20th August 1811

Elizabeth woke to the sounds of light snoring the following morning, snuggled in her husband's embrace, she felt at home. However, it was only a matter of a few moments before she sensed the pounding in her head and the sickness in her stomach. Her nether regions were sore and her bladder was full. Where is the chamberpot? she wondered, as she carefully removed herself from the bed.

As she rose, she felt giddy, the blood red colours of her husband's bedchambers did not do anything for her splitting headache. Oh I need to get out of this room. She made her way to her own bedchambers, where she found and used the commode, relieving herself from the many glasses of strong wine that she had quaffed the night before.

As she sat there, she concluded that she must have consumed in excess of a full bottle of wine, which had been left in the master's bedchambers, for the sole purpose of toasting their marriage. However, Darcy was unaware of her intolerance to such a strong beverage and urged her to continue drinking, until Elizabeth could not string her words together without slurring. Their couplings were numerous and at a frantic pace and Elizabeth seemed to remember falling off of the bed at one point, only to be set upon once more by her husband, who had joined her on the floor and had made love to her on the Persian rug.

Still sitting on the commode, she spotted a bidet in the corner of the room and a full pitcher on the side, so poured some cold water into the bidet. She sat astride the apparatus and began to slosh the water upon her fanny, trying to cool down the burning sensation that persisted there. As she did this, she realised that her pain was probably due to the night's activities for although she had damaged herself the year before, their love-making the previous afternoon had proved to her that she was still intact to some degree. Darcy had been eager in his attentions of her, the alcohol he had consumed was not enough to have any affect on his libido, but quite the opposite had occurred and he could not help but pay particular attention to her another four or five times, before they both succumb to sleep.

As she splashed herself, she took the bristle toothbrush and some of the tooth powder from the pot that sat next to the pitcher and started to brush the fuzz away that had built up in her mouth from the alcohol. God, my mouth feels like a badger's behind, she thought,I will never drink another glass, ever again!

As she continued to feel sorry for herself, she heard a distant call. Darcy had awakened to an empty bed and felt her absence tremendously. "I am in here," she called out, but her throat was sore, so her voice did not travel the distance.

Darcy noticed the door to the sitting room was open, so assumed she had made her way back to her rooms. "Darling, are you in here?" he called out once more in a rather groggy manner. Elizabeth could tell he was now in her bedchambers and called out to him from the dressing room again.

As he walked in, she looked up, mouth full of tooth powder and the brush sticking out at an angle. Darcy had to laugh when he saw her astride the bidet, "You look like you are riding a horse… naked. You look like Lady Godiva," he said as he sat down in the chair next to the bathtub.

"You were a brute to me last night, my poor under carriage is crying out for sympathy," Elizabeth chastised, as she was not in the mood for humour.

"Oh lord, are you in pain!" Darcy gasped, now worried that he had hurt her again.

"My whole body is in pain, my head aches, my stomach will not settle and my nether regions are on fire. I was sore yesterday after we… well you know. After last night's activities, I feel even worse."

Darcy did not wish to hear this, for he was already wanting to take her again, but knew that he had to wait for her to heal. "I am so sorry, darling, please forgive me," he said, trying desperately to keep a straight face.

"This is not funny!" Elizabeth huffed, as she splashed some of the water into her husband's direction, but missed him completely. Seeing her husband in such humour at her expense did not sit well with her and a glower formed upon her face.

"No, I am sorry… again, but you look so adorable, sitting on that thing, doing what you are doing with such a sweet pout upon your face."

"I now know that I cannot take the wine, if I am to feel like this, I would rather not partake in drinking it at all."

"That was my fault, I allowed you to drink to excess. I did not take into account that you are a young woman, not used to the taste of wine. I could see you were drinking it with eagerness and thought you were used to its effects, but it was not until you started to slur your words, that I realised you were intoxicated," he laughed.

"Yes, well… please can you make sure I do not overindulge again," she said, trying to curb her own laughter.

With humour restored, she gazed back at him and noticed how dishevelled he looked. His banyan was wrapped round him, haphazardly; the trace of a beard appearing from not having shaved for over a day; his messed up hair, which Elizabeth remembered running her fingers through several times the night before and grabbing a handful on more than one occasion, had made him look worse for wear, but with the addition of a general sleepy appearance, he looked endearing and she wanted nothing more than to take him back to bed, even though she was not feeling herself. Darcy, however, had other plans. "I have rung for the bath to be filled in my dressing room, I suggest we bathe together. I will have them add some salt to the water, if you wish."

"No! That will make my present state obvious. I have some rock salt here, it seems that someone was anticipating the need for it, I will add some myself."

"I do not doubt the servants will know what has been going on, for the bed will give us away."

"What! Have I bled over the bed again?" Elizabeth asked in shock.

"No, but it is covered with my seed, there are stains everywhere… and some of it is due to the strawberries."

"Strawberries? I do not remember those!"

"You do not remember me rubbing them over your body last night and then licking it all off of you?" he grinned.

"No, but now that you come to mention it, I do feel rather sticky." Darcy could not help but smile, as he saw Elizabeth notice something on her breast and then proceed to pick off a stubborn strawberry seed, that had stuck fast.

As he was eagerly watching his wife, he heard a distant knock on his dressing room door, indicating that the bath was ready. "Come, let's get you cleaned up," he said, as he grabbed her salts from the dresser and picked her up into his arms.

Elizabeth yelped at the abruptness of his actions and held tight around his neck as he strode through the rooms, before he placed her back down on her feet. "Let me check that Roger is not in there, as he may not be anticipating your presence. Go lay down on the bed, sweetheart, and cover yourself."

As she did this, Darcy went into his dressing area. Elizabeth could hear voices and so concluded that Roger, the valet, was indeed in there waiting for her husband. She heard the door to the servant's entrance close and her husband return. "He has left, I told him not to come back until I summons him again, as he needs to give me a shave."

"I quite like the rough look you are wearing at the moment," Elizabeth smiled.

"I bet you would love it better if I were to kiss your fanny, for you will feel its roughness upon the insides of your thighs," he purred.

"Oh heaven, I am sure I am not too sore for your tongue."

After bathing, Darcy took Elizabeth back to bed. As they reentered the room, they noticed the bedding had been changed and the room cleared of the clothes, that had been thrown onto the floor. Elizabeth believed that her husband's tongue would be the death of her, for they had taken to more gentle activities and in doing so, her pleasures spiked thrice more. Darcy was not to be disappointed either, as he had been taken by his wife's mouth just as many times, until he collapsed back onto the bed, proclaiming that he was going to have a heart attack.

It was nearly midday, when they woke from their slumber. Stretching out beside her husband, Elizabeth asked, "Can we go and see Charlotte this afternoon?"

"Mrs Wickham? Yes, if you wish, although it may be better to go tomorrow afternoon and I can send a message to let them know of our intentions to visit. We need to see your aunt and uncle off this afternoon, as they will be leaving to return to Hertfordshire."

"Oh yes, so soon," Elizabeth winced, "they are to travel back to Longbourn and tell father of what has happened, I hope he has returned from Bath by the time they arrive. Do you think I should write a note to him, telling him I am well."

"It may do both of us good to write him a letter, maybe I should apologise for not doing things the conventional way. I would like to invite them here, so that they can see Pemberley. It may sooth their wrath somewhat."

"It will mama, but doubt father will be stirred by it. Maybe he will be pacified by your library, but please do not show him the secret room, he will wonder what it is for… What is it for?"

Darcy grinned, knowing full well why his father had it built. "Father was rather a feisty chap, he wanted mother at every hour," he smirked.

"Oh, so that is where you get it from," Elizabeth grinned.

"Well, rumour has it that he had it built, so that mother and he could have a little tryst during the day. It would have proven difficult to explain why they were retiring to their bedchambers to a ten year old, so father thought it easier to say they were going to the library. I remember they would both disappear for a while and then exit the library rather flushed, but happy."

"Oh that reminds me, I left your locket on the table in there."

"Oh thank the lord Lizzy, I thought I lost it in the lake. I have been worried about losing it, although I still do have some of the pressed flowers left, so could have had another made."

"Can you have one made for me?"

"Of course, if you want one, maybe a smaller daintier one so you can wear it around your pretty neck… Come, we must rise or we will not be very good hosts to your family."

Before luncheon, both Elizabeth and Darcy retreated to his study to write their correspondence. Both found it difficult to concentrate, but after Darcy turned to face away from his wife, they both found it easier to continue their writing.

—

Pemberley Estate

Derbyshire

20th August 1811

Dear Papa

I trust that Uncle Gardiner has already advised you of my current situation and why I have not returned to Longbourn with the party.

Before I go any further, please do not blame Mr Darcy, for it was as much my fault as it was his, I urged him on and he fought against his feelings for me. I do not know how much uncle has said, but may I reassure you that I was still a maiden, when my vows were taken and that I did not predetermine them.

William is a good man, he is kind, tender and he loves me beyond words, as I do him. I know this must hurt you, to have lost your most cherished daughter, before you were ready. I know you have not said in so many words, but I always knew that you wished for me to stay unmarried, so that I would keep you company without you having to share me with another. I love this man with all my heart, I could not find a better husband in this world and I know he will make me very happy.

I would imagine mama is beside herself, I believe she could see Mr Darcy's interest when he visited Longbourn, during your stay in Bath. I am sure she is happy to know that I am settled with such a gentleman.

William will be inviting you to Pemberley in his letter, please do not judge him before you know the man he is. His attentions to me are unrelenting and his want to see me happy is great. He is a wonderful master to all his servants and tenants, I can see by their actions that they would do anything for him and you always said that you can judge a master by how their servants and tenants treat him.

This is a love match, not a Knobstick wedding, papa, it was not a necessity due to a possibility of me being with child and uncle did not have to retreat to coercion for the wedding to go ahead, Mr Darcy had already asked me and I had accepted him.

I hope you see it in your heart to accept my new situation and visit as soon as you can.

Love

Elizabeth

—

"Do you have to leave today, uncle?" Elizabeth asked, as they sat down to luncheon.

"I am afraid so, Lizzy. Both your aunt and I wish to return to Longbourn and break the news to your father. It cannot be delayed, as he may hear it from another source, news of this type travels fast and it will be best I tell him first. I will have to take the brunt of his anger, as it was I who gave the permission in his absence," he sighed.

"I do not envy you, although I am sure I will end up with a certain level of hatred and animosity thrown my way," Darcy stated, worried that he was going to come face to face with a tirade of abuse from his wife's father, once they met."

"He will be angry initially, but I hope he will settle down once he reads your letters, do you have them ready?" Mr Gardiner asked.

"Yes, here," she said handing both correspondence to the older gentleman. "Please explain the situation to him, before he reads the letters, I am so worried at his reaction."

"Do not concern yourself, I will explain everything, but I am afraid I will have to tell him the reason behind the abruptness of the marriage. I like William exceedingly, he is a good man and it is only the issue of yesterday morning and the preceding night that has caused a certain amount of disappointment in me, but it is only that… disappointment, which has faded into nothing more than a blunder in my eyes. I can understand you are both young, in love and were betrothed at the time. You are not the only ones to predetermine your vows, although I do believe now that you did not fully abandon your morals and were not totally reckless."

"I have invited the family here, so that I can get to know them better. I have met all except Mr Bennet, something that I feel needs to be done fairly soon. If he does not come, then we can visit in a month's time, but I do not wish to leave Pemberley for a while," Darcy stated.

"I can understand you need your time here and for you both to get used to married life. Elizabeth has also the task of becoming mistress of this fine house. I am sure you will do well, Lizzy, for you have always helped your mama and papa with running Longbourn.

"I will try to persuade Mr Bennet to visit, I am sure he will accept the invite, even if it is to meet the man who has taken his favourite daughter from him."

"What? His favourite daughter! I hope he does not wish to fight," Darcy stated.

"If he does, William, I will put myself between you, I will not have you fight over me."

"He will not fight, he will shout and rant at you, but he is not a violent man, sir," Mr Gardiner stated, trying to sooth the now perturbed Darcy.

Elizabeth wanted to change the subject somewhat, it was no use dwelling on what may or may not happen, once her father found out about the marriage. She then remembered her aunt's dress and had to confess, "Aunt, we had a slight accident with your dress, yesterday," she blushed.

"Oh I can imagine what sort of accident, how many buttons remain on the garment?" she laughed.

"None, they flew off in all different directions, I can't even find half of them."

"It does not matter, I will have another dress made up. I have more of that fabric, as it came from our warehouses," she chuckled, as she spied Mr Darcy cringing in his seat.

"Oh, I did not know it was one of your fabrics, I would quite like a dress made from that material."

"I can send a dress length down to you by post, if you wish."

"That will be wonderful," Elizabeth chirped, "I can have it made by a modiste that will make my other dresses, although I am not sure who that will be?"

"We can travel into Chesterfield tomorrow after you visit Charlotte, it is on the way," Darcy stated.

"Charlotte?" Mrs Gardiner enquired, wondering if this was the same young woman that Elizabeth had introduced her to, many years previous.

"Aunt, it is the most wonderful discovery! Charlotte Lucas, whom I knew in Hertfordshire, is now Mrs Wickham! She is married to the parson who was here yesterday, it is such a small world."

"I am so glad you have a female friend close by, for the little things ladies like to do and men do not," she laughed.

"Like what?" Darcy asked, now intrigued at what ladies do behind men's backs.

"Oh, just the usual talk of lace and frills, the latest fashions and the gossips in town, that sort of thing. I know you men do not care to hear about all this."

After luncheon had finished, Mr and Mrs Gardiner made their final preparations before departing. By three in the afternoon, the couple left in the Darcy carriage, as Darcy had seen to it that they returned to Hertfordshire in comfort. Having arrived in a hired carriage, it was only gentlemanly to offer his own vehicle on their return trip. As they disappeared into the distance, Darcy witnessed his wife looking rather forlorn.

"Darling, we will see your family regularly, I promise," he soothed, as he wrapped his arms around her. "If it is not here, then we can visit them, when we are in London. Please do not brood over your father's reaction, I hate seeing you worry so, it will be me he will wish to aim his anger at, not you."

"I know, that is what I am worried about. I do not think he will turn to violence, but he will not hold back his tongue."

"Well, we will have to deal with it at the time, which will not be for at least a week, so do not make yourself ill over it all. Come, I want to show you more of the house, for there is several dozen rooms you have not seen yet."

"Oh, you are taking me on a private tour? Can we start at the library, I can retrieve your locket," she smiled.

"Oh yes, do you now?" he smirked.

"Mr Darcy, you are insatiable!"

"Lizzy, you make me so. I have never behaved in this manner, it is you that has brought the beast out in me," he said, as he nipped at her ear, "Come, let us seek out this locket," he grinned.

As the door closed in the bookcase, Elizabeth turned to see her husband leaning back against the shelving, his eyes gave his intent away, for they were fixed upon her body, in such a way that his carnal lust could not be mistaken. "So will you sit for me," he purred.

Elizabeth sat in the wing back chair that stood in the corner and Darcy was on his knees before she could make herself comfortable. Having lifted her skirts, he placed each of her legs over the arms of the chair and in doing so, spread her wide open. "William, this is rather audacious," she said nervously, as she fidgeted with the front of her skirts to cover her modesty.

"Nothing that I have not seen already and no one will come in."

He pushed her skirts back up to her waist and kissed the delicate skin of her inner thigh, just above the knee. As he deposited a trail of kisses and bites along the inside of her thigh, he discretely placed each hand on the front of the armrest and in doing so, debilitated her movement and so forcing her into submission. Elizabeth found the act, subtle as it was, arousing and could not understand why being incarcerated in such a way, by her husband, would make her wanton, but wanton she felt.

"Are you going to take me here?" she breathed.

"Yes, if you are not too sore, my darling," he whispered.

"I hope I am not, for I want nothing more than to have you inside of me." Elizabeth let out a whimper, when her husband came into contact with her core. Gentle was his touch, which was far more pleasing than the roughness of his fingers, for his tongue was eager, but meticulous in its actions.

Darcy, let go of one of the armrests to unfasten his breeches, as his cock was beginning to get rather uncomfortable in the confines of the tight garment. As he did this, Elizabeth wished for nothing more than to have his hand return to its resting place and so pinning her back into the leather bound cage she found herself sitting on.

"Please, William, I need you."

"What do you need, my love?" he teased, knowing that she was begging him to enter her.

"You!" she demanded.

"Me? But you have me, am I not paying particular attentions to you," he murmured, as he carried on with his oral ministrations.

"Yes, but I want you inside of me,now!" she pleaded.

"Oh, my fingers?" he teased once more.

"For heaven sake! William! I want your cock!" she screamed out in frustration, making the master grin.

"You only had to say, darling, I am so happy to oblige," he said, as he knelt up on his heels and pushed his boy into her at a painfully slow pace. Elizabeth could not move for she would have grabbed his buttocks and forced him into her, but she was still pinned down by her legs and in such a position that she could not sit up. "Is this what you want, sweetheart, my hard cock inside of you?" he breathed, as he came to a stop due to not being able to push any further. Darcy could feel his wife's inner walls twitch, as she became accustomed to her fullness.

"Move, please William, I want to feel you rub against me," she beckoned, but as he did not respond straight away, Elizabeth forced her bottom up off of the seat by bearing her weight upon her hands and rocked back and forth against his body.

"Shit!" Darcy gasped at her movements, "Oh Lizzy, that's it darling, pound against me, take me at your own pace."

Elizabeth now knew that she was in control of their love-making, even though Darcy still had her pinned into place. He was allowing her to take it at her pace, giving her control as to how gentle or rough their love-making would be. Her soreness all forgotten, she found herself pounding relentlessly against him, their skin to skin contact was making the most arousing slapping noises.

"Fuck! I am going to come, Lizzy," Darcy groaned, not caring that a profanity had spilt from his lips. On hearing this, Elizabeth's fanny tightened and Darcy almost let go, but was able to retain his ejaculate. Elizabeth collapsed upon the chair, as her arms had given way, Darcy instinctively took over and thrust himself into her repeatedly, which was her undoing. As she squeezed his cock, he could not hold back and growled his completion with one final thrust.

He leaned forward and wrapped his arms about her body, holding her tight to him. This allowed her to place her feet onto the ground, even though her husband was still inside of her. "You are heaven, personified, are you not?"

"I could say the same about you, you make me feel as I have never done before."

"I think that goes both ways, darling," he said, as he fumbled around in his pockets.

"What is the matter, have you lost something?"

"No, I think we need my handkerchief, for you are likely to drip when I remove myself." At this Elizabeth blushed, but she had to understand that it was his bodily fluids more than hers that were the culprits. As he pulled out, he caught the initial fluids that drained from her body, "Hold it in place and cough, it helps to remove some of the surplus seed."

"Oh!" was all that she could say, but did as he said.

After returning to a calm state, they both stood and on seeing the reason for entering, Elizabeth grabbed the locket from the table and handed it back to Darcy.

They continued the tour and as they were walking the first floor, Darcy explained the rooms. "There is a painting gallery and marble gallery, which you have already seen, but there is also a more private gallery. It has more family portraits of recent members, which I do not wish to be on public viewing. There is also an orangery, a ballroom and a second music room, which is next to Georgiana's bedchambers. That room is purely for Georgie's use, as her new pianoforte I have just purchased for her, is in there."

"Does she not use the one downstairs?"

"Yes, but she is always practising and sometimes the music distracts me, when I am in my study. I thought the new instrument could be used during the day and in the evenings she can use the one downstairs."

"So what would you do if I were to play all day on the instrument in the music room?" she laughed, "I bet you did not envisage a second pianist in the family so soon."

"I would not do any work, for I would come sit beside you and turn your pages," he whispered in her ear, as he kissed the crook of her neck.

"Oh William, not here, how can you be so… already?"

"No not here, I want to show you another room, darling."

They walked on a few more yards and came to another door, "This room, I want you to have, it is directly below your bedchambers and there is a secret staircase to it."

As the entered, Elizabeth gasped, for it was a replica of her bedchambers, but totally devoid of furnishings. "This room was mother's personal sitting room, but she never really used it. You can do with it as you wish, have it as a sewing room, reading room or I can buy you another pianoforte, if you want."

"It will seem silly to buy yet another instrument. I would quite like the room as my very own library. I am sure the one downstairs holds everything you can imagine, but I do like a novel or two, which may not be everyone's taste. Maybe have a few bookshelves added and a settee and a chair with a table between," she said, but paused as she thought, "or we could leave it and have it as a nursery… when the time is right," she said shyly, as she bit her lip.

"Nursery? You are thinking ahead, rather."

"I may already be with child, who knows?" Elizabeth shrugged.

"Yes, but I have yet to show you the nurseries, for there are three on the third floor, near our rooms. They do need work for they have not been used for many years. Georgie moved to her room before father died, so the rooms have not seen daylight since. Come, let us go back upstairs via the secret staircase."

As they ascended the small narrow steps, Elizabeth found herself in her dressing room once more. "I need to get all my clothes from the cream rooms, I had to get Sophie to retrieve some items from there this morning, for I had nothing to wear."

"It is already done. I instructed Mrs Reynolds to oversee the packing of everything back into your trunks and to leave them unopened, when they placed them in here. I had a feeling you would wish to sort through them yourself."

"Yes, I would like that, although I did not bring much with me, only enough for a month's trip. I hope mother realises this and brings the rest of my clothes with her when she visits."

"We can get you some new gowns made in Chesterfield, until we can get to the modiste in Bond Street. I would very much like you to make more of those breeches. I doubt the modiste will make them, it would not be worth risking her reputation over such a request," Darcy stated, but his nerves on his request were evident in his voice.

"Do you now, Mr Darcy. Any particular reason you wish for me to have more than the one pair?" Elizabeth asked.

"Yes, as my wife, I give you permission to wear them whenever you wish, so long as we do not have guests, for I fear you will shock them."

"Oh I will not shock my family, for they have seen me wearing such a garment. Mother was never pleased, saying I look like a tomboy, but my sisters are not put out by them, in fact I think Jane was wishing to try them on at one point."

"Maybe she should, it would send Bingley into a frenzy, like it did me," he laughed.

"Oh, but Jane could not handle his reaction. She is very timid and a gentile woman, whereas I can face anything that is thrown at me," she smiled.

"I did throw myself at you, didn't I, but how could I not on seeing you in such a state and with such easy access to my dreams," he purred. Darcy moved closer to his wife, who was sitting upon the top of her bed. "Lizzy, can we try out your bed for a change?" he asked salaciously.

"Oh William," she chuckled, "it has been all of an hour. I suppose I can bear your affections once more," she said, as he planted a kiss upon her shoulder.

"Only the once?" he whispered.

"Mr Darcy!" she gasped, as she felt his hand upon her femininity, through the fabric of her dress.