Chapter 1

She sighed contently as she lay in the arms of the man she loved; the man who truly understood her. David Clarke. Their bodies were intertwined as they lay there, the afternoon sun cascaded through the balcony doors. She was happy.

"Victoria please, let me take it off…"

"No David, Conrad laces and unlaces it. He would know in an instant if it had been taken off and without telling him the truth I can't think of a valid reason…"

"No, you're right I just wished you weren't married to that monster!"

Victoria Grayson (the Duchess of Oxford) had been married to Conrad Grayson for four years and together they had a son Daniel. The marriage hadn't been one that Victoria had sought and in fact she had done almost everything she could to get out of it and although it had ultimately been her choice, the nuptials had been forced upon her by her mother. Victoria did enjoy the lifestyle that came with the title however she was lonely. Conrad was either out dealing with estate matters or his many investments and when he was at home he still chose work over her. She, in instant, would have changed any of the dresses and big houses and London Society in order to find happiness and fulfilment. She had managed to struggle with the cage of her life for three years doing exactly what was expected of her. Then he came along. David Clarke- one of minor investors involved in Conrad's latest project. They had first met at a 'Midsummer's Eve' ball that Victoria had hosted in order for Conrad to make business deals and since that blissful night nearly a year ago, the two had embark on a dangerous love affair.

Sweet kisses on her arms brought her back to present day.

"David, you need to go. Conrad could be back any moment." He stopped kissing her, groaned, stood up and began to dress.

"When will I see you next?"

"I cannot say just yet…" She trailed off. They both felt pain at their farewells. After he finished dressing, he kissed her forehead and climbed over the balcony leaving Victoria in a state of euphoria. She was still lying in bed half an hour later when she suddenly remembered the dinner that she was hosting that evening. Cursing, she quickly got up and rang the bell.

"The red would look nice, Your Grace." Ashley Davenport, the Duchess' maid commented as both her and Victoria were standing at the closet deciding on what she should wear. Victoria was still stood in her corset and petticoats after her afternoon activities. She often spent the afternoons like that if Conrad was out and particularly enjoyed the feel of the golden sun on her bare skin as she lay in bed with her lover. It was rare that it took place anywhere else as Conrad would surely wonder where his wife was but the possibility of getting caught added to the excitement of it.

"I don't want to wear red… I will wear the white silk…" She could still feel his kisses engulfing her arms. Ashley turned towards the other side of the closet to retrieve the dress when she saw Conrad Grayson standing in the doorway. Realising he had been seen by the young maid, he gestured for her to leave. Quickly Ashley placed the dress on the chaise lounge and exited the room. Victoria remained in her trance like state not noticing her husband.

"I always thought you looked good in red, but then again I think you look perfectly fine without clothes." He said alerting her to his presence. She spun round to greet her husband. "Turn around my dear." She obeyed him, well aware of his intention. Conrad slowly began to unlace the corset lace by lace. All Victoria could think about was how relieved she was that she had said no to David earlier that afternoon. His hands were softly caressing her back and in an instant the corset was flung to the floor. His lips trailed kisses along her neck, across her shoulder, slowly down her arm… oh how she wished the man kissing her was David Clarke. His lips…that smile…that kiss.

The plush bedding felt soft beneath her as Conrad pushed her gently onto the bed. Its softness brought her back to reality and her husband who was laying kisses on her chest before her reached her breasts. He took the left in his mouth and began to zigzag his tongue across the nipple eliciting a moan from the woman beneath him. Desire and lust glowed in his eyes and she knew that a part of her should feel the same but instead she was praying for it to be over. Conrad's hands slide down her body until they reached the petticoat; similar to the corset, this too was discarded on the floor rapidly. He was hungry for her as he fervently pressed kisses on her stomach leaving goose bumps on the now exposed skin.

Victoria knew what she had to do. She hesitantly reached up and started to unbutton his shirt only to be stopped by his hands. They took over the unbuttoning and soon he too was topless. However he still had his trousers on. His roaming mouth had reached her inner thigh and rather than leave a path of kisses he softly yet hungrily sucked the delicate skin. A small moan escaped her lips. After what seemed like too long and a failure at getting a proper reaction from her, he excruciatingly, slowly slid a finger into her folds. The touch sent a shiver through her body. In…out.. in… out… in… out…

"It's incredible how the slightest touch can gave the most euphoric pleasure." He smirked.

"Conrad, we can't, our guests will be arriving any moment…" even she could sense the weakness in her voice. He responded to her comment by adding another finger to the situation. The two fingers pumped in and out, in and out. Victoria focused her thoughts on the ceiling above her head as she managed to refrain from moaning in pure elation. She wanted to buck her hips against his fingers but knew that if she responded in such a way, she would feel as though she was betraying David. However all self-control went out the window when Conrad's mouth was added to the equation. The wet muscle slowly ran across her nub gently caressing it before he sucked so sensuously that all Victoria could focus on was how hard the orgasm would come. Sensing the beginning of the contractions, Conrad removed his mouth from her vagina leaving her in pleasurable agony. But it wasn't for long as soon after he removed his remaining clothes and entered her inner depths. A cry escaped her as he pumped in and out of her.

Within minutes, her body squeezed around him and the pair were in ecstasy. He was determined to not lose control but her screaming his name made it near impossible as she stared up at him; her eyes filled with lust matched his. She was still trembling from her first contractions when the second set began and he prayed to God that she climaxed before him as his own became more intense. Finally he came, filling her inside with his juices. The magnitude of sensation engulfed her in a world of elation and brought on her second orgasm.

Neither spoke for a while silently listening to the others ragged breathing and the clock tick by. It took Conrad quite some time to remember that they were supposed to be entertaining that evening yet neither was ready. Sighing he sat up and climbed out of the bed pulling his drained wife out of bed with him. He redressed himself as Victoria stood in the centre of the room trying to find out where exactly her corset had gone but to no avail. Finding her petticoat and undergarments on the floor in front of the door she pulled them on. Once he had finished dressing, he turned to her, the corset in his hand. Tenderly he wrapped it around her chest and began to slowly lace it back up lace by lace.

"I was right… you do look good with no clothes on." He said before he kissed her neck one last time and left the room. Victoria stood there dazed for some time before she rang the bell… again.