The Demands of Mr. Darcy Page 2

  “No,” she said, and she was almost on the verge of tears.

  “Do as you are told, or face the consequences,” he said, his hand suddenly moving in a gentle rhythm over her reddened buttock. The touch was soothing almost, gently caressing away the sting.

  Elizabeth swallowed. “I don’t think I can play when -”

  “You’ll do as you’re told,” he said, kissing the sore skin of her backside. “Or you’ll suffer the consequences. Have I made myself clear?”

  Elizabeth whimpered and returned her attention to the keys. Darcy’s hand rubbed for a moment longer, then his fingers slipped down between her legs again and plunged inside, rocking her forward with each thrust. Elizabeth blinked against the tears, waiting in near fear for what he would do next.

  Darcy’s tongue found her ass again, darting and teasing at her as she cried out. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back to him, driving his tongue and his face lower. He flicked his tongue then opened his whole mouth to her, devouring her. She cried out, fighting against the sudden heat that was rising in her sex. Her legs were shaking violently, and she was barely able to hold herself up, but she kept her hands to the keys, fighting to make some kind of melody despite her whole body being under assault.

  “Fitzwilliam!” She cried as her sex tightened around his fingers. She moaned at the sensation and lost all control of her legs, collapsing against him. Darcy caught her before she fell completely, lifting her up as he stood behind her.

  “You did beautifully – when you finally decided to behave,” he said, his tone foreboding. He let his lips graze her ear, his breath warm against her. Suddenly, he took hold of her hand and pulled it back behind her. He pressed her open palm against the front of his trousers, the pulsing shape beneath seeming to spring in response to her touch. She gasped, trying to pull her hand away, but Darcy kept it there, making her stroke him as his breath came, hoarse and hot in her ear.

  “You feel that,” he said. “I’m going to make you take all of that.”

  She shuddered against him again, her ass sore as he pressed himself against her, pinning her hand between them.

  “But first, I’m going to reward you for behaving.”

  He stood to his full height and spun her around to face him, slamming her ass back into the keys. She tried to brace herself, but he was on her before she could, leaning over her until the pianoforte groaned with the pressure of her ass on the keys.

  Darcy suddenly turned, yanking the piano bench up behind him. Then he sat down in front of her, hooked his hand behind her knee, and pulled her leg up and over his shoulder. Before Elizabeth could protest, Darcy buried his face into the wet of her sex, pressing his open mouth to her with the force of a ravenous thing.

  Elizabeth screamed, her eyes glancing toward the open parlor door, terrified someone would come and find her there, summoned by the unearthly clang of the keys beneath her, yet even as the fear made her wary, her body melted in response to Darcy’s forceful tongue. He darted it against her most sensitive place, playing with the flesh there as his fingers plunged deep. She fought to pull from him, her sore backside now pressed to the rough edges of the piano keys, but between her legs there was only pleasure. A warmth so hot, it was almost searing as Darcy forcefully turned his face from side to side, pressing himself to her with such force, she feared he’d drown there in the wet of her sex.

  He hummed and groaned with relish, pushing her against the pianoforte in a rhythm, the echo of the keys pulsing with his movements.

  Suddenly he pulled from her for only an instant and spit in his hand. Before Elizabeth could move, Darcy’s mouth returned to its work, licking and sucking at her with such fervor, she feared he might bite her. She heard an unfamiliar sound, a strange rhythm from Darcy’s free hand. She craned to see, and spotted the red, throbbing shape of his cock in his hand as he stroked himself madly.

  His groans and hums grew faster, more furious with each passing moment. Elizabeth fought to watch him touching himself, the notion of him stroking his cock as he devoured her making every sensation only heighten further. She felt her mound quivering against his touch, her legs going weak again as the keys dug into her flesh. She reached down, grabbing his hair to push him against her. He growled in response and was on his feet suddenly, his trousers open to display the massive, hard shape there, rigid and red with need.

  “My darling Elizabeth. I am not going to be gentle with you,” he said, and the tone was so sinister, Elizabeth felt her knees buckle as he marched her across the room toward the settee. Elizabeth watched her veil fall from the back of the seat as Darcy threw her down onto her back and loomed over her. He pulled his britches down, kicking them off as he pulled his white shirt up over his head, displaying the pale, broad chest beneath. He was naked before her, towering there, the darker skin of his sex just above eye level.

  “Come here, petal. Show me what you can do with that mouth.”

  Elizabeth’s stomach shot into her throat. She stared at the massive shape of him as he pulled her upward, pressing her hand squarely on his cock. He wrapped her fingers around him, showing her how he liked to be stroked. She mimicked his movements, watching his expression for response. His eyes closed and his head lolled backward. The sight of it stirred something deep inside her. She’d made the powerful Mr. Darcy sigh. She’d do anything to make that happen again.

  Elizabeth straightened, bringing his cock as close to her face as she could, then without another word, she opened her mouth, flitting her tongue against the head of him.

  He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling pins free as he did. She met his gaze, startled by the sudden forcefulness. His expression was mad with need and hopeful expectation. Elizabeth felt almost mad with power.

  She opened her mouth and took him inside as deeply as she could, tasting the sweetness of his skin, and catching the subtle hint of his musk. It was intoxicating.

  She sucked, deeply, wrapping her fingers around the rigid shape of him as she did. He breathed hoarsely over her, watching her every move with desperation. She smiled up at him and he seemed to groan to see it.

  Elizabeth released her hold, lapping her tongue at the hard tip, the raised lines along the shaft of him, then pressed her open mouth to the soft shape of his balls. He clutched her hair tight in his hands, moving her back and forth to show her his rhythm, to coax her throat open as he plunged back into her mouth. She whimpered as he pushed a little too deep, and he recoiled, letting her take the lead again.

  She unleashed him, gasping for air a moment, but before she could return to her work, Darcy shoved her back onto the settee, planting his knee between her legs.

  “My darling, you are perfection,” he said, lowering himself down over her.

  She felt her face flush, but soon felt a panic settle into her bones as Darcy took hold of his massive cock and took aim at her sex.

  “Oh god, Fitzwilliam!”

  I won’t be gentle with you, he’d said. Elizabeth’s whole body tensed in wait of him.

  He ignored her cries, pressing the head of his cock against her quivering sex. She was wet, slippery and ready to be taken. He would find no resistance. She was helpless to him.

  Elizabeth pressed her hands to his chest, begging with her eyes for him to be gentle.

  He glared down at her. “Are you ready for me, wife?”

  She gasped, but couldn’t speak.

  “Are you ready to fulfill your wifely duties?”

  “Please,” she said, and it came in barely a whisper.

  He grinned at her, pushing the head of his cock into her. Her body strained against him, a pinprick of pain shooting through her body as he pushed deeper.

  “It hurts,” she said, softly.

  He glanced down at her sex, pushing a little deeper. “Mmm, I know it does.”

  She turned away, afraid to hear the relish in his voice.

  “Look at me, Elizabeth.”

  She did as she was told, afraid to disobey.

  “
Slap my face, darling.”

  Elizabeth’s eyes went wide. She shook her head, terrified of what sort of punishment such an act would earn her. “I can’t.”

  “You can, and you will. Slap me, petal. Slap me with all your strength. I want to see what you’re made of.”

  Elizabeth stared up at him in trepidation and shock. Even with the coaxing tone of his demands, she was frozen with fear. He had one hell of a slap himself, and her ass still throbbed from it.

  “Do as you’re told or I won’t take you.”

  Her mouth fell open in shock. Somehow this threat was far more distressing than his threats of forceful lovemaking. The notion of him hurting her with his cock was far less troubling than the thought of him not taking her at all. She wanted to – needed to feel him inside her. If he stopped now, she feared the ache of need would kill her.

  Elizabeth took a deep breath, and with a terrified whimper, braced herself against his retaliation and slapped him across the face as hard as she could.

  He plunged into her, his cock thrusting to the hilt, buried deep inside her as he turned back to face her. Somehow, the pain was bearable. Somehow the act of slapping his handsome face had distracted her enough to take him. Still, her body sang with pain, and she was left breathless under the weight of him.

  “Mmm, that’s my girl,” he whispered into her ear. The sound of his voice was gentle now. Almost sweet, as though he was pleased to see her fury.

  He settled his weight over her and moved with slow deliberation. Her body had molded to him in that initial thrust, but with a slow retreat, she felt the pain of him fade, leaving in its wake the fullness of him, moving in her, stilling that pain of need she’d felt since the moment he stood in the doorway of the parlor.

  “My god, you take that cock so well, darling.”

  Elizabeth whimpered at these words, and Darcy plunged into her again, slow and deep, pressing his hips into her as he pulling her legs higher. He wrapped her legs around him and pressed her into the settee, driving his cock deeper with each thrust. He moved slowly, deliberately, watching her expression for response with each thrust.

  Elizabeth’s mouth fell open as his body moved against hers, the pressure of him causing a friction in all the right places. She reached down, grabbing hold of his backside to pull him down into her deeper.

  Darcy’s eyes went wide and he grinned. “Oh, you and I are going to have a lot of fun, my petal.”

  With that, he doubled his speed, letting their bodies slap against each other with each thrust. Elizabeth craned to look at his cock, to see the hard shape of him plunging into her, disappearing with each thrust, the dark tuft of hair framing the rigid shape of him mixing with the dark hair at her own sex.

  Suddenly, he rose onto his knees, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her upward to meet his thrusts. Suddenly it was almost too deep, and Elizabeth cried out. Darcy just laughed, rocking her there as his cock plunged deeper and deeper.

  “I know you can take it, dove. Take it all.”

  Her head fell back and she clutched the back of the settee, fighting to hold on as he pounded into her.

  “God, you’ve no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, Miss Elizabeth.”

  She gasped, holding on for dear life as he plowed her over and over, his body slamming into hers.

  “I’m going to take you every way you can imagine. I’m going to use every inch of you for my pleasure.”

  Elizabeth held her breath, a heat rising in her sex as his words came in hoarse bursts, the foreboding tone growing darker and darker.

  She loved it.

  “I’m going to make you behave in all ways. I’m going to make you scream, and cry, and beg for the most depraved desires I can imagine. And you will love it. I will make you love it.”

  She whimpered suddenly, the heat growing more intense by the second. He responded by doubling the force of his thrusts.

  “I’m going to make you submit to my every whim, show you who your master is. Do you hear me?”

  “Yes!” She cried as he lifted her hips off the settee to slam into her unhindered.

  “And when you think you can’t take anymore, I’ll show the darkest corners of my mind. And you will love it. You will submit to me, and you will love it.”

  Elizabeth closed her eyes tight, feeling her body tighten around his cock. He growled, pounding into her as sensation became too much to bear. Elizabeth screamed, fighting to pull from his hands as he body seized violently. But he held fast, clutching her by the hips, a snarl crossing his lips. He pressed her down into the settee and bore down on her, pounding her into the cushions as he body convulsed and she begged for reprieve.

  “You’ll take me until I’m done with you!” He said. “You’ll take me until I’ve filled you with my seed. Then you’ll clean up your mess by licking my cock clean.”

  The darkness in his voice frightened her as he opened her legs wider, pummeling her sex with every thrust. The tone made her heart race with fear, and her body convulse all over again. She wanted those dark corners of his mind. She wanted to know every one of his perversions, and she wanted to melt in the wake of them.

  “That’s right. You love it, don’t you? You want to be my obedient little whore, don’t you?”

  She gasped. She’d never thought to hear him call anyone, let alone her such a word, yet to hear the profanity from Mr. Darcy’s lips, with the look of endless affection in his eyes as he said, she knew the answer was yes.

  “God, yes,” she said.

  Darcy shuddered over her, thrusting deeply as he growled. He thrust again, grunting and howling with each convulsion. She could feel his seed pouring hot inside her, and she reached down to his backside, pulling him deeper. He moaned, bucked one more time, then stilled, his eyes closed as his mouth fell open over her.

  Elizabeth clutched him to her, pulling him into her in a subtle rhythm, relishing in the sensation. Finally, he slumped down onto her, his face buried into the crook of her neck.

  They lay there for a long moment, the warmth of their bodies causing their sweat to mingle on their skin. Elizabeth ran her fingers into Darcy’s hair, brushing her thumb along the length of his sideburn.

  His body rose and fell with each haggard breath he took. Elizabeth clung to him there, feeling his breath, his weight. Nothing had ever felt so right.

  This man was hers. Fitzwilliam Darcy was hers. His touch, his body, his lust – they all belonged to her, and she could have them, whenever and however she wanted.

  Elizabeth Darcy decided then and there that she would love married life.

  “My darling,” he whispered, lifting just enough to meet her eyes and kiss her. “You were better than I could have imagined.”

  Elizabeth blushed, covering her smile with the back of her hand.

  Darcy was up, groaning as he pulled from inside her. She felt almost cold to feel him pull away. He stood over her, running his eyes over her body.

  “God, you are breathtaking,” he said. Then he held his hand out to her. She took it, and without concern for their state of undress, Darcy yanked her toward the door of the parlor and led her down the hall, leaving their clothes scattered around the pianoforte.

  They reached the doors to Darcy’s apartments – their apartments, and he showed her inside. Elizabeth sighed at the sight of the four poster bed, her body exhausted and ready to sink into the comfort there.

  “Ah, come here, darling.”

  Elizabeth turned to find Darcy standing in front of a tall cabinet. He stood aside, his cock still half erect as she crossed the room to join him.

  He opened the cabinet doors to her and contents within stilled her breath.

  “I’ve been preparing for your arrival for weeks now,” he said, a sly grin on his handsome face.

  Within the cabinet, there were dozens of paddles, leather straps, whips, cuffs, belts, stretches of satin cord and rope, strange phallic looking objects, and shackles. Elizabeth took a step back, almost afraid to look furthe
r.

  “As I said, beloved, I am going to demand your obedience in all things.”

  Elizabeth stood a little straighter, her fury rising. “You, sir, cannot ask that of me! I am not meant to be some obedient little wife. I never was. You of all people should know that.”

  “Oh, I do,” he said, pulling a long stretch of satin rope from within the cabinet. Elizabeth recoiled, fear rising in her chest. What had she got herself into?

  “I married you because you are my equal in every way. As my wife, I want the woman I fell in love with. Challenge me, test me, keep me guessing as you always have, but in the bedroom?”

  He stretched the rope between his hands, pulling it apart with such speed, it made a sharp ‘Thwap!’

  Elizabeth chirped in nervous response.

  Darcy grinned. “When you and I are behind closed doors, I am your master, do you understand?”

  Elizabeth swallowed. “But -”

  “I want your unconditional trust. In all things. No matter what I ask, no matter what I threaten, I want to see complete faith in your eyes. Faith that no matter what I do, it will be for your pleasure, as much as it is mine.”

  Elizabeth felt her courage rising. “Really? That whip there? That’s for my pleasure?”

  Darcy glanced at the whip, then shot her a sideways look. “Oh yes. You will love it when I leave your ass red from it. You will love it when I slide the handle inside you -”

  Elizabeth gasped, stepping away from him. Despite the trepidation she felt, her sex was beginning to ache again. A strange sensation when still quivering and throbbing from his previous assault.

  “I’m going to demand obedience, but I will not force you to do anything. I will make you submit, but when I do, it will be because you want to.”

  She felt something cold against her back and realized she’d walked back into the bedpost. She gripped it in her hands, as though for protection as much as support.

  “Am I understood?”

  She swallowed, watching him run his fingers over the length of red cord in his hand. She fought to push the images each toy in the cabinet inspired from her mind, but with each new flash, her sex ached anew. She wanted it all. She wanted to see just what depraved things her husband would do with her. She wanted to feel the release of letting herself succumb in his arms – over and over.