Welcome back dear readers! I'm back! You like me! You really, really like me! Or at least you like the story, as you're back too! Glad to have you! This story has now reached past 10,000 views! You are all awesome! So, now we know Elizabeth can really rev Darcy up! This time, we will be seeing the come-back of a jealous Mr. Darcy…that Mr. Darcy was pretty hot last time and for some reason, I feel his character pulling me in that direction (not to mention that one or more of my commenters also let me know how much they liked a jealous Darcy). This Mr. Darcy does not play around! I'm not sure if I should feel sorry for or jealous of Elizabeth, as this little train-wreck is about to happen. Whatever the case, I hope you enjoy! And, remember, I love your comments, favorites and follows! They keep my writing mojo flowing!

Married Bliss Despite A Proposal Gone Awry

Darcy's POV:

"Fuck!" I bellow as I get up from my favorite reading chair in my library and plunk the book I have been trying to read for the past hour on the table beside me. I think I am dicked in the nob. Yes, I believe I am going daft. No, I know I am. I must be because I can think of nothing else but eating some fucking clotted cream!

This is all Elizabeth's fault! Good gracious, God in heaven, I married a fucking goddess! I bury my hands in my hair, shake my head as if to clear it and laugh out loud incredulously for third time today with the realization. How can this woman be real?

What has gotten into my wife? Had I known this was the Mrs. Darcy she would become upon marrying me, I would have eloped with her to Gretna Green the second I met her! Damn the proposal! I simply would have carried her off in the middle of the night, kicking and screaming if need be.

But, I did propose and I am incredibly lucky that she agreed to marry me! I will forever thank God in heaven for this! I still cannot believe I spouted that horrific nonsense about society in general seeing my rank and status in comparison to hers as a reprehensible connection when I proposed. My Lord, what claptrap I spouted! If I could somehow travel back in time to that moment, I am positive I would have slapped my own self and demanded satisfaction for my own idiocy. If anything, Elizabeth is my superior in innumerable ways and I intend to do everything I can to keep her happy by my side for the rest of my life.

However, visions of that damned clotted cream falling onto my wife's body and trailing down to places that beg to be devoured and consumed will not stop plaguing my mind. It has been days since that blessed event and I can barely concentrate on anything. And, don't even get me started on memories of my wife's sultry voice as it innocently spoke, whispered, cajoled, questioned, invited and commanded me. That seemingly innocent voice of hers, which I absolutely know not to be the case, is enough to harden me to the point of pain within seconds.

I cannot think clearly, when all I think about is her. I need fresh air. Yes, that will do the trick! I shall go for a ride to clear my mind.

So, I get up, leave the library and go to our chamber to change into my riding outfit. Once inside the room, I notice that the door to the washroom is ajar and as I near it, I hear the voice of my wife as she is speaking to her Abigail. I really shouldn't eavesdrop, as it is most ungentlemanly, but as I turn to leave I hear my wife say, "Yes, he is ever so handsome, is he not?"

I stop, as a wicked smile forms on my countenance. Elizabeth is speaking about me! I have an opportunity here to listen to my wife speak about what she really thinks of me to her Abigail. And, as much as I know I shouldn't listen, I cannot pass this up! So, I wait and listen a little longer.

Mary, her Abigail, says hesitantly to her, "Yes, ma'am."

"Come now, Mary, you know he is! Have you ever seen such a handsome smile on a man? And, what about his arms. They are ever so muscular and strong. Not to mention his devilishly handsome countenance. A woman could go a very long time and not see a man as handsome and desirable as he!" said Elizabeth.

My ears are burning with Elizabeth's praise of me and the smile on my face is comical. My face feels warm and I wonder if I am blushing.

"You must admit, Mary, that Johnathan cuts quite a dashing figure, especially when he is atop a horse.

'What!' my mind hollers and I am frozen in shock.

Elizabeth continued speaking to Mary, saying "I saw him riding the other day, and the way he moved and handled that horse was quite splendid. His horsemanship skills are brilliant! What woman wouldn't want such a man to look their way?"

I can feel my shock quickly giving way to a growing, uncontrollable anger and my body begins to shake in fury. 'Who the fuck is Johnathan! And why the fuck is my wife talking about how handsome and desirable he is? I will hunt him down and kill him! He will not live to see tomorrow! She is my wife! MY WIFE!' my mind screams.

Then I hear her continue, "I heard from Betsy, that he likes to walk the gardens late in the afternoon once his duties in the stables are done. Shall we venture to take a walk together there in the late afternoon as well?"

"If you like, ma'am," her Abigail responded hesitantly, yet again.

I can hear them coming towards the door and I dash out of the room as quickly as I can, fuming the entire way. My mind is in a red haze and I begin talking to myself silently, 'I will have his head on a spike and I will remind Elizabeth exactly who her husband is! I am the Master of Pemberley. She belongs to me…to me and no one else! Under no circumstance will I allow her to make a cuckold out of me!'

I arrive back in my library, close the door and pace the floor as my anger continues to boil and burn me alive. I simply cannot see straight. I can only hear her voice taunting my mind as she compliments this man…apparently a devilishly handsome, desirable, muscular, strong, splendid, and brilliant man! Fuck! I fucking hate this Johnathan, whoever he is! I begin to fantasize the many ways Johnathan can meet his untimely end at my hands. Johnathan's demise quite happily occupies me for some time.

'Aarrgh', my mind screams. This woman has me contemplating a man's murder! I stand by the window looking out at the view of the gardens where Elizabeth mentioned Johnathan likes to walk and see nothing but a red haze. I am certain I have lost my mind.

Abruptly, I am drawn out of this haze by her voice; that blessed god-forsaken voice that at this moment, in my incredible jealousy, I hate myself for loving so very much. I cannot bear to look at her. How could she set her eyes upon another man when I would give her the world? I am so angry at her right now, that I know I cannot hide it upon my countenance.

And, I am right, because I hear her ask, "What's wrong, Will?"

"Hah!" I bark. "I am your Will, am I" I ask bitterly.

"Of course you are my Will, who else would you be?" she says with a lighthearted laugh.

"I am your husband," I say bitingly back.

"I am not negating that fact. Nor the fact that I am your wife." She says back playfully.

Is she laughing at me? This will not be borne! Does she not fully understand that I am her husband and she is my wife, and I will allow no other to come between us? How could she look at or want another in the way she should only see and want her husband? Is she not happy with me? Have I not shown her how much I love her? Am I not enough for her? Will I lose her? She is everything to me! I cannot lose her! I cannot live without her!

No, this cannot be! I will show her that I am the only man for her. I will show her how a man pleasures the woman he loves. I will make her forget his name. She will only be screaming my name in pleasure, because she is mine, and mine alone!

"Yes, you are my wife. Remember that. You are Mrs. Darcy, my wife." I say passionately and I loom over her and back her up against the wall nearest me.

Elizabeth's breathing has picked up, as I surround her with my presence and have pinned her against the wall. "Of course I'm your wife, William. What has gotten into you?" she asked.

"No, the question, Mrs. Darcy, is what is about to get into you?" I said lasciviously. I give her no time to reply as I reach below and lift her dress, baring her legs and then lift her unexpectedly such that she must put her legs around me in order to support herself as her back leans against the wall.

I then kiss her, demanding entrance into her sweet mouth and I plunder it as if this might be our last kiss. I do not want it to end, ever! She is loving this. I can tell quite easily, as my heated kiss is already making her moan shamelessly. I can also feel her pressing her hot center against me in need.

Roughly leaving her mouth, I nip her neck with my teeth and then sooth her skin with my tongue. She is moaning loudly now as I try to devour her neck. In between my love bites, I ask her in a commanding voice, "Whose wife are you?"

Her passion-addled mind is brought up sharply by my commanding voice as she shivers and answers quickly, "Yours."

"Whose?" I question commandingly again before I bite her neck a little harder now.

She yelps in a high-pitched, needy voice that I love to hear and cries out "Yours, Will. I am your wife."

"Yes," I say roughly, "you are. You. Are. Mine! My wife!"

I grab the low collar of her dress and pull it down, revealing her breasts to me and I immediately latch on to one, using my entire mouth to suckle on her harshly. I hear her gasp, "God, yes!" as her hands weave into my hair pushing my face more into her chest, causing me to open my mouth wider to allow more of her lush breast into my mouth.

I feel Elizabeth press harder against me, attempting to get her core get closer to me while she yells out, "Yes, William! God, yes! Oh, your mouth feels so good!"

I allow her breast to pop out of my mouth as I lean towards her ear and roughly ask her, "Whose mouth feels good upon your breasts, Elizabeth?"

"God, William! Your mouth! Yours." She replies desperately.

"That's right, Elizabeth. I am the one who brings you pleasure. I am the only one who will ever bring you this pleasure!"

With that, I reach for my breeches with my hand to release myself and immediately begin to coat myself in the proof of her pleasure, teasing her relentlessly without entering her, even though she attempts to take me in unsuccessfully.

I nip her earlobe with my teeth before I say, in lustful low voice, "Do you feel how hard you make me, Elizabeth. Do you feel how ready I am to take you? I am always ready to take you. You are always mine to take, just as I am always yours to take, whenever or wherever you would like. Does that please you wife? That at any moment of the day, I might come to you or you could come to me and this would be ready to bring you pleasure?" I say as I enter her suddenly to the hilt and just as quickly pull out.

She sucked in her breath in surprise when I entered her and cried out in disappointment when I left her just as unexpectedly. She tried once more to take me in, but I would not allow it.

I rubbed myself against her, continuing to tease her as I whispered against her ear, "Do you want me, Elizabeth? Do you want me inside your tight, sweet body?"

Her body is writhing against me as my words make her whimper and groan in desperation.

I lick her ear and whisper, "Do you like it when my manhood slides inside you to claim you, to touch deep within you where no other has ever been nor ever will be but me? Does it feel good to feel me lose control inside of you and fill you fully with everything I have? That is what you like, is it not Elizabeth? You like to see me lose control in you, because of you. You like knowing that you have the power to make me lose control…to make me want you so much that I cannot think straight. Because, I do, Elizabeth. If I could, I would be inside of you all the time, because I need you like I need the air I breathe."

Elizabeth is panting heavily and I can feel the effect my words have caused as an outflow of her arousal has covered my member. Her eyes portray her need as she shouts, "Yes, William! Yes, I like it all and I want you! Please, take me! I need you! Please!"

"Can any other give you what you need, Elizabeth?" I ask in a strained, commanding voice.

"What?" she asks momentarily confused but then answers me, "No."

"Will any other ever give you what you need, Elizabeth?" I ask again in a clipped voice.

She responds more quickly this time, "No, of course not."

"But, who will, Elizabeth? Who will always give you exactly what you want and everything you need?" My voice softens and while I nip her earlobe again and rub myself hard against her core.

She moans low, savoring my movements, and stutters out breathlessly, "You…only you will, William."

"That's right, my love, only me," I say. To get my point across, I say in heated, desire-filled voice "No. One. Else!" entering her roughly three times, emphasizing each word with each thrust. I make sure to stimulate her body with mine as I pull out slowly, such that while gravity pulls her down slightly, my hardness leaves her body in an upward angle. This seems to cause Elizabeth to feel claimed by me even while I leave her body, which is exactly what I want.

That is all it takes, as I feel her body convulse upon me and Elizabeth moans in surprise at the rapidity of her culmination.

I still as I enjoy every quiver of her body as it tries to extract my pleasure from me as well. But, I am still incensed by this situation and my manhood remains as hard as it ever was. I am not through with her yet. I doubt I ever will be.

Looking beside us, I get inspired as I look out the window that overlooks the gardens. Before Elizabeth can fully recover, I pull out of her, cover her breasts once more with her dress and disengage her legs from around me so that she can stand once more.

Then, I pull her to the window so that she faces it. I spread her legs with my foot as she stands. I lean to her ear and say, "Anyone who happens by and looks up, will see us standing here enjoying the view. But, we know different, don't we Elizabeth," I say as I lift only the back of her dress, baring her backside to me, while she is fully covered in the front, and then caress her beautiful bum with my hand. "We know that you are being used for your husband's pleasure, don't we?" At this, I slide myself back into her soaked quim and we both groan in satisfaction as I begin to move slowly in and out of her.

"Yes," I say in pleasure, "Only we know how deep I am inside you right now. Only we know how eager your body is to please mine. Only we know how tightly your sweet quim is gripping my very, very hard prick," I say the crass words as I slam into her.

Elizabeth's head leans forward against the glass as she keens in pleasure from my explicit words and I can feel her body tightening on me even more, preparing to come again.

"Shall I fill you with my seed, Elizabeth?" I ask. "Would that bring you pleasure?"

"Yes, William, please," I hear her wail in desire.

"Who is the only one who will ever give you this pleasure, Elizabeth? I want anyone passing below in the garden to know who you belong to, who pleasures you, who loves you. I need to hear it loud and clear." I said all this as I rubbed her bottom with my hand before I suddenly spanked it lightly.

I hear Elizabeth's breath hitch in a moan and then I pummel into her deeply as I can, as if I am in a race to the finish line. The pleasure is blinding me, as the red haze is momentarily overtaken by my incredible need to fill her to the brim with my essence, as another means to mark and claim her. 'She is mine,' my mind shouts and pick up the pace even more.

I can hear Elizabeth screaming my name in pleasure repeatedly as I lose myself in her body. I can feel my staff growing even more inside of her as every feeling in my body seems to culminate in my physical connection with her. When I finally do release in her, my body lets loose in a great rush of pleasure and my satisfaction is crystal clear as I groan intensely against her ear. Feeling my body discharge deeply in her and hearing me voice my acute gratification, pushed Elizabeth over her pinnacle again, voicing her own fulfillment loudly, yelling out my name while her body continued to extract every ounce of pleasure from me.

We were both panting and still quivering from our exertions. My face is resting against her neck and I kiss her neck. She smells intoxicating. She smells of us. I will simply never get enough of her and yet, I know I must disengage from her body. I do so and I allow the back of her dress to fall and cover her once more, while I tuck myself back into my breeches. As soon as I am out of her, I want to be within her once more. But, now that some of that red haze has cleared from my head, I realize how brutish I acted. I am nervous about how Elizabeth will react. But, damn it all, she is my wife and she needed to be reminded of that!

Even before she turns to face me, she asks breathily, "What brought that on, William?"

"What do you mean," I say with slightly guilty eyes that luckily she can't see yet.

But, my luck runs out as she turns and stares me down.

She goes straight to the heart of the matter when she asks, "Why did you repeatedly ask me who was the only one who could pleasure me?"

I look away from her penetrating eyes, but then I feel her soft hand upon my face as she moves me to look at her. "Tell me," she says softly.

Fine. I will just face this head on as she is. My eyes suddenly take a hard glint as I ask her in a clipped and wounded voice, "Who is Johnathan?"

Elizabeth's eyes furrow for a moment in confusion. Why is she confused? Has she forgotten the great and almighty Johnathan already? I sincerely hope to God that she has.

But, then her eyes open wide in surprise right before she laughs right in my face.

I can feel myself getting angry already. I will not be made a cuckold!

"Enough!" I say roughly, trying to hide how hurt I am by her laughter. She is laughing at me, after all.

She stops immediately, when she searches my eyes and sees how wounded they are by her laughter.

"Johnathan is one of the many men you employ in your stables, my dear," she states before emphasizing, "and I have been trying to convince Mary, my Abigail, of his many amiable traits as I have noticed how often he has paid her marked attention of late. I was hoping to help them find a fraction of the happiness that I have in spades since becoming your wife."

Elizabeth asked in a delicate but incredulous tone, "William, tell me you were not jealous of your stable-hand. And, what would ever possess you to think that I would ever look at another man when I have you as my husband?"

Well, that red haze of jealousy has certainly dissipated, leaving behind only shame for having doubted Elizabeth's love for me for even a second.

Shaking my head, I apologize immediately, "Please, forgive me, Elizabeth. I deeply apologize for the way I have acted. Earlier, I decided to go for a ride and went to our room to change into my riding clothes, but when I entered, I heard you talking about this Johnathan so highly to your Abigail and I was filled with such an incredible jealousy and rage, that I ran from the room before you could see me and I was stewing in my own self-doubt and anger when you arrived. I just couldn't think straight and all I wanted to do was to remind you that you are mine and show you with my body that no one else could ever pleasure you like I could. I could not lose you to another man. I will not ever lose you to another man."

"Oh Will," I looked at him with loving eyes, "First of all, has no one ever taught you not to listen to other people's conversations, especially when they can be taken entirely out of context? And, secondly, there will never be another man for me. You are my husband and I am your wife. I love you and I am yours, always."

She then brought my face down to hers and kissed me sweetly, before her lips quirked up in a sultry smile and she said, "Besides, no one could ever please me like you can. The result of your fiery jealousy is certainly not something I will ever forget." She then gave me a searing kiss that enflamed my body once more. I groaned and whispered her name like a prayer against her lips. Her eyes looked into mine with a naughty glint to them, and she said, "Shall we go back to our chamber where you can remind me yet again who is the only one who can pleasure me?"

I groan in lust at her suggestion. My body is more than ready to remind her yet again. In lieu of answering her, I pick her up in my arms as she shouts in surprise and carry my wife, like the lascivious brute that I am, back to our chamber. I care not how we may appear to any servant who sees us. All I know is that my wife needs a thorough reminding again, and I am greatly looking forward to it!