Chapter One

 

The duke always found that watching a woman disrobe for him was a pleasure that never faded. He had mistresses and whores the length and breadth of the country and could have any of them undress for him and obey his most outrageous demands without question, but he regarded the act of disrobing, performed by a new woman, as an hors d'oeuvre - something to be savoured before the main course and he savoured the sights and sounds each time as if coming to them fresh. Much as a gourmet might roll an amuse bouche around his mouth before swallowing.

But that was if the woman was a willing accomplice in the licentiousness that was to follow.

If she was not - then the delight was multiplied a hundredfold.

And the woman before him now was most definitely not willing. And she was beautiful.

Alfred Gascoine, the Duke of Loughmore settled himself more comfortably in his chair and ran his eyes lovingly over the woman. He was an expert in assessing and valuing female flesh and this morsel was pure gold.

Her thick black hair was bound up, not too severely tied back, at the back of her head, accentuating the perfection of her heart-shaped face with its fine cheek bones, large, dark eyes and cupid's bow lips. Her predicament was making her cheeks flush and she looked utterly charming, he decided.

The white lace panel of her bodice was rising and falling as she breathed, deeply and rapidly, accentuating the size and depth of the breasts beneath it, they were almost out of proportion with her slender torso and he would be willing to bet that when naked and seen from behind, they would swell out sideways beyond her ribs.

What a man of his experience and depravity couldn't do with breasts like that!

Her waist was trim - even without her corset she would be shapely - and her hips swelled out smoothly to where the long skirt flared and fell gracefully to the floor. Her hands were pressed together in front of her groin and her fingers were nervously intertwining.

She licked her lips, a little pink tongue emerging briefly from between the scarlet lips. Alfred would make a sizeable wager on her cunny lips being neat and girlish with little or no inner lip on show between the outer lips when she wasn't aroused. He made no move to alleviate her anxiety, just sat at his ease and waited for her to break the silence.

"My..." her voice broke and she cleared her throat before trying again. "My husband said I was to come to you, your grace."

"Yes, he made a wager and lost. And like a gentleman he pays his gambling debts - and also like a gentleman, he never pays his tailor!" Alfred smiled at his joke but the woman continued to bite her bottom lip. "Your body was what he wagered Lady Steele," he added.

"Yes, your grace," she whispered.

Alfred got to his feet and went to the window of his house in Bloomsbury. He leaned against the casement, watching the carters passing in the street below.

"And what did he tell you that you were to do?" he asked. Oh how he wanted to hear the words of animal sex and crudity fall from those perfect lips! Her husband, Sir Richard Steele was a fool to risk such a jewel. But now that she had been lost, Alfred was determined to extract his price to the very last ounce he could take from her.

"He...he said I was to do whatever you told me to, until six of the clock this evening."

"And did he give you any clue as to what I might wish you to do?"

"I assume, your grace, that you intend to do what any man would do with a helpless woman."

Alfred turned and smiled at her. "I am not any man, Madam! I pride myself on my imagination and my ingenuity where helpless women are concerned."

Lady Steele raised her chin in a move of defiance that set Alfred's pulse racing. She was going to resist him!

"Your reputation goes before you, your grace."

Not just a beauty but a quick witted one.

He went towards her, towering over her slight figure but she looked up at him steadily, although fearfully.

With a sudden movement he unbuttoned his coat and shrugged it off. She flinched.

"So tell me, what is it that 'any man' might wish to do with a helpless woman?" he asked.

She swallowed and looked down, her cheeks flushing even more. "He.....he would......make love to her."

"Love? Do you love me, my lady? Do you believe that I love you?"

"No, your grace."

"Then I shall not make love to you. So tell me what it is that I shall do with you."

"Your grace...I... do not know...."

"Yes, you do." He put one finger under her chin and lifted her face, her eyes were bright with the start of tears.

"You're going to.......rav-"

"Tsk! Tsk! You are here willingly, how then should I ravish you? Tell me plainly what it is you think I shall do." He held her eyes as she swallowed again and then whispered.

"You're going to.......fuck me."

Alfred smiled at her discomfort. "That and more, Madam. That and more! Now undress please. Does your husband bugger you?"

"What?" Her voice broke in outrage.

"Come, come! It is plain enough. You have a charming body I am sure, does your husband use your arse for his pleasure?"

"No! No! He does not!"

"You mean to say that he has not buggered you," Alfred continued smoothly.

"No he has not....done that."

"Lady Steele! Tell me plainly please as your husband would want!"

"No, your grace. He has not....buggered me." Alfred sighed in pleasure at hearing the crudity drop form her lips. It was a small first step, but a step nonetheless! "Now I believe I told you to undress..."

He returned to his seat while Lady Steele gazed round the drawing room in horror.

"Here, your grace? But...but the bedroom....?"

"Is where we shall go in a minute, now undress!"

In broad daylight and in a drawing room, how shameful for her! He watched in delight as she reached behind her to begin undoing her dress.

"NO! Let your hair down first!" he barked, making her jump but immediately her hands flew up and her fingers began to unpin the chignon.

When she finally shook her hair out, it fell in thick, shiny black waves almost to her waist and made her look even more lovely. Keeping her eyes averted downwards she again reached behind her and began to unbutton the bodice of her dress and eventually eased it forwards and slipped her arms out of the sleeves. The skin of her shoulders was pale and flawless, like her face, having no pockmarks or scars of childhood illnesses. Her corset was plain but stoutly whaleboned, the stays flared out from her waist and up to her breasts, forming a kind of palisade in front of them, defending them. But they couldn't disguise the richness of the flesh mounded up behind. The merest hint of a tawny crescent at each peak betrayed her areolas. She let the bodice fall forward and stood, crossing her arms across her chest in a girlish attempt at modesty. She looked up him, her eyes imploring now.

"So far, my lady, I am holding your husband's debt to be on its way to being acquitted, however it is still far from being fully paid."

She nodded hopelessly and reached behind her again to unlace the skirt and then furl it down her legs. When she was free of it, with just a glimpse of ankle from beneath her underskirts as she stepped away from it, her torso rose from the froth of white underskirts, slender and graceful but with the swell of her breasts retaining all their promise. She did not look at him again but instead concentrated on ridding herself of the skirts, revealing satin knickerbockers. Here she could go no further. Beneath them her cunny would be naked.

Alfred stood up and went to her again; and again she looked up at him, afraid but still with some flickering defiance in her enchanting eyes.

"Now we shall repair to my bedchamber," he said and stepped back, gesturing that she should go first, however he ensured that he reached the door first and opened it for her.

"The servants have been given the afternoon off," he assured her as she quailed at the prospect of venturing out of the room so shamefully undressed.

As he followed her to his rooms, Alfred watched the sweetly rounded buttocks shift and sway beneath the thin satin of the knickerbockers that ended at her knees. Beneath them her legs were covered in sheer, black, silk stockings and her calves were as well shaped as the rest of her, he felt sure that her thighs would be just as perfect and his cock twitched in anticipation.

She turned to him as soon as they entered the bedroom with its massive four poster.

"Carry on, Lady Steele," he told her.

With a soft sigh she surrendered and unlaced the knickerbockers, letting them fall with a faint whisper to the rug. The stockings came up to mid-thigh and he had been right, they were long, smooth skinned and not too sturdy, not too thin. She faced him with her hands crossed hopelessly at her groin. Alfred simply gestured at them. She put them behind her back and revealed a luxuriant bush of soft, dark pubic hair at her delta.

"Who puts your stockings on, my lady?" he asked, noting something.

"My maid."

"She is lacing the garters too tight. They are making a line on your thighs."

While she looked down and saw the indentation the garters were making, Alfred strode past her and unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off and sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Come here!" he ordered. She needed guidance now, she needed to feel she had no choice and so could not be blamed for what was about to happen to her.

She came towards him and he parted his legs so that she stood between them. He reached out and saw her flinch as his hands approached her body.

He laughed softly. "I know what the whispers and rumours about me are, my lady," he said. "However, if you are minded to make a wager with me, I wager you will change your mind by six of the clock." He laid his hands gently on her smoothly rounded hips. Feeling the warmth of her and the smooth, young skin.

Still with her hands behind her back, making her look like a naughty schoolgirl, albeit one who was half naked, Lady Steele replied, "I am not a betting woman, your grace. Indeed, from where I stand now I see better than many the folly of gambling!"

Alfred laughed. He was finding her company very agreeable.

"Well spoken! Very well no wager then, but do not be afraid. I intend you no harm, but bend over my left thigh please."

She looked up in alarm. "But you said..."

"I said no harm, my lady. But a spirited young filly often gives a better ride if it is warmed up a little before being mounted. Now do as I tell you." His last words reminded her of her obligations and very stiffly she leaned forwards over his thigh, resting her hands on the bed beside him. He sighed. "Bend, madam. Hands on the floor!"

She bent and Alfred was presented with one of the most charming arses he had encountered in several months. The buttocks were proud and tight with no crease yet at the junction with the thigh and even though she kept her legs pressed together he could see the neat little purse of her cunny, tidy and plump, squeezed between the thighs. He was tempted to prise open the buttocks to examine her better but decided that pleasure would have to wait. He intended her to leave him wanting more

He raised his right hand and brought it sharply down across both buttocks.

"Ow!" Alfred grinned at the outraged tone of the yelp and hit her again, not using his full strength - not yet.

"Ow! Why am I being punished, your grace? I have done nothing - Ow! - wrong!"

Her buttocks swayed and rippled most agreeably and red swathes were already beginning to appear on what he was sure was virgin skin. He carried on spanking her as he replied.

"I told you..."

"Ow!"

"I am not punishing you..."

"Ow! Please!"

"I am preparing you..."

"Ow! You're hurting me!"

"To give me the pleasure your husband..."

"Ow! Oooh!" She began to sob.

"Owes me," Alfred finished with two heavy smacks that left her bottom quivering and thoroughly reddened.

He reached under her chest and lifted her easily to her feet, then spun her to face away from him and began to unlace the corset, giving her no time to protest further. She continued to sob and rubbed at her blazing bottom as he was able to open the corset and toss it aside.

Immediately he reached around her and held her breasts, weighing and squeezing them. They were everything he had hoped for.

He had no intention of letting Lady Anna Steele leave his house without ensuring she would return.

He spun her again, moving her on quickly now so she would obey without thought.

"Kneel, take off my shoes and socks."

She dropped to her knees, sniffing back tears and Alfred watched the broad, rounded breasts quiver as she moved, attending to his feet. When they were naked she knelt back.

He reached down and pulled her to her feet by her nipples.

"Aaah!" she gasped as she hurtled upwards to relieve the hurt as he squeezed the rubbery little nubbins and felt the delicious weight of her breastmeat behind them.

He stood up as she did and released her nipples but reached behind her immediately and drew her to him so that their naked skins touched. He took a fistful of her hair and dragged her head back so he could bend down to kiss her on the lips.

They were soft, warm and giving, she made muffled sounds of protest and struggled briefly before opening her mouth and returning the kiss. He knew and she knew that she had no choice but to accept whatever he did and she was finally allowing herself to surrender.

With one hand he reached down and found the soft bush at her pubic mound. There was a momentary, muffled gasp as she felt his hand there and then her legs parted.

Alfred slid his fingers under her and felt a sizeable, hard clitoris before he found her entrance. She was as warm and moist and open as he had hoped and two fingers easily pushed up into her.

She moaned deep in her throat as she felt herself penetrated. He twisted his fingers and made beckoning motions inside her, rubbing his palm hard across her clitoris.

She cried out in pleasure as he broke the kiss and looked at how her face - eyes closed, had softened and was relaxing. He reflected that it was probably the most foreplay she had ever experienced. He worked his fingers inside her for a few moments more then he half bent and scooped her up in his arms quite easily and placed her on her back on the bed.

Quite naked now apart from stockings and low heeled shoes which she hurriedly kicked off, Lady Steele gazed up at him, flushed now with arousal, bright-eyed and eager. Why shouldn't she enjoy this, she was just obeying her lord and master; Alfred knew the mindset - he had encountered it many times before, young women, the daughters of well-to-do families married off for financial or breeding purposes and either ignored until they could no longer deny their own natures or carelessly bartered away like Lady Anna.

Either way the duke stood ready to help them.

He unbuttoned his britches and slid them down his legs. His cock had hardened up well during the spanking and at the feel of her breasts, now it sprang fully to attention.

"Oh my!" Lady Anna breathed.

Alfred wondered if it was the first cock she had seen in broad daylight. But as he climbed onto the bed she lay back and opened her legs wide for him. He reached down and aimed himself for her before he let himself down onto the soft warmth of her body and she enfolded him in her arms as she felt him slide into her, filling her, spreading her. She had heard of the duke's member - which lady in London hadn't? And now here she was, impaled on it and loving every moment, secure in the knowledge of her innocence of any collusion.

Alfred began to move inside her, thrusting, withdrawing, rotating his hips, using his cock to stimulate every inch of her sheath and grinding at her clitoris with his pelvis. To begin with she made no move to respond but as he continued to ravish her beyond the point where her husband would have spent and rolled off her, she began to move. Slowly he felt her hips begin to rock up to meet his thrusts, and at his furthest withdrawal she began to swing them, to invite him back in and groaned in increasing pleasure as he thrust back and she met him.

He raised himself after a few minutes and looked down at her. Her face was alight and she looked back up at him in something like wonder while her perfect little white teeth were displayed between her lips in a broad, excited smile.

And he hadn't started yet!