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Table of Contents
The Duke’s Dilemma
The Duke’s Legacy
The Duke’s Disciples
The Unlikely Maid
The Duel
Maid for Mischief
The Duke’s Betrothed
The Duke’s Demand
The Accidental Duke
Maid’s Night Out
The Maid’s Dowry
The Maid’s Return
Love Comes Twice
The Bride’s Claim
The Tailor’s Bride
Wyoming Bride
The Outlaw’s Bride
Texas Orphan
Love Strikes Gold
Hungry for Love
Ace of Hearts
Arizona Dream
Trapped by the Duke
The Rogue Duke
Yield to the Duke
The Duke’s Prize
The Duke’s Love
The Perfect Duke
The Imperfect Duke
The Improper Duke
The Maid’s Diary
The Duke’s Resolve
The Duke’s Ghost
The Duke’s Intended
The Duke’s Curse
Duke by Mistake
By Mutual Consent
The Duke’s Demand
Terms of Employment
Forbidden Love
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The Duke’s Dilemma
Regency Romance
By: G.G. Lacoste
The Duke’s Dilemma
It is a Fabulous Life II
The Duke and Duchess of Bolla
Introduction –
When she finally stopped rolling she lay flat on her back, completely out of breath and exhausted. She just couldn’t believe what was happening to her. She had been so dedicated, so loyal and so committed to them both.
She satisfied every single one of their sexual needs. She couldn’t understand why they were doing this to her. Jealousy didn’t seem to be a strong enough reason for such a brazen move.
She was in such a hurry to run away, she had not noticed that two caretakers had followed her. They stood at the edge of the pasture watching her every move. Apparently, they had been ordered to keep an eye on her at all times. So they did what they were asked and it was then that she forged a plan.
That night, after all of the lights went out in the manor, she packed up all of their belongings. Earlier in the evening, Ella Grace had stuffed as much food and supplies as she had available to her. No one had noticed a thing out of the ordinary. She stuffed a linen in the sack as well. She grabbed anything and everything that she thought might be of use to her.
Chapter I – Things Can’t Stay The Same
Ella’s visit with her family was short but it was rejuvenating nonetheless. It seemed to do her heart good to spend a few days of quality time with her loved ones. And when she returned to the manor, she expressed gratitude to her employers for offering her one of their finest horses for the long trip.
It was late when she finally made it back home. The house was pitch black and she stumbled through the living area trying to make her way back to her bedroom that was located in the very back of the manor.
Unfortunately, in her rush, she stubbed her toe on a sturdy stack of wood that sat by the fireplace. It wasn’t there before, she thought to herself as she pursed her lips. She had a bit of a limp when she fumbled over her own feet as she trudged on.
She was so tired that all she could do was unlace her ebony boots and throw them to the side of the room, out of way. She had a big yawn as she lay back on the soft fluffy pillows.
Ella Grace was exhausted from the long ride back and did not have the energy to even undress. The hour was very late and she needed to get some rest if she would be worth anything the following morning. In a matter of moments, she quickly drifted off to sleep.
She slept very well but not for very many hours. The next morning she was abruptly awakened by the cockle-doodle-doo of the rooster just below her bedroom window. She had left the window open to let the cool breeze blow through and it was left that way. The crow of the rooster was so loud that she buried her head in her pillow, trying to make it go away.
Ella yawned and stretched her limbs out as far as they could reach. It always felt so good to loosen herself up in the morning. She squinted her eyes as she let out a long sigh in unison with her yawn.
It was early. It was also the morning of the day that the court would meet. Bearing in mind that it would most importantly be a time when steadfast inhabitants of the township would take their turn going before the Duke and Duchess and let their voice be heard without fear of retribution.
It didn’t matter if it was a misguided impression, an apprehension, or a grievance that the person would express, each and every one were put in the docket to be heard by the Duke and Duchess.
And this day would not be dissimilar. Individuals were furrowed around the outside of the secured manor. The sentinels surveyed the crowd ensuring that no one would become disorderly while they waited for the strong gates to be opened.
On that particular day, there seemed to be a longer wait than usual. No one really knew why things had been delayed for so long. They had been asked to be patient and to wait a little bit longer for their time to present their arguments.
But what they were not privy to was that Ella worked tooth and nail to prepare the individual gifts that would be doled out following each procession. It wasn’t very often that the Duke and Duchess were kind enough to share their bounty, but that day, that was exactly what they planned to do.
The crops had been bountiful that year. There had been plenty of rainfall to nourish the plant’s growth. There were fine specimens of each kind of vegetable. Ella set wicker baskets side by side by side as far as the eye could see.
Each basket was being filled with four ears of sweet corn, twelve stalks of okra, two hands full of split peas, six wild pears, and two more hands full of bitter cherries. Ella was growing more and more excited as she placed more and more goodies in each basket.
She knew how excited the people of Bolla would be to have such a lovely gift bestowed upon them. And there would be a complete surprise as well. They had absolutely no idea what would be coming their way. And as she imagined the looks that would come over their faces and how it would make them feel, she could not help but to grin from ear to ear.
The Duke had also called for
the processing of a fair amount of grains, which were loaded into small mounds of butcher paper and tossed in beside the six russet potatoes and ten new potatoes on the far side of the wicker basket.
She could hear the crowd getting louder. She was moving as fast as she could. It was when she heard her name bellowed out from far down the long winding hallway that she flicked the last pieces into place and she was done.
They looked absolutely edible. But they would not be carried out until they were requested and only one at a time would be presented. Those were the instructions that she was given and that was what she planned on doing.
Finally, all of the decision makers had found their way to their overstuffed brick red seats. The caretakers swung the gates open wide and allowed the people to come in. They were advised to take their time when entering and to stay in a single file line. They were to stop at the darkened doorway of the old mahogany front door and to move no further inside.
Chapter II – Call The Court To Order
Duke Lucas called the meeting to order by dropping the gavel. The horde stopped shuffling their feet and grew quiet as they anticipated their turn to express their reconciliation. One by one they were called into the court before the Regents.
Several adults had taken their turn when an unlikely visitor was noticed in attendance. It was not very often that a child wandered into the proceedings. In fact, that might have been the first time that it had ever happened. He carried a dull silver bucket in his small hands. His little hands had indentions from the handle cutting into his skin.
As Ella poked her head around the corner to see how long the line was she noticed the little tike. His wily blonde hair stood straight up in back much like a rooster’s comb. His button up shirt was half tucked in and half out. His suspenders and shoes were dirty, caked with mud.
Ella walked over and asked the child,
“Boy….. What is your name?”
His lips were moving but no sound seemed to be leaving his mouth. She shook her head trying to figure out what he was trying, unsuccessfully, to say. So she chimed in again,
“Speak up child. I said, tell me your name…..”
He gulped very loud as he softly muttered the unexpected words,
“I do not have a name madam….”
“Well, that is not even possible….. Mark my words young man, if you do not tell me your name, then you will get a thrashing…….,” she threatened.
He rubbed his red eyes and rolled his lips at the same time and when he wouldn’t answer her, she snatched him up by the back of his arm and whisked him away outside. When they got out on the hard red clay, he lost his footing and fell down on his hands and knees producing a cloud of dust.
She started working her finger vigorously as she gave him a piece of her mind. She said,
“Blah…. Blah…. Blah….. Respect….. Honesty….. Blah….. Blah…… Blah.”
At least that was what the boy heard as one single solitary tear rolled down his soft pink cheek. He looked up at the scary woman as she looked down at him not knowing what to say or what to do. He rocked back onto his bottom with his knees raised and his arms behind him as he watched and waited for her to finish.
But he was getting more and more ambivalent by the second. So, he dug his long fingernails into the dirt, getting it caked inside of them. He squinted one eye shut and tilted his head to the side as the sun peeked around her wobbling, bobbling head. He wondered if she would take a breath any time soon. It didn’t seem like she would.
Then she said,
“Young man…….. Who are your parents? Where do you live my child? Just tell me or show me?”
She grabbed his hand and led him down the worn cobblestone road that ran through the center of the township. They walked and walked before the boy saw something that looked vaguely familiar.
A man in dilapidated trousers and a dirty button up shirt made his way down the side of the road on past them. Obviously, he had somewhere to go and someone to see when he got there. He nodded at them as a friendly greeting. The man’s rough wooden cane shook under his hand as he walked past them.
A few steps later, the little boy reached his tiny hand up and tugged at her sleeve, trying to get her wandering attention. It took her a moment or two before she felt him pulling at her. But when she finally did, she knelt down beside him and asked,
“What is it? Do you live near here? Show me……”
He pointed his bony finger between the general store and the local tavern. She scrunched her forehead, confused by his navigation skills. She followed him anyway as he led her in between the buildings and around to the back.
There were plants growing wild back there. The weeds were taller than he was. She looked down at him to see what he would say, but there was a blank look on his sweet dirty face. And just then, she feared what was coming next.
She followed him past the weedy field into a thickly wooded area. He led her to a small clearing in the meadow. He then walked over to a very small, dark owl hole. It was burrowed in the hard red clay and up high enough that he had to climb to get to it.
He showed her how he crawled up into the opening, just as he did every day. Ella put her hand over her mouth, trying not to blurt out something hurtful that would embarrass the child.
Once he was settled in the hole, he then showed her how he slept there every night. Her heart was moved by his sheer determination to survive these unacceptable circumstances. She wondered how he had sustained himself and how long he had been out there. He then climbed down and picked some berries from a nearby bush.
She then knew that it was his heart of gold that had kept him alive and the kindness of strangers that left food for him nearby. Apparently, someone knew that he was out there and surely they must have seen that he was growing up wild like an animal.
She didn’t know how or why he was in this situation but that it was most certainly not his fault and she would not let him continue this way.
She reached out her hand for him to take ahold of but he jerked back away from her instantly. She squinted her eyes not knowing exactly what to think. They walked back to the manor together, even though it wasn’t hand in hand.
It dawned on her that he most likely had been telling her the truth when he claimed to have no name. She believed him and when she looked at him she saw a malnourished and disheartened young man. Her heart sank for him. She got a lump in her throat as she tried to clear her voice.
Then and there she knew that fate had brought them together. She would be his caretaker and watch after him while he grew up and matured. He deserved that. He deserved a chance to come into his own as a young man and not just as an abandoned child.
She did not know what had happened in his life, nor did she care. She just wanted to look after him. She knew at that moment that it was her destiny to step up to the challenge. The two entered the manor and she fetched him a loaf of bread and a glass of milk for a snack and they sat down and ate together.
Chapter III – Patience Is A Virtue
Hours turned into days and days turned into weeks. There was no doubt that time was passing faster than they wanted it to. Ella was doing some cleaning while the child played with stones on the floor. Then she heard her name being called from the royal family’s wing and she knew that probably something was wrong.
Even though it turned her stomach, she had to go. When she got there, she was aggressively ordered to disrobe so she did. The child was taken from where he was happily playing, back to her private chambers and locked inside for safekeeping. He was afraid and he crawled under the oversized bed and curled up in a ball like a baby kitten.
Duke Lukas said,
“Get down onto the floor on your hands and knees. You will scrub the floor so clean that it will sparkle. You will no longer have the same freedom as you formerly had. You will be kept on a very short leash.”
The duke watched over her while she worked. She took the sudsy bucket in her delicate hands and dipped
the brush into it. She started scrubbing the dirty floors. That was a task that was usually designated for the youngest servants and was not ever asked of the more faithful long-term helpers.
The duke was moving his head steadily from side to side in unison with her movement. Her curves swayed generously as she worked. She figured that she needed to impress him if she was going to get back into his good graces. Her big ass jiggled as she scoured the floors and her big tits bounced back and forth.
The Duchess had walked into the room and was standing beside the Duke as they watched. Duchess Bethany got so aroused that she reached over and unconsciously rubbed Duke Lukas through his clothes. Then she reached in and pulled his erection out of his peephole. He was nice and long, even at rest, as she stroked him over and over again.
Then Ella turned her back to them both. They gladly kept watching as she moved. Her bottom end was up in the air and they loved seeing her asshole. It turned them on tremendously. Ella knew what she was doing. She wiggled her ass from side to side playfully for them. She looked back over her shoulder and gazed into their wanting eyes.
Duke Lukas motioned for her to move closer to them. In truth, he liked that she had a little meat on her bones. Also, she looked nothing like his betrothed who had a thin and waif shape. Deep down in his heart, he wanted curves and needed to watch jiggling as he pounded her from behind. That was his favorite position.
The Duchess stopped stroking the duke and rose to her feet. Ella peeked out of the corner of her eye as the Duchess removed her clothes, one piece at a time.
Both women, now naked, disrobed the duke as well. Duchess Bethany grabbed a handful of Ella Grace’s pretty hair and yanked it back towards her. Her body flew haphazardly on top of the Duchess.
Her wandering hands made their way around to Ella’s voluptuous breasts and cupped them sweetly in her hands. She rubbed and massaged them both equally and generously. The Duke moved in closer, seeing his opportunity at hand.
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