The Duke and The Governess

by Lyndsey Norton

  ‘Call me John.’ He bade her. ‘And in my hands is a very safe place to be.’ He plucked the pins from her hair and it tumbled over his hands in a silky, sable waterfall. It felt heavy as he lifted it in his hands and watched the lamplight reflect off it.

  ‘John.’ She whispered as if testing the name and then smiled at him. ‘Then love me.’ Jessica said, lifting her chin in a defiant manner. ‘Seeing as my mother didn’t believe I needed any advice for my wedding night, I have absolutely no idea what to expect!’

  ‘Then let me enlighten you.’ John mumbled against her lips as he took them in a searing kiss, making Jessica moan. He slowly pulled the shoulders of her gown down her arms. ‘Undo my cravat.’ He whispered and Jessica pulled the stick pin from it and inserted it like a needle at the bottom of the leader which she pulled on next, watching the silk bow bounce apart, the material smooth in her fingers as she untied the knot and unwound it. ‘Now, the shirt.’ She pulled his shirt from his britches and then manoeuvred her arms out of her gown. Her fingers didn’t feel like hers as they slid from button to button, burning upon his skin. ‘Now push the shirt and my jacket off in one go.’ He murmured again and looked down on her face as she stroked her hands over his pectorals, pushing the garments over his shoulders to drop onto the carpet at the same time as he released her gown to slither over her hips and puddle about her feet.

  Jessica inhaled sharply at the well defined muscles in his chest and stroked her palms over him, gently scraping her nails through the coarse hair on his chest. ‘So firm.’ She murmured, ‘not soft and flabby.’ She traced a fingertip around his aureole without realising its erotic reactions and she seemed fascinated when his nipple went hard. ‘It’s gone hard!’ she said in wonder and John shook his head.

  ‘That’s not the only thing that’s gone hard! Can I do that to yours?’ he asked impertinently and stroked his thumbs over her nipples as he cradled both breasts. He felt her body jerk and bent his head to nibble on the hard peaks protruding through her chemise. Jessica moaned and set his passion ablaze.

  ‘God! Let me love you.’ he demanded and picked Jessica up, crushed her to his chest and strode to the large bed. Resting one knee on the edge for balance, John gently laid Jessica in the centre of the bed, then he stood back and his boots thumped onto the carpet as he yanked them off his feet. He didn’t want to remove his britches just then. He didn’t want to frighten her and as he felt his manhood was going to explode any second, she might be intimidated by the size. He smiled sinfully as he noticed Jessica’s hand trying to cover the apex of her thighs and he reached for and slowly removed her slippers, which he tossed over his shoulder to land on the carpet next to his boots. Next he released her garters, making her gasp as his fingers caressed her thigh as he slowly slid her stockings down to her ankles, before he whipped them off her feet and flicked them onto the floor. He climbed up beside her and gently pulled her into his arms, where he started again to kiss and caress her body, stroking almost every part of her. She almost purred like a cat being stroked, as she felt that his hands were everywhere at once and certainly his lips touched her in intimate places, like the inside of her elbow and the back of her knee, making her shiver with desire as he ignited the fires of her passion. John smoothed his palm firmly over her buttock, across her hip and over her back.

  He lifted the ribbon to her chemise. ‘May I?’ he asked softly and she nodded, but still closed her eyes in embarrassment when he revealed her breasts. But John was lost. ‘Lovely!’ he murmured and traced his lips down the slope of her breast until they encountered the puckered crest. He kissed it, licked it and then he sucked it and Jessica’s body arched for him, thrusting her breast against his mouth. Jessica moaned and writhed as his hands slowly removed her chemise before exploring her lower body and she clutched his hair in her fist. In a roundabout way his fingers made it finally to her pubic hair and she gurgled as he stroked his fingertips through it. ‘Open for me Jessie?’ he asked softly as he looked at her raised knees that were tightly clamped together. ‘Open your thighs.’ He gasped as he watched her legs fall apart and he looked down to see the sable thatch at the apex of her thighs. Ever so slowly he trailed his fingers over her mons and down the crease of her labia. Persuasively he manipulated his fingers between the folds of skin and suddenly he felt the hot flood of her arousal. ‘Oh! God! Jessie!’ He muttered, ‘you’re so wet.’ He slid the tip of his middle finger down to her weeping vagina and then slowly back up her silky core until he found her dainty clitoris. Jessica’s hips lurched upwards off the bed as his touch galvanised her. ‘I need to taste you.’ John whispered and traced his tongue and lips over her body until he was poised between her thighs. ‘You’ll love this.’ He murmured and slowly licked up her labia until he could gain entrance to paradise. He placed his hands on her inner thighs to hold her legs apart as his tongue delved between the folds and she gasped as his tongue found her vaginal opening. Gently and persuasively with every lick and suck, he brought her to her first ever orgasm and was gratified to hear her almost scream in ecstasy as her body arched with every contraction of her vagina.

  Jessica was shocked when he put his mouth between her legs, but was willing to leave it in his capable hands. He said she would enjoy it, but nothing prepared her for the onslaught of sensations. Her legs quivered, her belly trembled and she was aware her body was striving for something. But she was astonished when her orgasm burst like a tidal wave washing over her head. The sensations were incredible and indescribable. She was stunned when her hips fell back onto the sheet and he removed his mouth with one final slow lick. He looked up at her and smiled. ‘That was both delicious and beautiful.’ He lay down beside her again. ‘Your first?’ But Jessica was too dazed to speak. He smiled and stood to take off his britches, watching her heaving chest and admiring her spread-eagled body.

  ‘Wha...’ she cleared her throat. ‘What was that?’

  ‘That was your first orgasm.’ John said and she turned her face to look at him. ‘The first of many, I hope.’

  Her eyes traced over his fine body until they came to rest on his penis, jutting arrogantly from the nest of curls in his groin. ‘Oh! My!’ she murmured and she started to giggle.

  ‘What’s so funny?’ he demanded and placed his large hands over his enormous cock.

  ‘I’m not laughing at you, Your Grace.’ She said still tittering as she looked up at the canopy. ‘I’m laughing at the old Earl asking me to suck his cock!’ She smothered more laughter. ‘His wasn’t even half that size and so wrinkled it was disgusting. He used to shake it in my face and demand I suck it!’

  ‘Why would he do such a thing?!’ John asked in horror at his importuning.

  ‘Because he was convinced I was a grasping whore and had engineered the marriage to his heir!’ She said and the smile died on her lips. ‘He was an abusive old man and I’m glad he’s dead!’ she said vindictively.

  ‘Well!’ John said briskly. ‘Let’s not talk about him, then!’ He said as he lay back down beside her, pressing his rigid cock against her thigh. ‘So long as you aren’t laughing at me.’ He said and gently kissed her lips. ‘And my name is John.’ She nodded. ‘Say it.’

  ‘John!’ she said on a breathy sigh as his hand enfolded one breast and his mouth engulfed the other. He moaned as the supple mound filled his hand and the button of her nipple jutted into his palm. Slowly he smoothed his palm over her breast until his fingers could tweak the nipple. She jerked as he rolled it between his finger and thumb. ‘Do you want me to suck on your cock?’ she asked sibilantly, surprising him.

  John groaned as he sucked on her nipple until it popped out from between his lips. ‘Don’t tempt me.’ He muttered as he shook his head. He looked at her in the lamplight. ‘No, my love. If I let you do that, our night would be over.’ He manoeuvred over her, settled his hips in the cradle of her thighs and rested the head of his penis at the opening of her vagina. ‘I’m going to love you properly instead. You will feel discomfort or maybe
even a sharp pain as your maidenhead breaks, but I promise it won’t last for long.’ He manoeuvred her legs, with her knees up, until they were in a comfortable position.

  She frowned up at him. ‘How do you know my maidenhead is still intact?’

  He smiled softly at her. ‘Your innocence shines like a beacon, my love. It is blatantly obvious you have never been in this position before.’

  ‘No.’ she looked down at his lips. ‘But then I was supposed to be standing up against a tree with my skirts around my waist.’ She said as she looked into his eyes to see his reaction and saw only laughter there. He saw the frown of confusion in her face and stroked his fingers over her brows.

  ‘I may fulfil that piece of gossip one day.’ He smiled softly and kissed her gently. ‘Now, my love. I need you to relax.’ She inhaled and blew out a deep breath as she nodded her head.

  Slowly and inexorably John increased the pressure and pierced her tight, wet passage. He groaned deep in his chest and Jessica felt the rumble of it against her breasts even as she felt invaded, stretched, filled to capacity. Her body was telling her to move and she lifted her hips to accept his penetration. John gasped as her hips lifted for him and he moved quicker, until he came up against the resistance of her hymen. ‘This may hurt.’ He whispered and dropped his lips onto hers, taking the gasp of pain from her mouth as he sheathed his full length in her. John held himself rigid and waited for her fingers to relax on his shoulders. He kissed her passionately, mimicking what he was doing to her body with his tongue. He felt the tension release from her body and her hands relax. He slowly removed his lips from hers and looked into her wide eyes. ‘Is it fading?’ She nodded her head and smoothed her hands over his shoulders.

  ‘Love me, John?’ she begged, ‘please?’

  ‘As if I could refuse, at this point!’ he smiled at her and pulled back almost to the point of withdrawal before sliding back in to the hilt. God! She’s so tight! He thought as the walls of her vagina squeezed against him and her hips lifted to join his in a carnal rhythm as old as time. Each glide in made Jessica gasp as she experienced new sensations and emotions, as John kept up an uneven tempo, pushing slowly in, but withdrawing even slower. Jessica felt that tightness in her belly again and she could feel her body almost demanding more from him. ‘Oh! God, Jess.’ John groaned out as he increased the speed a little and felt her body arch in demand and her nails bite into his shoulders. He looked down into her face, only to see her heart shaped mouth open in an O of surprise and the glaze of passion in her eyes. He drifted his lips over her face and tried to hang on to his control as he evened out the rhythm and increased the tempo yet again. Carefully he supported his weight on his left arm as he reached between them and slowly stroked his fingertip over her clitoris again. Her body was galvanised and a grunt was expelled from her throat, even as John felt the first ripple of the tiny muscles in her vagina milching his penis.

  ‘Oh! John! Help me! I’m falling!’ Jessica gasped as her body convulsed and she gripped his hips in her thighs like a vice as he pushed in to the hilt and let his orgasm wash from his toes to crash inside his cranium, every tendon rigid, every muscle tense at the exquisite rush of his seed as it burst against the mouth of her womb in a tidal wave. At the moment the tension came off his muscles with an explosion of breath, he realized what he’d done. Shit! He thought I just came inside her! Why did I do that? He asked himself as he opened his eyes and looked down on his hearts desire. That’s why you did it, stupid! Because you love her and you’d like nothing better than to see her carry your child.

  Slowly she opened her eyes and looked up into his. ‘Tell me what you’re thinking?’ he whispered.

  ‘I’m thinking that was unbelievable.’ She whispered back and stroked her fingers through his hair. ‘Utterly amazing!’ she sighed. ‘Is all sexual congress like this?’ she asked innocently, making him smile.

  ‘Only with the right partner.’ He murmured.

  ‘So it wouldn’t have been like this with David Caruthers?’ she asked as John slowly withdrew and rolled onto his side with a deep sigh.

  ‘Probably not.’ He said softly and stroked his hand over her shoulder as she turned on her side to face him.

  ‘Why?’ she asked so innocently he wanted to cry.

  He pulled her into his arms and cradled her head on his chest. ‘Sex...’ he looked down at her face. ‘...intercourse, like we’ve just had, is something intimate and private.’ He sighed. ‘It’s not something that should be engaged between strangers. But unfortunately in our world most marriages are like yours. Two people who have absolutely no passion for each other or even know each other are suddenly thrown into the bedroom and you are supposed to trust each other.’ He stroked his hand over her hair and rested his palm on her shoulder. ‘You are supposed to trust him not to hurt you and he’s supposed to trust that you won’t laugh at him.’ He smiled. ‘A woman needs to be aroused, that’s why I kissed your most intimate of places.’ He said with a wider smile and looked down to see her cheeks flush. ‘If you aren’t wet, it’s painful, for a woman,’ he said the smile dropping from his face, ‘very painful and strangers rarely have the necessary arousal in the first place. A wedding night can be many things, from purely exquisite, like this,’ he gave her shoulder a squeeze, ‘to a nightmare of pain, accusation or even horror.’ He wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her forehead. ‘There is nothing in the world so devastating as being unable to perform. Especially for a man.’ He sighed again. ‘The one thing a man cannot fake is sexual arousal.’ He looked down at her and she could see the tears glistening in his eyes. ‘If it won’t go hard, you can’t perform the sex act.’

  ‘Has that happened to you?’ She whispered and stroked her palm over his chest.

  ‘Yes.’ He croaked as he tried to stop the heartache bursting out of him. ‘With Victoria on our wedding night.’ He closed his eyes. ‘I never loved her in the first place, and was forced into marriage by my mother’s nagging and her absolute fear of social failure.’ He laughed suddenly. ‘She didn’t realise that because I was a duke she couldn’t possibly become a social outcast and all the rumours about Victoria were just that, rumours. Rumours are ten a penny on the ton and it’s stupid to take them to heart, but for those that do, it’s devastating for the transgressors,’ he looked down again, ‘like me and you. The gossip about you was cruel and unjust. I knew it at the time, but I wasn’t in a position to make an offer, otherwise I would have.’

  ‘My father wouldn’t have had to frog-march me to the church if you’d been stood at the altar waiting for me.’

  ‘Is that what he did?’

  She nodded. ‘He told the vicar I was a minor, so that I couldn’t even speak for myself.’ She sobbed suddenly and the grief of that event burst from her. ‘They wouldn’t even believe me!’ she sobbed and he held her tight as her body was wracked with her distress.

  ‘My mother wouldn’t believe that Victoria Asquith wasn’t my mistress or that she wasn’t pregnant with my child until six month after the wedding, when Victoria was still sleek and dancing, instead of vomiting and expanding.’ He sighed. ‘Do you know? I’ve always considered Elizabeth your daughter?’

  ‘You have?’ she asked as her tears dried. ‘Why?’

  ‘Because I was drunk and thinking of you the one and only time I managed to have sex with my wife.’ he smiled slowly, took her hand from his chest and laid it on his flaccid penis. ‘I was in my study, drowning my sorrows again, and I thought of you, naked over my desk and what I would like to do to you.’ As he spoke, she was amazed to feel his erection grow. ‘And that’s what happened.’ He said looking down. ‘I could only ever get hard thinking about you!’ He frowned then, ‘but Victoria suddenly appeared in my study and in my drunken haze I thought she was you.’ He sighed and snorted. ‘I even remember calling her Jessica, but I stripped off her clothes and took her over my desk, brutally, I’m sorry to say, but I was drunk and she didn’t complain about it until she started wi
th the morning sickness and then it was the end of the world and all my fault.’ He squeezed her again. ‘She blamed me for the pregnancy, she hated every second of it and her one constant wish was for it to be over and how she hated the child within her.’

  ‘This is making you sad.’ Jessica whispered and slowly stroked her hand over his tumescence, making it grow even more. She gasped as she felt it pulse under her palm and become as hard as iron. ‘So silky.’ She murmured as she enclosed his shaft in her fingers and squeezed gently. John caught his breath as a spike of lust shot through his member. ‘Maybe I should suck your cock anyway.’ She whispered and slid her face down his chest. ‘Will it feel nice if I lick it, too?’ she asked and John could only groan as her tongue slid over the head of his shaft.

  Jessica was hoping that she wouldn’t disappoint him, not realising that was impossible. She clutched him firmly around the base of his shaft and slowly drew her tongue across the head, tasting the saltiness of his arousal as well as feeling the silky texture. Slowly she circled the head, before she engulfed the tip and slid her lips over the crown. Gently she sucked and heard John groaned again as he lifted his hips. Delicately she flicked her tongue over the head at the same time as she moved her hand upwards and then downwards in a slow erotic rhythm.

  John looked down at her and was astonished to see her kneeling over him like some sybaritic nymph from an ethereal scene. Her dark hair cascading down her back and over her far shoulder forming a dark backdrop making her appear luminescent, her peach shaped bottom resting on her tiny feet and her lips, plump and red from kissing him, slipping over the head of his penis as her hand worked him. It was like an erotic dream, one he’d had too many times. The waves of pleasure washed over his body as he clutched his hand into her hair and almost relinquished his control, but his presence of mind stopped him from ejaculating down her throat and he yanked himself out of her mouth at the same time as he tugged her head away. ‘Stop.’ He croaked hoarsely. ‘Please stop.’