by Delaney Jane
During the bumpy ride, she had sat on his lap, her dress tossed casually over her head and onto the floor, his cock inside her. They moved only when the carriage hit rough bumps, bouncing her on him. They had come together, quietly, kissing, gasping into each other’s mouths, his seed coating her bare breasts and dripping down her belly and over her thighs.
Once back at the inn, she left him and crept up to her room. She needn’t have worried. When she saw her aunt and uncle this morning, they wished her well and asked her to join them for breakfast in the tavern.
They hadn’t even known she didn’t come back last night. She had washed in a basin in her room, dressed, and joined them.
“My dear Lizzy!” her aunt exclaimed. “You eat like that and I’ll think we haven’t been properly taking care of you.” She laughed heartily into her tea.
Lizzy smiled, sheepishly through a mouthful of potatoes and sausage. She slowed, but still managed to eat far more than either her aunt or uncle, which was saying something, as they dearly loved to eat.
She spent the day with them, wandering the small town, buying trinkets from the little shops, and wondering if Darcy ever came to this town the way she often walked to Meryton back home. It pleased and entertained her for a time imagining him giving her a tour of the town, perhaps finding tucked away places to sneak off and have a quick fuck.
She had shaken her head, smiling at a small alcove near a sweet shop. Ever since this whole affair with Darcy had begun, she seemed to think of nothing else except for sex.
And it was an affair. As much as she hated to admit it, that is what was happening between her and Mr. Darcy. Know one could know about it, she would never marry him, nor would he ever ask her again. They simply did not speak for months, and then they saw each other again, they fucked every way imaginable.
She enjoyed this, preferred it. She was not going to marry anyone and give up her freedom and independence. At least, that is what she told herself whenever the thought of being Darcy’s wife began to creep into her mind.
At dinner, Georgiana had been sweet and joyful, shy at first, but once Mrs. Gardiner got her talking, the girl just went on and on. Mr. Darcy had spoken to Mr. Gardiner about fishing and extended an invite to Lizzy’s uncle to fish in his pond at Pemberley. It had been a pleasant dinner. Lizzy spoke little but enjoyed herself very much. Despite her aunt’s teasing them about being close friends, her nerves quieted with some wine and Darcy’s gentlemanly behavior.
In fact, had she not been a bit sore from the night they had spent together, she might have thought it never happened from the way he was acting.
Not until they were finished and seeing the Darcys to the door did his demeanor change.
While Mr. and Mrs. Gardiner helped Georgiana into the carriage, Mr. Darcy stepped in front of Lizzy, blocking her way. She had glanced up, smiling, thinking he had done it by accident, but his dark eyes were serious, his face shadowed in the dying light.
“There are books in my library,” said he, “that I think you would enjoy.” This was an odd thing to say since she had borrowed so many form him already. He spoke before she could say this. “If you would like me to bring them here, leave a candle burning in your window.”
She’d frowned, and then it dawned on her what he was saying. All of a sudden her stomach shot into her throat and she couldn’t speak. All she could do was nod. With a meaningful look, Darcy turned away from her, said goodbye to her relations, and joined his sister.
Lizzy waved goodbye to Georgiana, the girl calling out her wish to see her again soon, and then they were gone.
“My dear, Lizzy,” said her uncle. “You look positively exhausted. Look how pale she is.”
Her aunt cupped her cheeks. “Mmm, you do look a bit peaky. Why don’t you go on up and have a bath? Get to bed early. Tomorrow I’d like to head a little farther north before we return home.”
And so, Elizabeth had gone up to her room and, despite a hot bath in the large tin tub, she could not seem to calm down. She ordered tea brought up, and it came with crackers. She finished it all absently, pacing the room in a thin robe provided by the innkeeper for her bath. She had kept her hair pinned up for the bath and was only now sitting down to take it down, but her uncle was right, she looked pale.
Why, after all their time together, did she still get so nervous to see Mr. Darcy?
Perhaps it was the fact that they had not discussed what they were to each other. On one occasion, she had cursed at him and told him she would rather be his whore. He had once said she was his. What, exactly, were they?
If she were allowing him to come and see her in the middle of the night, in secret, was she not his whore? But he did not pay her in cash. Could the books he lent her be considered payment for her time? She rolled her eyes at the thought.
She wanted no one else and gave herself only to him, so did that not make her his?
Weary of thinking, Lizzy padded to the window. The sun had set and it was dark outside. People milled about in between the buildings of the small town. Music played softly from the tavern below. It was late and the tavern would be closing soon.
Lizzy toyed with a box of matches, shaking it between her fingers. On the windowsill sat a white candle, partially melted, in a brass candleholder.
Below two women flirted with a man by his horse, a group of rowdy men sang as they walked down the street, an older gentleman walked his little dog. Standing back from the window, Lizzy pulled the robe from her shoulders, exposing her chest and then, her breasts. She could go down there and have any of them, let them fuck away the mark Darcy had left on her, making her feel claimed.
She trailed her fingers across her nipples, making them hard in the warm night air. She could take that group of men to bed, let them all fuck her, taking turns with their cocks in all of her holes.
The curls between her thighs were still wet from her bath. She slipped her fingers down between her folds, finding the sensitive nub, and rubbing it in slow circles. She stepped closer to the window, close enough that anyone who cared to look up would see her pleasuring herself.
A man hollered, and Lizzy jumped back her heart racing, but it had only been a driver getting his horse to walk.
Her brazenness suddenly gone, Lizzy pulled her robe back on. She grabbed the candle from the windowsill and made to toss it onto the dresser, but she hesitated. Finally, she set it back down, lit it, and watched the flame dance before the night sky a moment.
She climbed into bed beneath a light sheet, the room warm and smelling like beer and horses and drifted off to sleep.
Cool air ghosted across her bare legs, pulling her from a dream. Rough hands pulled her thighs apart, causing her to stir. A mouth clamped onto her mound, waking her completely.
Lizzy felt a moment’s panic at what was happening, but in the light of the bright moon pouring through the window, she saw Darcy between her thighs, his mouth moving over her hungrily, his eyes on hers. He sucked her nub into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, and Lizzy arched her back, giving him more of her.
He gripped her buttocks, devouring her. He wore his trousers and a white shirt, but he was barefoot in her bed. Lying in bed, he slid two fingers up into her folds, spreading them apart, and licked her from her hole to her nub.
Lizzy drove her fingers into the sheets, nearly wrenching them from the bed, her moans growing louder and louder.
Darcy lifted his head, his lips shining in the dim light, and watched her as he slid two fingers inside of her. She shivered at the feel of him entering her body, his fingers pushing deep, to the knuckle, and then sliding back out. When he pushed back in again, it was three fingers. With that, he brought his mouth back down, sucking and kissing and licking her nub and her folds, the tender part of her thigh where it met her hip.
She bucked and squirmed beneath his mouth, his fingers driving into her in agonizing slowness. He seemed in no hurry to bring her to climax, but she was almost there, so close.
Trying to
urge him on, Lizzy lifted her hip, pressing them closer against his mouth. She even reached for his hand and pressed it deep into her. When she did that, Darcy pushed her hand away and smacked her ass hard. She gasped, heat rushing through her. He had to know that would only spur her on.
She wrapped her legs around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He smacked her again; heat rushing to her face and tingling all over her body. Reaching down, she drove her fingers into his hair.
Suddenly, he shook her off and leaped up onto his knees. From his pocket, he pulled a length of silk ribbon. At the sight of the soft, black fabric between his strong hands, Lizzy’s heart raced. As much as she enjoyed being tied up, she wasn’t going to make this easy for him.
He came toward her, and she rolled from the bed, surprising him, and managing to take a few steps away from the bed before it creaked, and his arm was around her waist. He lifted her from the floor and carried her back to the bed. She flailed, trying to escape, but he threw her down on the mattress, jumping up and crawling over her too quickly for her to escape again.
His grip on her wrists was painful as he tied her to the bedpost, a dark glint in his eyes. From his pocket, he pulled another ribbon, this one fastened in the middle by a rather large red ball.
Her eyes went wide, and she snapped her mouth shut, but Darcy gripped her jaw and forced her mouth open. He stuffed the gag into her mouth and tied it behind her head.
Between her thighs, she was slick and hot, his soft trousers rubbing against the sensitive flesh.
He leaned over her to tie to gag, and when he finished, she dropped her head back onto the pillow, and he spoke into her ear, his voice no more than a rough whisper.
“Did you put that little show on earlier for my benefit, or for someone else’s?”
Her face burned at the thought that he had seen her pleasing herself in the window earlier. But as she had a gag in her mouth, she could not answer him. All she could do was meet his amused gaze with a defiant one of her own.
He chuckled and sat back to gaze at her body in the moonlight. “Now,” he said, “ I can take my time making you come.”
Her body jerked in response to his words, her hard nipples straining for his touch.
Darcy devoured her with his eyes, kneeling between her legs, admiring her glistening curls. With a wicked grin, Darcy slid his hands into the crook behind her knees and pushed her legs over her until she was folded in half, her knees by her ears, her mound lifted into the air before his greedy eyes.
In a moment, his mouth was on her. In this position, there was nothing she could do but grip the silk ribbon above her head.
His tongue swirled and danced over the folds of her sex, sliding from the throbbing nub down to her opening. And then he pushed his tongue into her, deep, and licked her from the inside.
Elizabeth groaned through the gag, her toes curling.
He pulled his tongue from her and slid it back to her nub where he paid special attention to flicking it in such a way that her stomach contracted and her body jerked. He smiled, his teeth grazing her.
Over and over, slowly, lazily, he trailed his tongue from her aching clitoris, down between her folds, sucking them into his mouth now and then, and then pushing deep into her sex.
The slow burn was quickly becoming an inferno inside of her. She pushed against his hands, trying to unfold. She needed him inside her, needed the weight of him on top of her, but he was stronger and held her down easily.
A strangled cry escaped her. Darcy lifted his head, his lips wet.
“Bored?” he teased. She glared at him. She was so near to climaxing that her whole body was shaking. He let her bottom fall back to the bed and straightened. “ I agree.”
She needn’t have protested, even if she could have because he opened his trousers and released his cock. Hard and heavy, it bounced toward her mound, and she ached for it. He stroked himself, watching her as she watched his hand move slowly, spreading the dewy droplets from the tip to the base of his cock.
Leaning toward her, he pressed his swollen head to her opening, just so, and then dragged his cock up to her clitoris, where he rubbed her in slow circles. The heat of him, the slick feel of him against her, was almost enough to send her over the edge. But he stopped as if he knew she was so close.
Crawling over her legs, he straddled her chest, his cock lying in the valley between her breasts. He pressed them together, running his thumbs over her nipples, and began to move his hips, fucking her breasts.
She writhed beneath him. He grinned and reached behind her head to untie the gag. He left the bed only long enough to strip out of his trousers and shirt, and then he climbed back over her, this time facing the other direction. He knelt on either side of her head and lowered his hips until his cock teased her lips.
Desperate to taste him, Lizzy parted her lips and nipped at his penis. He smacked her ass hard for that, a hiss escaping his lips. Her bottom warm from his hand, she lifted her head and sucked him into her mouth.
He tasted of salt and musk and her owns juices. She opened her throat, leaning forward until she felt him in the back of her throat, and then she sucked as he pulled from her mouth.
This time, when his mouth latched onto her sex, he was not slow. He tried, doing as he had done before, but as soon as his tongue pressed into her opening, Lizzy bobbed her head faster, milking him with her mouth. He dropped his weight onto her, forcing his cock deeper into her throat, and drove two fingers into her.
She screamed around his cock and began sucking at him in earnest. He moved his mouth over her clitoris violently bringing her to climax, his fingers fucking her so hard and fast that the sound was indecent and she was dripping onto the sheets.
Finally, wave after wave of orgasm washed over her. He kept his pace even though she had thrown her head to the side, gritting her teeth, his shaft safely out of the way. Not until she began bucking under him, the pleasure going beyond intense, did he stop.
She was left to recover for no more than a few seconds before he was kneeling between her thighs. He took her ankles and put them on his shoulders. Gripping her hips, he positioned himself at her opening.
She was still throbbing down there, her juices sliding between her ass cheeks, flowing with her orgasm.
“Lizzy,” he said, his voice quiet and hoarse. She met his eyes, and the intensity in them left her breathless. The moment she made eye contact, he pushed into her, deeply.
She cried out. No length of time with this man would ever be enough to get used to his size.
Breathless, he said, “You might want to hold on, Miss Bennet.”
She gripped the bedpost above her head. Darcy pulled out until only the tip remained inside of her. There he hovered, his heat pulsing just inside her sex. He slammed into her hard, sharp pain deep in her belly, and then pulled out slowly again, to the tip.
Her first orgasm had not quenched her thirst, and this teasing only made her delirious. She whimpered, her breasts quivering with her breath. When he did this driving and slow pull again, she growled beneath him.
“Oh, Darcy, I can’t take this, fuck me hard, please!” She tripped over the words, still shy despite their time together.
He dug his fingers into her ass, and she realized he was making himself go slow, that he was as desirous of a hard fuck as she.
“Tell me…” he ground out the words, unable to finish. “Tell me you want me.”
“I want you.”
He smacked her ass and slammed into her, pulling out slowly.
“Only me. Say it.”
She hesitated. He watched her, watched his restraint beginning to break as he pumped himself in and out of her opening, barely penetrating. He rubbed his thumb over her asshole.
“I—I want only you.” There, she had said it, declared it. Once again.
But it did what she had hoped. He leaned forward, pressing her legs, folding her in half again. He kissed her, long and hard, and when he finished, he took her ass cheeks in his
hands, pulling them apart, and fucked her.
Using one hand to hold himself up and keep from crushing her, he used the other and wet a finger in her sopping folds as he slammed into her, and then slid that finger down between her ass cheeks and into her asshole.
Her sex clenched around him, and she turned her head, biting her own arm to keep from screaming. Darcy dropped to his elbow and covered her mouth. She thought he only meant to keep her quiet, but his real intention showed when he pushed the side of his hand past her lips and against her teeth. Needing no further instruction, Lizzy bit down on his hand hard.
He hissed through clenched teeth. His hips smacked against her ass as he drove deep into her, his finger rubbing and pressing against her sex from her asshole. He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, nipping it, swirling his tongue over it to soothe the bite. He dragged his tongue up the side of her neck and sucked at the hollow between her neck and shoulder.
He knew that spot drove her mad. She bit hard enough that she tasted blood. He yanked his hand from her mouth, claiming it with his own. For a moment his weight crushed her, and then she felt the ribbon slip from her wrists, and then he was no longer crushing her. Her hands now free, she raked her nails down his back and squeezed his ass.
He slammed into her harder, his cock kneading just the right spot that another climax began to build. She reached between them, meaning to help herself along.
Darcy growled and was off the bed, her body feeling oddly abandoned. He ripped her from the bed and carried her to the dresser. There, hanging on the wall above it, was a mirror.
Elizabeth grasped the edge of the dresser and watched Darcy behind her, as he wrenched her legs apart, took a moment to admire the juices dripping down her thighs, and then drove himself into her again.
Together they watched him fuck her from behind, reaching in front to rub her clit and squeeze her breasts. He buried his face in her neck, and she wrapped her arms around his head.