in the first time.
“It feels different….” She smiled at him as if to let him know it felt alright.
He kissed her again and pushed. He wanted in her. He made one big push and she screamed into his mouth. He immediately stilled. “I’m so sorry. Margaret. I’m so sorry.” He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, her cheek, then lightly on the lips. He felt her relax some.
“I’m alright now, Fredrick. Really. Please?”
“Yes, so now, I’m going to start moving. It may feel different at first.” He kissed her again.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Well, we shall start and see how it goes, alright?” She nodded. God, she was beautiful
He began to push into her and out, then harder until she began to move. Fred smiled as he kissed her. She is going to be a wonderful, passionate lover. What the hell am I thinking? I have no idea how this is supposed to proceed or if it is to proceed at all. Does she want this agreement of her father’s? Oh, good heavens. Stop thinking.
He positioned himself to reach down and massage her clitoris. “Margaret, you are so tight. I want you to come again.” And he kept kissing her. He could not stop kissing her. He thrust himself deep inside her and it still was not enough. He felt her muscles tense up.
Suddenly she began to convulse as she said his name softly into his mouth. The muscles pulsating inside her – it came upon him unexpectedly and he suddenly came undone. As he felt the rush, he had one more hard thrust. He could feel the warmth inside her as he quickly pulled out of her. “Shite!” He looked down at her.
“Did I do something wrong?” He kissed her face.
“You look lovely - especially after you have had sex. How is that possible?”
“Fredrick, you failed to answer my question. Did I do something wrong?”
“No, of course not. I failed to pull out fast enough and I’m afraid you received quite a large dose of my seed.”
“But you got some on my belly, too. Maybe you thought you did, hmm?”
“No, we will have to be more careful in the future.” There it went again. The future. He rolled off of her, got up, and fetched a washing cloth. He came back and stood over her as he cleaned his spend off her belly and the blood from between her legs.
“You are so handsome, Fredrick. You have a beautiful physique.” Her eyes fixated on his cock. “Fredrick, even when you don’t…when you are not aroused, you are well…I had no idea. I have never really seen one before. Not a real one. Not in the light. And it doesn’t look like that in the pictures or in the museums.” This time she gave a sultry kind of mewl. He bent down, put his lips on her, and blew on her stomach.
“Oh, Fredrick, stop.” She raised her head to grab him. Too late.
“Alright then.” He rolled her over and popped her on her arse.
“Och!” She rubbed her bottom and made a pouty face. Then he bent down and kissed her there. She had the best laughs. Her body – simply perfect. She was beautiful – inside as well as out.
He slapped her on the butt one more time. “Scoot over.” He crawled in, pulled the bedclothes up, and pulled her back to him. He put his arm around her and she turned on her side to look at him. He brushed tendrils of hair away from her face. “Scoot up here.”
She moved up closer to his head. “That is much better.” He turned his head and kissed her.
“Fred?” She had those emerald eyes melting him from the inside.
“Yes, my sweet.”
“Was I any good?”
“Now, what kind of question is that?” He gave her a grimace. “Are you wanting reassurance? Well, then, let me think.” He scratched his chin. “Hummm.” She pinched him.
“Ouch!” He rubbed his arm as if in pain. “How do you get any better than perfection?”
“Fredrick, I know that is not the case, but I hope to get better.” She looked up at him. “With you. Only you.” She looked down, picking at her cuticle. “Do you think you would want anyone else to bed beside me?” She finally looked up at him. “I mean if you were going to be bedding me...in the future?”
“Margaret. I am not young enough these days to be bedding any more than one woman at a time.” As he watched her, she looked as if she had been struck. Within a second, that pained look disappeared. He must have hurt her.
“Margaret. I have wanted you for a long time. Why would I even think about bedding another when all I want is you .” God, I’ve come a long way from, 'I’m not going to fuck her. I’m going to run her off.' And what happened in the course of two hours? Could I be any easier? But she is so genuine. Loving. She said not one word when I tried to scare her off. I told her to take off her clothes and by God, she did. Oh, good heavens. She certainly did. She is my undoing. He had to chuckle.
“What are you laughing about?” She looked at him so sweetly.
“Some idiot I know that tried to run some beauty out of his bedchamber.”
“I think I am the stupid one. If I had known it would be this good, I would have come to your house a long time ago.”
He gave her a rather suspicious look. “And what happened to this tendre you had for Lord Addams? Why did you not try to entice him?”
“He is not as handsome as you are. And…I…I thought you wanted to be friends – only friends.”
“I do want you as a friend. I want you as a lover.”
“Fred, could…would you call me Virginia...or…or Ginny?” She asked as she took her fingers and made circles through the hair on his chest. He wanted to take her again.
“Why? Oh, Lady Maxwell’s name is Virginia, correct?”
“Yes, and that is why they started calling me Margaret. You can’t imagine how long it took me to spell my name. And I never liked it. Do you think you could…call me Virginia – or, or Ginny?”
“May I call you Ginny? I like the name. And it sounds endearing. I want it to be my name for you. Only mine.” I want you to be mine. Only mine.
“Do you think we could try it again? I think I will do better this time.” He noticed another rush of pink to her lovely visage. He knew asking for what she wanted had to be foreign to her. The ladies of the ton were not taught to be assertive . They had to sit, be humble, grateful, and quiet. “My sweet, any time you want. Whatever you want, don’t be shy. I love it that you want me. And yes, it will be my pleasure. He took her face with his hands and began to kiss her.