Blackwood Estate

Contains explicit content. For readers 18+

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“Come back here, you disobedient child!” My governess roars. “Lord Hemsworth is going to wring your pretty little neck when you come back!”

I ran faster and faster towards the woods, my heart feeling like it might catapult out of my chest. Reaching the forest, I hear Jacque’s voice.

“Here, Alexandria!” Jacques hissed from somewhere off to the left.

I look deeper into the woods and see him sitting on his shining black stallion. I run over to them.

Offering me down his hand, I reach for it and fling myself up on the sizable horse. Beginning to throw both my legs to the same side, he stops me.

“You’re not going to be able to ride side saddle with both of us on here,” he warns.

Feeling delightfully wicked, I instead spread my legs on either side of the saddle and take a seat in front of Jacques. As soon as my derriere hits the leather, he gently kicks each side of the stallion, prompting it to break into a run. With each gallop, I feel Jacques hips thrust forward against me. Having him so close, feeling his chest pushing into my back, it makes my body flush in a way I’ve never felt before. Whatever it is, I want to feel more of it.

Once were deeper in the woods, Jacques has the stallion switch from a gallop to a comfortable stroll.

“Can you believe my governess still calls me a child?” I fume. “I turned sixteen two weeks ago.”

“I’m nineteen and my father still very much considers me a child.”

“At least you don’t have to abide by child-like rules. Ugh, I’m going to be in so much trouble when I go home later.”

“Then don’t.”

“Are you suggesting we run away together?” I tease, the idea equally delightful as it is impossible.

“Whenever you want to, just say the word.”

“You don’t really mean that.”

“Of course I do, Alexandria.”

I play with the idea. It’s so tempting, but I know it could never work. Where would we go? What we do without ? Neither of us are skilled much at anything. Last time I checked being able to play the harp and speaking four languages wasn’t really conducive to making a living for oneself.

“It would never work.”

“Sure it could. I could join the military. You could teach harp lessons.”

“Yeah, so we run off to be together only to have you die in battle.”

“You should at least stay the night, though. Rain is coming in. You can say it was too unsafe to travel back.”

“I think I will.”

I lean back into Jacques and enjoyed the beautiful journey to his estate. However, a half hour in and he guides his horse over to a giant willow tree, its wide branches providing shelter from the late afternoon sun.

“Are we stopping?”

“I packed us lunch,” he says into my ear and plants a chaste kiss on my cheek.

He dismounts first and then holds his hand up to me. I take it and he guides me down, both of his hands firmly on my waist. It feels so lovely to have his hands on me again.

“Thanks for coming today. I can’t stand to be around that savage man.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“What are you talking about?”

He reaches for my forearm and holds it up closer to his face.

“This horrid bruise on your arm. It’s from him, isn’t it?” He snapped.

I’ve never heard Jacques so enraged.

“I mean, it’s halfway my fault. I told him I would never marry him.”

“He did this to you over that?”

“...and then I spat in his face.”

Jacques lets out a chuckle and grins at me, his expression boyish but oh so suggestive all at once somehow. The way he cocks his head to the side, his tongue still playing with the corner of his mouth...he could corrupt the Virgin Mary herself.

“That’s my girl.”

We enjoy some cheddar cheese, a few bunches grapes and some bread. Done eating, I lay down and lean into his chest. His arm wraps around me and I swear I could die right now a happy woman. Feeling so content and peaceful, I close my eyes and soon fall asleep.

Opening my eyes some time laster, I realize we must have fallen asleep for at least an hour. The sky is turning into a dreamy, pastel painting, signaling sunset is soon approaching.

“Are you ready to go, my love?” Jacques asks.

“Yes.”

Jacques plants a kiss on my forehead and then we get back up and mount Dante. The rest of our half hour ride goes by in a flash and soon we’re riding up to Jacque’s massive estate. The imposing home is at least double the size of mine, a fortress of stone, manicured gardens, fountains and rows of humongous windows.

One of Jacques servants runs over to us as we approach.

“Good evening, Master Blackwood,” he announces and begins to help Jacques off of Dante.

His servant tries to help me down, but Jacques reaches for my hand instead.

“Miss Westerly,” his servant greets me and gives me a bow.

“Put Dante away, will you, Dunsley?”

“Yes, sir.”

Jacques reaches for my hand and leads me into the house.

“Are your parents here?” I ask as we enter the foyer

I worry they’ll return me back home if they know I’m here.

“No, they’re still in Spain. It’s just us.”

“And your staff of fifty housekeepers?” I point out with raised brows.

He rolls his eyes.

“And them.”

Jacques sweeps me off my feet and flings me over his shoulder.

“You monster,” I say through a round of giggles.

“Where to, my darling? To the parlor so you can play me a beautiful melody on the harp?”

I put my mouth against his ear as he begins ascending the massive marble staircase.

“I was thinking to your bedroom,” I whisper.

“Oh, were you? Well, right this way.”

We reach the top of the stairs and continue down the seemingly never-ending hallway. Finally we reach a heavy wood door. We enter and once we reach the bed he tosses me down onto it. He then gets onto the bed and climbs on top of me, our chests just barely touching.

He leans down and plants a soft kiss on my lips. I open my mouth wider for him , and soon he’s caressing my top lip between his, the feeling leaving my stomach in heavenly knots. I soon feel his tongue dart into my mouth. I offer him mine back, the way he teases it causing me to let out a moan. Our kisses soon reckless and desperate, our breathing hot and out of control, it feels like my body wants to explode into a million pieces. His full weight now pushing into me, I feel something hard pushing against my lower area. I don’t know exactly what, but the feeling leaves me wanting more.

“Why don’t I help you get more comfortable,” he purrs in my ear and pulls me back off the bed with him. He throws me a smile that leaves me feeling all sorts of fluttery.

Getting up with him, he spins me around so I’m facing the bed, my back to him. His fingers reach for the outer layer of my gown’s mantua and slide it off my shoulders. His then begins removing my corset, taking his time with each lace. Suddenly I feel his lips press against my neck. His lips begin planting kisses down it, each one making my heart beat a little faster. Soon in nothing but my undergarments, I suddenly felt extremely self-conscious.

He caresses down my shoulders then my arms, interlacing his fingers with mine when he reaches my hands.

“Can I take the rest off?” He asks.

“Yes.”

Almost shaking, I try to keep my breathing steady as he reaches for my thin cotton top. He grabs the bottom hem and lifts it over my head. My breasts now completely exposed, I try to keep myself from blushing. His fingers then slip into my pants and slide them all the way down to the floor. I step out of them.

“Let me see you,” he begs, his voice soft and gentle.

He grabs my hand and spins me around.

“Oh my God...you’re so beautiful, Alexandria,” he breathes.

I can feel my cheeks burning with sheer embarrassment. I pray the candlelight is disguising them. I then take claim a spot on the bed and watch as Jacques begins to disrobe himself.

He’s so confident as he does it, his dark gaze not leaving mine as he does so. Soon he’s in nothing but his undergarment trousers, his bare, broad chest on display for me. I feel myself being to burn. Not out of embarrassment anymore, though, but...something else.

“You’re not done, are you, monsieur?” I somehow manage to tease.

“Do you want to see all of me?”

“Yes,” I breathe.

He reaches for the hem of his pants and begins sliding them off. My eyes are drawn to his manhood. The sight of it leaves me speechless. So that’s what I’ve been feeling everything we’ve snuck off to the woods to share secret kisses...I think to myself.

“Do you approve, mademoiselle?”

“Very much."

Jacques climbs on the bed with me. I lean back into the pillows.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

I watch as he lowers his head between my legs.

“Jacques,” I gasp as I feel his mouth on my most private area.

His tongue flicks across me. I reach behind me and grasp for the pillows as he continues, the feeling the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. He continues caressing me, my stomach feeling tighter with each passing minutes. Suddenly everything goes back.

“Ahhh..”I cry out as I arch my back and throw my head back into the pillows.

I can’t think straight. My body is convulsing in the most delightful way. Everything feels...perfect.

“Did you like that?”

“Yes,” I breathe, my voice shaky.

I open my eyes and look down to Jacques. I glance to his manhood. I want to touch it, but don’t know if I should. As if reading my thoughts, Jacques take my hand and puts it on it. It’s stiff, but at the same time feels velvet like in my hand. I don’t know what to do so I start stroking it up and down. As I do so, he leans back and lets out a sigh. I keep doing it, delighting in the moans he starts to let out. Somehow it grows even harder between my fingers.

Jacques climbs up towards me and mounts me before taking my mouth in a deep kiss. Suddenly I feel his hardness pushing against the outside of me. Before I realize what’s happening, I let out a gasp. We’re finally connected and it feels so incredible.

“Are you okay, my love?” He whispers in my ear.

“Yes,” I breathe. “Keep going.”

I feel his length pull out of me and slide back in again, my body tightening in the most delightful way. I reach up and dig my nails into his shoulder, pulling him even tighter into me. He continues to thrust into me, my hips pushing up towards his everytime he does so. His thrusts start to come faster and deeper, my body tightening even more with each one. I begin to hear myself let out cries. Feeling like I might explode, I can no longer think straight.

“Does that feel good, my love?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I breathe, boldly grabbing his backside and pulling him into me.

Jacques props my leg up and thrusts deeper into me. Everything goes black again, but this time feels even more amazing. I let out a loud cry as my body shakes underneath his. Jacques soon lets out a deep groan and then collapses on top of me. Our breathing is ragged, our bodies are hot and sweaty...I’ve never felt so wonderful.

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