This was delayed getting posted because of my cat. He jumped up on the desk, belly flopped onto my keyboard moving half the chapter to another file and deleted several paragraphs off the rest. I spent 3 hours trying to recover the text. Cats!
Mr. Darcy laid beside her on the bed and cradled her. Her nipples puckered as his chest hair tickled. He was warm, almost hot, but she could not let go of him. Elizabeth craved the sensations he gave her, especially when he fondled her breasts and suckled them. She ran her fingers through his silky locks.
He kissed his way down her body, taking his time to savor every inch of skin on her bosom, belly and then farther down. She squirmed and tugged his hair. "What are you doing?"
"I am exploring your delectable figure."
"But, your mouth... Fitzwilliam!"
Mr. Darcy licked her curls between her legs, then the ticklish inside of her thighs. The sensations assaulting her were heady but warred with her embarrassment that he was there, looking at her most intimate place. Elizabeth groaned and tried to hide her face in the pillows. She should not be allowing him to do this. It could not possibly be gentlemanly or decent. But she could not find the will to resist.
Then all coherent thought departed her head completely. He licked her nub, swirling his tongue until she could not stand it anymore. Mr. Darcy suckled her there, making her moan. He stroked her further, delivering more of the pleasure until the tension erupted in a brilliant light of sensations surging through her body. Elizabeth came with a cry of delight.
He spread her legs and lowered himself between them, stroking his rod. Through her foggy mind, his shaft looked far larger this close. "You cannot... that could not go inside me… it will not fit!"
"Do not worry, Elizabeth. You are ready for me."
The tip of his prick pushed inside her and she could not help but gasp at the sensation. He thrust gently, pausing when she cried out in pain. He kissed her cheeks as he pressed further until he lay fully sheathed. She could not believe the sensations swirling through her. He moved faster, thrusting harder. Mr. Darcy bit her shoulder as he gave a last pump with a loud groan and she felt him fill her with his hot seed.
He rolled off of her, laying on his back panting next to her. She stared up at the ceiling, focused on the parts of her body that had never been used before. She missed the full feeling she had when he was inside her.
"I hope you are not in pain? And that it was pleasurable?"
Elizabeth licked her lips. "Yes it was. I did not know what to expect."
"Did it meet your approval?"
"I could not say. I think we shall have to do that more often for me to determine the answer."
He chuckled. "I had dreams about being with you for so long. But there is something else that I desire this evening. I would like to bring you back to my dungeon and play with the newest piece."
She turned her head on the pillow to look at him, quite unsure as to what she had just heard. "Again? You want to do that again? Is it not too soon?"
He rolled over on his side, placing his heavy arm across her waist. "Yes, but this time it will be different. I will get to rest and you shall do the work."
Mr. Darcy kissed her on the tip of her nose and climbed out of the bed, grabbing his nightshirt off the floor. "Let us get clothed and go downstairs."
He dressed as she slowly and gingerly scooted off the mattress. She was sore in places she had never been before. This was all such a new yet pleasurable experience. Elizabeth put on her nightdress and tied her robe, still amazed at the knowledge that he had not disliked her but had admired her greatly all this time. And that they were engaged.
Mr. Darcy grabbed her hand and peeked out the doorway, then led her out, slipping quietly through the house to the gaming room and the hidden door to Mr. Darcy's dungeon.
The chamber looked more ominous, with only one small flickering candle held by Mr. Darcy. He set the candleholder down and lit the lamps. The room was brighter and again she stared at the odd wooden large structure against the wall.
The scuffing of his slippers on the stone floor announced his approach. His strong, warm hands squeezed her shoulders. "That is what I want to use tonight."
Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. "What is that? I thought it a contraption to hold saddles."
Mr. Darcy chuckled, rumbling against her back. She flushed at her lack of knowledge.
"No, my dearest Elizabeth, that is called a St. Andrew's cross. See the ties at the ends, the leather straps? I want you to tie me to the wood beams with those."
Elizabeth's mouth dropped open. What pleasure could be had with something like that? She turned around to see that Mr. Darcy had already shed his clothing, and she quickly forgot what she was going to ask him. His muscles were defined all over his body, none of the calf and shoulder enhancers currently in fashion for him. He stepped closer and Elizabeth stepped back as Mr. Darcy's shaft was almost touching her robe.
"You do not need to fear that. It brings you pleasure."
"I liked your mouth best. Your rod was quite large."
He held her hands in his. "I am sorry, Elizabeth. I did not mean to hurt you. It will feel better each time. Trust me, it feels delightful after you are accustomed to it. Do you remember how you used the riding crop on me earlier?" She nodded. "I would like you to do the same while I am tied to that."
He turned to her and led her to the cross. Mr. Darcy positioned himself in front of it and held his arms out. "Now tie my wrists."
She approached with trepidation. "I do not want to hurt you. You are sure this will not cause you pain?"
"No. It will bring me only pleasure.
Elizabeth stepped closer and stood on the balls of her feet, but could still not reach the ties. After moving a box and standing on it, she could tie his arms, and then his legs, to the wooden beams. His rod jutted straight out.
"When you are done gazing at my cock, Miss Bennet, could you please fetch the riding crop?"
She flushed and walked across the room, taking down the crop off its place on the wall and then returned. "I confess I do not understand how this can bring you pleasure."
"In your hands, it will. Tease me with the tip on my skin everywhere. Hit me with it."
Elizabeth looked down at the crop she held. His large jutting rod was still in her view. It was hard to think with it pointing straight at her.
She removed her robe, then turned back around. "All right. If this will bring you pleasure."
"It most definitely will with you wielding the instrument of my desire."
