by Nancy Wells
“Your Grace, a woman who claims to be your aunt wants to see you,” the maid said. “What do you want me to do?”
Emily had wished that she never had to see the face of that woman again. She did not want a reminder of her pathetic life in the cottage. She was a naïve girl back then, thinking that her aunt would protect her from harm. Little did she know that her aunt was the one she needed protecting from.
“Escort her to the parlor and send a footman to inform my husband,” Emily said.
Emily left her room, surrounded by her maids. She descended the stairs like a true duchess and faced the woman that had caused her nightmares. When she stood before her aunt, she did not see a powerful woman but rather an old woman who walked with the support of a stick. Elliot’s tutelage had made her so confident; she could face her aunt without trembling in fear. Emily curtsied and took a seat on a sofa.
“Have a seat, dear Aunt.”
Emily pointed to a seat away from her. She held her breath when her aunt came towards her sofa and sat beside her. Her aunt was looking at her fine clothing and expensive furniture with greedy eyes. Emily did not like where her mind was headed. This was her home. She would not remain silent if someone tried to take her happiness away from her.
“You look mighty fine, Emily. Is the duke treating you nicely?”
Sitting beside her aunt as she showered her with fake love made Emily sick to her stomach. She was fawning over her like a loving mother, but in reality, she never treated her with kindness, least of all love. She belittled her all her life, not wasting a single moment to make her feel worthless. Emily was not sure about the purpose of her visit.
“I am doing well, Aunty,” Emily said. “Elliot is a wonderful man.”
Emily was deliberately calling him by his name because she wanted to make a point. She wanted to inform her aunt that her plan did not work the way she intended. Her aunt sold her to a cruel man, hoping he would kill her one day, but she had no idea that she did her a favor by bringing him into her life.
“I am happy for you, Emily.”
Sitting beside her aunt on the sofa as she lovingly patted her hair was the most despicable act she had to endure at her aunt’s hands. These same hands had been used more than once to bring her excruciating pain. How many nights had she endured, lying on her cot, shivering from the chill and ache in every joint of her body that was caused by her aunt’s stick? Emily was not a dimwit to fall for her antics now. There was a selfish reason for her aunt’s visit. Sooner or later, she would reveal her real intent behind this social call.
“Thank you,” Emily said.
Emily sighed in relief when she saw Elliot coming towards them. There was no emotion on his face. He looked the same as the first time she had seen him, gorgeous yet dangerous. The loving husband was replaced by the ruthless duke that was feared in the whole village. He took a seat on the other sofa in front of them and kept staring at her aunt. He did not offer any warm welcome to the woman. Her aunt, on the other hand, acknowledged his presence with a bow of her head.
“Your Grace, I was reminding my niece about the time she asked for an apple and I had to sell my shoes to buy her one. It was such a sweet and tender moment.” Her aunt broke the icy silence in the room.
Of course, Emily remembered the true story. She was thirteen at the time and had not eaten anything all day. She could not recall a single day when her stomach was not empty while living at her aunt’s house. She had asked for one bite of the apple her aunt was eating and her aunt had thrown a shoe at her head. Emily unconsciously touched her forehead where the shoe had caused a bump once.
“Are you here for more money, madam?” Elliot asked, suddenly. “Is that why you came knocking at my door?”
Emily looked from him to her aunt. Her aunt was fidgeting uncomfortably on the sofa. Elliot was right about one thing; Emily had lived her entire life inside a cottage, sheltered from the world. She had no idea about the greed and selfishness of the world. It never crossed her mind that her aunt was here for more money.
“Ever since Emily left, I’ve been missing her,” she lied without shame. “She is my niece. I love her. The house feels empty without her.”
Emily desperately wanted to believe her aunt’s words. Her absence might have made her realize her worth. How splendid would it be if her aunt were actually missing her? Emily wanted to believe her aunt actually loved her, but it was too good to be true.
“Ever since Emily left, you were forced to do all the chores she used to do. You thought if you asked her nicely she would let you live with her. You thought there would be servants to cater to your every need. Am I wrong, madam?”
Even she was scared of Elliot at the moment. His eyes looked like the same soulless pits she first perceived them as. Gone was the kind and gentle man that usually met her in private. This was the man everyone was so afraid of. This was the man who was rumored to have murdered his own wife in cold blood.
“I missed my child. Life without her is so dull. You cannot stop me from living with my child.” Her aunt looked at Emily. “Will you let me stay with you in your grand house, my child?”
Emily wanted to tell her that she could rot in Hell for all she cared. She wanted to tell her that this was her house and she was not welcome here. For once in her life, she wanted to stand up to her.
“You are not welcome in my house, madam,” Emily said, keeping her head high. “I do not want toxic people in my life.”
Elliot smiled when he witnessed a little cub transforming into a tigress. Emily was confronting her aunt with confidence. His assistance was not required. His chest was swelling with pride. When his footman had informed him about the unpleasant witch in his house, he did not wait for a second and came running to rescue his wife. He thought Emily would be scared of her aunt, but her braveness surprised him.
Her aunt looked from Emily to him and started stammering, “You cannot do this. I am your only relative. I have a right to stay with you or take you with me.”
Emily stood up from the sofa and went towards the stairs, dismissing her aunt. She did not have to sit there and endure her unpleasant company. This was her house and she was not answerable to anyone. She looked back one last time towards her aunt, who was throwing daggers at her with her eyes.
“You lost all those rights when you sold me to him.” Emily saw the shock on her aunt’s face. “I am aware of your deceit. You lied to me about him.”
Elliot watched in awe as his wife ascended the stairs and left him alone with her aunt. Elliot did not want to waste his time with the old witch. He was eager to see his wife, naked and in heat. Emily had gained curves and he was always looking for an excuse to touch her.
“I do not want a serpent under my roof, madam. I want you gone before nightfall. If you come near my house or my wife ever again, I will condemn you to the gallows. Do not test my patience, madam. I am not the kind of person you want to make angry. After all, I have murdered before. I have a taste for woman’s blood.”
Elliot was deliberately scaring the woman. He did not want her in his life. Elliot did not wait for her response and went upstairs, taking two steps at a time.
Emily was pacing in her room, worried about Elliot’s reaction. She had left him behind with her aunt. If her aunt told him more lies and he believed them, she would never forgive either of them. She jumped when her door opened. Elliot strode in and turned her around.
“Pardon the urgency, dear wife, but I am in need of your services.”
Emily smiled when she felt him tugging at her dress. She was astonished by the speed with which he divested them both of their clothes. Emily was breathing hard when both of them stood in the middle of the room without a stitch of clothing. He bent down and wet both of her breasts by sucking and licking alternately. When his mouth left her chest, her nipples were hard as a rock. Emily moaned and closed her eyes when he flicked the tip of both nipples at the same time with his thumb and forefinger.
“Tell me somethi
ng, Emily. How do you feel about something going into the small passage of your bottom hole?”
Emily abruptly opened her eyes. There was no humor on his face. She did not know that was even possible. It hurt pretty badly when he had entered her cunny the first time; her bottom hole was much too small to allow anything to enter without causing excruciating pain.
“I feel scared,” she said.
“Do you trust me?”
Emily trusted him more than herself. Her heart beat for him. No matter how much of a discomfort it might cause her, she could not deny him anything.
“I do,” she said.
“Kneel on all fours on your bed and raise your bottom in the air,” Elliot whispered in her ear.
Emily felt a shiver run through her body when he nibbled at her ear. She trusted him to do what was right for her. Emily went to her bed and did as he asked her. She felt his presence when the bed dipped from behind her. He arranged her until she was kneeling on all fours with her legs spread wide. He kneeled on the bed behind her and pushed at the small of her back until her bottom was raised in the air to his liking.
“I am using this oil to make your passage slippery. Just keep still.”
A cold liquid was dribbled in the narrow passage between her buttocks. He brought one finger near her bottom hole and rubbed in a circular motion around the ring of muscle. She held on to the sheets as he started to insert his finger into her hole. When the ring of muscle gave in to the intruding object, a sharp pain made her wince.
“Take it out, it hurts,” Emily whined.
She was trying to stop his finger from entering her hole by clenching her buttocks. She was sweating and breathing hard when the intruding object became unbearable for her.
“The more you resist, the more it will hurt. Relax your muscles and it will not hurt that badly,” Elliot said, calmly.
Feeling angry and in pain, she snapped at him. “Let me shove something in your bottom hole and let’s see how you relax.”
Elliot smacked her on the bottom but she heard his chuckle. He was enjoying this. When she stopped clenching, the pain became bearable for her. There was slight pressure and then she heard a pop as his finger entered fully inside her.
The pain was replaced with a feeling of fullness in her body. Emily did not know what it said about her, but there was pleasure building inside her body from his finger. She liked his finger inserted in her bottom hole.
“Soon, I will put my member inside this hole of yours. You will be begging me for more and more.”
His words sent a chill of excitement through her body. She was aroused by the idea of being taken in her tight channel by his thick member. She moaned loudly, picturing him taking her hard and fast in her bottom.
“Someone is getting excited at the prospect of being taken in the bottom hole,” Elliot said, chuckling.
Nothing escaped his notice. He knew her body reactions better than anyone. She could not hide anything from him. If he checked her cunny, he would find a copious amount of moisture there.
He started to move his finger in and out, slowly. When she got comfortable to its presence, he inserted another finger and she clutched the sheets again. She was breathing hard as he started to move both his fingers inside her.
“Are you comfortable, Emily? Do you want me to stop? Do you want to use your magic word?”
Elliot waited for her answer. Her comfort was important to him. He did not want to make her feel helpless. She could stop this any moment she desired.
“Do not stop, I am fine,” Emily said, hoarsely.
He removed his fingers and poured more oil onto her opening. He smeared a large amount on his member too. Holding her steady with one hand, he lined up his member to her forbidden hole with the other hand.
Emily felt his thick member pushing into her hole. Emily groaned from the amount of pressure his member was putting on her tight passage. He entered her body, inch by painful inch and she felt burned by the intruding object. He would stop every few moments and ask if she was comfortable. He would continue only when Emily would assure him. When he went all the way inside her, he bent over her back and remained motionless inside her.
“You are so tight, Emily. Your hole is strangling my member,” Elliot groaned near her ear.
He pulled out his penis until just the tip remained and then pushed back in slowly. He increased his speed with each thrust. She was feeling full; but the feeling of discomfort was soon replaced by pleasure. Elliot started thrusting harder and her breath quickened. He increased his speed and she started to moan loudly. Elliot was grunting from behind her. Emily could feel herself getting close.
“Scream my name. I want to hear my name from your lips,” Elliot said, pinching her cunny.
“Elliot!”
She screamed his name and started to tremble from the intense feeling of pleasure. She never thought she could feel more pleasure from her back hole than her front channel. Elliot thrust some more and then spilled his seed into her bottom hole.
Lying to her side, Elliot gathered her in his arms. Elliot looked at her face, full of hope and trust. He was elated at the notion that she trusted him more than anyone in the world.
“Do you want me to go back to my own chamber?” he asked.
He did not want to leave her but she might prefer sleeping alone. He liked having her at his side when he slept. He was getting used to her presence in his life. She was a missing piece of the puzzle that brought completion to his life.
“I prefer staying at your side, Elliot,” she said, half asleep.
Elliot sighed in relief. He was afraid she would kick him out of her room. He had never slept with her in this room. This room was her sanctuary and he did not want to take that away from her.
“Can I ask you a question, Emily?” Elliot asked in the stillness of the room.
Elliot was happy, but then guilt seeped in. She was here against her will. He had never asked her about her past love life. He had never bothered to know if she had a sweetheart in the village.
“What is it?”
“Do you wish to leave me?”
She was wondering why he would ask such a strange question. Why did she detect vulnerability in his voice? Had she given him any reason to doubt her honesty?
“No, Elliot, I would never leave you,” she said.
“Thank you,” he said, smiling. “I needed to hear that.”
She was afraid if he kept asking her these questions, she might foolishly share her feelings with him. She would slip and tell him that she was in love with him. If he did not return her feelings, she would be crushed. If he mocked her feelings, her heart would break.
“Emily, was there someone in the village that was very dear to you?”
Emily did not realize the extent of his question. Elliot was in a fragile state at the moment. He was looking for any excuse that might double his guilt. He had never asked her about her prince. The prince she dreamed of could be a boy in the village.
“There was a boy,” she said. “His name was, Willy. He was my only friend.”
Elliot felt like his heart had stopped working. Emily had a sweetheart in the village and he had no idea about it. He wished he was strong enough to let her go, but Elliot had become possessive of her. He wanted to keep her for as long as possible.
“Tell me about him,” Elliot said.
Emily talked about Willy for a long time while Elliot listened in silence. She talked about her little friend for a long time, pouring all her love into it. Emily was missing the child so much that she did not notice Elliot’s reactions. She did not see the misery seeping into his eyes.
She went to sleep in his arms. In the darkness of the night, when he was sure no one would hear him, he said to the sleeping figure.
“Sara broke my heart when she left me. If you leave me, my will to live would be gone. I was not supposed to love you, but you blinded me with your radiance and I became powerless before you. I am a selfish bastard who will not let yo
u have your prince. I want to keep you for myself.”
Chapter 11
Their love was growing with every passing day, but neither of them was aware of the other’s feelings. Elliot’s heart would throb whenever he was around Emily, and Emily’s whole body would light up whenever Elliot called her name. There was no more hateful aunt or a rude maid in their lives. Elliot treated her like a queen. They spent most of their time together. Elliot helped in running the household. At every step, he stood by her side like a loving and supporting husband. He showered her with precious gifts every other day. Emily was not a meek and timid mistress anymore. She was able to command the servants to do her bidding. She was not as fierce as her husband, but that was precisely the reason the servants liked her. She had won the hearts of all of them.
When Elliot and Emily returned from their walk in the garden, the two identical men from their wedding were waiting in the living room for them. The twins stood up when they entered the living room. Emily was a little unnerved by the similar expressions and their synchronized movements. It felt like watching a figure standing beside its reflection. She sat with Elliot on one sofa while they took the other sofa across from them. It was impossible to distinguish between them. Both were equally built and had the same neck-length blond hair. Unlike Elliot, they were not wearing a wig. Their tricorn hats were in their hands. They did not bother to actually wear them on their heads. Their eyes were green with a hint of amber.
“Emily, meet my friends, Shane and Russell,” Elliot said, pointing to the twins. “I have no idea which one is which, but it does not matter because they are both the same. When I say the same, I mean both outside and inside.”
The twins laughed in unison. Emily had to admit their laughter was contagious. Elliot did not bother to crack a smile, but Emily threw away all decorum out the window and joined in their laughter. When Elliot looked at her sharply, Emily thought she was in trouble for not being a proper lady, but when Elliot’s lips curved into a smile, she sighed in relief.