‘Fuck me, Robin?’ She murmured and he felt a spike of arousal straight in his groin.
‘I intend to, my sweet, just be patient.’ He moved his fingers and made her gasp. His manhood was already at half mast, so it wouldn’t take much longer. He returned his attention to her sex and slowly removed his fingers, before he lightly licked her from vagina to clitoris and back again.
‘Yes!’ she gasped as her hips rose again.
When his throbbing penis was erect, he slowly moved over her body and rested his penis at the entrance to her. ‘Do you want this?’ he asked provocatively.
‘Yes.’ She whispered and looked him straight in the eyes. ‘More than anything!’
‘How would you like it, Your Grace?’ he murmured. ‘Hard and fast or slow and tender?’
‘Both or either,’ she gasped as she tried to move, ‘I don’t care which! Only fuck me, Robin!’ she almost screamed.
Robin thrust into her with no finesse whatsoever, and proceeded to fuck her as if she was a common whore. His buttocks flexed with his haste and the force he used. Harriet was alive under him as he stroked in and out of her body. She grunted with each thrust in and whimpered at each withdrawal, Robin thought she sounded like a pair of rusty bellows. Her first orgasm took him by surprise, as he had barely entered before she was convulsing, but he gave no quarter and continued to thrust harshly. He could feel his testicles cramping and tried to hang onto his control. ‘Come for me!’ he demanded brutally and slipped his hand between them, tormenting her clitoris until her next orgasm exploded like a tropical storm making her scream. He ejaculated in a rush of hot semen, his rigid body shuddering at the force of his climax. As his body relaxed, he looked down on the woman tied beneath him, to see wonder on her face and tears on her cheeks.
‘That...’ she gulped for breath, ‘...was fantastic.’
Robin kissed her gently as he reached for the ties. Carefully he released the bonds on her wrists, gently rubbing the marks made by the ribbon. ‘I aim to please. Madam.’ He whispered as he laid his face in her hair.
‘Oh! Robin!’ burst from her. ‘I’m going to miss you.’ she whispered in his ear.
He jerked his head up to look down on her. ‘Miss me?’ he frowned. ‘Where am I going?’
She lightly stroked her fingers over his brow. ‘Our time is at an end. My husband is due back tomorrow and I won’t have anymore freedom.’
‘No!’ he almost shouted, pulled himself out of her body abruptly and climbed off the bed. ‘You can’t.’ He said as he released her feet.
The turmoil that statement caused Robin was immense. His emotions, the ones he wasn’t supposed to have, were roiling as he reached for the brandy decanter and splashed some of the amber liquid into his glass and drank it straight down as he perched on the counterpane.
‘He’s my husband, Robin.’ Harriet said as she curled on her side. ‘I have no choice. I’m his property.’
‘What if I’ve made you pregnant?’ he demanded with all ducal arrogance.
‘Then my husband will claim it as his own and if it is a son it will be a ducal heir.’
Robin was already shaking his head. ‘No, Harry, I cannot allow it.’ He slammed the glass down and turned to her, gathering her up in his arms. ‘You’re mine. My soul mate.’ He buried his face in her hair. ‘The only woman I’ve ever loved.’
‘It doesn’t matter if you love me, I cannot divorce him. I can’t do anything.’ She sobbed.
‘Do you love me?’ he asked in a little boy voice that made her heart turn over.
‘You know I do.’ She whispered and lifted his head off her shoulder to softly kiss him. ‘Nobody has ever made love to me like you do and I find the thought of making love with my husband a most unpleasant prospect.’
‘Is he brutal?’ Robin asked harshly.
She shook her head slowly, ‘No, not brutal. Inconsiderate, selfish, bland even.’ She sniffed. ‘He takes his pleasure and then goes. He leaves me frustrated and feeling unclean, as if I’m a brood mare and he’s doing his ducal duty to beget an heir but finds the process distasteful.’
‘Then I hope I’ve made you pregnant. Because then he will have no need to take you again.’
‘Now it’s your turn.’ Harriet said as she sat up.
Robin willingly moved to the centre of the bed and Harriet trussed his wrists in the ribbons. ‘Are you comfortable?’ she asked softly. When he nodded she smiled. ‘Then we shall begin.’ She said and gently placed her palm over his manhood. Slowly she stroked her hand over his testicles and penis, watching with a soft smile as it hardened and lengthened dramatically. She clasped her fingers around the girth and stroked him, up and down from base to crest, gently squeezing her fingers at the top. Robin stared her in the eyes and writhed in ecstasy, but his breath was halted in his throat as she dipped her head and sucked on the head of his penis while she continued with her ministrations.
With her knelt over his groin and her perfect bottom sitting on her feet, she looked like an ancient sex goddess. He closed his eyes as the exquisite suction brought him to another orgasm. He felt his testicles cramp and murmured ‘...you should move your face...’ as his body started to lift and jerk, she sat back on her feet and watched him ejaculate over his abdomen and chest, continuing to massage his manhood slowly until it was soft and quiet.
She retrieved the ruined gossamer gown from the rich Aubusson carpet and wiped the sticky residue from Robin’s heaving chest. Slowly she slid her body over his, until she was lying on him and she wooed his body with gentle kisses and soft caresses, until his mast rose again. She felt it twitch against her stomach and smiled wickedly at him. ‘My! It seems as if something is waking up.’ Slowly she slid her body down his, until her face was over his groin and slowly she sucked and licked his testicles, before she licked his engorged penis.
There is nothing in the world that beats a beautiful woman sucking your cock!Robin thought salaciously and gasped as she climbed onto her knees and straddled his hips. He groaned as he felt the soft, slick heat of her cleft as she slid it along the length of his erection, before she took him in her hand and guided him into nirvana. He watched the ecstasy on her face as she slowly lifted and sank on his throbbing shaft. Again her orgasm was violent as she collapsed onto his chest murmuring, ‘Oh! My love, that was sublime.’
‘I’m so glad you enjoyed it!’ the Duke of Albany said as he strode across the room. ‘You’ll get to enjoy the rest too!’ he spoke viciously as he grabbed Harriet by the hair and wrenched her body off Robin’s softening manhood. Albany looked at Robin, trussed up and smiled evilly. ‘And you can watch, you bastard!’
Robin bucked and shouted, making his wrists bleed with his desperation to get off the bed, but the ribbons were too strong even for him. He watched in fascinated horror as Albany raped and beat his wife, until she was a trembling mass of bruised, bloody flesh.
He stood over her battered body as he calmly folded up the bloodstained flap of his britches.
‘I think I’ve been a little remiss with you, my dear. I didn’t realise you were into bondage. I’ll have to get something sorted out for tomorrow night.’ He looked speculatively at his bleeding wife. ‘Perhaps a punishment frame would suit?’ He laughed coarsely. ‘I might even be able to find a cat to go with it!’
‘I’ll kill you!’ Robin said from the bed.
Albany looked at him coldly. ‘You’ve done enough already. But don’t worry; you and I will decide this tomorrow morning in the park. Pistols at six, by Lancaster Gate.’ He slammed the door on his way out. Robin tried again to get free, but every time he pulled on the ribbons, the silk just tightened and his hands were turning black from lack of circulation.
There was a delicate tap on the door. ‘Your Grace?’ a maid said softly as she opened the door a crack. Robin kept quiet so he didn’t frighten the only hope he had away. The door opened a little more and then the maid saw Harriet’s bloody body on the carpet. ‘Your Grace!’ she said in horror and opene
d the door wide. Closing it quickly, she moved to Harriet’s side and then she saw Robin. ‘Oh! My Lord!’
‘Quickly, cut these blasted ribbons, so I can check on your mistress!’ he said calmly and jerked his chin towards the knife on the tray beside the decanter.
The maid rushed to the tray, snatched up the knife and with one slash parted the silk her side of the bed. She tried to hand Robin the knife, but he couldn’t grasp it. ‘Please?’ he begged and the maid was struck by not only the pale colour of his face, but the look of horror in his eyes. Suddenly she understood. They had been caught by the Duke. Not that she was surprised. She slashed the other ribbon and Robin flew off the bed.
Gently he grasped Harriet’s shoulders and turned her over, clutching her trembling frame to his bare chest. He looked up at the maid. ‘Can you send for a physician?’ She nodded and handed him a wet flannel. Carefully he wiped the blood from Harriet’s beautiful face and sobbed as he saw the swelling around her eyes, the blood running from her nose and her swollen lips.
‘What did he do to her?’ the maid whispered in shock.
Robin looked at her and shook his head. ‘You don’t want to know.’ Carefully he got up and lifted Harriet back to the bed. He settled her gently onto the silk and the maid spread an eiderdown over her battered body.
Robin went to the washstand and rinsed her blood from his hands and tried to crush his rage at her treatment. He liked to think if he came home and found his wife in bed with another man he would wonder why, before he offered the blackguard to a duel. He couldn’t see himself taking it out on her, but then all men were different and dealt with shocking events differently.
Robin dressed carefully; making sure his cravat was tied perfectly and his coat wasn’t wrinkled.
‘Do you know where the Duke is now?’ he asked the maid as she returned.
‘I understand he’s gone to White’s, my Lord.’ She replied quietly.
‘Thank you.’ Robin said softly and returned to the bed. He stroked his palm over Harriet’s hair, smoothing it off her face. ‘I shall deal with this matter, my love. I don’t want you to worry about him again.’ He leaned down, pressed his lips gently to her cheek, her body jerked in response and the trembling worsened. He looked at the maid. ‘Stay with her. Don’t leave her alone for a moment.’
‘Yes, My Lord.’
Robin had quietly left and gone to Almack’s. He was greeted affably by the young bloods in attendance and found Viscount Allen in the card room.
‘Pikeston! Join us for a hand?’ David Allen had bellowed at him.
‘I’d rather not. I have a favour to ask, if you could withdraw before the next hand?’
Allen nodded. ‘Be with you as soon as I’ve emptied this pot!’ he said and threw down a King of Hearts. ‘Trumps!’
Robin wandered away and found a quiet corner and ordered a bottle of Claret. It didn’t take long for David Allen to join him. David had been a long time friend and confidante, so Robin felt comfortable telling him every thing that had occurred in Harriet Farrington’s boudoir.
‘In front of you?’ David Allen gasped in shock.
‘Yes. In front of me.’ Robin said sadly. ‘I was tied to the fucking bed! I couldn’t break free otherwise I would have torn him apart with my bare hands!’
‘So, you need a second. I’ll be happy to accompany you.’
‘Thank you.’ Robin said and sighed in relief. They had spent the rest of the night at Almack’s after the lock in and were served tea and toast at four o’clock.
At dead on six o’clock Robin was walking under the trees beside St. George’s Row, pistol in hand and listening to the mediator count the steps. He was filled with rage at the way Albany had treated somebody so beautiful and precious. When the count reached twenty, Robin turned, cocked his pistol, aimed and fired all in one smooth movement. His ball took the Duke straight between the eyes. He calmly walked over to the body and stood looking down on him, remembering every punch and thrust of his treatment of Harriet. ‘I’d say that has sorted you out!’ He spat. ‘Now you’ll never touch her again, you bastard!’ and he laughed like a hyena. He could feel the madness in his laugh and struggled to control it.
He left the park quickly and went straight to Hanover Square. When he arrived, he was greeted with the news that Harriet was dead!
‘Dead?’ he gasped at the butler. ‘How?’
‘I’m sorry sir, but I can’t tell you that. His Grace’s orders.’
‘Well, His Grace is dead on his back in the park, so tell me what happened with Harriet.’ Robin said forcefully as he pushed his way into the house. At that moment the Harriet’s maid appeared her eyes red from crying.
‘Oh! My Lord. I’m so sorry. I only stepped out for a moment.’
Robin grabbed the poor girl by the arms and shook her. ‘Tell me what happened.’
‘His Grace came to see her before he left for the park, My Lord, and he threatened her with a whipping and said you would be dead before sun up.’ She sobbed again. ‘I only stepped out to ask for some tea and when I went back in the door, she’d stabbed herself in the throat with the knife I left on the nightstand!’
Robin’s knees buckled in shock and he slumped down in the hall.
‘Lord Pikeston?’ The Butler pricked his grief, calling him by his proper title.
‘Can I see her?’ he asked softly and the maid took him straight to Harriet’s bedroom. She had been laid out properly. All traces of blood had been washed away and she looked calm and at peace. Robin gently kissed her cold lips. ‘Thank you,’ he said calmly to the staff and promptly left to go home. He took his carriage to Regent’s Park and walked around for at least an hour, trying to assimilate how everything could change so suddenly. In his solitude he cried for Harriet and his loss of a warm hearted woman, that he’d loved with an unrivalled passion. Eventually he retuned to Grosvenor Square and dragged his feet up the steps.
Havers greeted him at the front door. ‘Good morning, My Lord. His Grace would see you in his study.’
‘What does my father want?’ Robin asked in a dead voice.
‘I’m afraid I don’t know, my Lord.’ Havers said evenly and took Robin’s cloak, hat and gloves.
Robin knocked on the study door and waited, hearing the come in he turned the knob and walked into his father’s wrath.
‘Good Morning, father.’ Robin said evenly.
‘Is it?’ Thomas demanded harshly. ‘I saw you kill the Duke of Albany this morning, so how could it be good?’
‘He deserved it!’ Robin spoke angrily and without caution.
‘Why did you just gun him down, without a care for the rules?’ Thomas shouted. ‘Was it just to feed your reckless nature?’
‘No! But I won’t stand by and watch a man rape and beat his wife!’
‘What business is it of yours?’ Thomas shouted louder, vexed with his son. ‘If Albany wants to tie her to a punishment frame and give her the cat o’ nine tails, you have no right to interfere. She’s his wife!’
‘I loved her!’ exploded from Robin’s throat. ‘And that bastard killed her as if he took a knife to her throat himself!’
‘What?’ Thomas demanded ‘Harriet Farrington is dead? Jesus Christ, boy, what have you got yourself into? You do realise the Bow Street Runners have been here looking for you?’
‘That’s not a problem for you, father.’ Robin said coldly. ‘You’ll soon fix that.’
‘I have no intention of fixing it.’ Thomas said just as icily. ‘I can’t fix it. You murdered a peer of the realm and the runners are looking for you specifically.’
‘That’s not fair!’ Robin spat his anger rising.
‘What is not fair is that you expect me to be able to extricate you from your own stupidity, again!’
‘It wasn’t stupidity!’ Robin hollered, his control of his temper waning fast. ‘You have no idea what happened last night and I couldn’t just let him get away with it.’
‘It wouldn’t have happened at a
ll if you kept your cock in your britches!’ Thomas bellowed. ‘How could you be so stupid as to fuck Albany’s wife?’
Robin glowered. ‘I didn’t expect to be caught!’ he said viciously.
‘Well you were!’ Thomas still shouted. ‘You were caught fucking the wife of a Duke and the first thing you did was call him out!’
‘I did not call him out!’ Robin shouted.
‘Why are you shouting so loud?’ Kitty asked softly from the door. Thomas looked at her in horror and Robin turned towards her.
‘Get out!’ he shouted ‘this isn’t any of your business! Get out I say!’ and he chased her out of the door. As it shut he sighed and was just going to try and explain the night’s events to his father. He sighed and turned back only to receive his father’s right fist in his face. It was such a shock that he fell back against the door. He struggled to retain his temper and not retaliate.
‘Leave this house and don’t ever come back.’ Thomas said coldly and quietly. ‘I will disinherit you in favour of Charles, there will be no more money and you are not welcome at any of the family estates.’ Thomas walked to his desk and picked up a sheaf of papers. ‘Here is a ticket for the Caribbean, the ship sails at teatime, so I suggest you pack what you need and make haste for the Pool of London.’ He held the paperwork out.
By this time, Robin had lost all reason and he snatched the papers from his father’s hand and stormed from the study, slamming the door behind him.
When he got to his room, he sat on his bed and dropped his head in his hands.What happened to my life?He asked himself, disbelief vying for a place alongside the shock he felt at Harriet’s death.Yesterday I was happy, how could everything change so fast?
‘My Lord? I’ve packed you a bag of necessary items.’ His valet said from the dressing room.
‘Thank you, Bates.’ He looked at the man that had looked after him for his whole adult life. ‘I’m sorry I won’t be able to take you with me.’
‘I understand, Sir. I don’t think I’d like the tropics anyway, a little bit too hot for me!’ He said with a cheeky smile.
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