Elizabeth returned to her home within an hour and quickly run to her bedchambers, she was concerned that the rest of the family could see a difference in her, she certainly felt different for sure but deep down what she felt most of all was sadness, the loss of her innocence she could never get back. Jane joined her in their bedchambers, "Lizzy, are you alright, how did it go?" Jane asked, not knowing exactly what transpires during such meetings.

"Oh Jane, he was gentle for sure. It was painful to begin with but I have never felt such physical feelings before, I am embarrassed to say that after the initial shock of it all it felt rather heavenly."

"So you will be seeing him again?"

"Yes, I will be seeing him tomorrow"

"So soon?"

"Oh yes, he wants this arrangement daily with the exception of my courses, then he is allowing me time off."

"Why your courses?"

"Jane, the act involves down there between your legs," Elizabeth added pointing to her womanhood. Not sure she should divulge such information but as Jane was to be her confident she needed to know what went on.

"What? I do not understand," Jane said with concern.

Elizabeth decided the best thing was to tell all to her sister. Afterwards, Jane just sat there in shock, she had not realised this was how men and women acted but knew that her sister would not give her any false information.

That evening, the Colonel popped into see his cousin,"So Darcy, how did it go with you and Miss Bennet?"

Darcy just sat by the fire drinking what looked like his fourth brandy, he turned and said, "As good as can be expected, I feel so bad Richard. On one hand I have all this guilt but on the other she was exquisite and pleased me tremendously, although I nearly broke down when she cried out in pain."

"Oh yes, the pain, I forgot about that, that bad?" Richard said hissing through his teeth.

Darcy looked up and Richard could see the redness around his eyes. Darcy got up and poured Richard a brandy, "Get drunk with me will you cousin, I think I need to drown my sorrows."

"Not too much Darcy, she's coming back tomorrow and she will smell liquor on your breath."

"Why did I agree to daily and not weekly visits?" he said sighing to himself, "She will think I am a randy ogre by the end of the week."

"Because you didn't think how you would react, you love her and deep down wanted her, but not like this I suppose, you could do without the guilt."

"It's all agreed upon now but I can always revise the agreement if it becomes too much for either of us. You must ensure that you talk to her Richard, keep that level of communication open please as I can't ask her how she feels."

The following day, Elizabeth returned to Darcy for their second meeting, on entering the room Darcy saw her as he did the day before. However, he was not so nervous this time and was able to enjoy himself a little more without the feeling that he was doing a great injustice. The union was less brief than the previous day, he had laid with her in bed where he took delight in caressing her body, every part had met with his fingers then his lips, he had kissed every inch of her skin finding the most sensitive parts of her and making a mental note to return to those areas frequently.

Elizabeth was not so nervous now knowing what to expect. His touch made her feel wanted, his tenderness was sweet and her release was quick and often. Darcy was determined that as she had sacrificed a great deal so would be rewarded in plenty.

Again, he did not release inside her, even though he so desperately wanted to anoint her core. Darcy was so aroused that within minutes he was hard once more, he needed to have her again. Taking his lover for the second time had Elizabeth climax around him, it took all of his might not to complete within her tightened warm walls, he withdrew and spilled his seed over the bedding beside her.

Now sated, he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her close to him but after some time, he reluctantly let go, kissed her cheek, got up and left the room.

The following morning, Elizabeth had taken to walking in the park as she had done the previous few weeks. She saw before her a man she recognised from the summer, it was Mr Darcy who was standing there watching her approach, he was smiling at her which made her heart flutter, "Mr Darcy, what brings you here?" she said with a spring in her voice.

"Miss Bennet, I have just arrived for the season, although I do not partake in it, I do enjoy London in winter, less smell than in summer and it is a pleasant change from the country."

This had been the first time since summer that he had seen Elizabeth's fine eyes, something he missed during their recent encounters. He longed to gaze into them whilst making sweet love to her, but knew it could not be.

"So how do you find London, Miss Bennet? Hope you are settled now, I had heard you moved here recently after your father's passing, I am sorry to hear of your loss, it can not have been easy for you."

"No it has not been, we have all been thrown into chaos by it and frankly we would be destitute if it was not for..." at this Elizabeth paused on realising what she was about to admit to and looked away with such sadness in her expression. Darcy knew what she meant and his heart ached, she looked so sad in her thoughts, knowing he was to blame for her mood had him almost reaching out to hold her in his arms, telling her it would all be fine.

"Well I hope things will pick up and you enjoy living here, it is a hive of activity this time of year but quietens during the summer when the gentlemen return to their estates," Darcy said, trying to change the mood and therefore pulling Elizabeth out of her present state.

"Will you be returning to Pemberley soon?"

Darcy had not thought about returning home, but knew he must at some point, he had been in town for best part of two months already and would be expected back at the Derbyshire estate in another 3 or 4 months to oversee things. He hoped that by that time, the situation would have progressed and Elizabeth would be promised to him.

"I will not be returning for another few months, Miss Bennet, maybe during my time in London we can meet for tea at Gunter's? Or a stroll in the park? I did enjoy our time in Pemberley this summer, it was a delight for some intelligent conversation," he said with all the feeling that a man so desperately in love could muster.

"I enjoyed it exceedingly and was sad to have it end so abruptly."

"Yes, I was sad to see you go," he gazed at her with determination, to see any sign of emotion in her eyes which would give him hope. However, her eyes were cast down and Darcy could tell that she was self conscious of his gaze upon her.

"Miss Bennet… Why do you not look at me?"

"I cannot, I… " Elizabeth could not help but turn away in order to hide the tear that had started to trickle down her face.

Darcy, forgoing all that was proper placed his gloved hand on her shoulder to turn her around, when he did so he saw how upset she was. Richard had been right, her spirit was broke, the initial bounce in her countenance when they met had only been temporary, now stood before him was a broken young woman with all the cares of the world on her shoulders.

"Please do not upset yourself, whatever it is cannot be that bad, Elizabeth. It is a fine day, let's take a walk down to the pond, it is rather pretty this time of year with all the wintering plants."

Elizabeth wiped the tears from her eyes and took Darcy's offered arm. They walked a short distance before reaching the pond. "So beautiful," he said gazing at the treasure on his arm.

Not realising Darcy's remark was about herself, Elizabeth continued the conversation on the subject of the surroundings, "Yes it is Mr Darcy, it reminds me of your lake at Pemberley, although that is far bigger than this, it has the same tranquillity."

Darcy gazed at his companion for longer than necessary, Elizabeth finally looked up to him and their eyes met once more. She could see the love in them, the same look he had given her when she was by Georgiana's side so many months ago.

Darcy, searching her face for any signs of acceptance he bravely requested, "Can we put aside formalities and call each other by our given names? I feel that we are on a different level of friendship Elizabeth, don't you?"

"It seems we are," she said not moving her gaze from his, "Would William be acceptable?"

"Yes, that will definitely be acceptable, I will call you Elizabeth, although I long to call you Lizzy."

Elizabeth closed her eyes and her mouth went slack as he said her pet name, her head fell back slightly and Darcy could see that this had affected her. It took all his strength not to move forward and place a tender kiss upon her open lips, he wanted to glide his soft tongue over hers where they would dance a merry dance within the confines of her warm sweet mouth. Bringing himself back to reality he cleared his throat which also brought Elizabeth to her senses, "I think I need to get you back home, the weather has turned rather chilly and I fear you will catch a cold, I know how you Bennet girls are susceptible to the weather."

Elizabeth nodded, she did not wish for this moment to end, she finally realised on seeing him that she had deep feelings for this man. She knew that nothing will ever happen now that she was ruined, had he only met her the previous week all this may have been avoided.

Elizabeth, for the following week, spent her mornings with Mr Darcy strolling in the park and taking tea from the nearby tearooms, the afternoons were spent with her lover. She had grown to accept her situation in life and was glad that at least this man was tender and attentive to her. He was certainly not what she was expecting and she longed to remove her blindfold so she could see him, however it stayed in place.

During a coupling a week or so later, Elizabeth, whilst in a heightened state of arousal, accidentally scratched Darcy's cheek, she had a tendency to dig her nails into his back but this time her nails sank deep into his cheeks, drawing blood. She heard a low groan and he immediately tensed up releasing his seed inside of her. He had never done that before, it had been her actions that caused him to suddenly lose control. Darcy had managed up until that moment to pace himself but seeing his love under him climax in such a way and the pain emitted by her grip made him lose it.

Two hours later Darcy had, having abandoned the handkerchief due to the earlier mishap, spilt his seed into her another three times, but knew their time was now up and she had to return home. He did not wish for her to go but she had to, he gave Elizabeth the recognised good bye kiss but held her close in his arms. Elizabeth felt a slight difference in his demeanour. She felt him shaking, she put her hands around him, holding his head into her neck where he silently sobbed and just held him close, whispering words of comfort. Her soothing made Darcy even more upset, the whole situation was breaking his heart but he knew he could not stop, she was his guilty pleasure, his elixir, the medicine to fix him, how could he stop?

"Please allow me to take my blindfold off, I wish to see you," Elizabeth whispered. Darcy stiffened at her request and just shook his head which was still resting on her shoulder, she could feel his denial, "I will not as you do not wish it." Darcy collected himself, sat up and kissed her on the cheek once more and left the room, feeling a sense of coldness to the whole set-up.

Elizabeth had wondered why her lover had acted in such a way, whatever it was had made her compassionate and she felt a sense of care towards him. Why do I feel like this? I haven't even seen him, there is something about him though that is drawing me closer, the lightest of his touches sends shock waves through my body, I wish I knew who he was. She pondered on this for only a short while before Mrs Dukes, the maid, returned to the room and bought her out of her thoughts.

That night, Darcy could not sleep, his mind was full of Elizabeth. She was a goddess, his Aphrodite in the flesh, he had tasted her and could not comprehend how he would feel if she was taken away, she could so easily walk away from him. He had deceived her in the worst possible way, it had been for her safety and he was only fulfilling her wishes, she had gone to him as a stranger, willingly, consenting to be blindfolded, but deep down there was a niggling worry that she would think very ill of him, if she was to find out. Darcy managed to fall asleep in the early hours of the morning only to dream about the delight he had experienced that afternoon.