Authors: Alicia Quigley
Impudence Needs Must
Be Punished
Over the next days,
Adam and Allegra spent all their time together, sharing the delights of a couple
having just discovered one another. They retired to their bedroom shortly after
dinner each night, rose late each morning, and found plenty of time for
dalliance in between. They also learned to their delight that they shared other
interests as well, and many happy hours were spent in the stables with the
horses, on trips about the estate visiting tenants, or visits to the extensive
gardens, where Allegra showed a rare interest in flowers and immediately placed
all the gardeners under her spell. London, with its parties and gossip, Louisa,
Lord Gresham, even Emily seemed to be a lifetime away, from that long-ago
period before they had found each other.
But always, before
too many hours had passed, Adam would catch Allegra's eye, and the familiar
feeling of need would rise in each of them, and they would find their way to
the nearest private place for a hasty coupling. Adam began to wonder if Allegra
had some mysterious power over him, for his desire for her increased each time
he had her, rather than waning as it usually did. Her pure sensuality and
delight in their activity attracted him as no other woman had before. When he
had time to ponder the idea it bothered him, but he always hastily dismissed
the thought, reflecting that it was just as well that he wanted his wife, for
she must be the mother of his children and his constant companion.
In the late afternoon
of their last day at Gravesmere they were together in the library, a stately
room with beautiful carved oaken paneling. Sunlight splashed through the high
windows, brushing the leather spines of the volumes and making the tiny motes
of dust that floated in air glisten like gold. Adam sat in a high-backed
leather chair, one leg thrown casually over the wide arm, a volume open in his
lap. His shirt was open at the neck, revealing a trace of golden hair, and he
appeared to be completely relaxed and at ease. Allegra stood on the balcony
that circled the room, her head turned up towards the wall of books towering
over her, searching for a particular volume.
"Adam, where is
your Horace?" she asked plaintively.
Adam looked up,
amused. "Horace? When did you learn to read Greek?"
Allegra turned
towards him and leaned her arms on the carved railing, smiling at him
teasingly. "I've many talents you don't suspect."
Adam gazed up at her,
transfixed by her appearance. He always thought of an angel when he saw her,
even if sometimes that angel was behaving in a naughty fashion. Her hair
glinted in the sunlight, her delicate hands fluttered on the dark wood, and her
ripe breasts seemed almost to pop out of the neckline of her gown. He put the
book down in his lap.
"Come
here," he ordered.
Allegra felt a tiny
fluttering in the pit of her stomach. Days of flagrant sex, of giving into her
every wanton desire, had made her entirely susceptible to him and exquisitely
aware of the slightest change in his intonation or expression. He wanted her,
she knew, and the thought immediately sent her pulse racing. She wondered
vaguely if she would ever grow used to this feverish need, or if she would be a
slave to it forever. She hesitated.
"I said, come
here."
Adam's tone was calm,
but Allegra knew that he had sensed that moment of resistance, and felt his
mastery reaching out to her; it increased the heat already kindled within her.
She made her way to the staircase that spiraled down from the balcony and came
down it, slowly enough to signal some little defiance, enjoying the wait as
each step increased her anticipation. In a few moments she stood in front of
Adam, who still sat in the chair, watching her with a bemused expression.
"What do you
want, Adam?" she asked, her voice clear in the silence of the room.
He swung his leg back
over the arm and sat up, taking her hand in his and pulling her forward and
downwards.
“I want you to hurry
when I tell you to come to me,” he muttered.
She giggled and
tripped, landing on her knees in front of him on the soft carpet, her skirts
frothing around her in a wide circle. Adam looked down at her upturned face and
felt his heart give a sudden lurch. He raised his hand and laid it on the top
of her breast as it rose out of her bodice.
"This neckline
is almost unseemly, and who are you displaying these breasts for?" he said
conversationally. "I wonder that you go out in public like this."
Allegra shrugged.
"'Tis the fashion. You should be used to it by now. And, I am not in
public, but here in our country house," she added defiantly.
"I don't know if
I like the idea of other men seeing your breasts," observed Adam.
"But you don't
mind seeing them yourself," said Allegra, her voice holding a tiny edge of
temperamental passion.
"Not at
all." Adam sunk his finger under the edge of her dress, pushing down on it
slightly. Allegra's breasts rose higher out of it, the edges of her nipples
appearing, thrust upwards by the constricting bodice. Adam smiled to himself
and touched one, watching Allegra's face as she immediately shivered in
response. She was so easily aroused, he thought, so available. The thought was
immensely exciting.
Suddenly he reached
around behind her and seized the back of her bodice, grabbing it firmly and
tearing. Several tiny pearl buttons popped loose, scattering across the carpet.
Allegra jumped slightly in surprise, and then Adam was pulling her bodice down
until the neck of her dress framed her naked breasts, the creamy skin and pink
nipples framed by the innocent white lace.
"Why not bare
them completely, after all?" asked Adam, leaning back in his chair to
survey the view he had created. "Why taunt me with just a glimpse?"
"Do you prefer
this style then?" asked Allegra, a stab of excitement shooting through
her. Already she could feel the dampness growing between her legs. "You've
ruined my dress."
"I'll buy you a
hundred dresses, if only for the pleasure of tearing them off you." Adam
reached out and took her breasts in his hands, amazed as always by their silky
softness. "Yes, I think I like you this way. Perhaps I'll have some
dresses specially designed for you to wear when we're alone. Or maybe I'll
simply lock you away here at Gravesmere, so no other man can see you."
"Only if you
stay with me to assuage my wicked needs." Allegra's breath was coming hard
now as her skin tingled under his hands. She reached impatiently for his
waistband and began to undo the buttons of his trousers.
Adam laughed, pushed
her hands away. "Patience, darling. We're still fully dressed."
"I don't want to
wait." Allegra's voice reflected the heady need he had taught her to feel,
the cry of her body for immediate fulfillment.
"Well, you will
have to before you get what you wish." Adam stood up, grasping her about
the waist and lifting her as lightly as a child. He stalked across the room to
the desk, holding her in front of him. Her breasts were in front of his face,
and he paused for a moment to tease the nipples with his tongue, until she
wriggled and protested.
"You're so
greedy," he chastised as he sat her down on the edge of the desk. He
lifted her skirt and thrust his hand underneath, sliding it up past her knee to
her thigh. He paused a moment and looked at her, his eyebrows raised.
"No
drawers?"
She laughed and
reached into his unbuttoned breeches, pulling his erection free and cupping his
heavy balls in her palm. "I thought they were a waste of time."
“I’m quite certain
that wife that walks around without drawers is a wife that needs a lesson to be
less forward and available.” Adam warned her.
“Who will know here
at Gravesmere, or for that matter, anywhere else?” she asked impudently.
“By God, it had
better be none but I,” Adam declared. “But now, I think there will have to be a
little consequence for your rashness, my dear.”
In an economical move
he pulled up the big chair that graced the desk, seated himself, and jerked
Allegra onto his lap. Suddenly she found herself resting face down across his
lap and the arm of his chair, struggling to get upright.
“Be still,” Adam
muttered, lifting her skirts. “I want to gauge the full scale of your
impudence.”
Allegra could feel
the fabric of his breeches against her excited and sensitive nipples, and the
cool air of the library over her exposed buttocks, along with an accompanying
rush of moisture and heat in her nether regions. She squirmed.
Suddenly, the sound
of a smack pierced the air, and she jerked.
“You spanked me!” she
squealed.
“And what should a
wife who walks around without drawers expect, I wonder,” Adam drawled. He
paused for a beat, “Did you like it?” he inquired.
Allegra could feel
the heat spreading from her behind to the empty space longing to be filled, and
the tightness that was consuming her with demands for more pleasure.
“Are you sure that
you want me to wear drawers every minute?” she responded in a deeply sarcastic
tone.
Another smack
followed the first, but Adam’s hand clearly lingered caressingly on her smooth
flesh as it landed.
Allegra ground
herself against the aggressive bulge she could plainly feel beneath her, and
pushed her behind against his hand, lifting her behind invitingly.
Adam squirmed beneath
her, and replied “Not entirely,” in a somewhat constricted voice.
Suddenly Allegra,
felt his fingers running down the cleft between her rounded and stinging
cheeks, then two of them drove into her drenched channel. Adam slid them
against her sweet spot, and she was pinned between that pressure, and that
being exerted by his erection against her front. She felt him spread his
fingers within her, and melted still more, clenching inside with the urge to
come. Adam felt her heat and tightness and withdrew his fingers.
“Not yet!” he
commanded, and tapped her behind again warningly. “You have to wait until I let
you come.” Allegra moaned, and he put the fingers that had only moments before
been bringing her close to paradise, to her face, rubbing her moisture against
her lip.
“Lick them,” he
husked, “you can taste yourself, and then I will taste you.” Allegra opened her
mouth, and sucked his fingers inside, desperate for him to continue the
pleasure she was feeling.
“Very good,” Adam
approved, and removed his fingers. He flipped her skirts down again, and for a
moment Allegra feared he would leave her wanting. But then, he lifted her off
his lap and onto the edge of the desk. He tossed her skirts up again, and
spread her legs, leaving her pink and glistening pussy exposed to the air.
Adam's hand moved
straight to the source of her need, and he delicately plucked at her bud with
his thumb, deftly re-inserting two fingers into her. She gasped and allowed her
head to fall back, revealing an expanse of white neck that he obligingly
kissed. Her hand tightened on him, moving skillfully up and down.
"You're an apt
pupil," he said, sucking in his breath and willing himself to regain
control. Allegra smiled up at him dreamily, her need apparent.
"The door,"
she murmured. "We should lock the door."
"No one will
come in. And if they do, they'll simply have to leave." Adam knew that the
servants at Gravesmere were far too well trained to enter a room without
knocking, but he saw the tiny flash of excitement in Allegra's eyes at the
thought of being discovered. "You're a wanton little thing, aren't
you?"
"I'm only what
you've made me," she gasped, grinding against his hand. "Please,
Adam."
Adam muttered and
withdrew his fingers, pulling her forward to the very edge of the desk to
spread her thighs with ungentle hands. He dipped his head and kissed her at the
very seat of her passion, his tongue flicking over her distended and
hypersensitive clit. She gave a shriek of delight and buried her hands in his
hair, pulling him closer and tilting her hips. His tongue slid along her wet
surfaces, paying exquisite attention to each and every fold, his lips and teeth
nipping and grazing, urging her to the very brink of fulfillment. Then his
tongue penetrated her and he could feel her tremors starting, spreading through
her with increasing violence.
He looked up to see
her on the edge of the desk, her head thrown back in abandon, her breasts
gilded by the late afternoon sunlight, a scream rising in her throat. It fell
into the dim silence of the library and disappeared, and then Adam was on his
feet, shoving the books off the desk and pushing her back, seizing her hips and
driving into her before her last spasm had passed.
A sudden cold anger
seized him as he pounded into her, feeling as though his brain was about to
explode. She was so willing, so open to his advances, so ecstatic in her
enjoyment of his sensual attention. Was it only him, or would she respond this
way to any man? He knew he was the first, but would she take her pleasure
anywhere it was offered, like so many of the women in London? The idea of
Allegra under another man made his blood boil, and he pumped harder, trying to
drown the thought in fevered passion, to imprint himself on her so she would
never think of another man. She screamed again as another climax seized her and
then he joined her, his own orgasm even stronger than those he had experienced
before. He collapsed forward on to her in a tangle of skirts and petticoats,
his breathing unsteady, his heart pounding.