The Inheritance (14 page)

Especially
when she was wrong.

He strode off
to check on Grace's progress.

C
hapter Seven

A
Commemoration & A Christening

It was a
quiet, demure and better behaved Elizabeth who sat down to dinner
that evening. She kept her hands off the table during service and
spoke to Lord Michael with respect and adoration. And she looked
positively beautiful.

Late in the
afternoon when he had returned to release her from her bonds he had
found her sleeping. He awakened her by teasing between her legs,
finding her very wet indeed. He instructed her not to wash before
dinner and to wear no undergarments. She was to dress herself and
only allow Grace to assist with her jewellery and hair.

The discipline
had done wonders for her attitude and the twinkle in her bright
blue-green eyes told him she was definitely ready for some
salacious play. When dessert was served he thoroughly enjoyed
watching Elizabeth enthusiastically scoop up the sweet cake and
cream, then roll her eyes with satisfaction.

"Ohhh this is
divine," she breathed.

Lord Michael
was fully aware of the heightened sense of taste a woman
experienced when in a state of passionate hunger.

"When you have
finished I have a very special surprise for you," he promised,
winking at her.

She smiled
happily.

"I'm so
pleased you think I'm worthy of a special surprise," she
beamed.

"You are
behaving as you should, Elizabeth. Like your old self. I'm very
pleased with you."

Elizabeth felt
the warm glow of his approval. As much as she was enjoying her
scrumptious pudding she hurried through it, anxious to receive her
reward. Setting the spoon down at the side of her plate she looked
at Lord Michael expectantly.

"May I have my
surprise now?" she asked. "If it pleases you," she added
quickly.

"It does
please me," he replied, and pushing his chair back from the table
walked around to take her hand.

"Your surprise
is waiting for you in another part of the house," he said
mysteriously. "Just follow me and all will be revealed."

"Oh how
exciting," she giggled. "I can't wait."

Elizabeth
couldn't imagine what might be waiting for her. In her experience a
surprise was usually jewellery or a pretty new dress. And why did
he have to take her to another area of the house?

Lord Michael
chose a circuitous route to the grand hall making sure they were
not being followed, though why anyone would want to follow them he
couldn't fathom, but he was an appropriately careful man. Such
precautions were a part of his nature.

It was dark
when they reached the large open area, the moon casting its silver
glow through the many paned windows the only light to guide their
steps.

"What are we
doing here?" Elizabeth whispered.

"You'll see,"
Lord Michael replied. "And why are you whispering?"

She laughed.
"Honestly I don't know. It just seemed that I should. It's so dark
and quiet here."

"I suppose it
is," he replied. "But no matter. We have reached your
surprise."

Elizabeth took
in her surroundings. There was nothing there. Some low benches and
some very nice paintings and tapestries, but nothing she could
ascertain as being a surprise for her.

"I don't
understand, Master," she said, completely bewildered.

Lord Michael
studied her face. The lustrous light cast her in a white shadow,
bestowing upon her the look of fine porcelain - an exquisite,
living, precious cameo.

He could stand
it no longer and surged forward, sweeping her up in his arms,
kissing her with a fervent avidity, his lips crushing her mouth,
his tongue urgently seeking out hers. When at last he released her
she was panting, her chest rising and falling, and Lord Michael was
quite beside himself. It was rare for him to lose control as he
had.

"My goodness,
Master," she said, panting. "Was that my surprise?"

"No my
dearest," he answered breathlessly. "It was just something that
needed doing." His cock was raging in his trousers, and attempting
to ignore it, taking a deep breath he turned to the fireplace
mantle.

"This," he
announced dramatically, "is your surprise!"

He subtly
reached under the mantle and pulled on the lever. The door appeared
to magically swing open from the wall. Elizabeth gasped in excited
surprise and hurried to peer into the darkness.

"This is going
to be our secret chamber," he said, walking to her and taking her
hand. "There should be some lanterns right here," he remarked,
looking for them just inside the opening where he had instructed
Grace to leave them. He found them nestled in the corner, and
handing one to Elizabeth he lit them both. The stairway emerged in
the flickering light.

"This is so
thrilling!" she exclaimed. "How did you ever find it?"

"A keen eye,"
he said, which was exactly the truth. He turned and pulled the door
behind them but leaving it open just a crack. He still had not
determined how to close it completely and open it from the
inside.

"Now mind your
step," he warned, leading her down the stairwell.

When he
reached the bottom he stood aside and allowed Elizabeth to enter
the bedchamber ahead of him. She walked forward in dazed
surprise.

Though she
didn't know it, the room was a far cry from the dusty, unused
bedchamber he had discovered. When he had inspected it in the late
afternoon he was astonished Grace had accomplished so much and had
praised her enthusiastically. He intended to reward her with a
florin the following day.

"Master," she
breathed. "I can't believe it. It's just - just..."

Unable to
contain herself she spun around and ran back to him, throwing her
arms around his neck.

"Forgive me,
Master, but I simply cannot believe it. Our own special hideaway.
This is the most wonderful surprise ever, in the history of
surprises!" she declared.

"Careful," he
laughed, disengaging himself from her embrace. "We will put our
lanterns down and light the others that are here, then I shall show
you around our little hideaway, as you put it."

He took her to
the anteroom, now with a sparkling clean basin and pitcher full of
fresh water; he showed her how the door opened to the front lawns,
but was well hidden behind the bushes; then introduced her to the
little desk and chair. Taking her back to the magnificent
fourposter, he stood behind her and put his arms around her
waist.

"And this is
of course, the bed," he whispered in her ear. "Who knows the
identity of those who came before us? What royal personages may
have hidden here while fleeing, or noblemen who would come to
covertly share their bodies with their secret lovers?"

"Just like us,
Master," she sighed. "Oh it's so romantic."

"And we must
only be careful coming and going. No sound can escape this chamber.
But for the very tiny crack in the upstairs panel I had to leave
open it is completely sealed," he said, his breath hot in her ear.
"I must learn the secret to closing it completely," he added, more
to himself than to her.

"Surely it
must have a catch. As do the cabinets in my bedroom. You just have
to find the little lever. I would imagine it would be at the top or
bottom," she suggested.

"By jove.
Aren't you a clever little minx? You undress for me and I shall nip
up and see if I can find it," he said. "By the time I return I
expect you to be completely naked lying on those sheets. Normally I
would instruct you to have your eyes closed but you must enjoy the
sight since it is our first night here," he said gently.

"Thank you,
Master," she replied, and watched him disappear up the stairs.

It wasn't easy
finding the buttons and clasps at her back to remove her dress, and
when he returned just a few moments later she was still working
hard to do so.

"I'm so sorry,
Master. I couldn't manage it by myself," she apologized,
disappointed that she was unable to complete the small task he had
set her.

"I see. Then I
shall do it for you. You will practice this and learn how to
quickly dress and undress for me," he decreed. "But you are
forgiven - I found the little catch so you have earned a reprieve.
That was very clever."

"You did? Oh
that's marvellous," she enthused. "And I will practice undressing
quickly."

He moved
behind her and ordered her to hold the post of the bed. Wrapping
her fingers around the cool, hard wood, a wave of supreme happiness
flowed through her veins. This was where she should be. At the
mercy of the man undressing her.

She felt the
release of the fabric around her body, then his hands as they moved
across her back and around her torso. Reaching up he gripped her
titties and squeezed gently as his wet lips roamed across her neck.
Moaning, she closed her eyes, feeling the wet, warm kisses. His
fingers tweaked her nipples until she was gasping with the stinging
heat, then sliding his hands down her sides he grabbed her hips,
pulling her from the post.

"Arch your
back," he said firmly, "and lower your hands."

Her dress fell
forward as she slid her hands down the pole. She heard the rustling
of the fabric as he took hold of the hem and proceeded to lift her
skirt, rolling it into itself until the folds of silk and satin
reached her waist.

'I'm rather
pleased you could not undress yourself in time," he murmured. "This
is quite a delicious sight. Your beautiful bottom is so white and
pure, except for some remnants of the spanking I gave you earlier
today. It is bathed in the frame of your red dress. Quite a
delightful tableaux my dear. One I shall repeat in the future."

Elizabeth
whimpered at his words. She could imagine how it looked, just as
she had imagined how her nether regions must have appeared to him
earlier in the day when she was upside down.

"Time to check
your wetness," he declared.

Placing his
thumbs on each of her pussy lips he spread her apart. She groaned,
and wiggled ever so slightly.

"My goodness,
Elizabeth. Are you just a juicy little thing," he murmured, his
lewd comment making her groan yet again. "Move against my fingers,"
he instructed, pushing inside her hot, soaked grotto. "Let me see
your bottom gyrate - let me see how much you want to be
fucked."

In spite of
the many times he had spoken to her in such a manner, she felt a
scarlet flush creep across her face. But it did not stop her from
doing exactly what he asked. Not because she was in fear of
punishment, but because she was thrilled to wiggle and squirm at
him.

"Oh Master, I
feel like such a naughty woman when I do these things," she
whispered, her words echoing through the chamber.

"That's
because you are," he replied, and keeping his fingers in place,
shifted his position, standing at her side and wrapping his other
arm around her waist. "Come along now you naughty wench. Fuck my
fingers."

Letting out a
low wail, Elizabeth bucked and pushed, riding his fingers as though
they were his stiff, strong cock. Lord Michael pressed against the
front of her channel seeking out the thrilling spot that sent her
into a state of quick, but unbridled ecstasy. A sudden cry of joy
told him he had been successful.

"Oh Master,
that is remarkable," she gasped.

He pressed
again, moving his finger in a small purposeful circle. Elizabeth
shoved her bottom backwards in an exaggerated manner, overcome with
the lustful feelings permeating her sex.

"I think
that's enough of that," he remarked, withdrawing his hand. "I don't
want to spoil you now that you are behaving so well."

"Oh Master,
that was simply divine," she breathed, and couldn't help but buck
some more, her body seeking out that which had provided her with
such enormous pleasure. In response to her lascivious gyrations
Lord Michael fondled her bottom and lightly smacked, offering the
spicy little spanking he knew would bring her even closer to the
state he desired.

"Oh Master,"
she shrilled, "thank you, Master."

After a year
under his authority, Lord Michael knew just how much sizzle to
apply. Her skin was turning his favourite colour of pink and she
was letting out the small cries that he had come to know so
well.

"So my little
strumpet - you are anxious are you not?"

"Oh yes,
Master," she answered breathlessly. "Most anxious."

"Stay as you
are," he ordered, and dropping his hand moved to the desk where he
had placed some of his erotic supplies.

Retrieving the
blindfold, one of his crops, and a jar of a very oily substance he
found aided in that which he intended, he placed the jar and crop
on the bed in a convenient location for easy reach when needed,
then slipped the black satin sash across her eyes and tied it
securely.

"You do enjoy
your blindfold don't you, Elizabeth?" he asked.

He had
discovered that her enjoyment of their play seemed to be heightened
by its application.

"I do, Master.
I know not why but I do," she admitted, wriggling a little as if to
emphasis her statement. Lord Michael smiled, and started to
undress.

"If you recall
the events of your punishment this afternoon," he began, knowing
words were just as much an aphrodisiac as actions, "I reminded you
that I am your Lord and Master, and as such can do with you what I
wish. Do you remember that?"

"Oh yes,
Master. And I am so happy such is the case," she answered, feeling
her pussy pulse with the reminder.

"And I'm sure
you recall the celebrations for our one year anniversary of my
collaring you were interrupted for various reasons. Including an
illness that befell me," he continued, removing the last of his
clothing.