Chapter 9
He waited six long days for her to come to him.
When she finally arrived, she found him twisted in the sheets, with his hard cock trapped in that cursed cage and his chest sweaty.
When his eyes adjusted to the light after waking from the pressure of something against him, he startled. She was a vision. Her body was nude and more shapely than ever before. Those full breasts were heavy and calling for his touch. Was she a fever dream or had his dreams come true?
At her neck, she wore a chain. On the chain, there were two keys.
“You kept the key to my bedroom, did you, love? And sweet-talked my butler into letting you in?”
Adam could hear the waver in his own voice, the emotions that were threatening to break through.
Lucy straddled his thighs, and he could just make out the shadow of her quim. She’d come to him with keys and — despite obsessive planning — he suddenly had no thoughts other than getting his cock free and planting himself in that cunny.
She placed her hand on his belly, her thumb stroking over the line of hair that ran to where he needed her most.
“I must tell you something,” she said.
She was bare and beautiful, carrying the keys to his heart and cage…and she wanted to talk?
“Go ahead, love.”
Never let it be said that Adam wasn’t a patient man.
She shifted on his thighs, and he imagined for a moment that he could feel how wet she was. Oh, this was actual torture.
“Remember how you released inside of me in the duchess’s hallway?” she asked, her eyes downcast.
Her heart was beating at a rate that might kill her. This was when she needed to risk the greatest disappointment of her life, hoping she’d fallen in love with a man who would love her back. And love their child.
“I think about it every day, and I am so sorry, love.”
“And do you remember what you said about a child in the future?”
“That I want to put a baby in you?”
“Yes, that.”
“I remember,” he said, smiling at his nighttime apparition. “I remember that very well.”
“Well, you see…”
She drew in a great breath and took one of his hands in hers. He seemed confused by her actions until she placed his hand on her belly, where the first quickenings and flutters of butterflies in her stomach combined to make her feel quite ill.
“You don’t mean?”
“I do.”
“Unlock me, Lucy,” he said hoarsely. She must have been mistaken, but she thought she saw the hint of tears in his eyes.
She fumbled with the key as emotions overtook her. Any reaction from him, good or bad, would send forth a torrent of her tears now. She was so overwhelmed with feelings and also wet and needy for no cock but his. How he acted now would determine everything.
The cage clicked open, and Lucy worked with Adam to draw the chastity device from his body.
She regarded the marks on his cock from where he’d pressed into the wires as he’d grown hard from her presence.
Running one finger along the indentations, she traced her meridians of control over this powerful man.
“Don’t touch me, Lucy,” he ground out.
She drew back immediately as if burned. Was this to be the end?
“Mount me. I want that quim surrounding my cock as I tell you some things.”
She clambered up, and together, they fit his cockhead at her entrance. Once he was in position, she lowered herself onto him, reveling in the feeling of riding a man for the first time.
“Slowly now,” he whispered. “I’m barely holding on, and I’ve a hair trigger.”
“Maybe you didn’t hear, but the baby is already growing. You knocked me up, so there’s no reason to hold back now,” she said.
“Ahh, but how am I supposed to learn to control myself without practice?” he asked, letting her determine the speed and depth of their coupling.
She felt full and good and uncertain about the direction of this conversation.
“I assume you’ll want a little space between babies,” he continued. “So I’ll need to learn to control myself. Just a little.”
She felt a tremor of hope. Was he saying what she thought he was?
“You want more than one child? By me?” She supposed she'd need to insist on a house where she could live with these offspring of his. And nurses and governesses and…shoes.
“I want as many as you’ll give me,” he said, finally bucking up into her as he’d wanted to do for so long.
Adam was thick and hot and stroking her belly reverently.
If only he’d touch her lower and make her explode with pleasure.
She could barely follow their conversation because of how close she was to ecstatic release.
But she needed to know more about how he imagined their relationship to work with all of these imagined children!
“I hate to interrupt this most pleasurable interlude, but I wonder if you might like to check my dressing room. Where the watches used to be,” he said.
Lucy stilled on his lap, then rose from his body and the bed in succession. What on earth could be so important that she needed to stop fucking him and pause their conversation?
Adam remained on the bed, adding pillows behind his back and turning the gas lights up so he might see his love’s face when she returned.
Return she did, her expression guarded.
“It was on the velvet,” she said faintly. “Ultramarine velvet. Like the watches.”
“Do you like it?” he asked encouragingly.
Lucy held out the enormous diamond ring, her hand shaking. This object was far too precious for her to toss into a bag and take home. It also meant something to him, but she needed to hear him explain his intent.
“Back up here, love,” he said, patting his thighs. “We have things to discuss.”
She was on him again in a moment, eager to know if this meant what she hoped it did. All the while, that spectacular ring stayed in her closed hand; she was terrified of setting it down for fear it might go missing. She had something within her grasp, and she would not let it go.
His head was now level with hers, his cock stretching her so deliciously, as she’d wanted for months. Adam brought his hands to her breasts as if seeing and touching them for the first time. She supposed it was his first time imagining them swollen with milk for his baby. Her cunny fluttered.
“Oh, that’s it, love,” he growled. “But before I make you gush all over this cock, I want my ring on your finger. That’s my boon: just let me see my ring on your finger.”
As if in a trance, she held out the sparkling solitaire for him to see in her palm.
He couldn’t mean to…could he? She was a mere maid, and he was a man in his ascendancy.
He could marry some impoverished virgin aristocrat and send his boys to Harrow like the nobility.
It hardly seemed possible if he aligned himself with Miss Lucy Makeblythe, a woman whose only connection to the aristocracy was service to a duchess.
“I can see doubts in your eyes, Lucy,” he said sternly.
“I don’t think—”
“No, I don’t wish to debate this. Do you love me?”
She paused, then rolled her hips to feel him move within her.
“Do you?” he repeated, his face tense.
“Yes, of course I do!” she exclaimed, bouncing in his lap as her frustration erupted. “But—”
“I don’t want to debate this. I love you. You love me. I dislike tragic operas, so don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Put that ring on your finger.”
“What if I don’t want to?” she asked. “Perhaps I want a proposal more romantic than this.”
Adam plucked the ring from Lucy’s palm and placed it on her ring finger challengingly. “In this family, we do things backwards. First, we make a baby, then we fall in love, then we decide to get married. And now it’s time for the groom-to-be’s confession.”
She regarded him expectantly. And then he leaned forward and used his nose to trace hers, as tender a gesture as she could imagine from a man, especially one filling her so well.
He was quiet, his voice on the edge of breaking.
“I am desperately in love with you, Lucy.”
She had to pull back from his gentle caresses to wipe tears from her face.
“Don’t cry, love,” he said, his voice breaking. “We’re going to be parents, and I don’t think they’re allowed to cry.”
“We might not have the best sense of what parents do,” she said gently, “neither of us having much experience with them. Maybe we’ll reverse things in this family and the parents will cry, but the children will always be happy.”
“Haven’t we cried enough?” he asked, pulling her forward until her breasts rested against his firm chest.
Adam knew her. Who else in the world could see through her sassy exterior to the orphan who had buried her parents and then tears in her pillow? He knew because he too had been cast upon the mercy of the world at a young age, with tears to match.
And they were a match. Let the visiting cards fall where they may, Lucy reckoned. If she conquered this proud man, this former Grand Buck, what was London society?
“And I am desperately in love with you. Adam.”
He grabbed her hand and kissed it, exuberant because he knew — at last — that his suit was successful. And he had more things to tell her.
“I’ve a new set of watches for you to take,” he said eagerly as Lucy bounced on his lap.
“With jewels?” she asked, her own enormous jewel glinting on her hand.
“Of course, nothing but the best for my little thief.”
“I’m not a thief!” she cried. “I merely needed to ensure sufficient support for our child.”
He nuzzled against her ear. “I think you enjoyed taking them.”
She considered his point and shrugged. “What else?”
Adam chuckled. He loved her like this. Loved her in all forms, but especially loved her hungry and demanding, and in control of both of them. She’d run his household expertly and keep him entertained always.
“Shoes. An entire wall. You merely need to visit the cobbler. They’re expecting you.”
She hummed, working herself on his cock as if she’d done this a million times before.
“How would you feel about a pretty little lady’s maid of your own?” he asked, fondling Lucy’s nipple and feeling her clench around him. Whether it was at his words or actions, he didn’t know, but it felt like heaven on his freed cock.
“Of my own?” she asked faintly.
Adam ran his fingers through those curls at the nape of her neck, and she shivered.
“Yes, a girl to dress and undress you, wipe your body when you emerge from the bath, and organize your collection of pocket watches and handkerchiefs. And perhaps, if you’re both amenable, you might like to play together. ”
“You wouldn’t be angry?”
“Angry that my wife is being kept wet and pleasured by her lady’s maid? Hardly. Though I might come home from my offices rather randy.”
“Oh,” she gasped, feeling his hand drift over her growing belly to the nub that was straining for him.
“I might struggle to get out of my cage,” he said. “I’ll be so hard thinking of you all day.”
“You’ll keep wearing it?” she asked hopefully.
“As long as my wife consents to lock me in,” he said, with equal hopefulness.
“That can be arranged. I’ll keep your key on my chatelaine,” she whispered in his ear. His strokes within her channel and over that needy bump were precise, the product of long experience now devoted to her pleasure.
“I’ll be hard each time I hear you walking,” he whined.
Lucy bounced more forcefully in his lap. “That's the idea. You’ll also be wet and primed, won’t you? Your little cock ready to be taken out for my use alone.”
“Fuck, Lucy,” he groaned into her shoulder. “I’ve been hanging on, but I can’t when you say things like that.”
“Are you going to come inside?” she asked hopefully.
“But I promised not to.”
“We have time to train you, my love. Release in me.”
Lucy caught sight of that ring on her finger and let the light hold her attention until Adam hit a spot that sent her spiraling over the edge, taking him with her.
“Luce, I’m gonna—if you don’t—tell me—”
“Come inside of me,” she said, rocking through her last waves of orgasm and setting his loose.
***
In the wake of their coupling, Lucy collapsed against Adam’s chest, his softening cock still within her.
“You’re inside of me,” she said, rubbing her hand on his midnight stubble.
“Am I?” he asked, his cock jerking in response to her warning squeeze.
“In more ways than one,” she said, thinking of their growing baby.
He turned them so her back was against the bed. “I’m not merely within you. We are each other, Lucy. And we’ll grow together further until this marriage is a tree with a great trunk and many branches.”
“You’re quite the poet, Adam Chevestrer. But I know you, and what you’re really saying is that you want to get me with child over and over.”
“I’m not not saying that, Mrs. Chevestrer, you clever girl,” he said before thrusting his reawakened cock into the woman who had stolen his heart and would soon be his bride.
THE END