His Plaything (closed for CGRaven & I)

London, 1837


Caroline Brampton thanked the footman who had just refilled her hot chocolate, and smiled down the table at her brother in law.

"David... I just wanted to thank you again, you and Isabel for taking me in. I would have.... struggled alone, with James away. I really do appreciate it!"

She had been at the Staunton town house, for almost a fortnight now, and it was starting to feel like home. Isabel, was her eldest sister, now 27, and she had married very well, accepting the hand of David Staunton and in so doing, becoming the wife of one of London's most powerful men, outside the nobility. His business interests stretched far and wide, he was a name a Lloyds, and a significant shareholder in the East India company. Secretly, Caroline wondered if he might be able to enhance her own husband's career prospects.

James, her husband of only a month, had set sail for Kabul with the 51st Regiment, in the hopes of making his fortune, like so many other young officers before him. British forces were being sent to the Afghan capital, as fears rose that Dost Mohammed, the Afghan leader loyal to England, was engaging with the Russians, who'se empire stretched to the other side of Afghanistan.

Yes, David might well be able to exert a positive influence in James's career, with little more than a word or two whispered in the right ear.

She looked up again, conscious of having allowed the conversation to slip. She looked at him, as he read the morning newspaper. He was tall and broad shouldered, and still a fine looking man. He was in his early forties, 15 years older than his wife, and more than double her 19 years!

She sipped her chocolate, and thought she had better ask about her sister.

"How is Isabel this morning? Feeling any better??"

Not that there was much wrong with her. Caroline squashed that uncharitable thought. Isabel was providing her with a roof over her head, and she would do well to remember that. Still, they had never been particularly close, and Isabel's "poor health" had always seemed to come and go conveniently.

Suddenly, she felt her face heat, as she recalled how the evening before, David had held her chair for her, as she left the table, and had somehow grazed her breast. It had been accidental, of course, and it would be unladylike to mention it, David, she was sure, had not even noticed. But she had, and it had reminded her of all that she was missing with her new husband far away. She looked at him now, and found his eyes watching her, and she felt her face heat anew, and she quickly lifted her cup to her mouth, thankful for the distraction.

David Staunton sipped his morning coffee as he read the Times. Yet it was not the shipping reports or finical news that occupied his mind but rather young Mrs. James Smyth-Dorian Esq. the blushing bride of sub lieutenant Smyth-Dorian of her Majesty’s 51st Regiment of foot, Caroline. It had been a fortnight now sense the calmly young beauty had come to number 69 Mayfair place seeking the shelter and comfort of her elder sisters home, as her dashing young husband was posted to overseas duty on the Afghan
Frontier. David had been impressed by the girl’s beauty but then his wife also was a striking beauty as well in her youth.

"How is Isabel this morning? Feeling any better??"

Isabel a sweet demure pale little orchid who’s beauty had faded as she took more and moor to her bed, trembling in fear that he would demand of her that she fulfill her wifely duties.

“ No I fear not Caroline she still lays a bed an invalid for all but a few hours a day when she cares to take the sun in the rose garden.”

He laid aside his paper and studied young Mrs. Smyth-Dorian Esq. the pink blush that kissed her cheeks. He wondered if she were thinking about last evening the accidental brush of her breast as he had assisted her with her chair. It had been Four days ago that he had made up his mind. If Isabel refused her wifely duties claiming poor health, then it would fall to her sister Caroline to.

“ Mrs. Smyth-Dorian as your sister is indisposed I find myself in need of an escort for the East Indies Ball this evening.”

Tonight would begin his seduction and conquest of the innocent young beauty.

“ Mrs. Smyth-Dorian as your sister is indisposed I find myself in need of an escort for the East Indies Ball this evening.”

Caroline was taken aback at hsi request. Well, it wasn't actually a request, it was more of a demand, but still, she would be happy to do something useful, something that would help ensure that she was not a burden on him. She was a little worried about scandal, but, no, he was her brother in law, it was quite okay, of that she was sure.

He was far better versed in social dos and don't having lived in the top echelons of society all his life, while she and Isabel had been from a very respectable, albeit somewhat impoverished family. That had, of necessity, limited their socialising to the rural community in which they had been raised.

"I would be honored Sir. Of course!"

She wondered if she had anything suitable to wear. Still perhaps she could borrow something of her sisters. Blushing with embarrassment, she looked up.

"I wonder would it be alright if I borrowed one of Isabel's gowns. I fear I dont have anything that would be suitable. Would you be so good as to ask Isabel's maid to leave something in my room for me!"

David watched as his young sister-in-law blushed crimson at his invitation like a young schoolgirl invited to her first grown up Ball. Her voice was a demure little whisper ;


"I wonder would it be alright if I borrowed one of Isabel's gowns. I fear I don’t have anything that would be suitable. Would you be so good as to ask Isabel's maid to leave something in my room for me!"


Staunton his face a mask of propriety took a sip of his coffee as he laid aside his copy of The Times.

“Certainly Mrs. Smyth-Dorian I shall see to it. “



Staunton picked up a little silver bell and softly rang it. With in moments his man servant Mahatma came to the summons.

” Yes Sahib …..”

Mahatma Din was a giant of a man his skin a dark bronze almost ebony in its richness, his eyes as dark as mid night, like the rest of the staff at number 69 Mayfair Place, Had come with him from his days in India on the North West frontier.


“ Have Kali attend to me in my study Din.”

As you command Sahib

Then turning to the naïve little beauty David Staunton excused himself.

“ We shall depart for the Savoy at nine sharp Mrs. Smyth-Dorian .”


It was an hour later when a soft knock came on the door to David Staunton’s study. It was a knock he knew well. A knock that brought a wry smile to his lips.

“Enter Kali.”

The door eased open and a dark sensual beauty of the east entered . Her eyes dark smoldering. A look of wanton hunger he knew well.

“ Kali your mistress’s sister will require a gown this evening for the East Indies’ Ball.”

Yes Sahib something to your wife’s tastes?

There was a taunting lithe to the Asian beauty’s voice..


“ No Kali something to my tastes, a gown that will show off the girl’s charms to their best while still maintaining a hint of modesty.”


Yes Sahib, you will be pleased.


Staunton had no doubt that he would be pleased with Kali’s choice and that her choice would bring a blush to young Caroline’s cheeks.

Caroline had retired to her bedchamber to bathe before the ball. She was more than a little nervous about the evening ahead, accompanying her sophisticated brother in law to a function that invited the upper echelons of society. She had little experience moving amongst such people, and she was worried about appearing naive and rustic.

David wouldn't see her wrong though, and she would take her cues from him, but she desperately did not want to cause him any embarrassment.

She stood in the bath, the water cascading off her naked, petite frame, and she looked down, blushing as she noticed how her breasts jutted out. It was a normal womanly form, she knew that, but she was uncomfortable naked. She was even more uncomfortable when her maid handed her a towel on which to dry herself. This was something she was still unused to. Her parents had had staff, but not so many as she had a lady's maid to attend her, and she blushed at another person seeing her naked body, even if it was a maid!

She asked if the dress she was borrowing from her sister was laid out in her dressing room, and she was relieved when she was told that Isabel's maid had selected, aired and pressed the chosen gown.

Her jaw, however, fell open when she saw the gown.

"There must be some mistake!"

Caroline's face turned crimson as she saw her image in the looking glass. It was obscene!! Surely her sister didn't go out in public in something as revealing as this???!!!!

"No Ma'am. This is the dress that Kali brought. She said that the Master picked it out, and declared it suitable"

Caroline fingered the fine silk, and wondered if she was being dreadfully provincial. Perhaps this was the fashion in the society here in London? Suddenly, she thought of her own plain brown and navy dresses, with their unfashionably high necklines, and she knew she was being silly. Certainly Isabel was as conservative as she, or at least she had been when they lived at home. This was Isabel's dress, and if her sister wore it, it had to be okay.

Still, her nightgown that she wore on her wedding night revealed less than this dress, and she was going to wear this in front of others!!

Finally, her hair was coiffed to perfection, a few dark tendrils framing her face, setting off her big, brown, expressive eyes, while the burgundy dress wrapped her body, covering her, if only just, and showing her every curve. Still uncomfortable in the dress, but now determined to proceed, she made her way down the stairs to where David was waiting for her.

She smiled, her full lips parting enough to show her teeth, and she lowered her eyelids demurely.

"Good evening Sir. Will I do?"

Mrs. Caroline Smyth-Dorian softly came down the spiral stair case of number 69 Mayfair Place a vision of innocent sensuality in burgundy. Kali had not failed him. The gown was daring, the heck line a deep bow that just barely covered Caroline’s nipples, her pale ivory shoulders left bare with just a hint of a little puff sleeve to hold that scandalously plunging neckline from slipping indecently. The shimmering silk clung to the girl’s torso like a second skin, hugged the swell of her hips before flaring into a skirt.


She smiled, her full lips parting enough to show her teeth, and she lowered her eyelids demurely.

"Good evening Sir. Will I do?"

“Yes you will do Mrs. Smyth-Dorian.”

His voice dark rich , with a haunting sensual quality to it. For his part Staunton had chosen a simple black tails with white tie and vest.

“ Mahatma Din My carriage.”

Staunton offered Caroline his arm and like Cinderella she was off to the Ball.

Even before they had reached the ball room the strains of a Strauss waltz came floating on the night air as they mounted the great marble staircase. When they arrived at the top David Staunton handed the Major Domo his card. The man rapped his staff three times on the marble floor and the music and gaiety of the Ball hushed.

Colonel Sir David Staunton of the Royal Household Cavalry OBE. and Mrs. Caroline Smyth-Dorian .

All eyes seemed to be on them as David led the naïve young beauty to the dance floor as once again the hall was filled with the sounds of music. Cinderella had arrived at the ball on the arm of Prince Charming. To a world of whirling dancers and endlessly flowing Champagne, which Colonel Sir David Staunton making sure that his young companion glass never went dry.

She had heard of this dance, she was sure it was the Waltz, that scandalous dance from Europe. They never played this at the country dances she had attended. Then men all held their dance partner in their arms, swirling them around the dance floor.

It was like.... she blushed, as her mind though that it was like an upright expression of the embrace in which a man took his wife.

Before she could think more on it, David took her onto the floor, and held her in his arms, making her blush even more, as he directed her around the floor.

He was a good dancer and she followed his lead, allowing him to direct her movements. It seemed so ....... intimate, his hands feeling hot on her skin, where his hand held hers, and where his other rested at her waist, it seemed to almost burn through the fabric of the dress.

She looked up at him, staring into his eyes, taken aback by their closeness.

"I hope I am getting the steps right? I've never danced this before."

Such a little innocent Staunton as Caroline blushed turn from crimson to scarlet as he took her in his arms and on to the Dance floor. His right had rested in the small of the young beauty’s back just above the sensual curve of her derrière. With every step his hips brushed hers in what to this young country Miss must have been a most intimate contact. He led Caroline though the interacted steps of the dance, as the room and dancers sensually swirled around her as she was held securely in Staunton’s arms.

"I hope I am getting the steps right? I've never danced this before."


“Your doing superbly Caroline …………..”

Caroline, not Mrs. Smyth-Dorian, it was the first time he had used her Christian name sense she had arrived at number 69 Mayfair Place.


“………..all you have to do is follow were I lead.”

Staunton’s voice was dark and rich and his gold flecked hazel eyes held the young girl’s captive in their gaze as a roughish smile bowed his lips.

Soon the dance came to its conclusion with a sensual little flourish of strings. As they left the dance floor David handed Caroline a flute of Champagne. They were sipping it when the conductor announced that the next dance would be a polka..

“Caroline quickly finish your Champagne you must dance the polka with me!”

The jaunty beat of the polish folk dance soon filled the hall and Staunton took the young beauty in his arms for the jaunty bouncing dance. He held Caroline much closer and more firmly that he had in the waltz as they joined the dance line.

“Your doing superbly Caroline …………..”

She blushed at his use of her Christian name, it was so.... intimate, and, she was unused to compliments and was both pleased and embarrassed by it.


“………..all you have to do is follow where I lead.”


She nodded, grateful that he would do the thinking for her, and she would follow his lead, and that way he would not be let down or embarrassed by her. She was acutely aware of his social standing, and her own, much more precarious one. Inevitably, if she made a fool of herself, or caused a scandal, she would be the one to suffer the most, and yet, her concern was that she not disappoint her wealthy and influential brother in law, who had been good enough to put a roof over her head.

She was flushed when the dance ended, and she was grateful when Staunton handed her a flute of champagne, deliciously cold, condensation forming on the glass. It was very much a novelty to her, unused as she was to circles of society such as these. She drank it, gulped it almost, and then blushed, not wanting to seem unladylike.

“Caroline quickly finish your Champagne you must dance the polka with me!”

She gulped the drink down, and just had time to hand the glass to a passing footman before she was escorted onto the floor. This, at least, was a dance she was familiar with, and she took her place in the line.

Moments later, she found herself in her brother in laws arms, as he whirrled her around the floor, her head spinning from both the dance and the alcohol she had consumed. She laughed, giggling lightheartedly, enjoying herself greatly.

"Oh, you are so very good to me! I am so enjoying myself! Thank you, I really do appreciate it!!"

"Oh, you are so very good to me! I am so enjoying myself! Thank you, I really do appreciate it!!"

“ Your quite welcome my dear.”

His lips brushed her cheek so fleetingly that it could have been her imagination. What a sweet little morsel she was one Staunton had very intention of enjoying before the night was through. Through a sensual dizzying procession of dances and the seductive golden bubbly of flute after flute of Champagne. The seduction of Caroline Smyth-Dorian began. He held her body closer to his, his hand firmer in the small of her back, his body almost caressing hers as they danced. The Champagne continued to flow even after the dance had finished, and they were in the carriage headed back number 69 Mayfair Place.

When they arrived it was not Caroline’s own maid that came to assist her but Kali. The dark Indian beauty helped the stunning little beauty from her gown and then eased her on to her bed were she lay in a transparent gossamer gown as if she were a virginal offering. Kali dimmed the gas lamps till the room floated in a semi darkness only her sweet supple young body shimmering in a pool of soft golden light. Kali smiled and bowed lowly as her master entered the room dressed only in a burgundy robe.

He smiled at Kali showing his pleasure at how she had prepared tonight’s tasty little morsel. His lips fleetingly brushed the stunning little beauty’s lips with a most sensually seductive kiss. Then again his lips brushed Caroline’s only this time the tempting kissed lingered as he let it slowly deepen tempting his young sister-in-law to surrender to it even at it called to her so recently awakened carnal desire.

Caroline had imbued a little too much champagne. She was giggly as she got into the carriage, and she remembered leaning on her brother in law, as she was rocked to sleep by the motion of the carriage as it rolled home.

She had been helped to bed, and she lay in bed, the covers kicked off, frustrated at the heat. Oh how she missed James!! His strong arms holding her, the way he kissed her!! Her eyes slid closed, and she could almost feel his lips on her, strong and firm.... but oh so much more demanding!!

It was only when the bed dipped that she realised that it was not in fact a dream, and she sat up, shocked to see David there, in his dressing gown, abed next to her.

"OOh! We mustn't!!"

But his hand was on her breast, and she arched into it. The hand that was on his chest began to pull him toward her, rather than push him from her, as she had intended, and when she felt his fingers tugging up her scandalously transparent gown, she lifted her hips, easing his access, her body wanting what he was offering her, even as her mind recoiled.

"OOh! We mustn't!!"

Caroline gasped her soft brown eyes smoldering with a dark desire that belied her feeble little protest. David Staunton paid no attention to the girl’s protests but cupped her breast through the thin transparent lace of her night gown, his thumb brushed across her taunt little raspberry nipple. He smiled to himself as Caroline despite her little gasped protest. Caroline arched into his sinful caress. The hand that was on his chest began to pull him toward her, rather than push him from her.

His eyes held hers captive even as his fingers began to gather the hapless young beauty’s scandalously transparent gown. Slowly the helm of that sheer gown crept up the column of her statuesque legs. Staunton smiled as his sweet little prim and proper sister-in-law lifted her hips, easing his access, her body wanting what he was offering her, even as her mind recoiled. His hands gripped the helm her scandalous gown the stillness of the night was rent by the harsh ripping of material and Caroline Smyth-Dorian Lay naked before him with his eyes devouring her youthful flawless perfection. His mouth crushed to hers in a searing kiss. A kiss that demanded that young Caroline surrender and give herself fully to it, that she give all she had to give. As that dark sinful kiss lingered and deepened it demanded that she give herself over to him to give all that she was and more.

The lingering fog of alcohol dulled her objections to what she was doing. For now,for right now, David's touch felt good, something she had only recently experienced, with James, and then, as she had gotten to like it, to enjoy the closeness, he shipped out, and it was gone.

But David's touch was different to James's. Where James was tentative, and unsure, gentle and polite, David was something else entirely. His touch was demanding, sure of himself........... and traitorously, her body preferred his touch.

Her flimsy nightgown was now around her throat, and her body bared to his gaze. Not even James had seen her naked. They had coupled in darkness, under the bedding, with her nightgown lifted as little as possible. A part of her wanted to object.... another part was afraid to do so, lest she appear unsophisticated. Nor did she think for a second that David would allow her to cover herself if he wanted her bared.

For now his touch was just what she needed. She parted her thighs a little, shamelessly encouraging him, and moaning as his fingers found her, wet and excited. His mouth on her nipple made her gasp, and she arched into his touch.

"Oh David.......... that feels so good! Please.... I...I need you!"

Little by little’ step by step David Staunton seduced his innocent little sister-in-law traitorously young body. He played upon its natural youthful desires, drawing a shuttering plea from Caroline’s sweet moist lips.

"Oh David.......... that feels so good! Please.... I...I need you!"

He smiled to himself as this prim and oh so proper young Miss Shamelessly arched her body pressing her throbbing nipple to his mouth. His teeth raked across the moist tip of that throbbing bud. He gripped it between his teeth, ND as he gently tugged on Caroline’s taunt nipple Staunton inhaled deeply drawing a cool steady stream of air across the feverous bud. He enjoyed the effect the simple act had on Caroline’s innocent young body. Her rolled her taunt raspberry nipple across the ridged roof of his mouth and then turned his attention to the girl’s sweet neglected nipple where the torrid seduction commenced once more.

When the young beauty was almost beside her self with dark sinful desire He began to kiss his way down across the sensual plane of Caroline’s quivering belly. Kisses as light as the caress of a butterfly’s wing, sensual little tonguing as he reamed out her little dimpled naval with the tip of his tongue. Seductive little nips as he teased the soft little hallow were the girl’s hip and thigh met. His hot moist breath washed over Caroline’s downy fleece. The fine wisps of hair dancing in each breath he took.. Staunton raised his eyes to Caroline’s smoldering eyes as he let the girl’s throbbing clit slip from beneath the pad of his finger . His head dipped , his eyes holding hers as the tip of his tongue snaked out to take his first taste of her.


“Ummmm your sweeter than summer wine my dear.”

Staunton’s head lowered again as he began to lash Caroline’s sweet little pussy with mouth , lips, tongue, and teeth.

"Oh God!!"

Caroline arched under the sensuous assault, and squeeled with both shock and pleasure at what her brother in law was doing to her. Belatedly, she put her fist to her mouth, stifling her scream.

It was sinful, it was shocking, and beyond anything she could have imagined, and yet her fingers found his hair, and entwined in it, holding him tightly in place as she began to gyrate against his mouth.

"feels so good!! Oh my!! I never knew anything could be so good...... James... he never..... OOOooooh"

She moved, hooking her thighs over his shoulders, giving in completely to the sinful pleasure. Unbeknownst to herself, one hand released his head and went to her breast where she began to play with her own nipple, something she had never done before, but oh.... it felt good!!! Blushing at her own shameless behavior, she reveled in his touch, moaning and whimpering as her arousal built and she came hard, grinding her womanhood against his mouth, while she babbled on about how amazing he was, and how wonderful he made her feel.

"Oh David!! I need you inside me, desperately!! Please..... wont you please.... take me.... impale me with your.... OOOooh please!!!"

"Oh God!!………feels so good!! Oh my!! I never knew anything could be so good...... James... he never..... OOOooooh. “

He reveled in each little surrender as he slowly stripped away Caroline’s innocent veneer of propriety to bare the wanton little hussy that lay just beneath the surface. Her stifled little cry of ecstasy. The way her own dainty fingers strayed to her breast to tweak, pinch and pull at her aching nipples pleased him as he feasted on her sweet dewy nectar even as she shamelessly pressed her needy young body to his ravishing mouth.

"Oh David!! I need you inside me, desperately!! Please..... wont you please.... take me.... impale me with your.... OOOooh please!!!"

He had no intentions of leaving this sweet young beauty a place to hide, to delude herself that she had been raped , taken against her will. No this adorable little wildcat would have to beg, humiliate herself and implore him to take her. Staunton did not answer Caroline’s desperate plea but continued to lash her innocence with his mouth tongue and teeth. He drove her time an again titter on the edge of that dark abyss that promised Caroline such divine sinful pleasure. He would hold her there were she could almost grasp what her treacherous young body craved then he would let that dark pleasure slip from grasp only to begin her dark sinful seduction once more. Only when Caroline was at the point of tears did he raise his head so his dark hazel eyes met hers again.

“ What is it you desire Caroline, what do you hunger for?”

" What is it you desire Caroline, what do you hunger for?”

Caroline's moans and whimpers were almost incoherent as she reveled in the pleasure David wrought from her. His every touch, his every motion fed her desires until her body was trembling and quivering with need.

Still, needing it, and saying it aloud were two different things and she fought it for as long as she could, then finally, need over came all else.

"I need you to take me, as a man takes a woman. I need you to ease the ache you have created deep within me.... I ... I need you..... With desperation!!! I need you NOW!!!"

"I need you to take me, as a man takes a woman. I need you to ease the ache you have created deep within me.... I ... I need you..... With desperation!!! I need you NOW!!!"

He had stripped away the first layer of sweet young Caroline’s innocent. How adorable she looked her hair in wild disarray, her body bathed in the golden light of the oil lamp, as the young beauty arched her hips to him shamelessly seeking the pleasure his mouth gave to her treacherous young body. Slowly Staunton kissed his way back up her body. Teasing her aroused body lingering her and there in those little secret spots that brought Caroline Smyth-Dorian such dark sinful pleasure. His mouth crushed to hers in a searing kiss. Her dewy sweetness still on his lips, as the young beauty tasted herself in that kiss for the first time in her young life.

He rolled his hips to hers and slid into her chaste young body. He claimed her as her insipid husband never could. He made love to her, he took her, he gave her such pleasure she could never have imagined before this night and he demanded that she in return give him everything that she could and more. He demanded not only her body but Caroline’s young innocent soul as well.

The fire that had been built within her body burned hotter consuming her, as he entered her slick channel, making her throw back her head and moan. She clung to him, wrapping her legs around him, reveling in the feelings he wrought in her.

The fact that this was her sister's husband, rather than her own husband was totally lost on her for the moment, consumed as she was by desire. Her mind was still foggy with alcohol, but oh, he felt so good!!

She moaned and whimpered, begged for more, and enjoyed each and every second of it, digging her fingers into his shoulders at the moment of her crisis, breaking the skin, and, in a rather futile attempt at quieting herself, she fastened her mouth to his neck, and sucked hard, unaware, in that instant, that she was marking him.

Sweet, innocent Caroline so prim and proper abandoned all propriety as she gave herself fully to her brother-in-law. He had awoken a burning need within the young beauty a need that flared into a raging inferno that left the young beauty caring not that this was her sister's husband, rather than her own husband was totally lost on her for the moment, consumed as she was by desire. Her mind was still foggy with alcohol, but oh, he felt so good!! Caroline threw back her head as she cried out her dark desire, her body arching to Staunton’s her legs wrapping around him like a common harlot drawing him deeper into her tight needy body. Shamelessly the young girl enjoyed every moment of her ravishment, digging her fingers into his shoulders at the moment of her crisis, breaking the skin, and, in a rather futile attempt at quieting herself, she fastened her mouth to his neck, and sucked hard, unaware, in that instant, that she was marking him.

His own lust gushed forth to fill the young girl’s fertile young womb. Yet with his own passions sated for the moment he did not roll from her as James had but continued to pound into her untill the young innocent was engulfed in a series of cascading orgasms that left her spent and exhausted beneath her conquer. The hapless beauty fell asleep in Staunton’s arms.

The sun was creeping across the window sill, its warmth a pale shadow of the heated passion that had warmed young Caroline only a few hours before. She could hear the steady beat of her lover’s heart as her head rested upon his chest she could feel his desire as it pressed once more to her belly. Yet when her soft passion smoldering eyes fluttered open it was not her husband sub lieutenant James Smyth-Dorian of her Majesty’s 51st Regiment of foot she beheld but rather Colonel Sir David Staunton of the Royal Household Cavalry OBE her sister Isabel’s husband.

‘Good morning Caroline you are a rather energetic lover my dear and I am sure you will prove to be a rather pleasing little diversion to warm my bed over the coming months…….Or would you rather that Isabel learns of your behavior last night……or perhaps James would find it of interest?”

He smiled down into her wide innocent eyes.

She awoke to the steady thumping of James' heart, and, with a little smile playing at her lips, she opened her eyes. The hairy chest tickled her nose, and she sat up shocked. James never spent the entire night with her, and he always wore his nightshirt, and .... OH! Her hand flew to her mouth, in shock as she realised that the man in her bed was not her husband, but rather her sister's husband!!

She realised that the thumping was coming from inside her skull, and she squeezed her eyes shut, cursing herself for moving so suddenly.

‘Good morning Caroline you are a rather energetic lover my dear ..."

Mortification hit her hard, and her face heated, and tears filled her eyes, as she reeled in shock at what she had done. Any hope that there was a different and reasonable explanation for his being abed with her was crushed when she saw her nightgown discared on the floor, and the wetness between her thighs told her that they had coupled the night before.... at least once.

"....and I am sure you will prove to be a rather pleasing little diversion to warm my bed over the coming months……"

No! He couldn't mean it!! This was a terrible, terrible mistake. They must forget it ever happened!! Tears brimmed and spilled over, streaking down her cheeks.

".....Or would you rather that Isabel learns of your behavior last night……or perhaps James would find it of interest?”

She shook her head miserably.

"No, no no!! Please don't tell James... he would disown me, cast me out! I would be disgraced!!! And don't tell Isabel... please!!"

Her sister would not only cast her out, but relish telling all the family what a harlot she was, thus ensuring that no one else would take her in. Nothing much would happen to Staunton.... he was the man of the house, rich and powerful, and it was expected that he would dally here and there. She, on the other hand, would be cast out, disgraced.

"I.... I don't fully remember what happened last night.... I... I'm not much of a drinker..... I... I ... suppose I must have encouraged you... and I apologise, and I'm sure you no longer wish someone of such low moral fibre under your roof..... and I promise I will make arrangements at once. But I beg you, please don't tell anyone about this! Please!! I assure you it is most out of character for me!"

"No, no, no!! Please don't tell James... he would disown me, cast me out! I would be disgraced!!! And don't tell Isabel... please!!

Caroline shook her head in denial, her voice a soft earnest plea for mercy. The words came in a unbidden flood as she desperately pleaded for some way out of the position she now found herself in.

"I.... I don't fully remember what happened last night.... I... I'm not much of a drinker..... I... I ... suppose I must have encouraged you... and I apologize, and I'm sure you no longer wish someone of such low moral fiber under your roof..... and I promise I will make arrangements at once. But I beg you, please don't tell anyone about this! Please!! I assure you it is most out of character for me!"

Her eyes implored Sir David Staunton to let her just leave, to hide her shame from the family.

“There is no need for James to ever know Caroline……..”

He smiled almost reassuringly a smile that might give the modified young beauty a breathe of hope.

“………as for Isabel being so ill and unable to more than languish in her bed I feel your sudden departure might well do her harm Caroline…….so you shall be staying here at Mayfair Place………. Besides my dear I have decided to take you as a lover and your low moral fiber seems to be a perfect recommendation.”

He smiled down into her started eyes as he through back the covers exposing her naked body to his view.


“Beside you’re a rather striking beauty Caroline and it would be a sin not to enjoy that gorgeous body of yours my dear!!!!”

There was a frightening dark look in Staunton’s eyes as he denied her the modesty of the bed covers.

“There is no need for James to ever know Caroline……..”

Oh! Thank the Lord for small mercies!! She would spend the day on bended knee thankful to God for sparing her!! Tears spilled down her cheeks, as she thought how she had shamed her family, her sister, her husband... her poor James! Oh, he would be disgraced if he knew, and he would hate her for it!! Never again would she imbue strong spirits!! Or Champagne. Clearly she was a woman with low moral fibre, and she needed to be on her guard agianst her own baser instincts. She was clutching the sheet to her breasts with one hand, covering her womanhood with the other, finding the sheet suddenly thin, feeling exposed beneath its slight covering. She felt so vulnerable, and not just nude, but truly naked. Still, she was grateful for his mercy. She managed a watery smile at him, determined to show her gratitude.


“………as for Isabel being so ill and unable to more than languish in her bed I feel your sudden departure might well do her harm Caroline…….so you shall be staying here at Mayfair Place………. Besides my dear I have decided to take you as a lover and your low moral fiber seems to be a perfect recommendation.”

It took a moment before his words registered. He intended to continue!!!!! He intended her to be his lover!!! Her hand flew to her mouth, but then he yanked the sheet from her, exposing her, and she rapidly moved her hands to shield her womanly charms, mortified at being exposed so.


“Beside you’re a rather striking beauty Caroline and it would be a sin not to enjoy that gorgeous body of yours my dear!!!!”

So this was to be it! Be her brother in law's whore, or have her husband, sister, family and society at large find out that she was a whore, that she had seduced her own brother in law, the man who had been so good as to open his home to her!! And this was how she repaid him!! There wasn't a convent in the country that would offer her shelter! She knew if she denied him, she would be cast out, and disgraced, she would have no way to support herself but to sell her body. No one would hire a companion, or a governess steeped in scandal, and there was nothing else she could do. She would end up in one of the houses of ill repute she had heard whispered about.


"David.... Please..... there must be some other way.... please!! I.... I beg you!!"

How enchanting that look of hope that shown in sweet little Caroline’s eyes. How he loved playing with his little victims emotion. The look of shock and despair , the unbidden tears that stained the girl’s flawless cheeks as he dashed her hopes with a few softly spoken words.


“Beside you’re a rather striking beauty Caroline and it would be a sin not to enjoy that gorgeous body of yours my dear!!!!”


Caroline had been brought up like her sister Isabel to be the model of Victorian womanhood, a chaste, prim, and proper little bobble to adorn her husband’s arm. Her genteel life had not prepared her to face the reality of this dreadful and most sinful moment.

"David.... Please..... there must be some other way.... please!! I.... I beg you!!"

A most wicked smile bowed Staunton’s lips as he watched the naked young beauty lay there begging so sweetly for mercy. She really looked quite pretty and so alluring in her desperation.

“There may be a way Caroline………”

His voice trailed off as if he were pondering a very serious decision.

“………………That is if you take me into your mouth………suckle my manhood till it spews its seed into your sweet suckling mouth…….”

He saw the shock in the girl’s eyes at such a sinful suggestion


“…… you shall drink every drop Caroline! If you fail then you shall be my little whore till I tire of you!”

It was clear by the set of his jaw, the tone of his voice and his dark unblinking gaze that this was the only chance that he would giver her. It was also clear if she refused or if she failed then her choice was to be his whore or whore in some brothel in the dregs of the city.

It was the devil's own bargain. Horrified, shocked and repulsed, Caroline wanted to scream her denial, her refusal to even contemplate something so utterly wicked. But, it was a chance. Perhaps by doing this one thing, by engaging in this sinful act, she might win. She knew Staunton to be a man who spent time at the gaming tables, and she had never heard a whisper that he didn't honor his wagers, so she knew if she did this, she would be almost able to turn back time, and it would be as if last night never happened.

"If I can do that, you agree that last night is expunged from our memories for ever, and you will never refer to it again??"

At his nod, she agreed. Surely she could do this repulsive thing?!

She leaned over, gingerly taking his cock into her mouth, shocked at the heat it emitted. She began to suckle it, blushing deeply, wondering how she was going to make him emit his seed like this!