"Hellfire"...Closed thread

[cgraven]

Still dazed from her run, or so she thought it, she looked up to him from pleading eyes, eyes that begged him to relinquish his course of action (though she knew that was unlikely) as she answered softly,

‘A b-bed please, Sir."

Paul Delery was no stranger to a woman or her body nor the needs that arose with passion. He saw the fear in Alex’s eyes the soft wordless pleading for him to relent form the course of action that would lead to her rape and lend truth to what all believed that she was a ruined woman.

“A bed chamber it shall be my dear Alex. Again he boldly claimed her full ripe lips his tongue gilded over them , the even white ridge of her teeth, and then slipped in to her chaste mouth Delery savored the summer wine sweetness of his trapped little virgin the fell of her silken skin against his bare chest, When he broke their kiss he left her confused and breathless. Paul Delery, known only to her as the red savage swept her into his arms and slowly walked out of the room of her humiliation.

He carried his virgin prize to the second floor of Blakely House to the Master’s bedchamber. And laid her on the silken sheets of the four-poster. That bed the alter on which her well guarded chaste virginity would be sacrificed. Delery was in no rush he did not see Alex as a ripe plum to be plucked and then casually discarded. He was attracted to her firry spirit, the strength that he saw as the center of who and what she was. Paul Delery saw Alex as a fitting mate and wanted her for more than just this one night. The idle collection of “Fops” saw her as nothing more than a challenge or unapproachable and as such they where pawns easily manipulated. Taking their petty revenge on the stunning young beauty.

Paul laid her on the bed and slowly stretched out beside her body young supple and fertile, in the first blush of young womanhood.
His lips brushed hers in a seductively sensual kiss and his fingers traced idle patterns on her lily-white inner thighs. Light teasing kisses traced the line of her jaw, floated down the sensual curve of her neck; his tongue seductively teased the hollow of the girl’s neck where her life force beat in a staccato echo of the hammering of her heart, and then a playful nip.

He could feel the passion rising in her, the little gasp, was it fear or arousal?

His lips trailed hot moist kisses that traced the curve of her firm young breasts, and then a seductive lick up the sweetly scented valley between them.

 

[caela]

“A bed chamber it shall be my dear Alex."

For a brief moment a sense of relief flooded her but again his lips captured her, passionate and demanding in ways that she only understood intellectually. Her mind understood what he wanted on some level but her body didn't know how to give it to him and her mind didn't want to. She stood still against him, her lips pliant and unmoving under his except to part when his tongue demanded entry to her mouth. Her heart hammered in her chest like a scared rabbit and her breath was little more than short gasps.

When he swept her into his arms, her own arms wound around his neck and for a moment she was tempted to hide her face from her tormentors but she decided against it and she stared deep into each one's eyes as she was carried from the room. More than one looked away, unable to meet the eyes of the girl being carried away like a sacrifice. With her reputation ruined or not all here knew that she was no easy woman despite the gossip surrounding her and many suspected her virgin state. Calming now from their earlier mob mentality more than a few were feeling the twinging of their conscience at sending a girl off to what she herself had named rape.

When they reached the bedchamber she felt her skin coloring in a deep blush. If the kisses downstairs hadn't been clue enough of how inexperienced she was she was now about to face a fresh humiliation. What would this man expect of her? No doubt he knew she'd haunted Hellfire for over a year now and perhaps he would expect her to please him? If so he was in for a disappointment and that pricked Alex pride for she liked to do whatever she did well.

Still he didn't seem urgent and he actually seemed gentle now away from the sight of the other men. His touch was almost tender and she had to admit his kisses sent the oddest feelings through her. Her skin felt shivery and there was an odd warming sensation low in her belly. Her limbs seemed languid as if they didn't quite want to move away just yet and when his tongue flicked across her pulse she gasped softly.

What was he doing to her?

When she felt his tongue slide upward between her breasts she whimpered softly and her eyes snapped down to his despite the blush coloring her cheeks. At last she had to speak, "I...I...oh lord I have no idea what you expect of me or are doing to me damnit!" she growled softly annoyed at her own lack of knowledge.

 

[cgraven]

When she felt his tongue slide upward between her breasts she whimpered softly and her eyes snapped down to his despite the blush coloring her cheeks. At last she had to speak,

"I...I...oh lord I have no idea what you expect of me or are doing to me damn it!"

She growled softly annoyed at her own lack of knowledge. Alex’s voice was a soft husky whisper tinged with the first stirrings of her natural young passions as Delery slowly awakened and enkindled her healthy young body.

Alexandra Smythe was hardly the first young virgin Delery had bedded nor was his experience in the joys of Cupid Garden solely limited to innocent young virgins. He had known many a courtier, and courtesan in his time and was a master at arousing a woman’s natural passions. His eyes dark hazel eyes met her soft violet eyes they where growing darker but this time not wholly in anger. He placed a single finger on her lips to still her questions.

His head lifted hovered over the ravishing young flaxen haired beauty’s right breast, the tip of his tongue hard, unyielding slowly circled Alex’s dusky rose areola till it was a puffy excited mound from which rose her pert raspberry nipple his tongue then flicked across the tip of that succulent bud. Slowly he inhaled that ripe raspberry nipple into his mouth rolled it on his tongue and then drew a slowly steady stream of air across it as he sensually inhaled. His teeth rasped across the tip of that peeked bud.

 

[caela]

She met his eyes steadily despite her embarassment at her situation and the fact that she'd had to ask just what he was doing to her body. That finger on her lips to silence her was a nuisance and she nearly bit it, all that stopped her was the image of all the men downstairs that flashed through her mind mere seconds before her lips would have parted.

Instead she lay still watching him. He seemed to know what he was doing even if she didn't understand it and she would admit (at least to herself) that what he was doing was starting to feel very good. How could it feel good? She didn't want him, this was rape....except that it DID feel good. His tongue swirling around her areola seemed to stir her very blood and when he at last drew the tight bud of her nipple into his mouth she gasped sharply and arched nearly off the bed.

Falling back she stared at him from violet eyes that had grown darker to nearly the color of a ripe plum with the strange sensation running through her. Was this desire? she wondered as she squirmed on the bed now, her fingers clutching at the sheets under her as a low groan of frustration and confusion filled her throat.

 

[cgraven]

His tongue swirling around her areola seemed to stir her very blood and when he at last drew the tight bud of her nipple into his mouth she gasped sharply and arched nearly off the bed.

Paul Delery had seen the annoyance in the young beauty’s eyes when he had laid his finger upon her lips to silence her. She was so naïve, so innocent when it came to the ways of love, and he knew in that instant that Alexandra Smythe was indeed a chaste virgin. Even as he savored her succulent raspberry nipple, rolling on his tongue, he could not help but smile for Alex had been so inquisitive desiring to know What he expected of her and what he was doing to her, yet Paul knew that it was not time to discuss or debate the matter but rather to show this little vixen and that is just what he was doing.

Falling back, she stared at him from violet eyes that had grown darker to nearly the color of a ripe plum. She squirmed on the bed now, her fingers clutching at the sheets under her as a low groan of frustration and confusion filled her throat.

Delery recognized that low grown, he slowly lifted his head his lips gripping Alex’s nipple gently pulling on it till it popped from his mouth His dark hazel eyes met the deep violet eyes and he knew that the spark of passion he had enkindled in this vibrant proud young beauty would soon burst into flame. His head silently dipped to tease and please her neglected nipple his mouth claiming the untouched bud.

The fingers of Delery’s left hand had continued to trace idle random little patterns on Alex’s silken inner thigh all the while he suckled her nipples, his fingers worked slowly higher until they just brushed her now dewy virginal folds. His mouth was on the move again, his kisses worshiping, teasing and tempting Alex’s young body as they flowed down across the girl’s quivering belly his tongue sensually explored her naval and then pursed his lips and gently blew a cool stream of air over its now moist depths.

Delery’s mot moist breath now stirred the tawny golden fleece of the young Virgin’s mound. Instinctively her body stiffened Paul lifted his head only for a moment his eyes meeting the dark plum violet eyes of his flaxen haired goddess.

“Relax Me Lady”

His head dipped and his tongue reverently arched out to catch the first dew taste of this young virgin as if it where sacramental wine. The first intimate lick barely danced over Alex’s virginal folds, the next cleaved deeper and ended with Delery’s tongue flicking at the hooded guardian of the ravishing young beauty’s Secret Garden Delery’s thumbs spread and laid bare the young virgins outer folds and his tongue fluttered over her clitoris and then as he had done with her nipples Delery inhaled that sweet hooded guardian into his mouth.

 

[caela]

Alex was lost and she knew it. Whoever this man was he knew how to play her body like the finest piano and she couldn't not respond to it. She felt as if every inch of her flesh was quivering in a strange anticipation and pressure seemed to be building low in her belly. A pressure that no amount of squirming seemed to aleveate.

She felt him take her other nipple between his lips and again she nearly came up off the bed. The feeling was exquisite and sent a rush of sensation that seemed to spear straight through her body. When she fell back once more she was gasping for breath. She couldn't have spoken now if she wanted to.

She whimpered when his tongue dipped into her navel, it should have tickled but it didn't, it felt as if he were trying to reach inside her body. The breath of cool air across her moist skin made her shiver and drew a soft whimper from her lips.

Could a person truly feel this much pleasure and not die of it?

Then he started to move lower. Her eyes snapped open as she realized where he was trailing his kisses now and her body tightened. No one had ever touched her there and while she certainly understood that he meant to claim her virginity she hadn't expected THIS. She whimpered, it was all she could manage, when he told her to relax.

The first trailing of his tongue against those tender folds felt almost like a butterflies kiss and it was just as sweet. Her eyes fell closed again and she found that her hips pressed instinctively toward him as he parted those folds fully. Suddenly a low cry filled the air when his lips wrapped around something that gave such exquisite pleasure she thought she couldnt' contain it. Her hips arched up sharply off the bed and for a moment everything tightened and she felt that knot of pressure in her belly explode outward into pinpoints of pure pleasure throughout her entire body. She fell back to the bed and quivered in the throes of her first orgasm, her fingers clutching randomly at the sheets under her.

"Wh-what the hell was that?" she managed to gasp before collapsing completely.

 

[cgraven]

When Delery’s tongue flutters across Alex’s clit the fires that he had enkindled in her supple virginal body exploded in to a raging inferno. No longer was the young virgin whimpering gasping in pleasure, she screamed her ecstasy into the night her body wantonly arching to welcome her rapist.

Her hips arched up sharply off the bed. her body and soul engulfed and consumed in her forbidden pleasure. she fell back to the bed and quivered in the throes of her first orgasm, her fingers clutching randomly at the sheets under her.

"Wh-what the hell was that?"

She managed to gasp before collapsing completely.

Delery’s face glistened with Alex’s dewy honey nectar his eyes bet hers now pools of the purest violet firry.

“My dear Alex that was pure carnal pleasure, and my dear we are just beginning!”

Delery’s head dipped again to the chalice of Alex’s sweet nectar and this time his mouth tongue and teeth greedily lashed her virginal innocence claming her caste sex.

Time lost all meaning. How many times he brought the flaxen haired beauty to that preriscpess of forbidden joy, before plunging her into the abyss of decadent pleasure, he did not know Yet when he slipped the breechclout from his lions his Alex was ripe for the plucking.

Delery guided the velvet tip of his cock to her dewy virginal folds. His hips pressed forward until he was just lodged inside her sweet tight pussy and he stilled. His fingers interlaced with hers he stretched her arms above her golden head her body arched her proud young breast and taunt nipples brushed his chest his found and claimed hers, in a searing kiss and slowly patiently the red savage claimed the prize Alex had guarded with such firry determination.

 

[caela]

“My dear Alex that was pure carnal pleasure, and my dear we are just beginning!”

Just beginning...those words whirled through her head and drew a low groan from her throat. How much of that did he think she could take?! Quite a bit apparently for his head dipped back down to claim that most imtimate part of her body once more. She gasped softly as his tongue slid along those tender folds but this time he didn't raise his head but seemed to feast on her flesh as if she were some rare delicacy.

How long she she writhed and clutched at the sheets she didn't know, each time she filled the air with her cries he seemed to just push her further, harder, to become more demanding. She half wondered if he wasn't trying to kill her with pleasure?

When he finally rose up over her body once more she realized his loin cloth was gone and her eyes flared wide at the sight before her. He was large and well formed and she couldn't help but whimper at the thought that that...that thing would breech her maidenhead. Still she didn't fight when he drew her arms up and laced her fingers with his. For the first time she returned his kiss though her lips were soft and tentative against his and when at last he breeched the barrier that had been the proof of her innocence her cry was lost against his lips.

The sudden flare of pain from the tearing of her maidenhead didn't last long but it went deep into her body and left her quivering under him in surprise at the force of it. A force she'd suspect later was more mental than physical.

 

[cgraven]

When he finally rose up over her body once more she realized his loin cloth was gone and her eyes flared wide at the sight before her. He was large and well formed and she couldn't help but whimper. For the first time she returned his kiss though her lips were soft and tentative against his and when at last he breeched the barrier that had been the proof of her innocence her cry was lost against his lips.

It seemed that the pleasure that coursed through Alex’s youthful body had for the moment at least taken the fight from her she had not resisted in the slightest when his fingers interlaced with his, and she had opened the sweetness of her chaste young mouth to Delery. Alex stiffened at the moment when she was no longer a maiden, her virginity now just a fading memory. Paul Delery stilled, as Alex’s cry of loss was swallowed in their kiss, a kiss that now deepened as he let the flaxen haired beauty adjust to him deep with in her chaste body. He seductively invited her tongue to dance with him, to taste his mouth, his hips slowly sensually began to roll, in the dance of mating as old as time itself. With each roll of his hips Delery opened up Alex’s virgin channel, he was the first, he had gone where no man had gone before and claimed the innocent young beauty’s most precious and jealously guarded treasure. He now let Alex’s body set the tempo, he knew that it blazed with the passions and desires that he had already enkindled in her. Now no longer a flickering flame but a blazing inferno.

Slowly he began to thrust deeper and deeper into the naïve innocent until his heavily laden sac was slapping against her rounded derrière. He was the piper, he piped a merry jig, Alex danced to the tune he piped till the girl’s body tensed again, and she this time screamed in pleasure as her decadent, forbidden, ecstasy engulfed her completely.

Delery’s own passion his own desires and lust broke suddenly filling the girl with his scalding white hot seed filling her virgin womb.

Alex’s mind may have stilled cried RAPE for all Delery knew but her body was humming with pleasure. Delery was not stranger to the Joys of Cupid’s Grove, nor was he a bumbling husband who only took his bride for his own pleasure. He made love to Alex that night. The kind of Love a young Maid dreamed about on a summers eve, but seldom ever found in the bedchamber of her husband or lover. How many times her slende supple young body bucked tharshed and quiverwed in the throws of her rippling orgasms she would never know. But when she was spent, exhausted Delery let her curl her body to his, rest her cheek on his chest as she surrendered to the gentle but demanding embrace of Orpheus’s arms and finally feel into a contented , if it be and exhausted sleep.

 

[caela]

Rape was the word farthest from Alex' mind. She knew she could never honestly call what he'd done to her rape. Intellectually she probably could have justified it but she knew when she simply parted her lips under his and clung to his hands that it was a word she wouldn't lay at his feet. Not for this night's work anyway.

How many times her body seemed to explode with pleasure she didn't know. What she knew was that before he was done her throat was hoarse from her cries and her body spent and exhausted. When at last he let her relax she unconciously curled toward him, her cheek resting on his chest, as she drifted off to sleep.

It was the light of morning that woke her as it drifted across her skin and as she tried to roll to rise for the day she felt his arm around her waist and the whole night flooded back through her. She didn't think she had woken him and so she lay still, reliving the entire night, including her humiliation before all the men of Hellfire and how they'd chased her like a pack of savage dogs, and silent tears began to slide down her cheeks.

She'd no longer be able to hold her head up when her father forced her to some ball or party. Whether the pleasure she'd experienced had been the most intense she had ever felt or not, she was now the soiled woman the gossips had been naming her for over a year.

 

[cgraven]

Paul Delery felt his young ravishing lover stir, he heard the gentle sigh, and felt her cuddle a little closer. Then he felt Alex supple young body shutter, go stiff then as if in defeat she went limp and he could feel her silent sobbing and her tears moisten his chest.

Delery hand stroked her hair, in the tender and most loving of gestures and he drew her closer to him.

What troubles you Alex?

He knew enough of this firry young beauty that her tears where not tears of regret but another cause was to blame. He did not press her but waited for the fair hair young beauty to speak.

 

[caela]

Delery hand stroked her hair, in the tender and most loving of gestures and he drew her closer to him.

"What troubles you Alex?"

Alex stiffened at the first stroke of his hand over her hair. Oh god he was awake! And worse he knew she was crying! Jerking away she rolled to the opposite side of the bed and was about to rise when she realized her clothing was still downstairs somewhere. She couldn't bring herself to look back at the man who had taken her virginity and instead she went limp there at the edge of the bed and stared sightlessly out the window for long minutes.

When she spoke at last her voice was quiet, as if she spoke to herself and not him, "I am the harlot the gossips named me. My how they'd twitter to know it. Alexandra Smythe's virginity gone, later then they reckoned but gone all the same, and taken by a man whose name she doesn't even know."

 

[cgraven]

Alex stiffened at the first stroke of his hand over her hair. Oh god he was awake! And worse he knew she was crying! Jerking away she rolled to the opposite side of the bed ……….she went limp there at the edge of the bed and stared sightlessly out the window for long minutes.

Delery had seen this scene played out many times, the morning after, the blissful memory of forbidden ecstasy the sobbing at being a “Ruined Woman..”

No that was not it this young beauty was to strong she had suffered those very accusations for years, had held her head high, and demanded the wagging tongues to do their worst. No it was something more basic something that else.

When she spoke at last her voice was quiet, as if she spoke to herself and not him,

"I am the harlot the gossips named me. My how they'd twitter to know it. Alexandra Smythe's virginity gone, later then they reckoned but gone all the same, and taken by a man whose name she doesn't even know."

“Alex that is only a half truth. ………The dowagers have twittered about you being a ruin woman for quite some time was it fact or fiction. The result was all the same and you my dear girl spit in their eye and dared them to do their worst.”

Delery was sitting by Alex his arms enfolded her and he felt her begin to struggle. But he would not let her go would not let her destroy herself.

“As for knowing my name you never asked Alex not even when we made love.”

Delery had not said bedded, or when I took you but rather had said when we made love.

“Alexandra Smythe I am Captain Paul Delery late of his Majesty’s 27th Regiment of foot Welsh Fusiliers, Via Count of the isle of Jersey.”

This red savage was a far cry from the lisping powdered and wigged Fop she had met at the regent’s Ball.

“Now Alex tell me what is really bothering you!”

Paul Delery’s voice was strong, deep and gentle but it carried a note that he qwanted to know the truth and that was that.!

 

[caela]

“Alex that is only a half truth. ………The dowagers have twittered about you being a ruin woman for quite some time was it fact or fiction. The result was all the same and you my dear girl spit in their eye and dared them to do their worst.”

She felt his arms wrap around her and she tried to struggle free, feeling suddenly trapped in a way she never had been before. Before her very innocence had given her the strength to stare the idiots that had named her a harlot down. They were right now! She'd been taken by a man she didn't even know and she'd enjoyed it! She'd reveled in it and hadn't even thought to ask him his name!

"Of course I dared them to do their worst. Before they were wrong. Even if only I and my family knew it, they were wrong but they aren't wrong now! I let myself be taken by a total stranger and in the end I enjoyed it, savored it as a man who trapped and tricked me into his bed used me as he saw fit."

Her voice was a low growl and the edge of her words accused him as much as they damned her. She didn't even come close to holding him blameless for this new shift in how she viewed herself.

"Let me go damnit!" she hissed still struggling against a hold she couldn't break.

“As for knowing my name you never asked Alex not even when we made love. Alexandra Smythe I am Captain Paul Delery late of his Majesty’s 27th Regiment of foot Welsh Fusiliers, Via Count of the isle of Jersey.”

The words "made love" stilled her as surely as his name did. Turning her head to stare up at him her mouth opened and then closed once more. THAT's why his voice had sounded so familiar at the party! The lisp had thrown her off as had the attitude of a common spoiled rich boy. Now though she could see the similarities and she was amazed that she hadn't before.

Her thoughts were cut off but the suden tone of command in his voice, “Now Alex tell me what is really bothering you!”

Violet eyes narrowed as she stared up at him, her voice taking on a hard, bitter edge, "You are my problem! I had my life planned. In two more years I come into my inheritance and could have gotten a little place of my own in town. So long as it was fully staffed no one would have thought anything of a spinster living on her own and only entertaining those few friends who had proven to be true friends. I'd have been able to live quietly, away from the parties and balls and this accursed Hellfire club!

In a single night you've stolen my freedom from me damn you! My father will insist I marry now and there'll be no excuse now that will be suffcient to stop it! NOW LET ME GO!"

Again she started struggling against him this time harder and with more effort. The full force of her fury at his ruining the plans she'd made for herself giving her strength. Her father would never let her go quietly into retirement now but would parade her to every ball and party he was invited to until some boring fop was willing to have her despite her reputation.

 

[cgraven]

You are my problem! I had my life planned. In two more years I come into my inheritance and could have gotten a little place of my own in town. So long as it was fully staffed no one would have thought anything of a spinster living on her own and only entertaining those few friends who had proven to be true friends. I'd have been able to live quietly, away from the parties and balls and this accursed Hellfire club!

In a single night you've stolen my freedom from me damn you! My father will insist I marry now and there'll be no excuse now that will be sufficient to stop it! NOW LET ME GO!"

Alex was magnificent, her firry spirit only make her more desirable to Delery. He had no intention of letting Miss Alexandra Smythe go now that he had sampled her sweet charms. Though Alex struggled she found that Paul Delery’s strength was more than a match for her own. And that as a result they where both laying again on that bed where her virginity was so willingly in the end given to this strange man. Paul was half lying on Alex, his hands where gripping her wrist and his eyes where gazing down into her smoldering violet eyes.

“And I had no intention of falling in LOVE with you Alexandra Smythe. You where to be a trice a simple amusement before I left for Jersey. As far as your inheritance, why has your father been so insistent that you attend the Hellfire Club or that you Marry. To protect your honor to belie that you are a ruin woman. That hardly makes sense. The club would only confirm your status in their minds, and the only man that would marry you, well he would be one easily controlled by your father Alex.”

Delery paused his eyes had held hers captive while he spoke, but now half laying on the flaxen haired beauty he was acutely aware that they where both still fully naked. Alex’s nipples where digging into his chest and his own arousal pressed against her thigh.

He had meant to tell Alex that her inheritance would never be hers, that it would go to her husband for her use, or if she where ruined then some charitable foundation for her care, but it would never had been really hers to do with as she wished. But instead his lips brushed hers and all that mattered was that she was in his bed and in his arms.

 

[caela]

“And I had no intention of falling in LOVE with you Alexandra Smythe. You where to be a trice a simple amusement before I left for Jersey. As far as your inheritance, why has your father been so insistent that you attend the Hellfire Club or that you Marry. To protect your honor to belie that you are a ruin woman. That hardly makes sense. The club would only confirm your status in their minds, and the only man that would marry you, well he would be one easily controlled by your father Alex.”

Alex stared up Paul in shock, her mind caught on the first part of what he'd said.Had he actually just said he loved her? He couldn't mean it of course, he didn't know her. He was simply infatuated with a young spitfire and it wouldn't last once she quit fighting him. He'd grow bored with her quickly enough and she'd be cast aside.

The comments about her father annoyed her however. "My father knew that sending me here could ruin my reputation further, but he also knew that no one here could ever say they'd seen me without revealing that they themselves had been here. No man would come near me at parties or balls and it hurt him to see his youngest child shunned. He knew that here I wouldn't be. Surprisingly my reputation improved after I'd been coming here for a time, I held myself so aloof that the men quickly started calling me cold and that was something that could be repeated in any salon...and was. They spoke of me as no gentleman would speak of a lady but when they spoke it was to wager that my reputation was still firmly intact.

After three months I was no longer being shunned and that was what my father had hoped to accomplish by sending me here. If I found a man I was a amenable to marrying and that could be controlled by my father as well that wouldn't have been all bad. I'd have had my freedom still."

She might have continued in her rant but before she could his head dipped over hers and his lips caught hers gently. Suddenly she was aware of the fact that they were both still naked and that she could feel his arrousal pressing into her thigh. Part of her ached to yeild to him, to give herself up to the pleasure she was well aware that he could give her but in the bright light of the morning her mind was more firmly in control.

Struggling under him she managed to pull away with a softly gasped, "No!"

Rolling away from him and off the bed she stood with her hands on her hips, her hair swirling around her in a riot of gold and violet eyes flashing.

"You claim you love me then prove it Paul Delery. Court me as a gentleman should court a lady instead of treating me as a fop treats his mistress."

 

[cgraven]

Alex stared up Paul in shock.

Her soft violet eyes where wide with innocent disbelief, how could this man Love her

“My father knew that sending me here could ruin my reputation further, but he also know that no one here could ever say they'd seen me without revealing that they themselves had been here.” Paul Delery listened with out comment for he knew better. What she said about the members of the Hellfire club not being able to reveal her presence with out also their own participation was true, yet nor could she revel them without condemning herself as well. He wonder what Alex would do if she ever learned that her Father was the governor of the Hellfire club and that it was in fact he that had been plotting for the last three months to have Alex deflowered. It was only by accident that Paul had laid the plan before him and had won the red ball.

She might have continued in her rant but before she could his head dipped over hers and his lips caught hers gently. Struggling under him she managed to pull away with a softly gasped,

"No!"

Delery knew that her mind screamed no and at this moment was fortified by her firry spirit, yet her body was already saying something quite different Paul knew he could press the point and seduce the young firry innocent very easily and yet he let Alex roll away from him and off the bed she stood with her hands on her hips, her hair swirling around her in a riot of gold and violet eyes flashing.

"You claim you love me then prove it Paul Delery. Court me as a gentleman should court a lady instead of treating me as a fop treats his mistress."

In A lighting flash his arm was around her waist he pulled her to him his lips crushed to hers her naked body lay against his own nude body. His kiss searing and bold and when he released the golden hired goddess he was ready for her slap.

“Alex I have not treated you as a Fop treats his mistress. If I would have left a pouch of Genies on the night stand and left before you woke unwilling to be seen with you in the light of day, or when I had savored your charms I would have sent you home in a closed carriage last night.”

Delery could not believe how truly naïve Alex was and that she had no idea of what her father’s plans for her had been and probably still where.

As Alex struggled in his powerful arms it left no doubt in her young mind that he could easily over power her if he so desired.

“If it is courting you want Miss Alexandra Smythe than it will be courting you get Be ready to receive Lord Paul Jean Augustus Delery Via Count of the isle of Jersey on the morrow I shall have my man deliver the required note to your father today.”

With that Delery released Alex from his arms it would be up to her now to return to them or fly like a frightened Dove.”

 

[caela]

Alex barely had time to gasp, when he pulled her back down to him, before his lips crushed hers in a demanding kiss. She couldn't keep from responding entirely and she silently damned her trecherous body that seemed to react seperatly from her mind where he was concerned. Still she couldn't keep from returning the kiss or sighing softly when at last he pulled away.

She didn't slap him. Not that she didn't think he could use a good slapping but she didn't think it would have much effect and she saw no reason to sting her own hand when he would probably just laugh at her efforts to push him away. For some reason he seemed set on a persuit of her and she didn't understand why.

She listened to him speak of leaving money before she woke or sending her away in an unmarked coach and shuddered internally. He could have done those things and her humiliation last night would have been complete with them but he hadn't. He'd slept with his body curled warmly around hers, his arms holding her close. The thought nearly put a smile on her face but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing it.

His agreement to her terms startled her enough that she simply stared for a moment thinking she couldn't possibly have heard him correctly, “If it is courting you want Miss Alexandra Smythe than it will be courting you get Be ready to receive Lord Paul Jean Augustus Delery Via Count of the isle of Jersey on the morrow I shall have my man deliver the required note to your father today.”

Looking up into his eyes it was clear that she was suspicious but she couldn't think of anything to say. She'd demanded courting and he'd agreed to just that. She wondered how long it would be before he tired of her company and found that part of her didn't want him to grow tired with her.

Leaning in she pressed a breif kiss to his lips before murmuring softly, "Thank you. Now please Paul, let me go. It is getting late in the morning and my parents will worry. I've never been out all night without it being planned beforehand before."

 

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Leaning in she pressed a brief kiss to his lips before murmuring softly,

"Thank you. Now please Paul, let me go. It is getting late in the morning and my parents will worry. I've never been out all night without it being planned beforehand before."

Yes this firry young beauty had surrendered her virtue to him last night in the throws of her passion, but this small soft almost chaste kiss was the first intimate act that she herself had imitated. Delery responded to her kiss deepening it, tantalizing the young innocent, letting it deepen, and he knew the way her nipples pebbled against his chest that he could press his advantage but he let Alex slowly break their kiss.

“Yes I am sure that your parents will be concerned.”

Paul’s lips lightly brushed hers as he spoke and his arms now only held the ravishing blonde loosely. Delery smiled to himself for their was not a stitch of clothing for Alex to wear for her gown was strewn across the floor of the ballroom of Blakely House where she had stripped for the members of the Hellfire club., her golden hair was in a riotous disarray.

“Me thinks Alex that a bath and perhaps a costume more than this would be a bit more appropriate for daytime wear.”

Paul Delery held up the fox tail which was the only article of clothing that Alex wore when he carried her to his bed the night before.

“Permit me to serve as your maid for I fear that as is the normal case Blakely House is closed as are most of the meeting places for the Hell fire Club.”

He fetched the compromised beauty’s discarded gown and he brushed out her golden tresses with his own brush and did her hair in a tight French braid. He made the whole experience a sensual affair.

Tommy was waiting with Alex’s coach when Paul escorted her to the front porticoes.

“Till Tomorrow Alex”

Delery held her delicate hand cupped in his dark hazel eyes holding her soft violet eyes and there was something in Delery’s eyes that seemed to say I love you.


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True to his word Delery’s man delivered the note requesting permission to court her and on the morrow he arrived bedecked in the high of the latest fashion be wigged and powered a false beauty mark, all the rage, at the right corner of his mouth. The grand Fop, the slight lisp so different that the red savage that had taken Alex and bent her to his will at Blakely House.

 

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“Till Tomorrow Alex”

Delery held her delicate hand cupped in his dark hazel eyes holding her soft violet eyes and there was something in Delery’s eyes that seemed to say I love you.

She saw the look before she was handed up into the carriage but she still couldn't fathom it. He might think he loved her but he didn't know her, how long would his love - which she believed no more than infatuation - last?

Pushing such thoughts aside she sighed when the coach finally reached home. One look at her mothers face and the worry clearly etched there filled her with guilt but the look on her father's face angered her. He looks smug and satisfied and not at all worried about his youngest child. It wasn't like her to get angry with her father, she adored him, but she couldn't help it. He was pleased that finally he was free to force her to marry!

Hugging her mother she gave her father a look that wiped the smugness from his expression before climbing the stairs to her room where she spent the rest of the day thinking about the night before.

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When Paul arrived the next day she had to fight back a groan but couldn't stop herself from rolling her eyes sharply. The lisp he affected gave her a headache and he looked so much the Fop that she was afraid to touch him. She also felt rather drab beside him. Her dress was a pretty shade of blue that made her eyes stand out sharply but it was a simple day dress and not nearly so extravagant as his own attire.

At last she was able to stear them away from the prescence of her family- though still under their watchful gazes- and out into the gardens. Once they were out of earshot she looked at him squarely, "Why the ruse? Why the fake lisp and the outlandish clothes? This is definatly not for my benefit...so why? I wanted you to court me as yourself, not as some well dressed fop with nothing more important in his head then the newest pair of shoes he bought."

 

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Paul Delery could see very quickly that the pampered be-wigged Fop, the Via Count of Jersey was reported to be was hardly to her liking. Yet on the other hand Lord Smythe seemed delighted with the empty headed man who was now courting his youngest daughter, a man of position, wealth, of middle age who would now be desperate for a wife and heir.

Lord Smythe had kept a careful eye on the couple for most of the morning, but had seemed to have decided that Vi Count Paul Delery present more of a threat to his stable groom that to his daughter Alexandra. Still Lord Smythe discreetly observed the couple from the broad trace of his town house as they walked in the garden. Delery resplendent in his silk brocade waistcoat form fitting fawn breeches, and the robin’s egg blue sir coat.

“Demandable empty headed Peacock……………………..He’s perfect” he muttered to himself.


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At last she was able to steer them away from the presence of her family- though still under their watchful gazes- and out into the gardens. Once they were out of earshot she looked at him squarely,

"Why the ruse? Why the fake lisp and the outlandish clothes? This is defiantly not for my benefit...so why? I wanted you to court me as yourself, not as some well dressed fop with nothing more important in his head then the newest pair of shoes he bought."

There was fire in Alex’s violet eyes, a touch of disappointment for this afeminine Fop was a far cry from the bold Red Savage That had so thoroughly mastered her at the Hellfire Club. It was as if they where two completely different men. Delery raised a stylish monocle to his eye in a fluid graceful movement, and appeared as if he was studying Alex, as he rocked back on his hip placing his best leg forward as if he where a strutting peacock. The look of utter contempt and discuss in her violet eyes was unmistakable, Paul could see her body tense and knew she was ready to turn on her heel and put and end to this farce.

“Don’t go Alex!”

Gone was the lisp, the overly sweet singsong voice of the Fop and in its place was the deep unmistakable commanding tone of the Red Savage of the Hellfire Club. To those observing the couple nothing had seemed to change. Yet Delery’s dark hazel eyes held Alex’s firry violet eyes captive.

“I would have preferred to carry you off and make you my bride rather than go through this public ritual Alex. but you wanted to be courted and so you shall be.”

He paused and leaned forward as if he where whispering a saucy tale to her his hot moist breathe washing over her neck stirring more than just the stray hairs just behind her ear.

“There are things afoot on in France that threaten England Alex, and where the Red Savage you know would be watched closely, and draw unwanted attention, yet the Fop now before you would go unnoticed. I will soon begin a very dangerous game for the Revolution is turning to the blood lust of the Mob in Paris and soon will engulf not only France but possibly even England.”

He slowly drew back and to all who watched appeared to be the mindless Fop more concerned with his attire than the young woman he was with but the look in his eyes the passion there told Alex quite a different story.

 

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“There are things afoot on in France that threaten England Alex, and where the Red Savage you know would be watched closely, and draw unwanted attention, yet the Fop now before you would go unnoticed. I will soon begin a very dangerous game for the Revolution is turning to the blood lust of the Mob in Paris and soon will engulf not only France but possibly even England.”

His breath so close and warm on her neck made her shiver just slightly. Not anything that anyone but the two of them would notice but it was there and she knew he'd seen it. She hated that he seemed to have a reasonable explanation for his ruse but she also hated the fop he pretended to be! It was annoying to listen to the fake lisp, the sing song voice and the empty headed babble when she knew there was a man of more substance than that underneath.

Sighing softly her eyes held his and she felt warmth flush her body at the passionate gaze locked on her. Apparently he hadn't grown bored with her in only a day and that made her glad. She was surprised to find that part of her didn't want him to grow bored.

"Hmmm, well if your spying that would explain the ruse though I find it damnably annoying. And what's this about carrying me off as your bride? I don't recall ever having heard a marriage proposal from your lips in the short time we've known each other. Besides what would being married to you be like Paul? From what you say you're performing some sort of spywork or you wouldn't need such a convincing disguise, and that must keep you busy. I'd have a husband who was never home and who acted like a moron when he was. At least when others were around.

You'll forgive me I hope for prefering my current freedom and the only occassional doses of this masquerade of yours I hope."

She sounded calmer than she felt but she didn't want her voice to draw others to them. If she sounded upset someone would come running. So long as she sounded calm, perhaps a little bored, no one would pay them any mind. What he'd said about the mob starting to run rampant in France frightened her because she knew it was something that had the potential to happen in England as well. She wasn't blind like most of the nobility. She doubted her own family would have trouble from their tenents for they were well loved and respected among their people but she knew others who only had tenents still because the poor on their lands couldn't find work elsewhere.

What would it take to fan the spark of desperation into the flame of destruction?

 

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His breath so close and warm on her neck made her shiver just slightly. And Delery smiled Alex was far from the cold fish that the members of the Hellfire Club believed her to be.

"Hmmm, well if your spying that would explain the ruse though I find it damnably annoying. And what's this about carrying me off as your bride? I don't recall ever having heard a marriage proposal from your lips in the short time we've known each other………………………You'll forgive me I hope for preferring my current freedom and the only occasional doses of this masquerade of yours I hope."

Her voice was deceptively clam yet Paul Delery could feel the rapid beat of her heart pulsing in her slender neck. It was true they had known each other only a short while, yet Delery was set on the firry young beauty for his bride.

“Alex you whish me to court you but the sham of the Fop is the only thing that would get me through your Father’s door. How many men have come to court you Alex and of those how many where men and not weaklings or pop-in-Jays?

As for Marriage, I thought I would ask you first as it are you I intend to marry not your Father.”

Delery paused his voice earnest commanding yet also deeply soft and sensual.

“But if you prefer you present freedom to attend the Hellfire club as directed by your father, and the endless balls and parties where you will be displayed till the highest ranking French aristocrat offers your family enough for you to secure his position in England, then that is of course your choice my dear.”


Delery was not a man to menace words and he knew he ran the risk of a slap or being told to leave and that his suit would not be entertained.

“Oh yes sweet Alex the Fop is quite a bore and so very annoying but at the core there is at least a man which you my dear know all so well.”

Delery eyes held Alex’s and there was a truth in what he said weather she chose to believe it or not. This moment when the man she knew as a red savage and a mindless Fop stood there straight tall and commanding by his very presence when a scream tore through the air from the manor house and the aged butler, that was Alex’s father’s man, came running towards them in across the lawn and into the Garden.

”Lady Alexandra the rabble have beheaded King Louis and Queen Marie in Paris three days ago. The mob is running wild even the innocent are being dragged to the Bastille to face the people’s tribunals.”

It seemed the madness that Delery had spoken of had burst into bloody flames in the streets of Paris.

 

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“Alex you whish me to court you but the sham of the Fop is the only thing that would get me through your Father’s door. How many men have come to court you Alex and of those how many where men and not weaklings or pop-in-Jays?

Ugh. She hated hearing him state the truth. Part of her aversion to marriage was that the men that came calling were mere boys mentally. Spoiled little rich boys who wanted a pretty adornment with as little brain power as themselves. Most of them were easily run off as soon as she proved that not only could she think but that she could generally out-think them. That she wasn't pleased to just know it, but felt the need to prove her intelligence as well quickly scared off the rest. They had wanted her pretty and quiet and that she would never be.

“But if you prefer you present freedom to attend the Hellfire club as directed by your father, and the endless balls and parties where you will be displayed till the highest ranking French aristocrat offers your family enough for you to secure his position in England, then that is of course your choice my dear.”

Her eyes widened when he mentioned Hellfire. She had no intention of going back! Ever! She just hadn't told her father that yet. It was going to cause the type of argument she was usually good at avoiding. That the number of balls and parties she would then be forced to attend would greatly increase she thought she could deal with for she doubted that her reputation would be worse and if the dogs gazed on her with a new look in their eye no one would truly know why.

The thought of basically being sold in marriage to a frenchmen however made her blood run cold! They were bigger fops than the englishmen she was forced to endure! The idea was absolutly unbearable but before she could reply the butler was calling for her and general commotion seemed to be going on up at the house.

”Lady Alexandra the rabble have beheaded King Louis and Queen Marie in Paris three days ago. The mob is running wild even the innocent are being dragged to the Bastille to face the people’s tribunals.”

Her heart stopped and she strangled down the cry that wanted to part her lips. Drawing a deep breath she forced herself to remain calm and nodded slowly her mind racing. "Go to the cupboards make sure we have bedding, medicines, bandages and such things as we'll need for guests. You can be assured that if any of my french cousins have survived the attack of the mob they will make their way here and will need care. We'll need to look into getting extra provisions as well once they arrive but until they do we know how many will arrive at our door we won't deliberate on that part of it. For now make sure we're prepared for guests in a general sense and we'll become more specific as needed."

She could tell the butler thought her cold and unnatural for being able to keep her head under pressure but he nodded still and turned to do her bidding. She could hear him muttering under his breath however and knew he was wondering what sort of a woman gave orders instead of breaking down into tears at such news.

"Paul, as much as I hate it you're right in your assessment of my marriage prospects. If I must marry I would choose a man not a mere boy with no more wit than my sewing needles. I'll never return to Hellfire though. After your spectacular showing of claiming my innocence the hounds would never be off me."

Where the next words came from she didn't know but come they did and completely unbidden, "If you wish to speak to my Father about marriage, I'll not say no. I need to go care for my family now however. My mother will be terrified and most likely so will my sisters, it was no doubt one of them that screamed before."

 

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"Go to the cupboards make sure we have bedding, medicines, bandages and such things as we'll need for guests. You can be assured that if any of my French cousins have survived the attack of the mob they will make their way here and will need care. We'll need to look into getting extra provisions as well once they arrive but until they do we know how many will arrive at our door we won't deliberate on that part of it. For now make sure we're prepared for guests in a general sense and we'll become more specific as needed."

The bemused and dumbfounded look of disapproval on the aged butler’s face was priceless, and his mutter comments about England was surely doomed when the likes of a mere slip of a girl, danened to be giving orders in the business that was rightly the province of men. Yet Delery simply smile as his little flaxen firebrand rose to the occasion. Unlike most he had seen women take charge in the America’s in fact the red savage Mohawks where ruled by a censual of Grandmothers. Her direct forthright manner pleased Paul. When Alex next spoke, it was both a shock and a pleasant surprise.

"Paul, as much as I hate it you're right in your assessment of my marriage prospects. If I must marry I would choose a man not a mere boy with no more wit than my sewing needles. I'll never return to Hellfire though. After your spectacular showing of claiming my innocence the hounds would never be off me."

Alex had paused for a moment as if considering her next words.

"If you wish to speak to my Father about marriage, I'll not say no. I need to go care for my family now however. My mother will be terrified and most likely so will my sisters, it was no doubt one of them that screamed before."

“I shall as soon as the excitement dies down Alex.”

Delery walked Alex to the house the guise of the mindless Fop firmly in place again. While Alex went upstairs to comfort her distraught sister. He was left with Lord Smythe.

“Dash it all sir what audacity to kill ones own King, those Frenchies are truly savage”

Then a look of apparent shock crossed his face.

“Your Lordship do you believe that this unpleasantness will ruin the fall season in Paris?”.

Paul Delery played his role to the hilt and in two weeks when he asked for Alex’s hand in marriage Lord Smythe had no objections and seemed rather pleased with the thoughts of The Vi Cunt of Jersey as his son in law.

Paul Delery courted Alex for six months, all in all a short courtship and in that time England was a wash with French nobles, and French spies, and it was hard to tell which was which. Delery had to make frequent trips to the isle of Jersey and English troops where now billeted on the isle. Sometimes he was gone only a day or two others he might be gone for a week.

As their marriage day drew close Paul and Alex where left more and more alone and Delery could be more his self with Alex.