Hello again dear readers! So, I am back with another chapter for you. The notes, follows and favorites have I have received have been quite flattering! Thank you! It is wonderful to read what you have to say and my smile keeps growing with every message, follow and favorite I see! This particular story has already received more than 3,400 views, so there are many more readers out there as well who are reading silently. I hope, however, that you can drop me a note to let me know how you are enjoying the story so far. I find people's notes quite encouraging, so much so that those I received as well as the follows and favorites helped inspire me to get back on my computer and type away! Today, it is Mr. Darcy's turn to give in to another of his fantasies. I bet you're curious! I am too, as I am about to start writing and see where Mr. Darcy leads me. By the way, is it getting warm in here? *fanning myself already* Enjoy and please do keep the comments coming!
Married Bliss Despite A Proposal Gone Awry
Darcy's POV:
I still cannot believe my sweet Elizabeth put on such an erotic, provoking show for me a few days ago outside under the willow tree by the pond. I have dreamt and daydreamed about it ever since. Does she not know how much of a temptress she is? Does she not realize how much I want her all the time, even more so when I see her being so free in her passion? She is playing with fire – and I am most definitely the flame. But I will not allow her to get burnt.
At first, I wasn't sure if I was actually seeing what I thought I was seeing. But, when I ended my conversation with the groom, once I was finally alone and I could safely turn and focus on the limited view I had through the leaves of that willow tree, I stood there entirely stunned, agitated and aroused. My manhood had become so hard it had become painful and whether it was rational or not, I became angry. Elizabeth was definitely playing with fire and if the groom I had been speaking to had somehow even accidentally seen her, I may have had to kill him. Well, perhaps not kill him, but I would certainly have had to dismiss him. To be honest, I'm not quite sure what I would have done in my jealousy. Elizabeth is the only one who has ever evoked this feeling in me. I never thought myself to be a jealous man, but when it comes to Elizabeth, my wife, I have come to realize, I am extremely protective and possessive. She is mine and I, and I alone, am the only man who may ever see her in all her passionate glory!
I am sure she must have seen my anger in the expression on my face as I stalked towards her. Yes, I say I stalked towards her because I somehow felt like she had wanted to provoke me. She could have been seen! And, as I found out later, in a way, she was trying to unsettle me so that I might come to her. And, lure me she most certainly did. But, she was playing a dangerous game and I will need to convey this to her in a way she will understand.
My wife indeed has me entirely entranced in every way possible. And, I love everything about her, especially her quick mind and mouth. I am amazed at how comfortable she is when speaking to anyone in our household, even at first meeting them. She leads conversations and engages others so effortlessly and puts all with whom she speaks at ease. Lately, I am obsessed with her mouth. That beautiful mouth of hers has intrigued me, engaged me, challenged me, put me in my place, chastised me, smiled, laughed and giggled at me, kissed me…passionately, made ardent sounds and cries in her desire that have set my blood on fire, and even incredibly enveloped and savored my manhood…a memory that has been emblazoned into my mind and the thought of which would have me ready for her pleasure instantly.
But, as entranced as my wife has me, since the day under the willow, I feel the need to express to her what a dangerous game she played outside where someone other than I might have seen her. And, if I stop to think about another man, like the groom, or any other man for that matter, having seen her, I can feel myself getting quite enraged. But, I have a plan in mind to help her understand my point of view. Of course, I will make it as pleasurable a lesson as possible. In fact, I quite look forward to it.
Morning has broken. It is a new day and I awaken beside my beautiful Elizabeth, remembering yet another unforgettable night with her in my arms. As I look at her, I am struck yet again at how lucky I am that she married me…that she actually loves me despite my first poor attempt at asking for her hand. And, at the same time, I also remember how she looked like a tempting goddess in her sensuous wedding dress that only accentuated my wife's perfect body on the day we married. I also cannot forget the longing looks I saw on many men's faces directed at her as she walked towards me. She does not realize how beautiful or how desirable she is. But I know very well. I also know that I will guard her from any other man ever gazing upon her as only I am entitled to. She is mine, just as I am hers. I decide now is the time to set my plan in motion.
I wake my wife with a whisper of a kiss upon her incredibly soft lips that always beg to be kissed. She stirs and slowly opens her eyes. Her face lights up in a smile meant only for me. I cannot help but smile.
"Good morning, William," she says with a voice still touched by sleep.
"Good morning, my love," I reply softly. "Did you rest well?" I ask.
"Before or after our very early morning enthusiastic activities?" she asks with a satisfied smile upon her those gorgeous lips of hers.
Despite her sleepiness, her wit is as razor sharp as ever, I see. "Both, I imagine," I say as I smile wickedly back.
Her eyes shine bright at seeing my smile. "Yes, my sweet, lustful husband. I slept well enough."
I laugh at her description. If only she knew how licentious I truly am when it comes to her!
"Good, my dear. I think I will prepare for the day and bathe." I say.
I lightly kiss her forehead and then move to get up from our bed. I am naked and I can feel Elizabeth's eyes upon me. I am incredibly gratified that she loves my body as much as I love hers. I slowly move to pick up my robe and take my time putting it on to allow her a bit more time to gaze upon my natural form. Then I move to call for servants to prepare a bath for me. Once it has been prepared and the servants have left, I drop my robe once again and move naked to the washroom that is connected to our bedroom.
I can feel Elizabeth's eyes gazing upon me again, following my every step as I move towards the washroom. I disappear into the washroom and I make enough noise as I enter the bath for Elizabeth to hear.
After a few moments, I set my plan into action as I call out to Elizabeth and ask, "My dear, would you call Betsy, the maidservant, so that she might come and scrub my back while I bathe?"
I hear absolutely no response from her. There is no sound coming from the bedroom at all for a few minutes. I am sure I have rendered her speechless. It is a sight I am sad to miss.
But, then I hear her getting out of the bed and rushing to the washroom with footsteps that sound as if they are delicately stomping their way towards me.
She opens the door rather brusquely and walks in front of the bath where she can see me.
She is gloriously naked as well, standing with her hands on her hips in an angry pose and staring me down with eyes that could kill me.
"And, why would you call a maidservant, sir, to scrub your back?" she asked in an incredibly cold and threatening voice.
I do have to say, Elizabeth is absolutely stunning when she is jealous! Already, my manhood is rising quickly to see her so impassioned!
"Do so, and there will be no place neither you nor she can hide from my wrath!" she exclaimed, her chest heaving in her anger.
Yes, those words coming from that mouth that I am so obsessed with just made me harder than I think I've ever been.
I raise my hand out of the water and hold it out to her for her to take. She looks at it like she wants to slap it away.
"Elizabeth, come," I say. I can see her stubbornness rear its head as her eyes flash distrustfully at me for a moment. But, then I softly say, "Please, my love. Come into the water with me."
It takes a moment, but my heartfelt plea must have won her over as she takes my hand cautiously and steps into the warm bath with me. I turn her around and gently pull her down so that she sits between my legs with her back against my chest.
Then, I wrap my arms around her as I lean my mouth towards her ear and softly but inquisitively ask, "Are you jealous of a maidservant, Mrs. Darcy?"
She scoffs and tries to move away from me, but I continue holding her in my arms.
"Well, are you, my dear?" I ask again.
She stays quiet a moment and I begin to ask her again when she interrupts me suddenly.
"Yes! Alright, Will? Yes, I am jealous! You are my husband! Mine and mine alone! I will not allow any other woman to ever see or touch you intimately in the way that only I am entitled to! You have married me! I will suffer no woman near what is mine. Do you understand me?" She yelled impassionedly and threateningly at the same time.
I was as hard as a rock from her little speech, which I am sure she would know if she leaned back against me a little.
My plan could not have worked any better. Her response is exactly as I had hoped. I whisper with a low, rough voice against her ear, "Yes, my dear. I understand fully. Now, perhaps you will understand how jealous and vexed I felt at the mere idea of the groom I was speaking with a few days ago possibly catching even a glimpse of you under that willow tree when you gave me that delicious and unforgettable show."
She gasped upon hearing my words.
With a hard and authoritative edge to my voice I continued, "You are my wife, do you understand me? And, no man shall ever gaze upon my wife's body as only I am meant to! So, as much as I loved how freely you gave into your passion for my benefit and yours, and as much as I will always encourage it, you will only do so when there is no chance of another man ever seeing what is meant for my eyes only. Do you understand, Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth moaned at my declaration, her head falling back against my shoulder.
"Well, do you understand, Elizabeth?" I repeated in a clipped, commanding voice.
I think I just heard a soft whimper escape her lips. "Yes," she replied with a sigh.
"Is that so, my dear?" I whisper into her ear.
"Yes," she repeated docilely.
I lower my arms and place my hands at her hips and move her flush against me so that she feels my very prominent erection.
I hear her gasp and moan yet again in appreciation.
I am ready to dive into the next part of my plan, which is actually just another fantasy I want to come to fruition. I want her in this bath at my mercy...now!
I am beyond excited and my voice becomes huskier and deeper as I tell her, "Lift your legs so that your feet are resting on either side of the tub, Elizabeth."
Again, I hear my wife gasp at my suggestion, but then my voice rumbles in lust as I see her legs lift out of water as I asked. Her legs dripping, rivulets of water slide down her upraised legs and back into the bath.
I lift my hands out of the water and lean forward as I slide my hands from her ankles to her hips very slowly and I say possessively, "Only I will ever see how shapely your legs are or feel how smooth they are, wife". Then, my hands continue their journey from her hips to her stomach, and I whisper in her ear, "Only I will ever see or feel how silky and soft your belly is." From there, my hands opened as they slid upward and I cupped both of Elizabeth's breasts slightly roughly, rubbing her nipples with my thumbs. And as I kissed her neck, I declared, "I am the only man who will ever see, feel or taste how perfect your beautiful breasts are."
Elizabeth has been moaning softly but consistently throughout every declaration. My possessive words seem to be arousing her as much as they are me.
Keeping my left hand on her breast, I slide my right hand up to cup her chin lightly and turn her face to mine. Placing my mouth lightly against hers, I say roughly in my desire, "I am the only man who will know the taste of your lips, your tongue, and your sweet, maddening mouth." Then I kiss her fervently. I could do this forever, but I stop when Elizabeth starts reciprocating just as fervently. This woman's passion will burn me alive, I know it. But, I am like a moth to a flame and I would welcome that hot, sweet, little death.
Staring at her lust-filled eyes, I then slowly let my right hand slide down to her core. The closer I get to it, the harsher Elizabeth's breaths become in anticipation. And, when my hand reached its destination, I cupped her there with my hand and rasped, "And, I will be the only man to ever see, feel, taste or fill your delectable womanhood. It belongs to me. Do you understand, Elizabeth?"
Her eyes grow wider in her desire and she nods, saying quite clearly, "Yes, William, Yes!"
With her clear declaration, I move both of my hands to her hips, quickly lift her and impale her upon my straining manhood. The rough movement displaces the water in the bath and some of it splashes to the ground.
Feeling her so tightly around me, I groan low and hiss, "Yes, yes…God, Elizabeth, yes! You are mine…always!" Then, I lift her hips and move her body up and down for my pleasure as the water around us continues to splash and spill around us.
Elizabeth cried out her satisfaction when I was finally inside her. Delectable sounds of pleasure are now spilling from her lips as I move her above me. It does not take long, however, for Elizabeth to take matters into her own hands as she caresses her womanhood while I move deliciously within her. Her head is leaning back, which is causing her bountiful breasts to be thrust forward.
My lust is intensifying quickly. I move her hand away from her core and begin to caress her there myself.
"Put your hands on the rim of the tub, Elizabeth, and take your pleasure from me. You will control this," I command in a lust-addled voice.
She whimpers yet again even as she nods, and then does as I say.
My wife begins to impale herself upon my hard staff roughly, taking exactly what she needs while my hand increases its movements upon her core.
Though I don't think she realizes it, she is muttering words here and there in the haze of her desire, saying "Will…so hard…so full…so much…yes, Will, yes!"
Her words are causing me to go up in flames, despite the fact that we are surrounded by water. I watch enthralled by her movements on me. She is undulating on me, concentrating solely on her pleasure and seeing her like that is making me impossibly harder. I know I am going to release in her very soon, but I am doing my best to curb this tide before it is unleashed. I want her to reach the pinnacle first and move my fingers upon her even faster.
I look down where she and I meet, and I am going mad as I see myself disappear into her body. It is incredibly erotic and I decide to help her along with my words as she brought me to the edge with hers.
In a voice roughened by my great desire for her, I tell her, "You look exquisite, Elizabeth, taking my body into yours. Just as you said, I am very hard and I am meant to fill you so very much. And I will fill you even more when we reach our pleasure together. Look and see how I take you…how well I fill you."
Elizabeth's voice hitched at hearing my provocative words but she did as I bade, her eyes glancing down and seeing how perfectly we fit together under the clear, splashing water.
She captured her lower lip between her teeth and moaned repeatedly. It was becoming too much for Elizabeth, as I could feel her body beginning to tighten even more around me. Then, in her final descent onto me she took me incredibly deep within her and she stilled as her body took over and I felt her womanhood rippling around me, like a cascading waterfall as she lustfully shouted my name repeatedly. Her arms and body were shaking and I wrapped my arms around her, cocooning her with my body. Feeling her reach her pinnacle causes me to reach it as well, and I yell her name out loud passionately and moan in complete ecstasy while I fill her with my essence exactly as I had promised I would.
From what I could tell by looking at Elizabeth, we are both shattered by the intensity of our interlude. The floor was soaked from all the water that had escaped our bath due to our exuberance. And, we were both doing our best to calm our racing hearts.
I break the silence surrounding us, reminding her, "You are mine, Elizabeth. Just as I am yours. Shall we both ensure that none but we shall ever be privy to what only belongs between us?"
She turned her head and looked into my eyes. I could see her complete satisfaction in them as she says "Yes, my dear Mr. Darcy. We shall endeavor to do exactly that. But, now, I believe we had best prepare for a very good day as our morning has already been quite an exceedingly happy one." She said, cheekily, before continuing, "And, perhaps once we have gotten dressed and are prepared for the day ahead, we should indeed call Betsy, as we have created quite a watery mess that must be attended to."
I couldn't help my belting laugh. This woman is truly good for my soul.
"Minx!" I say, as I tickle her and she joins me in my laughter! Indeed, what a very good start to the day!