In Bed With A Duke – A Regency Romance
It should have been the best day of Sophia's young life. Just three hours earlier, she had stood at the alter with David Marshall. Westminster Abbey had been full and it was supposed to have been a great occasion. However, despite the fact that David was the most handsome officer in the Coldstream Guards, Sophia didn't love him. Neither did he love her.
Their marriage was the idea of their respective fathers. Both men presided over companies of vast wealth. The Marshalls owned the largest tea plantations in the British Empire, and the Moncriefs the largest shipping company. A family liaison of that nature would cement them together and make each family richer still.
Sophia had tried her best. She had made a tremendous effort with her appearance. Tall and slender, she'd looked radiant in her wedding dress. Her blonde hair was bedecked with the finest flowers money could buy, and her jewelry made her sea blue eyes sparkle. As she'd walked down the aisle with her father, she'd reduced many of the women to tears with her beauty. When her father handed her to David, his reaction had been one of total disinterest. From that moment, Sophia's day had been ruined.
Despite a lavish reception and the well wishes of all the guests, Sophia's mood didn't lift. It wasn't until she and David were sitting in their carriage on the way to the Grosvenor Hotel that she began think of her future. David was very attractive and giving herself to him sexually would be a pleasure, but she was worried that they had been forced to marry. She didn't yet have very strong feelings for him. She comforted herself with the thought that her love for him would come in time.
In the hotel, they sat next to each other on the bed and stared into space. To Sophia, David seemed distant and cold. It was as if a ghost was sitting next to her. She wanted to change the mood. Sophia had often dreamed of her wedding night. In fact she had often dreamed of naked men taking her, teaching her erotic things. Now she wanted to do it for real.
She took the initiative and stood up. Once in the middle of the room, she looked at him and began to unfasten her wedding dress. He didn't flinch. Even when she revealed her luscious breasts, he didn't move. When Sophia was naked she stood and looked at him in expectation. Still nothing.
''David please, get up and hold me,'' she pleaded. He did as she wished. He took her in his arms but he didn't touch any place that would lead to her arousal.
Sophia had talked about sex with her married sister. She'd been a fountain of information. Sophia had listened intently, and now she was about to try something she was sure would get David's attention.
When she felt for his bulge she felt no sign of arousal at all. Surely a red blooded man, even one who is not in love, would jump at the opportunity to have sex with a beautiful woman, she thought.
She got to her knees, snapped open the buttons and pulled his penis out. When she took him into her mouth, she'd expected it to swell and begin to throb. That is what her sister had told her. But David's member just remained flaccid. Sophia sucked for many minutes, but eventually gave up. She walked to the bed and got under the covers.
''David, today we stood in front of God and our families and expressed our love for one another. I know that our marriage was an arrangement, but I do hope in time you will come to love me, as I will you. Tomorrow you will go to your regiment and then to France, please come and talk to me.''
''What do you want to talk about?''
''Our marriage and the future.''
David took off his clothes and lay down next to her. When she felt for his penis again, there was still no reaction.
The next morning David left early. Sophia had so wanted to feel her husband naked on her, penetrate her and take her to places of such an erotic nature it would make her gasp. But now she lay frustrated, and as sexually laden as it was possible for a young woman to be.
*****
Sophia and David were to live in Netherton Hall, a mansion in the countryside. It was given to them by David's father. It was Sophia's job to decorate and furnish the house, before David returned from military duties in France.
She applied herself busily and soon the house was full of workmen. Sophia spent much of her time looking at their buttocks and the bulges in their trousers. At times the men would wink at each other in the knowledge that she was sneakily looking at them. In their tea breaks they would fantasize about which one of them had the package that would satisfy her the most. Sophia wouldn't have cared, in her state she could easily have taken them all and still been left wanting more.
When the workmen had finished, it was the turn of the merchants. They arrived in a steady stream, one after the other. Sophie sat next to them and looked at curtains and matching bed linen. She had been particularly attracted to one tall merchant who was about her age. He'd spent most of the time they'd been together, looking at her breasts. She, equally interested, had spent most of their meeting looking at the erection hiding in his underwear. When he got up to leave, Sophia looked down at him and noticed how big he was. She was sorely tempted to take him to bed with her, but with great difficulty, she managed to quell her lust.
When the house was finally finished, the men stopped coming to see Sophia, and she was left with her thoughts and frustrations. Instead of men, she had to put up with her female friends. Alice, Emily and Charlotte.
One fine afternoon, they sat in the garden and looked over the lawn to the flower border beyond. It was June and a wet spring had given way to a beautiful summer. As Sophia poured the tea, her three friends chatted about men. All of them single, and not yet engaged, they looked to Sophia for guidance. Alice was the prettiest of the three. She was a little shorter than Sophia and she had blonde hair. She wore a lovely blue dress, with high waist line and puff sleeves. Her décolleté left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
''Tell me Sophia, what is it like to lie with a man?'' Alice asked.
''Well, it's, er, interesting.''
“Interesting?'' Alice repeated. ''I had hoped it would be more than just interesting.''
''To tell the truth ladies, I don't know what it is like to lie with a man. Well, actually that is not true. I know what it is like to lie next to a man but I don't know what it is like to feel a man lie on me.''
The three ladies gasped. ''But how can that be, you are married?'' said Emily.
''Yes,'' the other two added, in unison.
''I know, and that is the very worst thing. I am married and I don't know what it is like.''
''But surely on your wedding night?'' Alice said.
''No, nothing. My husband was not interested.''
After Sophia's friends had digested this information they felt a good deal of sympathy for her.
''My dearest Sophia, what are you going to do? I mean, if your husband is not interested in you, do you really want to live without a man in the bedroom?'' Alice asked.
''No, I do not. To my friends, I make no secret of the fact that I am utterly frustrated. In fact, to the point where I have been staring at the workmen who built this magnificent house.''
''You should take a lover,'' Charlotte joked.
''That's a good idea,'' Alice remarked. ''Why not? What do you have to lose? If your husband won't make love to you on your wedding night, when on earth will he? Probably never.''
Sophia realized what Alice was saying, wasn't without truth. Indeed, if David didn't want her on their wedding night, when everything was fresh and exciting, he would in all likelihood, never want her. ''Just for arguments sake, say I wanted a lover. How would I go about it?''
The Ladies, not being at all expert in matters of this kind, looked at each other with blank looks on their faces. It was Alice who spoke first. ''A party to which you invite lots of attractive single men.''
''Yes, a party that's it,'' Charlotte gushed. Emily nodded in agreement.
''You just want a party so you can find yourselves a handsome husband,'' Sophia retorted. Each of them shook their head. ''Alright, I will organize a party. I will invite as many unattached men as is possible and take one as a lover.''
Alice now regretted her suggestion. ''Sophia you can't, not really. I said it in jest. You are married, think of the scandal if it were to become known.''
''But I want to feel a man on me. I can't stand it anymore,'' Sophia exclaimed.
The three suddenly looked away, embarrassed by Sophia's outburst.
Sophia turned to her sister for assistance in the matter. Her sister had been married for several years and was much more of an authority on love and sex than any of her friends. As they sat in the garden, where Sophia had discussed the same problem with her three friends the previous day, she listened intently to Helen.
''I think you should,'' Helen said. “If he didn't consecrate your marriage on your wedding night, of all nights, he never will. You can't go through life without the touch of a man. It is quite impossible.''
''Thank you, dear sister. Then I shall go ahead and find a lover.''
''Make sure it is someone who is discreet, and make it is clear to him that you only want a carnal relationship, nothing more. The last thing you want is your husband finding out, or your lover getting jealous and exposing you to society.''
''I'm having such terrible thoughts all the time. I look at any man I come across, and simply want to bed him, irrespective of class. I feel......''
''Deprived is the word you are looking for. Your husband has denied you the most basic of rights. You are feeling what married ladies call, 'The Urge.' That means your body needs a man. Until a man satisfies you, that feeling won't change. Women have needs, just as much as men. Just remember, make sure it's someone who can be discreet.” Helen patted Sophia on the hand. “Have you had news from your husband? Napoleon is marching on the British and Prussian forces. There will be a battle very soon.''
''No, I have heard nothing from him at all.''
*****
The Ballroom on Tavistok Square was splendid. It was large, and had six enormous chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. On the evening in question, it was filled with the guests Sophia had invited. Sophia had invited three hundred people, and almost all of them had come. There was nobody over the age of thirty five.
Most of the ladies were wearing the latest fashionable high waistline dresses. There was an enormous variety of colors on display.
''What a spectacular ball, Sophia,'' Alice said. ''You really have invited all of young society. There are some very handsome men here.''
''I am pleased you like it. You may find a future husband here if you play your cards right. The number of handsome men really is most overwhelming. The choice is bewildering.''
Alice looked at Sophia. She had known her since they were at boarding school together. Alice was quite jealous of her dress. It was white muslin and decorated with a cross pattern of roses. It had puff sleeves which showed off most of Sophia's arms and a low décolleté which enhanced her ample bust. Her hair was parted in the middle and swept up in a spectacular column of curls. Sophia's facial features were fine and delicate, her smile dainty. She looked sweet and innocent, but this evening her intentions were anything but sweet and innocent.
''Your dress is beautiful,'' Sophia complimented.
''Thank you. Like you, I love white, it is so clean and I think it shows men what they are missing. Wearing white means I am young, untouched and available.''
''Heavens, Alice, you sound as desperate as I.''
''I would very much like to meet a man. It will be this evening, I hope,'' Alice said.
''Look at them. For example, that group of men there.'' Sophia pointed to a group of five young men engaged in conversation close to them. ''They are so handsome in their evening dress. Which one would you choose, Alice?''
''I like tall men, with long slender legs and a strong upper body. I like that man there, the one with the red waist coat.''
''Yes, he is quite dashing. He is handsome. I will have him sent notice that you want to dance with him.''
''Sophia, no. That is quite indelicate. He should ask me''
''Very well, then you should at least stand close to him that he may see you. Go closer and catch his eye. Smile at him.''
''And you, dear Sophia. Have you seen anyone you would like to be your lover?''
''Sssh, not so loud. The fact I am looking for a lover should be a secret. To answer your question, yes. I have seen someone I like. But I have no idea who he is. He was certainly not on my list of invitees.''
''Where is he?'' Alice asked, most curious to find out.
''The man in the blue tailcoat next to the group we have just been talking about.''
''The man with the glass in his hand?''
''Yes, do you know him?''
''Oh Sophia, I hate to disappoint you but please do not involve yourself with that man. He is dangerous. He is one of the richest men in London, the Duke of Beaufort. He came with Charlotte's brother. He is married and a full time philanderer. If you involve yourself with him, you will find it very difficult to end the affair should you want to. He has ruined many a lady.
''In what way ruined?''
''I am not very sure, but I have heard that he is demanding and jealous. I heard, when one lady's husband became suspicious of their affair, and she wanted to end it, he threatened to tell her husband. She didn't believe him and called his bluff. But he did tell her husband, and he had it printed in the newspaper. She was cast out by society. I hear tell that she had to work in a factory after that.''
''He is most handsome, though.” Sophia paused. “A philanderer you say? Just the kind of man I have been looking for. A man who has affairs professionally, so to speak. He will know what to do and he will be discreet, I am sure.''
''But Sophia, haven't you been listening to a word I have been telling you? He is dangerous.''
''All the more exciting. I don't want a lover to be boring. He should excite me. There should be an element of danger to the affair.''
''But suppose you tire of him and want to end your liaison? Suppose also he doesn't let you, and threatens to tell your husband. What would you do?''
''In the first instance, how could one ever tire of a man like that? My husband is of no use to me in bed, why would I ever want to end an affair with such a man?''
''I am not sure about it. Please, there are a lot of other men here this evening. Look, over there. Three men who would worship you, and be far less dangerous.''
''I am not looking for boring, I want excitement. Thank you, Alice you have whetted my appetite no end,'' Sophia said as she walked towards the tall man.
Alice looked on, aghast, as Sophia began to speak to the dangerous man.
''Sir, I don't believe we are acquainted.''
''Jeremy Beaufort. Duke thereof,'' he replied.
''And do you know who I am?''
''I do not, you have me at a disadvantage.''
''I am the person who sent out the invitations to this ball and I do not recollect sending you one, my Lord.''
''Ah. You've caught me.''
''Indeed, Sir. How did you get in?''
''I am well known in these parts. I own half of the buildings in this street. I just nodded at the doorman, and he let me in.''
Before he said anymore, Sophia wanted to look more closely at him. He was wearing a blue tailcoat, white shirt and a blue cravat. He was at least six inches taller than she, slender and dark haired. His face was angular and his nose fine. When he looked back at her, she noticed what an extraordinary color his eyes were. A blue of such clarity they could have been made of ice. She estimated his age to be thirty.
''You own half of the buildings in this street? You must be wealthy, this is an expensive part of London.''
''I suppose one could call me wealthy. I don't count my money. It seems to accumulate without me doing much about it.''
''Tell me, my Lord, why did you come into my ball, uninvited?''
''I have a good friend, Charles Needham. I believe you are friendly with his sister, Charlotte. He brought me. He told me you were very beautiful and I wanted to see for myself. ''
''Really? And what do you say now you have seen me?''
''Quite the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.''
''Thank you.''
''Are you lonely, madam?''
''I am married, why would I be lonely?''
''Your husband is away in France. Charles told me you were, perhaps, looking for a companion for a short time.''
''I really must talk to Charlotte. It is obvious she has been indiscreet.''
''I would very much like to be your companion for the times when you feel lonely.''
''Indeed. Are you a discreet man?''
''You insult my position in society by asking that question.''
''Forgive me.''
''What is your answer? Will you befriend me?''
''I am a married woman. Any slip of the tongue will have me cast into exile and poverty. In addition, any meeting between us for the purpose of intimacy will be just that. You can never claim me or come into my life in any other capacity. Do you understand?''
''Perfectly madam.''
Sophia glanced around. ''We can never meet at my house. You should provide a place.''
''I will, indeed. 12 Greys Inn. I will wait for you.''
''I will not be early. I have guests to say goodnight to.''
''No matter, I will wait.''
*****
It was well past midnight when Sophia knocked on the door at number 12 Greys Inn. As she looked at the building, she knew what it was. It was a place where the Duke brought his conquests. A small love nest, away from prying eyes.
He opened the door and gestured for her to come in. “Let me take your mantel.''
As she took off her mantel, Sophia looked at the place she found herself in. It was a simple town house. There was no entrance hall, and she was standing in a corridor. To the right, there was a door to the lounge, and straight in front of her were the stairs. She presumed the corridor to the right of the staircase led to a kitchen. The house was decorated tastefully.
''Would you care for a drink,'' he asked.
''No my Lord. I want you to take me to bed.''
Without saying anything he waked to the staircase and began to ascend it. Sophia followed him, heart pounding. She was about to be unfaithful to her husband. She was excited but frightened at the same time. Could she really trust the Duke? He was so dashing, she wanted him desperately, but could she trust him? Lust led her to his door, and lust was leading her into his bed.
The Duke opened the door directly at the top of the stairs and allowed Sophia to enter first. For a small town house, it was a magnificent room. To the right was a large four poster bed and to the left a fireplace. The wall paper was deep red and the bed sheets crisp white. It made a beautiful contrast.
He closed the door and looked at her. He noticed how nervous she now was. Before, at the ball she had found him, and led their conversation. Now here in his bedroom, she was silent and reserved. She was waiting from him to lead her.
He stepped towards her and stood extremely close. Without putting his arms around her, he leaned down and kissed her. Sophia flew at him. She pulled him by his jacket to her, and pressed her lips tightly to his. He had to break from her and gather himself.
''Madam is hungry, is she not?''
''Yes, my Lord.''
''Then this evening, madam will be fed.''
He grabbed her and lifted her off her feet while he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. He kissed her passionately and she loved it. She squealed with delight as he held onto her buttocks and squeezed. He put her down and looked deep into her eyes. She felt his finger trace a line across her cheek and hover at her lips.
The Duke was eyeing up his conquest, forming a plan of attack. When he did attack, it took her breath away. He picked her up, carried her to the bed and threw her down onto it.
He stood at the end of the bed and began to take his clothes off. He was a confident man. He knew he had a good physique and he knew she would like it. She did. When his shirt came off, Sophie looked at his chest. It was smooth and hard looking. His upper chest was well defined and his stomach showed the muscles underneath. His upper arms were large and strong.
When he put his hands to his belt, Sophia licked her lips. He laughed when he saw her do so. In no time his trousers were open. He slowly lowered them past his thighs and down to the floor. In his underwear, she could see him. He was already hard. Behind the thin material his penis looked large. She yearned to take it in her hand, but she waited for him.
The sense of anticipation was great when he hooked his fingers into the waist band of his underwear. As he began to lower them, she saw his black pubic hair come into view, and then what she had been waiting for. His magnificent shaft. It was long and thick. Longer than her husband’s, of that she was sure. His thighs were strong and sturdy and his legs lightly covered in black hair. She noticed how tight his balls were against his hardness. He was primed and ready for her. He walked slowly around the bed to her. She was impressed with him, he was angular and she loved the way his cock stuck out, breaking the symmetry.
As he bent to kiss her, he took one of her hands and placed it on his shaft. Sophia looked at the contrast between her delicate hand and his manly part. She instinctively began to rub him up and down. He became impatient and took her other hand and placed it on his balls. She couldn't believe how coarse they were.
''Rub me faster, my dear lover,'' he said.
Sophia grasped him harder, and rubbed faster. Sitting in front of him, holding his penis and balls, she could smell the scent of him. He smelt fresh and manly and it was making her ache for him to open her legs and fill her.
He put his arms on her shoulders and pushed her back onto the bed. When she felt his arms on her ankles she knew what he wanted. He slid his hands gently up her stockings and stopped at her garters. When his hands left her stockings and arrived on the soft flesh of her thighs, she moaned. When she felt his hands on her underwear, she raised her bottom and allowed him to pull her undergarment from her. She felt his hands on her again, this time griping her legs harder as they slid up.
Sophia's breathing quickened when his hands arrived at her center. She bit her lips and clenched her fists when a hand stroked over her pubic mound, feeling her soft curls. When his other hand touched her wetness she shivered and let out a sigh. His hand was strong and insistent as it massaged her vagina. When his thumb found her clitoris he rubbed her gently, but consistently. Sophia opened her legs fully and began to pant. When he let go it was only to lift her skirt up. Now she felt his breath on her. When his hot mouth met her soft folds she screamed. His tongue licked along her inner and outer lips and circled her clitoris. He put a hand on her stomach and felt the pressure building up in her. Her stomach normally soft, was rock hard with the strain.
His tongued lashed at her until she moaned and trapped his head between her legs. She pulled his hair and came on his mouth.
When her tremors had faded, he pulled her up and removed her dress. He took her breasts in his hand, feeling the weight of them. Sophia was exhausted. All she had done was lie on her back, but he had licked her so expertly. She had experienced such a deep orgasm that it had made her clench every muscle.
He cradled her in his arms as she recovered. His fingers played with her nipples and she rested her head against his chest. After a few minutes, she lowered herself to him and took his throbbing hardness into her mouth. She loved the smooth feel of his head, and the ribbed feel of his shaft, as she moved herself down his length. The Duke was impressed how deep she took him. When she put her hand on his balls and squeezed, he wanted to hold her head and come inside her wet mouth. She felt him jerk and she pulled away.
She wanted him come inside her, not in her mouth. Now she took charge. She pushed him onto his back and straddled him. She felt his cock at her entrance and slowly lowered herself onto him. She put her hands on his large chest and began to grind herself against him. Once again, she felt wave after wave seep up from her sex to her brain. She rode him faster feeling him slide in and out of her. When he thrust up into her, she came again.
He loved the sight of her breasts as they wobbled under the strain. He grabbed her shaking body and rolled her over without pulling out of her. She was still on a high plateau when he began to thrust hard into her. Her legs wrapped around him and she clung onto him as he ravaged her sex. As his cock slipped in and out of her, it rubbed against her clitoris. She was so overcome she dug her nails into his back and raked upwards. It hurt him but he just gritted his teeth and pushed harder.
When he started grunting, Sophia reached down for his balls. She felt them swell and when she felt his semen splashing inside her, she came again.
''Thank you, my Lord. That was most satisfying.'' Sophia said as she lay naked next to the Duke.
''You will come to me again in three days. You know where this house is now. Meet me in the afternoon at two o'clock. Please don't be late. This evening I waited for you, as you obviously could not leave until all your guests had gone. Generally, however, I have a hatred of waiting, so please don't disappointment me.”
''No, my Lord,'' Sophia said. She liked him taking command.
*****
''Sophia, Sophia,'' Alice shouted.
''I'm here in the conservatory. What's the matter? You are shouting as if the world is about to end.''
''I have news from France. There has been a terrible battle at a place called Waterloo. The Duke of Wellington has defeated Napoleon. Thousands have been slain. Look at the newspaper here. I borrowed it from father.''
Sophia took the paper and began to read the short article.
'News has arrived from France, that British and Prussian forces, led by the Duke of Wellington and General von Blucher, have defeated the forces of the French army, led by Napoleon, at a village called Waterloo, in the United Kingdom of the Netherlands.
The British casualties are thought to be heavy, with 6500 men losing their lives and 10,000 injured. It is known that most of the Duke's brave officers have been slain.
We will print more details when more news arrives.
''Most of the Duke's officers have been slain? David was an officer... he......'' Sophia stopped in mid-sentence. She glanced at Alice with a blank look on her face. ''David,'' she repeated.
She didn't know what to feel. It was probable that David was dead. She had only just married him, and now she was in all likelihood a widow. She thought of David's impotence on their wedding night, and, while it had been a very important matter to her at the time, and since, now it seemed trivial. A tiny insignificance that they could have come to terms with, and sought help for.
''My dear, are you alright? You look suddenly very pale.''
''Yes, I'm fine. This has been quite a shock. That's all.''
*****
''Two weeks and I have heard nothing of my husband,'' Sophia said as she sat with her three friends in her garden. ''No news at all. There have been detailed reports in all the newspapers but no names of the dead have been published.''
The other three didn't know what to say to their friend. ''Sophia, we are very sorry that you are being kept waiting in the cruelest way,'' said Emily.
“Yes, it is most unfortunate. We all feel for you, dear Sophia,'' Charlotte added. ''Tell us how you really feel, perhaps it will do you good to speak out your true feelings.''
''My feelings are difficult to put into words. I had a husband and now I don't. We married and spent one unsuccessful evening together, and that was our marriage. Since I have neither seen nor heard anything from my husband. It must be the shortest marriage in history.''
''Have you been seeing the Duke?'' Alice asked.
''Every three days.''
''And how do you feel about him?''
''What is there to feel? I lie with him and he satisfies my feminine urges. There is no more to it than that.''
''But you must feel something for him?''
''No, not really. I tend to be more frightened of him.''
''Frightened? I told you to be careful. He ruins people,'' Alice said.
''I didn't know he was an unscrupulous man,'' Emily said. ''To me he looks ever so charming, dashing even.''
''He takes the wives of men and when they tire of him, he exposes them, ruining the husband’s reputation and the lady's life. Can you imagine what it would be like to be cast aside by your husband? Banished from society forever?'' Alice said.
''I can't think of anything worse,'' Emily said, quite shocked that any man could do that to a woman.
''Can we please change the subject of our conversation?'' Sophia asked. She was drained. The Duke had drained her of energy both emotionally and physically and she was anxious to know what had happened to her husband.''
*****
''Don't scream or I'll put an end to you,'' he said. ''I want you to stay calm and listen to what I tell you. Do you understand?'' the man said as he held his hand over Sophia's mouth.
Sophia nodded. It was totally dark in her bedroom and she could not see her attacker. ''I will do as you say. Please don't hurt me.''
''Then do all I command and you will not be hurt.''
Sophia had woken suddenly when she'd felt a cold hand on her. She was lying on her stomach and wasn't able to kick or punch him. She lay passively waiting for his next move.
Sophia began to whimper and tremble when she felt his hands lifting her night dress. ''Please, sir. Do not....''
He said nothing as he lifted her nightdress higher and higher. When it reached her buttocks he began to stroke her soft flesh. He leaned down and kissed her there. He placed a thousand tiny kisses on her and as he did so, he put a hand down between her closed legs and felt her warmth. Sophia was petrified, but she liked the feel of his hand wedged between her legs.
''Open your legs wider,'' he told her. She obeyed. As she did so, his hand began to move on to her vulva. Lying face down she involuntarily lifted her bottom and opened her legs wider still. He felt her sex beginning to warm to his movements.
''So tell me. How do you want me to take you? Do you want to lie on your back with your legs open or be up on your knees with me at your rear? How does madam like it?''
''I don't know, please stop.''
''I can feel that you do not want me to stop. Or is your body betraying you? If you cannot decide how you want me, I will decide for you. I will enter you from behind. I will caress your back and the cheeks of your delicate behind as I thrust into you. Do you like the sound of that?''
Sophia didn't reply.
''First though, I will prepare you some more.'' He pulled Sophia up slightly, lowered himself and put his mouth onto her sex. She jolted and tried to slam her legs shut. He held them apart and massaged her opening with his tongue. He felt her getting wetter. When he'd first felt her, she was dry and closed, now she was moist and opening up like a flower in spring. ''Please, keep your legs open, it will be a tiresome evening if I have to hold them open all the time.''
As his tongue continued to lick over her softness, he let a finger glide down between her buttocks. It was the most erotic feeling, and Sophia began to accept her fate. She actually wanted to enjoy it now. Her husband was dead. She would let the Duke do what he wanted with her, but she was quite unhappy he had chosen to come to her house in the middle of the night.
Suddenly he pulled away from her and stood up. She heard the rustle of clothing and then she felt a hand on hers. He took her hand and placed it onto his manhood. Sophia marveled at the weight of it. His balls were hard and tight and his shaft was rock hard. She could feel his pulse.
''Do you like what you feel?'' he asked
''Yes. It is a beautiful feeling.''
She let go as he bent down and continued licking her. When he felt her hips lowering to the bed again he lifted them up assertively. ''Madam will keep herself open for me,'' he commanded. ''I want to see how long it will be before you come.''
His words were daring and Sophia began to get more and more excited. He felt it too. His tongue located her clitoris and suddenly Sophia was no longer scared. She lifted her bottom higher into the air and opened her legs more. When she reached round and pulled his shoulder to her, he knew she wanted him to put his face into her. He stretched her open with his hands and pushed his face into her warmth. Again he found her tiny bud and took it between his lips. His tongue flicker over it and it was more than Sophia could bear. The Duke had never done this to her before and it was fantastic. She loved the sheer animal nature of his approach. As he flicked her clitoris, he inserted two fingers into her and slowly began to massage her inside. This was more than Sophia could handle and she bellowed out into the night. As his fingers continued their work, she started to shake. When he felt her clitoris swelling between his lips and the flow of juices soaking his fingers he spoke to her.
''Now madam. Come for me.''
He put his tongue back on her and as soon as he did, she arched her back and pushed her behind so hard against him, it threw him off her. She reached around and pulled his arm so that his fingers came out of her. She was on fire and it had made her so sensitive, she couldn't bear to be touched.
He put his hand on her back as she shook. It went on for minutes. When he felt her slowly recovering, he knelt behind her and massaged her vulva with the head of his penis. When it stroked over her clitoris she gasped. She was still sensitive but just able to stand his soft tip. The more he massaged her with it, the less sensitive she became, and the more her next orgasm approached.
His hand held his shaft steady against her clitoris as he felt her beginning to shake again. At the exact moment a giant wave of lust hit her, he pushed his length into her. She raised her head and cried out again with another huge orgasm.
He kept his penis inside her and she pushed her night gown up and over her head. He leaned forward and felt for her breasts. As they hung down into his hands, he was turned on more by the feel of them.
''Please, move inside me, I want to feel more.''
''Ah, madam speaks. In the dark with a penis inside her, she finally speaks of her desires.'' He started to thrust into her with long hard strokes. As he did so, he caressed her breasts and felt as the muscles inside her responded to his hardness. He let go of her breasts and began to massage her back. Sophia was warm now and her muscles responded to his fingers. It was superbly erotic. A man taking her with the passion of a wild animal but at the same time being caring and considerate. Two completely different feelings engulfed her but both led to the same result, another massive orgasm.
''Please, I am tired now. Please finish and lie with me.''
''Finish madam? I have just started. Do you really want me to stop?''
''I want you to fill me with your seed and then stop. I am exhausted.''
''Very well,'' he said as he started to pump into her again. This time he pulled her hair and held onto it, as he thrust harder.
''Please, my Lord, it's too much, please finish now.'' When he heard these words, he pushed hard into her, and unleashed his semen.
When Sophia collapsed, he collapsed on top of her. After a few minutes, he spoke.
''Have I satisfied you this evening?''
''Yes, you have.''
''I am sorry for my poor performance on our wedding night.''
''David? Oh my God, David, you have come back to me.'' Sophia rolled over and hugged him. ''I thought you were dead. What happened to you? How have you been?''
''It was terrible. I would rather not speak of it. I have seen things that no lady should ever see or hear about. Let’s just say, it was a terrible battle and I am lucky to be next to you now.''
''But....but. Alright. I understand. Are you injured in anyway?''
''No, I am not injured. I have been lucky. I am tired and thirsty now. Shall we drink some wine to celebrate my return?''
''Yes, let's celebrate your triumphant return.''
They lay naked entwined in each other and sipped the finest red wine they possessed. ''You have done a splendid job of decorating our house. It is magnificent.''
''Thank you. Will you please tell me something?''
''Of course, anything you like.''
''It's delicate, but how is it possible that you couldn't make love to me on our wedding night but you have devoured me this night?''
''On the night of our wedding, I was petrified. I knew I had to go to France and that at some stage I would in all probability lose my life. I was scared. Very scared indeed. It would have been wrong of me to make love to you, and never return to you. It was better to leave you whole. When I didn't return, you could have started a new relationship, and given yourself to your new husband in the knowledge that he was the only one that had made love to you.''
''Why didn't you talk to me, David. Why didn't you tell me you were scared? I would have understood. I could have comforted you instead of acting like a selfish schoolgirl. Of course, how ridiculous of me. Of course you were petrified, I can see that now. Oh David. Will you ever forgive me?”
''Yes. Of course. What do you know of war? You could never have known how I felt. To you I was just useless. A man who couldn't, get it up, shall we say?''
''Well, you certainly don't have that problem anymore. What you did to me was most......impressive.''
''Sophia, I love you. On the day of our marriage I fell in love with you. You looked so beautiful and you spoke so gently to me. I am sorry I treated you badly at the alter.''
''Oh, David, how happy I am to hear those words. I love you too. You are the most dashing man I have ever seen. And now, you are my lover, as well as my husband. It's perfect. Let life begin here and now.''
As David slept, Sophia lay awake. She was wracked with guilt. She told herself she should have been a more understanding wife. Now, it was obvious to her why David had been like that on their wedding day. He was probably going to be killed a few days later. How mean she had been to him. Now she would end her ridiculous affair with the Duke and be faithful to her husband for the rest of her life.
*****
Sophia left David to rest at home and took the carriage to Alice's house. It was a manor house just three miles away. When the carriage stopped, Sophia jumped out, ran up the steps and rang the doorbell. Alice's parents were not as wealthy as her parents, and they could only afford two maids. It was Alice's father who opened the door, not a butler.
''Sophia, how pleasant to see you. I so enjoyed your wedding, it was splendid affair. And now you must be very proud of David. A war hero and no mistake.''
''War hero? He has returned, but he won't speak of what happened.''
''Then come in and I will show you what a brave man he is.'' They walked into the drawing room and Alice's father rummaged through some papers and handed her a newspaper cutting.
Sophia read it eagerly.
News has reached our correspondent of a deed of the utmost bravery by a Captain in the Coldstream Guards during the Battle of Waterloo.
Captain David Marshall is to be decorated with the highest military honor after he single-handedly held onto a position whilst thirty of his men escaped certain death. He himself was captured but escaped.
He is the only officer to be awarded an honor of the magnitude after this most difficult battle.
''What do you think of that, then?'' Alice's father asked her, when she'd finished reading.
Sophia was too emotional to answer. ''Is Alice at home?'' she asked after a short time. I must speak to her.
''I believe she is. Alice,'' he shouted at the top of his voice.
''Father why do you have to shout so.....oh hello Sophia. What a hero David is. I am so pleased he has returned to you safely.''
''So am I. Alice can I please talk to you? I need your help most urgently.''
The two ladies walked into the garden and sat under an apple tree.
''Alice, I have been most senseless and shortsighted. May the Lord strike me down for the injustices I have done to David. When he returned to me he was magnificent in bed and totally exhausted me.''
''Then why was he so pathetic on your wedding night?''
''He was afraid. He knew he would go to war and the poor man was frightened. It is totally understandable, if you give it some thought.''
Alice looked at Sophia and nodded. ''Indeed it is. Oh, I have just realized your problem. You and the Duke.''
''Yes, precisely. I now have the most enormous problem. I do not want to be unfaithful to David. He is the most wonderful man. Sensitive and brave. But I know you told me how difficult the Duke can be. What am I to do?''
''Go to him and tell him. All you can do is throw yourself at his mercy. Your husband is a national hero, he may understand and let you go.''
''Very well, I agree. I have no choice but to ask for him to be sympathetic to my situation.''
*****
12 Greys Inn didn't look so inviting as it had when Sophia stood outside the door. She knocked and waited. After what seemed like an age, the Duke answered. His shirt was open and his hair disheveled. He had lip rouge on his neck.
''Sophia, it isn't' our day. Go away, I'm busy.''
''Please, my Lord. I need just the briefest moment of your time.''
''Then prey speak woman. I haven't got all day.''
''I am afraid I cannot see you any longer. My husband has returned home and it is my intention to remain faithful to him from now on. I am sorry. I ask you to accept my decision.''
''Madam, you are a disgrace. First you come to me because your husband can't get it up. You beg me to relieve you of your sexual burden, and now you are rejecting me for the very man that drove you to me.” The Duke grabbed Sophia’s arm. “Unfortunately for you, I will not be used in that way. You will uphold the arrangement we have. You will visit me, every three days or I will expose you and your husband. I don't think he would find it very amusing if society suddenly finds out he has problems satisfying his wife.''
''Is that your final word, my Lord? Can I not throw myself on your mercy? I have been foolish and feel punished enough. Please my Lord, don't make my suffering any greater.''
''You should have thought about that before you betrayed your husband. What kind of a woman are you?''
''The very worst kind, it seems.''
''Yes. And if you are not in my bed on Wednesday as we agreed, you will regret it for the rest of your life.''
*****
Sophia stood in front of the most imposing building she had ever seen. As she looked up she saw the words, 'War Office.' She held her breath for a second and pulled the giant oak door open. When she was inside, she saw the most beautiful staircase. It was a split staircase that joined on a platform halfway up. The hallway she was in echoed with footsteps, as civil servants walked to and fro about their business.
She walked up to a desk behind which a bald man was sitting. He looked over his spectacles and said, ''Yes, madam. How may I help?''
''Good afternoon. I was wondering, if it might be possible to have a word with the Duke of Wellington?''
The man looked her up and down and began to laugh. ''The Duke of Wellington? THE Duke of Wellington,'' he mocked. ''The Commander in Chief of all British Forces. The man who has just won our country its freedom at Waterloo. Do you mean that Duke of Wellington or is there someone else here with that name?''
''You mock me, sir. Perhaps I am deserving of it. However, I would kindly ask you if it is possible to make an appointment with the Duke?''
''Madam have you just lost your husband at the Battle? Because if you have, there is a building just down the road to which you can go for support.''
''No, I haven't just lost my husband, thank God. I need to see the Duke.''
''Really. There is no more I can do for you. The Duke of Wellington is a national hero, he doesn't have time to see people who just drop in off the street.''
''My husband is Captain David Marshall.''
The man stood up suddenly and bowed. ''Please forgive my impertinence. We do however from time to time get some ridiculous requests. Now let me see. I have no idea whether the Duke is in the building or not. If you would kindly wait here, I will see.''
''Thank you,'' Sophia said gratefully.
When the clerk returned, he just nodded and gestured. Sophia followed him up the spectacular staircase and down a wide corridor. They stopped outside a double door and the man knocked. He opened the door and gestured for her to go inside. It was a side office. A young man in uniform was sitting behind a desk. When he saw her, he stood up and bowed to her. ''Mrs. Marshall. It is an honor to meet you. Your husband is one of the bravest men to have served in the British Army. You must be very proud of him.''
''I am very proud of him.''
''The Duke has asked me to keep you here for a few moments while he finishes his meeting. Would you be kind enough to take a seat?''
Sophia sat down and watched the young officer continue writing. He was very young indeed. The sound of horses’ hooves rose from the street below as she looked out of the giant sash window up to the sky.
When the double door to the main office opened, the young man sprang to attention. The man who left the office looked terribly important and vaguely familiar to her. When she realized it was the Earl of Liverpool, the Prime Minster, she felt out of her depth and suddenly very nervous.
The young man came from behind his desk. ''Madam, please follow me.''
''My Lord, this is Mrs. Marshall.''
Sophia curtsied as the Duke of Wellington got up from his chair, came round the table and took her hand.
''Madam. It is a pleasure to meet you,” the Duke said. “Your husband is a brave man. One of only a few it has been my pleasure to command. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?''
Sophia studied the Duke of Wellington. He was tall and had dark hair, brushed forward. He was well over six feet and broader than any man she had ever seen. He looked like a Roman Emperor more than a British General.
''My Lord, it is kind of you to see me. I am humbled that you found the time. I will come to the point. I will only ever in my life ask you once for your help, and that day is today. While my husband was away defending his country, I was propositioned by a man of the most devious character. I flatly refused his advances. Since that time, he has threatened to make up a story about my husband that simply is not true. My husband has been through a lot, and I do not want to burden him.''
The Duke studied Sophia now. He was charmed by her. After years of military service, it was always refreshing to see beautiful women in his office and not stuffy politicians. This was the country he fought for, a country that could produce magnificent women like Sophia.
''I see. And what, may I ask, is this man threatening to say about your husband?''
''My Lord. It is a very delicate matter and one a lady should in all probability not discuss outside the home. However, I feel I have no choice. In plain words this man has told me that if I don't lie with him, he will tell the world that my husband is impotent.''
''I see, and why can't you just tell this man to be off and have done with him?''
''Because my Lord, he is the Duke of Beaufort, one of the richest men in London. Who will believe me and my husband against a man as powerful as him? He has the power to ruin us.''
The Duke raised an eyebrow and Sophia noticed a look of anger cross his face. ''Jenkins,'' the Duke shouted. The young man appeared.
''Find out where the Duke of Beaufort lives, send some men round to his home and drag him here. At once.''
''My Lord, I can tell you where this despicable character is usually to be found. 12 Greys Inn.''
''You heard the lady, Jenkins. Send twenty men round there and bring him to me.''
*****
Sophia passed a very agreeable hour with the Duke of Wellington. He told her story after story about battles he had been involved in, and campaigns he had fought. He also talked about Napoleon. When he referred to David, the Duke was especially complimentary. ''Your husband can go to the top of the military if he so wishes. He is a man of steel,'' he said.
''He was very frightened before he left for France, my Lord,'' she said.
''There is not a man alive who isn't frightened of battle. I have seen grown men cry like babies before a battle, but once it started, stand their ground and fight with dignity. Do you think I am not frightened sometimes?''
''My Lord. I have learned a lot in the last few days about the feelings of a man and I would not suggest that at some point in your life you have not been scared of something.''
''You are correct. I am often scared, but I march on through it.''
There was a knock at the door. It was Jenkins. ''My Lord, the man is here, I have to tell you he is being rather difficult.''
''No matter, show him in.''
The Duke stood up as a handful of guards carried the Duke of Beaufort into the room. When he saw Sophia, he scowled at her. ''Is this the man of whom you spoke?'' the Duke of Wellington asked.
Sophia nodded.
''Alright. Men set him down.'' They dropped the Duke and he landed in a heap on the floor.
As he looked up he saw the imposing figure of the Duke of Wellington towering above him.
''I hear you have been less than kind to this young lady. What do you say?'' The Duke of Wellington said.
''My Lord, I think there must have been some misunderstanding. Miss Sophia is a delightful young lady. No one could ever do her harm. I do not know to what you refer.''
''Let me make it plain. If you contact this lady again or even speak of her to anyone, or if you contact her husband or even speak of him to anyone, I will have my henchmen, as you call them, hang you from London Bridge. I command thousands of men, and I am sure a lot of them would be only too happy to take a man, who spends his time avoiding military duty and blackmailing women, to the bridge to have some fun with. Do you understand?
''Yes, my Lord. I do.''
*****
Sophia sat on the edge of their bed and looked at David asleep. It was well into the afternoon, and he had slept all day. When she stroked his hair. He opened an eye. ''Hello, my love,'' she said. ''How did you sleep?''
''Long and well. I feel quite refreshed now. What have you been doing today?''
''Oh, I went to see Alice, and I had a few things to attend to in town. Nothing too important.” Sophia brushed her husband’s cheek. “I am so proud of you, words cannot begin to explain.''
*****
THE END