AN: Just a warning, this story is rated M for a reason, if you are uncomforatble reading such things skip this chapter :D
Lord Sullivan sat at the head of the table, he always looked more impressive when he was sitting at the head of a table, it was almost as if it was the place he belonged and anything else simply would not suffice. The table was long enough to fill the entire length of the dining room; this meant that holding a conversation with the person at the other end of the table was near impossible without shouting at them. More often than not Anna was not permitted to voice her opinions on matters which were being discussed as according to her Mother, a girl of Anna's age had nothing of interest to add to an adult conversation. Anna had given up arguing with her Mother's verdict on that matter as she found it ended up causing more arguments, none of which she could be bothered partaking in.
The elder Lady Sullivan sat at the foot of the table, looking thoroughly unimpressed that her husband had just announced a young unmarried man would be staying under her roof for several days. For as long as they had been married her husband had delighted in taking in wayward young men and setting them on the correct path. All of them went on to be successful in their chosen areas and Lord Sullivan could claim to be part of what made them successful. Every time one of his former students returned for a visit he beamed with pride and held great parties to show off their success.
Once Anna hit the age of fourteen Lady Sullivan decided that it was no longer appropriate for handsome unwed men to be staying under the same roof as their much younger virgin daughter. Lord Sullivan was reluctant to cease teaching the young men, but once he caught the young Master Whitlock standing altogether too close to his little angel he finally agreed with his wife. Anna had reached an age where needed to be kept away from young men and their wandering hands and lust filled gazes. When they told Anna of their decision they were rather amazed to find that she could care less if a hundred men came to stay. The only young man whose whereabouts she was concerned with was Cutler Beckett, and unless he was coming back to stay, she simply was not interested.
To Lady Sullivan Cutler Beckett was just another in a long line of students that her husband had forced upon the family throughout the years, the only thing she remembered about the man was that he was short in stature. She was the type of woman to find peculiarities to be hilarious; she even managed to take small jibes at her only child for her lack of height as well. Lady Sullivan had a vicious side to her, a side which her husband had never seen, else he would never have asked for her hand in marriage all those years ago. In Lord Sullivan's eyes his wife could do no wrong, but around everyone else it was evident that she was not as kind and caring as she pretended to be. With her husband she had to act in a certain way, she owed him a lot for saving her from a life of destitution, the least she could do was chatter sweetly to his business partners and their wives. The fact that the wives always had interesting pieces of information went a long way to curb her vicious tongue, but the longer she had to put up with them, the worse her servants suffered the next day.
Anna and Cutler sat opposite one another in the middle of the table, each silently taking bites out of their dinner while Lord and Lady Sullivan had a conversation with one another across the length of the table. Anna was used to this arrangement, she was to simply eat her dinner in silence, then have her dessert, excuse herself and retire to the library where she would be allowed to read for an hour before she was ordered off to bed. This had been the arrangement for as long as Anna could remember, but that did not mean that she enjoyed the routine by any means. She slipped her feet out of her shoes as she usually did and swung her legs back and forth beneath the table where no one could see her childish behaviour as she waited for dessert to be served.
Cutler, her Mother and her Father were all in deep conversation about something, but Anna could not force her mind to concentrate on the words they were speaking. Ever since her Father had announced that Cutler would be staying with them for a few days Anna had been unable to wipe the smile from her face. As if having him back in London had not been enough, now he would be staying so close that she could see him whenever she wanted to see him. She continued to smile and swing her legs under the table as she thought about the things she could do with Cutler while he was staying. Her foot swung a little wider than she was expecting it to do and it collided with Cutler's thigh. She saw him twitch in mild discomfort, but before she could removed her foot, Cutler has seized hold of it underneath the table in such a discreet manner that no one saw his hand disappear. Anna's eyes widened as she felt Cutler caress her ankle and hold her in place while he continued his conversation with her parents. Anna bit her lip at the strange sensations the movements of his fingers was causing, she had never felt such a tingling all the way up her leg like this before.
Anna was so lost in her own thoughts that she almost missed the fact that her favourite dessert of apple pie had arrived. Cutler pulled her foot to rest against him before removing his hand from under the table and picking up his dessert spoon to start his meal. He said nothing to Anna, nor did he give any indication as to what she was supposed to do with her foot placed in such an inappropriate location, so she decided to keep her foot where he had left it.
"Are you feeling sick Anastasia? Your face is terribly red," her Mother stated.
"Oh no Mother dearest, I am completely fine."
Lady Sullivan raise a sceptical eyebrow at Anna, but did not press the matter any further, the girl was more trouble than she was worth at times Lady Sullivan confessed to herself. She would have to find her a husband soon so that she could finally move out of the house and Lady Sullivan could have another free bedroom to entertain her guests. The look on her face must have been one of concern for soon her daughter's voice interrupted her thoughts again.
"Please do not worry Mother, I truly am fine," Anna insisted. She raised her eyes to see Cutler smirking at her embarrassment. She scrunched her toes up and rubbed her foot lightly against the material of his trousers, the heel of her foot grinding against his crotch in the most delightfully pleasing way. Cutler's eyes widened at the sensation and he could feel a tightening begin in his trousers. Cutler's eyes met with Anna's green orbs only to discover that she was smirking at him this time.
Cutler watched her intently as she raised the spoon covered in apple pie to her plump red lips. Anna's mouth opened slowly and she swallowed her food down before licking her smiling lips and savouring the taste. She had no idea how intently Cutler was watching her, how he was studying the movements of her lips and tongue as she ate and she certainly had no idea as to what her actions were doing to his body.
It had been a long time since Cutler had indulged in pleasures of the flesh, choosing to abstain and focus on his career rather than sink into nameless women who would take him for all that he had. His arousal had been growing ever since he laid his eyes upon the fully grown body of Anna Sullivan. Her wayward foot colliding gently with him had been just the stimulation he had needed. The movements she was making caused his arousal to grow and strain against the fabric of his trousers. He had never been happier to simply sit at the dinner table and enjoy the conversation of Lord and Lady Sullivan, or at least that is how they would see his actions. Cutler found there had never been anything more exciting that holding a normal conversation while secretly having his arousal rubbed by a beautifully innocent young woman underneath the table. If he had been a bolder man he would have unbuttoned his trousers and freed his erection to rub and grind, skin to skin with Anna, but alas, he was not that bold of a man, more out of fear that Anna would be startled. If he had clear knowledge that she would comply with such actions he would have ripped his trousers open in a manner of seconds and fully indulged in what was shaping up to be his latest fantasy. With each bite of her dessert Cutler felt her foot move gently against him, Cutler dreaded the moment when dinner would be over and Anna would be forced to remove warm foot from applying pressure to his crotch. He was glad for the fact that he was wearing a long frock coat, which would be able to hide his obvious bodily state. He knew for sure that Lord Sullivan would throw him out and never forgive him if he knew just what kind of real pleasure he was getting out of the conversation.
Anna's innocent green eyes widened in curiosity at the bulge she could feel beneath her toes. Cutler subtly placed his finger to his lips in a silencing motion, his icy blue eyes begging her not to say a word about what she could feel. Anna nodded and went to remove her foot, but Cutler held her in place with his other hand. He rubbed her ankle in reassurance to encourage her to continue her soft movements. Anna smiled nervously at Cutler and continued to rub and press against his straining bulge. Cutler was pleasantly surprised at how quickly Anna had moved on from innocently kissing his cheek to giving him such pleasure. It became obvious to Cutler that young Anna had curiosities and urges that she told no one about and he was apparently the lucky man she had set her sights upon.
Anna listened to the conversation between Cutler and her parents, amazed at his ability to hold a conversation as if there was nothing else going on. He was obviously affected by her movements, yet neither of her parents had any clue what was going on beneath the table. She bit her lip and smirked at the thought of what her Mother would say if she had any clue as to what was happening. The thought both thrilled and terrified Anna and she tried not to let any of those emotions cross her face as she slowly finished her dinner.
She knew that as soon as she finished her pie, her Mother would dismiss her, effectively banishing her from the room as they all continued on with their conversation. The longer she took to eat, the longer she could spend in the presence of Cutler, but with each mouthful she devoured she came closer to the inevitable banishment.
"You may go now Anastasia," Lady Sullivan said, waving her hand dismissively at Anna once she noticed the empty plate sitting in front of her daughter.
Quickly Anna removed her foot from its resting place, slid it back in her shoe and stood from the table. She curtsied to her Mother, then to her Father and then finally to Cutler before silently leaving the room. Cutler's eyes followed her out of the room, but other than that there was no evidence that anything other than dinner had taken place.
Anna returned to her bedroom and unceremoniously threw off her dress. She wriggled and struggled out of her corset and threw the cursed thing across the room out of sheer frustration. As usual she was furious at being dismissed so easily, Anna knew she could have added interesting things to the conversation; she was far smarter than her Mother gave her credit for. Silently fuming Anna located her nightclothes and threw them on. Next she wrapped her nightgown over the top and snatched her lone candle from the table next to her bed and stomped down the hall to the library. If she was not allowed to participate in adult conversation involving intelligence, then she would fall into the world of books. Books certainly did not care if she was a young woman who wanted to learn as opposed to being a man who wanted to broaden his mind. The words in her Father's books let her read them without a single care and that is why most of the time Anna preferred books to people.
Anna shut the door quietly behind her and set about looking for a book which she wanted to read for the night. She pulled a heavy book about rare animal species from a high shelf and settled onto the couch to carry on reading from where she had been up to last time. She had no idea how long she had been reading before a knock came at the door, "come in," she called in response.
Lord Sullivan's head pocked through the door, "hello my little angel," he said.
"Hello Father!" she said happily, "did you enjoy dinner and conversation with Cutler?"
"Yes my little one, Cutler has come a long way during his absence. I dare say he is well on his way to great things."
"I always knew he would Father."
"I know you did, you always have been a good judge of character," Lord Sullivan said, returning his daughter's smile, "do not stay up too late my angel. Am I correct in guessing that you will want to spend time with Cutler tomorrow?"
"Yes please Father, if it alright with you and Mother."
"I will work on your Mother, but it is completely fine with me. I know Cutler will take good care of you."
"Thank you Father," Anna said leaping from her seat and hugging her Father in gratitude.
"You should learn to better disguise your enthusiasm," Lord Sullivan half-heartedly scolded Anna, "but I am glad to see such a large smile on your face once again."
"Mother keeps telling me I need to learn to control my emotions better, she says no man will ever want to marry me if I act like an emotional wreck," Anna said.
"If that is the case then I am glad for your lack of control my angel, I do not believe I am ready to give you up just yet."
"Oh Father, you know if I got married I would come around to visit you every chance I got, so you would never really be rid of me."
"That makes me very happy little one, now I am off to bed. Remember not to stay up too late. Cutler is staying in the room next to yours so do not be alarmed if you hear noises coming from that room."
"I could never forget that Cutler is home! Good night Father."
"Goodnight," he replied before slipping from the room and walking down the hall to his own bedroom. He smiled to himself, happy in the knowledge that his daughter was finally smiling properly again.
Anna returned to her seat and continued reading until the light from her candle was so low that it would soon go out. She frowned at her traitorous candle, just as she was at a particularly interesting part in her book the cursed candle decided it had had enough for the night. Anna would need to go looking for a longer candle tomorrow so that she was not disappointed again.
She sighed and lifted the heavy book above her head trying to make room for it on the shelf she had originally taken it from. Anna struggled to hold the book in one hand and find the exact place it had come from. If only she was a little bit taller she would not have any problem whatsoever, but she was the height she was and there was nothing she could do about that little problem. Anna was so caught up in trying to rearrange the shelf that she did not hear the door open and close behind her.
"Allow me," Cutler said whispering in her ear from behind. His voice and his lips so close to her ear sent a tingling sensation down her spine and she had to fight against the urge to turn around and wrap her arms around the devilishly handsome man standing so closely behind her.
Anna let out a gasp of shock as Cutler placed one hand around her waist, gently pulling their bodies together and with the other hand took the book from her and placed it on the shelf just out of her reach. Anna bit her lip out of nervousness and could not seem to find anything intelligent to say, so she just leant back against Cutler and remained silent.
"It is truly terrible when the thing we want the most is just out of reach," Cutler whispered, his lips brushing against the skin of Anna's neck.
Anna was still frozen to the spot, Cutler's arm around her waist and his lips against her neck had startled her into complete silence. She wished she could find the right words, show Cutler just how intelligent she truly was, but nothing would come to her, so she simply nodded in response.
Cutler had stood in the doorway, just watching Anna as she stretched for the shelf she wanted. Her nightgown clung to her curves, but she was still wearing far too much for Cutler's liking. He decided to advance upon her while she still had her back turned and could not see him coming. He smirked at the fact that Anna was so intimidated by his proximity, she was blushing furiously and Cutler was having a hard time keeping his lips from wandering down her neck and tasting her skin.
After Anna had left the dining room Cutler had subtly rearranged himself, his body eventually calming down from its earlier excitement. But now, catching her looking so startled and so vulnerable, he could not stop the telltale surges of pleasure from running through his body. He tightened his grip around her waist and was happy to discover that she did not pull away or demand some sort of explanation.
"Tell me honestly Anna, did you miss me while I was gone?" he whispered in her ear.
"Yes," Anna said softly.
"And are you happy that I have returned to London?"
"Yes, but I would be happier if you were to stay here, in this house forever," she said boldly.
Cutler placed his lips against her neck and planted a soft kiss on her skin, "thank you for your honesty my sweet," he said before adding "you are so beautiful when you are nervous."
"Thank you Cutler," she said giving him a nervous smile.
"Tell me one more thing my sweet," Cutler said, his hand wandering up from her waist to rub at her sides. Slowly his fingers advanced to the side of her breast, caressing her through her nightgown.
Anna let a small whimpering moan escape from her lips, "what do you want to know?"
His free hand moved around her waist while the other continued caressing her breast. "Has anyone ever touched you like this before?"
"N-No," she moaned, pushing her chest forward into his gentle hand.
"Do you enjoy the way I am touching you?" his finger trailed lazily around her hardened nipple.
"Yes, yes," she repeated.
"Will you let me be the only one who touches you like this?" Cutler gently pinched her nipple and a stifled scream escaped her plump red lips before Cutler could stop her.
"You are the only one I have ever wanted; ever since I was young you have always been on my mind Cutler."
Cutler kissed her neck for a third time, "then you will promise yourself to me?" he asked.
"I have always been yours Cutler. If you had not gone away I would already be with you, properly," Anna said firmly, she had wanted to marry Cutler for as long as she could remember, what had started out as a childish crush had turned into an infatuation a long time ago.
"It would not have been right, you are an intelligent young woman and you know that Anna. But now that I am to be made a Lord, I am finally worthy of marrying you," he paused before adding, "of course I will have to ask your Father for your hand first."
"Father loves you like the son he never had, of course he will say yes," Anna said biting back another loud moan of pleasure as Cutler rubbed her hip and pinched her nipple again.
"Then everything is perfect for us," he said, spinning Anna around and pulling her body against his front. Her moans had encouraged his trousers to tighten around his erection as it had during dinner. Anna could feel his bulge pressing between her legs and she let out a loud gasp of surprise.
"You should get to bed now my sweet," he said to her.
"If that is what you really want Cutler," she replied smiling at him.
"Believe me when I say I would rather you not leave, but I fear you are far too enticing for your own good my sweet."
Anna blushed in response, "I trust you, goodnight Cutler."
"Goodnight my sweet Anna," he said cupping her chin and bringing her lips to his in a chaste kiss.
Anna blushed before she swept from the room and all but ran to her bedroom. When she stood safely alone in her room she brought her fingers to her lips which could still feel the light sensation of the touch of his lips. Her breasts tingled where his fingers had caressed and pinched her and she could feel a strange wet feeling between her legs. She bit her bottom lip in confusion, if she was honest with herself she would have to confess that she had no idea what she had done to Cutler. Sure, she had a fair idea of where her foot had been placed, and she had secretly read enough human biology books to understand the mechanics involved in creating the bulge her foot had rubbed against, but that was as far as her knowledge on the subject went. She sighed in frustration and partial confusion before slipping in to bed and drifting off to sleep.
"So beautiful, so sweet, so delightfully innocent," he said in the darkness of his bedroom. He closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead as he thought about the prospect of marriage. It had never seemed all that interesting to him before, but that was when the only potential wives had been the bumbling idiots who had a large inheritance and a small brain. They were well versed in the art of sewing and taking tea, but they could not hold an intelligent conversation to save their lives. Now that Anna was fully developed and just as intelligent as she had been when she was younger he could finally make peace with the idea of marriage. Yes, Cutler could enjoy married life if it involved being with Lady Anna Sullivan. He decided that the night of the celebration for his Lording ceremony would be the night that he asked Lord Sullivan for his daughters hand in marriage and he felt confident that his former mentor would oblige such a request. Until then Cutler would have to find some secret way to indulge in pleasure with Anna, what he had been doing with her only moments before was only the tip of the iceberg. He knew how eager she was to learn and he would make sure her curiosities were met with rapturous pleasure that would benefit them both.
Cutler lay staring at the ceiling thinking about how bold Anna had been, willingly following his silent instruction without hesitation or fear. The situation may have been borne from an accident, but that did not make it any less pleasurable for Cutler. Then in the library, her body had responded to his enthusiastically, she had not turned from him and slapped his advances away, nor had she protested in any form. The taste of her soft skin and the moans which had escaped her only served to confirm Cutler's earlier suspicions. Anna had urges that she wanted to explore and Cutler was the only man she wanted to explore them with.
His hand glided down his stomach, over his hips and grabbed a hold of his erect shaft. Cutler closed his eyes and pictured the young Lady Sullivan lying naked on the bed next to him. He imagined her skin would be just as pale beneath her layers of clothing and her large breasts, which had caught his eye earlier, would feel wondrous being kneaded in his hands. She would smile at him and beg him to let her please his straining cock. Cutler would never say no to Anna as long as that was her request. In his mind he could see her plump bright red lips kissing the flesh of his stomach, travelling lower and lower until she would reach the base of his cock. Anna would continue her trail of kisses from the base to the tip and back down again before taking his entire length into the warm cavern of her mouth. Cutler imagined the sensation of her pink tongue swirling around the tip and his hips thrusting his cock down the back of her throat. The muscles of her throat contracting around him and squeezing him tightly. Her teeth gently grazing his soft flesh, her tongue licking and sucking, encouraging him to cum in her mouth and take a little bit of her pure innocence away.
As he pictured Anna's actions he pumped his erection up and down at a furiously quick pace. Twisting and squeezing at the tip, feeling his body stiffen moments before he reached his climax. Cutler let out a quiet moan of pleasure as his hips rose from the bed, riding out his orgasm until there was nothing left.
Cutler quickly cleaned himself up, putting on his nightclothes before sliding into the warm bed. He turned over to lie on his stomach, burying his face in the soft pillow. He wished he was burying his face between Anna's large breasts, but he knew that would be a long time coming. For now he was satisfied with picturing Anna in the throes of passion while taking care of his own business. Cutler eventually drifted off to sleep, but it was not a completely peaceful sleep, for his dreams were haunted by the image of Anna and her plump red lips.