By the time that the pair finally extracted themselves from one another and got around to eating their breakfast, the scones were cold and somewhat hard to the touch. Anna did not make even one sound of complaint though; she was far too distracted by thoughts of satisfaction to find anything wrong with how the weekend had started out. Cutler had pulled on his trousers and Anna had redressed in her light shift as they sat at the dining room table. Anna pulled her chair close to Cutler so that she sat immediately at his side, where she never wanted to leave. At this moment, the sky could open and send a downpour of the harshest rain anyone had ever seen, yet Anna's smile would not waver when she was next to Cutler, when she was where she felt she had always belonged.

As the years had passed since she was officially debuted for marriage and she had found herself still without a sufficient man as her suitor, let alone someone she could spend the rest of her like with, Anna had begun to fear that marriage and most importantly, love, would never make its way to her door. Most of the other girls her age had already become wed to the gentlemen whom had courted them at the same parties Anna had frequented. She had laughed sportingly at the jokes the men told and played the part of the proper young woman never dancing with the same man twice. She acted interested as they told her of their plans for the future, none of them holding any more ambition than the other.

At one point Anna was certain that her Mother would make herself ill if she did not stop fretting over seeing Anna married before she became too old and was forced to become a spinster. Lord Sullivan on the other hand held no such worries. If Anna did not know any better, she would have sworn that he was waiting for Cutler Beckett to return as a worthy contender just as Anna was waiting. When she had confided in him that she thought all her potential suitors were all so similar that she found them rather without purpose. Lord Sullivan had agreed with her privately, stating that he saw no potential among them; however he did not mention this to his wife. Lord Sullivan simply told her to be patient and left the argument at that.

In moments of her own fleeting worry Anna wondered if perhaps she had romanticised the idea of Cutler far too much. Absence made the heart grow fonder, but could it also create feelings which would never make sense if the absence were not a factor? However, every time she read one of his letters to her Father, she saw how he asked after her in a manner that hinted that his concern was genuine.

Some nights she still had found herself worrying that by the time Cutler returned she would indeed be a spinster, but none of that mattered now that Cutler had made his return to London. All of her dreams were coming true, as well as possibilities that she had never even dared to dream of. She swore that if her smile grew any larger it would threaten to break her face in two with the sheer size of it.

When Anna was banished outside in the time honoured tradition of 'children should be seen and not heard' she had always sought out Cutler and pried him away from his studies with pouts and impatient sighs. She had looped her small arm through his and dragged him around the garden telling him about anything which came to her childish mind. May times these conversations had taken a more serious turn, something which Anna enjoyed immensely as Cutler did not treat her as a the child that her age suggested she was. He had told her of his dreams to become a Lord with his own private ships which would serve the country he loved. He had wanted a large home that would put others to shame with a hall so large that it could double as a ballroom.
Anna had jokingly asked if his plans included marriage and remembered how he paused before answering. As he was already at the age of eighteen, this was something which had been on his mind for quite some time, thought to say that it plagued him would have been incorrect. If he were to marry right at that moment, he would be forced to marry a woman of the same class as him. Such a woman would be rather lacking in many of the areas in which he wanted. He felt that he deserved nothing less than perfect and a woman of his class would certainly be far less than that. As with everything he desired; he would not settle for just any woman to be his wife. Cutler spoke of how he wanted characteristics such as beauty with an equal measure of intelligence to be in the possession of his future wife. He had the sense not to mention the fact that he desired a woman with large breasts, a waistline made slim by a tight corset and soft pale skin. Cutler had scowled as Anna mentioned that he should not marry a woman any taller than he, lest they look like an odd pair, but he knew that her thoughts were correct. Aesthetics were everything and it simply wouldn't do to look inferior to a wife in any way possible.

One would have thought that such a conversation between a grown man and a child would be a strange thing to hear, and in truth, both knew that it was. However, Anna was all that Cutler had, apart from Lord Sullivan of course. His peers were far too concerned with matters he found to be less important. Cutler was driven, he had things all planed out, first he would acquire a title for himself, working tirelessly until he became a Lord. Once reaching such a station he would be in the position to do as he pleased and marry whomever he desired. Never in his daydreams had he thought that the woman he would have chosen would be Lady Sullivan the younger, but he had also never pictured her growing to be such a beauty, or rather, such a willing beauty. At that time, the other men his age were concerned more with immediate goals, such as satisfying the burning in their loins with the nearest barmaid. That is why none of them had made it as far as he had. It was pure and simple to him, denial in the moment meant more pleasure in the long run and Cutler intended to have a very long run with the woman he deemed worthy.

Cutler had faced ridicule when the other men thought he was not listening. They thought that surely something must be wrong with a man who was not interested in the sins of the flesh. How they had joked and called him names behind his back. The mere thought was enough to fill the pit of his stomach with a burning hatred. Now that he had power unlike any of them, he would be sure to repay them in kind.

While Anna may have been too young to understand why Cutler was so driven towards success and the wealth that it brought, or even why such things were so important to him, that did not mean that she ever forgot a word that he said. Upon deciding that Cutler was the only man for her, Anna dove into books so that she could be as intelligent as he desired. Now she sat at the dining room table at his side, the woman that he had chosen.

If Cutler had noticed her daydreams, he said nothing, simply studying the woman beside him. She shook herself from her thoughts and began stealing glances at Cutler. Anna felt like a giggling fool so often described in the romance novels she had acquired via her trusted maid Helen.

Cutler could plainly see that Anna was watching his every move; she hardly made any effort to mask her apparent interest in his half bare form. Each time his eyes caught hers, she would look away with a light red blush covering her cheeks. Finally Cutler could take no more of her silent staring eyes.

"What has you so interested my sweet?" he asked conversationally, as if he were oblivious to what had a hold of her attention.

"N-nothing!" Anna exclaimed far too quickly to be as innocent as her answered suggested.

"You should know that lying to me will get you nowhere," Cutler said. "I can see it on your beautiful face." His long fingers reached out and cupped Anna's chin, forcing her gaze upwards to meet his own.

"I was simply recalling that you mentioned something about making certain memories on this table. I was wondering how you would do it, that is all," Anna admitted. "I know that when you first suggested such a thing that I was reluctant to say the least, but I believe my eyes have been opened to certain questionable activities. After all," she paused as the smirk on her face grew, "I was taught that such things were wrong to do, without any solid reasoning behind the argument."

Cutler returned Anna's smirk before dipping his face closer to hers and stealing her lips in a soft kiss. His fingers moved up to brush through her hair slowly and she leaned into his touch longingly. Anna wanted everything that he had to give and then more, it was just as Cutler has said, she was truly insatiable. She would be indebted to him forever for all that he had taught her in such a short amount of time. Anna turned her lips to kiss the palm of his hand. The soft skin of her lips brushing against his rough and calloused palm. Anna took a hold of his hand, placing her lips now to the middle of his wrist before placing another on his middle and index fingers. The same fingers which had been buried within her. Cutler's ice blue eyes remained trained on Anna, always watching for telltale signs. His mind briefly flickered back to earlier that morning, though their escapade in the bathroom felt like days ago. He raised an eyebrow at her actions but remained silent, waiting to see what she had in mind for her wandering lips. Cutler couldn't help but smirk at the moment when Anna seemed to remember what she was doing. Sometimes she could be so absentminded in his presence, like his touch was an intoxicant, the more she had of it, the more she forgot about anything and everything else. A light red blush crept up over Anna's cheeks as her eyes met with his. As she chewed her bottom lip between her teeth nervously, Cutler took the moment to strike.

His arms snaked their way around her waist and he pulled her onto his lap. Anna let out a rather un-ladylike noise of surprise but quickly got over the shock and wrapped her arms around Cutler's neck, one hand running slowly through his hair. She scratched her fingernails lightly against his scalp earning a masculine grunt from Cutler. Her touch was feather light as it trailed down the back of his neck and across his shoulder.

"I do not believe that you gave me an answer Cutler." Her lips pressed to his neck, rubbing against his pulse point before her tongue flicked out from her parted lips and grazed the same spot.

Cutler raised an eyebrow at his young lover then raised his hand to cup her chin and force their lips together in a short and chaste kiss. "Why should I tell you, when I could give you something of a demonstration instead," he whispered.

Anna felt her body begin to heat up at the sheer tone of his whispered words. She could not help but hope that maybe this time he would forget his respect for her social standing and take her with the full force of his manhood. Anna knew that he would not do such a thing, his self-control was unparalleled, but still her mind created beautiful fantasies where he finally gave into his urges. "Then why do you not show me now?" she replied, her voice equally hushed, each words brushing their lips together.

"Stand," Cutler commanded.

Anna slid off Cutler's lap and stood to attention, waiting for Cutler's next move. Slowly he rose up in front of her and catching Anna off guard his fingers went straight for the tie which was holding her limited clothing to her body. It slipped from her now name frame and pooled onto the floor. Anna gasped as the cold air touched her body, causing her nipples to harden even before Cutler could get his masterful hands on them. His fingers grasped her hips and pushed her backwards gently until she hit the side of the table; he then lifted her slightly and placed her sitting on the edge of the dining room table. Wordlessly he spread her legs on either side of his body and nestled himself between them, where only he belonged. Anna let out a breathy sigh as his lips made their way to her neck to suck and kiss at the sweet spot which made her melt into his touch. Her moans only became louder as he trailed his lips down her neck and over to her right breast. His warm tongue slipped out of his mouth and swirled around the nipple, sucking and licked at the hardened round bud. When Cutler was satisfied with Anna's vocal reaction, he drew his attention to the other, all the while listening to the moans and sighs escaping from his younger lover's mouth.

Cutler's erection was painfully rubbing against the hard material of his trousers, but it was a friction that he had come to revel in the feeling of. He could feel Anna's hot, wet heat pressing and grinding against his erection. Each time his tongue caressed her breasts her hips would thrust forward in an unconscious response. The sounds issuing forth from Anna told him that she needed release just as much as she did, and he was never one to disappoint his woman.

"Cutler please!" Anna moaned as she thrust her hips forwards, trying to encourage Cutler to touch her or to grind against anything that would give her release.

"Cutler please what my love?" he asked in a mocking tone, how he loved to toy with his little Anna.

"Please touch me down there," she whispered in his ear, "I need you to touch me there now," she pleaded.

"As you wish my love," Cutler finally said. He drew his mouth away from her chest and kissed her tenderly on the lips. "This will be a bit different from what you are used to, but it is the best that I can do without compromising your virtue," he said as his hands slipped slowly down her sides and thighs to part her legs even further. They continued to share open mouthed kisses as Cutler slowly allowed his fingers to make small circles on the insides of her thighs. Anna sighed impatiently and writhed against the movements encouraging Cutler to hurry and reach his destination.

"Tell me Anna, to whom do you belong?" his eyes were trained on hers as he asked the question. He searched for any sign of hesitation or doubt hidden within the green depths, but found none.

"I belong to you Cutler," she replied. "I have always belonged to you."

Her answer was apparently the correct one as Cutler's free hand fisted into her hair and pulled her lips roughly against his. Anna squeaked at the harshness of his grip, but he didn't let go, forcing her to remain in place. He took advantage of her parted lips and slipped his tongue between them. His tongue rubbed and thrust against hers while his fingers finally brushed lightly against her clit. Instantly Anna let out a moan and felt her eyes roll back in her head in pleasure. Between gasps of satisfaction and being held so close to Cutler, Anna fought to catch her breath. Her fingernails dug deeply into the bare skin of his shoulders leaving crescent shaped marks. Cutler's own fingers tantalisingly slowly pressed and rolled her clit before he slipped the tip of a probing finger to circle her entrance.

Their lips broke apart as Anna finally forced herself out of Cutler's tight and highly possessive grip. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as she began to calm down slowly. Cutler kissed her cheek softly by way of silent apology before trailing along to her neck and pressing

"I fail to see how this is any different from what I have become used to these past days my love," Anna said in between sharp gasps and soft sighs.

"Patience," Cutler whispered in her ear, "unless of course you want me to stop right now. I would hate to be boring you my sweet."

"No! Please do not stop," she begged, instantly regretting her earlier words.

"I had no intention of doing so," Cutler replied. Contrary to his words his fingers removed themselves from their duty.

Anna let out a disappointed groan of frustration, but the feeling of loss did not last for very long. His fingers were now digging into the flesh of her round buttocks, pulling her closer to his body. Her nipples brushed against his chest hair causing a delightful friction as the two rubbed against one another. Next Cutler began to move his hips forwards and backwards, thrusting his hardness between her parted legs. His erect cock strained against his rough trousers, confined but yet still able to enjoy the feeling of her wet heat. They rubbed and pushed against each other, grinding in a slowly building rhythm, increasing the speed and increasing the pleasure. Cutler knew that he would not be able to reach his own climax this way, he required more stimulation, needed more stimulation in other forms. However, that did not mean that he would deny Anna her climax as well. His left hand wrapped around her waist, pulling Anna closer while his other hand grabbed her leg and hoisted it up higher around his hip, exposing Anna to a different angle of enjoyment as well as keeping her pined in place. Anna's breathing began to quicken and her long fingernails of her left hand dug somewhat painfully into Cutler's back. Anna's lips made their way to his neck, leaving small kisses and nips along the skin while her other hand fisted into his short hair. As Cutler could tell that Anna was quickly approaching her peak he added his index finger to the mix, rolling her clit in small circles to encourage her onwards. He grunted as he could feel Anna's legs tightening around him, his mind immediately picturing what it would be like to have her without any restrictions. Within seconds Anna let out a low moan as the heat in her stomach burst forth and her legs began twitching in uncontrollable pleasure. She was gasping and sighing as Cutler continued to grind against her helping her to ride through her orgasm. The sound of her heavy breathing against his neck was almost enough to drive himself over the edge, but he dug his fingernails into Anna's thigh to bite back his own pleasure. It caused him pain to do so, but he knew that after he provided such a clearly satisfactory service for Anna, she would be more than willing to return the favour.

As her shaking subsided Anna relaxed her grip but remained pressed to Cutler, every inch of their body that was free was touching. He moved his hand from her thigh and instead wrapped it around her waist, caressing the bare skin with his thumb. With his other hand he ran his fingers through her hair gently. Anna's eyes slowly began to close and Cutler could not help but smirk at the knowledge that he was the only man who had ever had the pleasure of hearing her moan and sigh, or to see the way her skin flushed pink after such activities knowing that he had caused these reactions. Her supple body with those large breasts and firm legs, it all belonged to him. She had even admitted so herself. Those plump red lips had only ever kissed his flesh and her hot wet mouth had only ever been wrapped around his cock. The mere thought was enough to make it difficult to concentrate on what Anna was saying.

"So when we are married we will do that same thing in here again?" Anna asked catching the lustful look in Cutler's eyes.

"In a way," he purred in her ear, "but when we are married, we both will be naked. Instead of clothing constantly being in our way, your legs will be wrapped around my –"

"Cutler!" Anna interrupted, blushing bright red and her eyes wide with embarrassment.

"You choose the strangest times to become shy my love, when just a minute ago you were calling my name for the world to hear," he said tracing a finger down the side of her face.

Anna glared playfully at Cutler and nuzzled her face into his neck, "would you prefer if I were quieter?"

"No my sweet," he replied, "there is no reason that you should ever hold yourself back."

Anna placed her hand on the middle of his chest and gently pushed Cutler backwards so that she could jump off the table. Without a word she directed him back into his chair before dropping to her knees in front of him. Anna placed her hands of his knees and lightly trailed them up his thighs, rubbing and massaging as she went. She got as far as unfastening his trousers before she paused to look up at him, searching for any signs that she should not continue.

Cutler's gaze was intense, commanding her to continue without a need for words. Anna was learning incredibly quickly, Cutler didn't even have to request that she fulfil the role that he had planned for her. The outcome of this weekend could not have been any better for his final plans.

She popped open the buttons of his trousers and immediately began to pleasure his length with her tongue. Anna swirled her tongue around his cock, slowly circling the tip and earning groans from Cutler. One of her hands continued to rub and massage at his thighs while the other tucked into his trousers and gently cupped and rolled his balls. Cutler's fingers wove into her long hair and held her close to where he wanted her attention. Anna obeyed and continued to tease her tongue around the tip of his cock. A tightened fist in her hair forced Anna to reconsider her teasing actions. Her mouth sank lower down his length, taking all that she could in, while he tongue rubbed and caressed the underside of his cock. Cutler could quickly feel the arrival of his peak. He bit the inside of his cheek to force it back down, wanting instead to savour the memory of Anna on her knees in his vast dining room. He wished the vision before him would sear itself into his memory accompanied by the intoxicating feeling of Anna's lips and tongue. Cutler wished there was some way to keep this feeling forever, to freeze the moment and never move from it again. He was shaken from his thoughts by the movement of Anna's head, moving up and down rapidly on his cock, quickening in pace as she could tell Cutler was coming close to his own undoing. He let out a grunting moan as Anna trailed her mouth slowly off his cock. She removed her hand from his thigh and instead wrapped it around the base of his length. Anna's mouth descended back the top of Cutler's cock, taking in as much as she could. Her tongue rubbed and massaged against the highly sensitive skin while her hand stimulated where she could not reach. Cutler felt his peak approaching again and this time he did nothing to hold himself back. His breathing became faster and his fingers tightened in Anna's hair, forcing her to remain in place while his orgasm surged through his body. He gasped for air as he felt his entire body tingling and twitching with pleasure. Anna sucked and swallowed as he spilled himself down her throat, continuing her motions until there was nothing left that Cutler could give. His face was flushed and his chest was still heaving when he pulled Anna's lips to meet his. He kissed her again and again, ignoring the taste of his own satisfaction on her lips.

"That was utter perfection," he whispered against her lips as he pulled away. He meant to say that she was utter perfection, but he was reminded by a small nagging doubt that nothing was final yet. There was no sense in letting Anna know just how much of a hold she had over him before everything was settled.

Anna smiled, "you are welcome my future Lord Beckett," she replied. Anna caught the flicker of his eyes that suggested there was something more he had to say, but she left it alone. Cutler would say what he wanted when he wanted too, it would be like pushing a boulder uphill if she tried to force anything out of him.

I am so incredibly sorry that it has been 9 months and 8 days since I last posted anything.
If anyone is still with me - pleasure forgive me! I hope that I haven't lost all of my dear readers!
I will do my best to keep my updates more regular from now on.