"Hellfire"...Closed thread

[caela]

Alex had been right. The row she had with her father when she absolutly refused to return to the Hellfire club had been their worst ever. It was unlike her to outrightly defy him so but she stuck to her decision and he refused to speak with her for over a week. Except to inform her of balls and parties she'd have to attend.

At every ball and party she was bored witless. If Paul was there he was firmly in his mode as the fop and while he played an excellant courtier, hearing about his latest trip to the clothiers held no particular interest for her. Neither did his seeming dismay at the season in Paris being cancelled.

Who needed Paris when everyday more refugees flooded their shores?

When Paul finally spoke to her father he was so thrilled that he forgot about his anger with her and began to help plan her wedding alongside her mother. There were times she wondered if it was her wedding or theirs until she actually sat with them one day listening to talk of flowers, colors, chaples, dinners and every other detail that had to be planned. At last she simply rose and kissed her mother's cheek, "Mama, you know what you're doing and seem to enjoy it so choose what you wish. The only thing I want a say in is my dress." Both her parents had grinned at her words and gone back to making plans without her input.

Over the next months she was glad when Paul would call and slowly they were allowed time alone together. Never anything truly improper but they were allowed to stroll the gardens unattended and often left in one of the parlors or the game room alone. She found that she enjoyed his company when he was being himself and not the self-important fop he played so well. He always outdressed her on his visits and she supposed that would have to change when they married and she started having to go out in public as his wife and not just his fiance but for now she was more than content to let his attire outshine hers.

Wandering the garden one day she simply stopped and looked at him quizically, "Why me? What on earth made you decide you wanted a brash, annoying, loudmouth for a wife?"

 

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Paul Delery was resplendent as always in his silks and satins the perfect strutting peacock during their courtship, while Alex appeared the drab little Peahen in comparison. At times when they where alone in a pallor, or game room he would be close to Alex a brush of his hand on hers or a look from his piercing dark hazel eyes and fro that moment she could see the red Savage that had so completely dominated her that night at the Hellfire Club. She had not asked what had kept him away for some times two weeks at a time it was if she was afraid of what his answer might be.

Paul Delery enjoyed Alex’s company always witty and bright her mind agile and active and though Alex was undeniably a ravishing beauty, it was her mind and that firry spirit of her that turned infatuation into love. He was a bit taken aback that late summer’s eve while wandering the garden one day she simply stopped and looked at him quizzically,

"Why me? What on earth made you decide you wanted a brash, annoying, loudmouth for a wife?"

Delery marveled at the naïve innocence of the stunning flaxen haired beauty’s question. Could it be that Alex did not realize what a natural beauty she was, or how seductively, sensual he found her firry spirit and agile mind? Delery glanced left and right to make sure that they where truly alone and then taking her small delicate hand in his he darted in to a rose arbor and drew Alex to him. Her supple young body was pressed to his, his dark hazel eyes sought her soft velvet violet eyes, his lips brushed hers as he spoke.

“Because you have a wild uncurbed spirit Alex, you speak your mind, and you are a woman truly worth the wooing.”

His lips brushed hers, the first time sense that night when he had claimed her virginal innocence. Even now the memory of her naked wearing nothing but the vixen fox’s tail excited Delery the way her body had slowly surrendered to him arching to meet his, and in the end there was no accusations of rape for Alex had known that she had surrendered willingly to him.

“Alex……”

His mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss there in her father’s garden his hand pressed to her breast, and his ardor for the ravishing young blonde was pressed to her belly.

 

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“Because you have a wild uncurbed spirit Alex, you speak your mind, and you are a woman truly worth the wooing.”

Worth wooing? What on earth did that mean? It was obvious from the way he looked at her when they were alone that he found her attractive and she was well aware of the fact that he wanted her physically again. She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice everytime he leaned close to murmur something in her ear. She was quite aware of her beauty - after all hadn't she been courted as a pretty adornment often enough? - but she was so used to men being daunted by her intelligence, spirit and the fact that she spoke her mind that to have those traits admire simply refused to make sense in her mind.

Still she was saved from having to comment as he practically groaned her name before catching her lips in a searing kiss that quickly had her clinging to his shoulders and gasping for breath. She could feel his hand on her breast and she pressed into it as a low groan of longing filled her throat. Until that moment she hadn't realized that her body longed for his as much as his did hers. She wanted to feel his skin on her own but the damnably logical part of her mind told her they had to be careful. The were merely in the gardens, someone could come upon them at any moment!

Drawing back with a whimper her eyes darted about ensuring no one was around before she cupped his cheek gently, her thumb giving a soft caress to the warm skin against her palm. "We can't do this here Paul. We've only a few more weeks to wait until the wedding.... unless you know some way for us to be together that won't include our being caught?" Her eyes searched his and she didn't bother to hide her longing for him that burned in those violet depths or the hope that he'd have some idea of where and how they could meet.

 

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He practically groaned her name before catching her lips in a searing kiss that quickly had her clinging to his shoulders and gasping for breath. She could feel his hand on her breast and she pressed into it as a low groan of longing filled her throat.

This open wanton demonstration of lust on Alex’s part both surprised and pleased Delery for up until now the ravishing young beauty had maintained an affectionate but cool and aloof posture with him.

Drawing back with a whimper her eyes darted about ensuring no one was around before she cupped his cheek gently, her thumb giving a soft caress to the warm skin against her palm.

"We can't do this here Paul. We've only a few more weeks to wait until the wedding.... unless you know some way for us to be together that won't include our being caught?"

Her eyes searched his and she didn't bother to hide her longing for him that burned in those violet depths or the hope that he'd have some idea of where and how they could meet.

He knew she was right they had come too far with this rouse to be discovered now. Yet Delery’s mind rushed to find an answer he knew of one but Alex had made her views on that subject quite clear. Still he hazarded it.

“ Alex we have but two choices one is for you to come to Jersey as my house guest that of course would entail an appropriate chaperone your mother, one of your sisters or a maiden aunt and I am sure they would give us precious little time to our selves.”


Paul paused he hisetated before continuing.

“The other option is the hellfire Club……….”

Alex’s violet eyes flared and he knew she was about to discount that option out of hand.

“ If you came as the Mistress of the red savage then there would be no thought of any there to challenge or molest you. And it is the one place your father would let you go without a chaperone.”


Delery knew that Alex’s answer would depend wither her hungering young body or her pride would win out. What ever her decision he would abide by it and not press her further until their wedding night.

 

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“ If you came as the Mistress of the red savage then there would be no thought of any there to challenge or molest you. And it is the one place your father would let you go without a chaperone.”

She wanted to simply squash the idea of using the club but she knew he was right and so she thought about it seriously. With him by her side none would dare to molest her and she could always rebuff any that did try. Oh she'd fought her father tooth and nail on it but that was to avoid having to be alone with that damned pack of wolves who would no doubt see her being there as another chance to hunt. With Paul to protect her though....yes she could agree to go as the Mistress of the Red Savage.

The problem would be her father. She'd fought him to a standstill on this very issue how could she now turn around and tell him she wished to return to Hellfire without his becoming suspicious?

"It's a good idea Paul. So long as I go with you and am not alone I don't fear the dogs there. The problem will be my father. How do I tell him I want to go back? As hard as I fought to not have to return if I told him I wished to go he'd become suspicious and perhaps even appear himself to see what drew me there. That could ruin your disguise if he saw through it.

We'll have to find a way to make him think it is his idea and that he's sending me against my will....and I'll need something appropriate to wear as well."

Now that she was thinking on it she found she liked the idea. She'd be able to be with Paul again and to show those fools that what they had thought to take by force she now willingly gave to the man who had first claimed her. It would stick in their throats and that was an idea she liked very much. Though not quite so much as the thoughts of his hands on her skinand their bodies moving together.

She wasn't sure what she felt for him yet but she did know that her body needed his.

 

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"It's a good idea Paul. So long as I go with you and am not alone I don't fear the dogs there. The problem will be my father. How do I tell him I want to go back? As hard as I fought to not have to return if I told him I wished to go he'd become suspicious and perhaps even appear himself to see what drew me there. That could ruin your disguise if he saw through it.

Alex was of course quite correct and her father was the Governor of the Hellfire club even if she did not know it true it would have to be his idea. Delery mind started to turn and as Alex continued.

We'll have to find a way to make him think it is his idea and that he's sending me against my will....and I'll need something appropriate to wear as well."

There was a long silence between the desperate lovers, for that is in fact what Paul and Alex had become. Neither planned it, neither had sought it, yet it was as if the fates had decreed it to be.

“Alex what would your father do if you went to him and said you could not stand the thoughts of marring a mindless Fop?”

Delery paused as the thought took on form in his agile mind.

“Is He the type of man that would force you to the Hellfire Club to show you it was pick a man to be mistress too or marry a fop? After all the wedding invitations are all ready sent so it would be a matter of pride and he would have to find a way to crub that firry independent spirit of yours.”

Paul kissed the tip of Alex’s nose playfully and awaited her answer.

 

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Alex giggled at the kiss to her nose and thought about what he'd said. Her father wouldbe furious if she said she couldn't bear the thought of marrying the fop that Paul pretended to be. Yes he just might send her the Hellfire club against her will in order to teach her a lesson. Biting her lower lip she nodded thoughtfully, her mind working out the argument she saw forming in her mind.

"Yes, yes he just might. I hate to pick a fight with him though. He was so angry with him when I refused to go to Hellfire anymore but this whole wedding has made him so happy. He's been working on arrangements almost as hard as Mama has. It would seem wrong to trick him that way when he's so enjoying things right now Paul."

The look on her face was earnest and desperate. She wanted him, it was clearly written in her eyes, but the thought of deliberatly causing her father pain when he was so happy right now distressed her as well. She didn't want to trick him that way tohave a nights pleasure when in just a few weeks she'd be married and they'd be spending as many nights as they wanted twined around each other.

"Can you think of anything else Paul," she asked as she reached up to cup his cheek gently once more. "I can cause Daddy that type of pain just to have one night of pleasure when we'll be granted so many in just a few weeks time."

 

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"Can you think of anything else Paul," she asked as she reached up to cup his cheek gently once more. "I can cause Daddy that type of pain just to have one night of pleasure when we'll be granted so many in just a few weeks time."

True to his word if only given to himself in the quite solitude of his mind Paul Delery did not push the issue with Alex. He so the longing in her soft violet eyes and knew he could press her until she agreed. His large calloused hand covered hers as she cupped his cheek and then taking it in his he kissed the palm and his eyes sadly smiled into hers.

“Alex as you see fit. I can wait if you can.”


The rest of their afternoon was spent in the garden and Paul Delery was the mind less Fop as Lord Smythe Came to announce that the Vi Count’s carriage had arrived.

“Alexandra don’t you just adore the pink of these roses it would be the perfect color for a waistcoat don’t you think?”

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When Delery was gone Lord Smythe turned to his daughter.

“Alexandra how can you abide that toady?”

He paused and then his face became very serious.

“I want you to attend the Hellfire Club one more time girl it would be better to be the mistress of a man then the wife of that!”

He saw the flash in Alex’s violet eyes, prepared for the argument he knew would come and he held up his hand, his face stern his, voice deep and commanding.

“I am afraid I must insist young Alexandra.”

 

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“I am afraid I must insist young Alexandra.”

Alex' eyes flashed and a low sound of annoyance and anger filled her throat. She knew the look on her father's face however. It was the look he got when he would not be denyed. Stamping her foot in anger she spun around ready to storm away from him but at the foot of the stairs that would lead her to her room she turned and stared straight into his eyes, her voice cold, "I'll go Father but in three weeks I will still marry the Via Count of Jersey. You ask how I can stand the mindless fop? The truth is I can't but a man without a mind can be controlled and is likely to give me the freedom I thought I would have through spinsterhood. A few months of dealing with my brash manners and habit of speaking my mind and he will gladly give me my own house and only visit me often enough to ensure an heir to his estates.

Better married and with my freedom than to become some man's whore and be what the gossips have named me for over a year."

Spinning once more she stormed up the stairs and practically ran to her room where she slammed the door. Throwing herself on her bed she had to fight to keep from laughing. Her father had done for them what she wouldn't! She'd tell Paul when he came for her the next evening to escort her to some party being hosted by one of her father's friends. The nice thing about having a fiance was that she no longer had to go to most parties alone.

 

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Alex' eyes flashed and a low sound of annoyance and anger filled her throat.

Lord Smythe Listened to his youngest daughter’s tirade, her open defiance as her infamous temper flared.

Better married and with my freedom than to become some man's whore and be what the gossips have named me for over a year."

Spinning once more she stormed up the stairs and practically ran to her room where she slammed the door. That did it their would be no relenting this time as his Lordship stormed up the stairs and hammered on her door.

Tomorrow night do you hear me girl tomorrow night and make no mistake about it.”


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Paul Delery arrived the next morning resplendent I a waistcoat that matched the color of the roses in Alex’s garden, his breeches where of white silk satin and form fitting, Paul’s riding boots fit like a second skin and where molded to his claves. His politenesses made to Lord and Lady Smythe, he bowed gracefully

“Is Alexandra ready we have an engagement to go riding this morning and I have brought a saucy little mare for her to try.”

Lord Smythe eyebrow arched and Lady Smythe nearly pass out from the vapors, for riding was not a thing ladies did, to be lead around on a gilding seated side saddle was one thing but to ride astride a horse as the women of the French Court did was scandalous.

“ It’s all the rage don’t you know?”

Delery was tittering in his sing song foppish voice as if mear fashion was all the excuse needed to part with tradition.

 

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"Tomorrow night do you hear me girl tomorrow night and make no mistake about it.”

"Fine!" she snapped at the door sounding angry and petulant - who wouldn't be when their father was acting so domineering! - but inside she was smiling to herself.

That night her dreams were haunted by visions of a Red Savage.

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“ It’s all the rage don’t you know?”

"So it is Via Count Delery. Thank you for having the proper attire sent over. For such an experiment a gown would never do," Alex said as she stepped into the hall where her parents and Paul were speaking.

Her mother turned to look at her and gasped so sharply that the butler stepped forward in case the woman did truly faint. Alex wore a pair of form fitting kidskin breeches, black riding boots that hugged her calves like a second skin and a loose white tunic that afforded an ease of movement she would never have in a dress.

Her father glared but she held his gaze defiantly and linked her arm through Paul's. "Let us be on our way before my parents regain the use of their tongues and try to stop us," she said with a laugh and turned Paul back out the door.

Riding wasn't one of her particullarly favorite activities but it would give them a chance to get away so she could speak to him privately. The mare was pretty and Alex was surprised to find she liked her. Watching Paul swing into his saddle she moved to copy him and laughed at herself when she had to try it three times before she made it on. This would take some practice!

Urging the mare forward with her knees she was surprised to find that she felt much safer on the horse while sitting astride. Riding sidesaddle in voluminous skirts always made her feel as if she were likely to fall off the horse. This was much more secure and she liked it! Far enough away from the house that their voices wouldn't carry she allowed her mare to walk alongside Paul's before turning to him with a smile.

"Tonight. Father apparently wants me to spend one last night at Hellfire to prove to me that I'll not be happy married to a simpering fop."

 

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Alex wore a pair of form fitting kidskin breeches, black riding boots that hugged her calves like a second skin and a loose white tunic that afforded an ease of movement and boldly accented her stunning figure. It was a costume that would certainly turn heads and start tongues wagging. It was also an outfit that Paul Delery rather liked on the firry little blonde. As he sat astride his stallion an unusual choice of mount for a Fop he could not help a rye smile as she moved to copy him and laughed at herself when she had to try it three times before she made it on.. and each attempt afford Delery an excellent view of the girl’s firm rounded derrière.

The ride out form the manor house was a slow stately walk for the horses and it was a full fifteen minutes before the couple cleared a rise that over looked the house nestled in the valley. She allowed her mare to walk alongside Paul's before turning to him with a smile.

"Tonight. Father apparently wants me to spend one last night at Hellfire to prove to me that I'll not be happy married to a simpering fop."

A roughish smiled creased his face and all traces of that mindless Fop disappeared.

“Really Alex?”

There was a light teasing air to his deep voice as his eyes sought Alex’s pale violet eyes.


“And you of course as a chaste maiden protested such an outrageous suggestion, before being a dutiful daughter reluctantly yielded to your father’s desires.”

His eyes where dancing with merriment at his outrageous statement. His hand cupped the flaxen haired beauty’s cheek, he leaned over in his saddle, and his lips brushed hers it was up to Alex to deepen the kiss. his hand found the present that he would give her for their evening in Cupid’s Garden.

 

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“And you of course as a chaste maiden protested such an outrageous suggestion, before being a dutiful daughter reluctantly yielded to your father’s desires.”

Alex giggled softly at the way he had phrased his comment before she spoke, "Well I threw a right proper fit if that's what you mean. I hate it when he gets all domineering and bossy and he knows it. If he hadn't phrased it as an order it would have been much harder because I'd have had to fake being angry. As it was there was nothing to fake, I was furious."

When he leaned over to kiss her softly she smiled and met his lips gently. She found she enjoyed the gentleness in the kiss but that she desired more and so she leaned closer, her lips growing hungrier against his, though still uncertain. Eventually she drew away and her breathing was sharp as she smiled over to him, "So my lord fop, tell a poor unfashionable girl like myself what she should wear tonight?"

 

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Delery smiled as Alex giggled and told of her confrontation with her Father. The firry young beauty seemed to melt into his tender kiss savoring it and then She desired more and so she leaned closer, her lips growing hungrier against his, though still uncertain. Eventually she drew away and her breathing was sharp as she smiled over to him,

"So my lord fop, tell a poor unfashionable girl like myself what she should wear tonight?"

“This for one .”

Delery drew a midnight blue leather choker from his pocket and held it out to Alex. It bore a small silver bear standing on its hind legs wrought in the most exquisite manner. Alex knew if she took it wore it that it would claim her as the property of the Red Savage, and none at the Hellfire Club would dare touch her or insult her for fear of the strange savage. With his permission they could do what ever they wanted to Alex but only with his permission she would be his property.

As he waited for the flaxen hair beauty to either take it or not the choice totally hers. He continued.

“Some thing so outrageous that they will eat their hearts out with lust and I am sure that cunning mind of yours can come up with just the right attire.”

The chocker still lay in the palm of his offering hand.

 

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“This for one .”

Alex simply stared at the choker being offered to her. She'd seen such things before of course and knew that it would mark her as the property of the savage who made so many at the club nervous and who had claimed her virginity. Still it was beautiful and while Alex might dress simply she did have an eye for beauty. The thought and craftsmanship that had gone into the small silver bear spoke of a skill she rarely saw. She'd easily call it art.

“Some thing so outrageous that they will eat their hearts out with lust and I am sure that cunning mind of yours can come up with just the right attire.”

His voice cut through her thoughts and she smiled softly, "Yes, I think I can come up with something." Tentatively she reached out and took the choker, her fingers curling around the leather around her hand so that the bear nestled into her palm. "This though will be the finishing touch and I'd appreciate it if you'd put it on me once we are both there."

Her eyes were distant as she spoke as if looking out on some vision only she could see. Indeed what was in her mind was the faces of those of the Hellfire club when she allowed him to place the choker around her neck before all. It was rare for such a pulic display but it would leave no doubt in anyones mind to whom she belonged.

 

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Tentatively she reached out and took the choker, her fingers curling around the leather around her hand so that the bear nestled into her palm.

"This though will be the finishing touch and I'd appreciate it if you'd put it on me once we are both there."

Her eyes were distant as she spoke as if looking out on some vision only she could see.

Delery was pleased when Alex took his offered token and smiled at her comment.

“It will be my honor to claim you there publicly Alex.”

This firry young beauty had been Two years at the Hellfire Club and knew well what the choker meant but to have him place it around her neck made her his, submissive to him in all things. She was not a child and Delery knew that Miss Alexandra Smythe did not play games.

“ I shall meet you at Blanquette Abbey at 8PM by the Abby door.”


Delery spent the rest of the afternoon teaching Alex to ride how to post when trotting, how to set her seat firmly when cantering or at a full run and he took the young beauty over her first jump though it be nothing more than a fence rail laying on the ground.

They walked the horses back to her home and the terrified groom Tommy was there to meet them. His eyes wide for in all his time he had never seen Miss Alex in such scandalous artier in broad day light.

A nod from Paul Delery to her and he turned his mount towards the gate and the road beyond

“Keep the mare me dear I think she suits you well.”

He spurred his horse on and was on the highway before Mistress or groom could object.

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The Red Savage waited in the shadows by door to Blanquette Abbey as the village clock tolled 8PM.

 

[caela]

Alex laughed at the look on Tommy's face as they entered the stable yard. He'd seen her in scandalous attire before but always it was for the Hellfire club and never out and abroad where respectable folk could see. He was shocked and it showed but she could also see a glimmer of admiration because she knew Paul had taught her well and she was riding the horse properly and not like some green girl.

“Keep the mare me dear I think she suits you well.”

Before Alex could thank him he was gone but a small smile curved her lips. She liked the girft and would treasure the mare. Dismounting she gave a small groan as her inner thighs protested the sudden shift of position. Obviously she was going to have to get some muscles used to riding astride if she meant to do it often.

Having heard her groan Tommy laughed now, "You see Miss, riding like a man aint for a lady and now you know why. Go sit down the pain will pass and if you insist on continuing I'll tell you now once you've done a few times it won't hurt no more when you dismount. Get up on to the house now so you can get ready for tonight."

Giving the groom a grin she turned and made her way up to the house. It took some effort but by the time she was there she was walking normally. She managed to avoid her family and headed straight to her room where she rang for her maid to help her prepare. The girl was scandalized when she told her what she wanted but helped prepare her all the same.

When at last the time came to leave she wrapped a heavy cloak around her shoulders and smiled when it covere all but the black satin slippers on her feet. Even her golden curls were covered when she pulled up the hood. Just as the clock was striking 8 she slid from the coach outside the Abbey, her eyes searching the dark for her Savage.

 

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Just as the clock was striking 8 she slid from the coach outside the Abbey, her eyes searching the dark for her Savage.


The darkly clad figure descended from the coach the groom holding the door, there was no doubt that the cloaked figure was a woman but the hood concealed her features. Delery knew her at once the way she moved, the polite but firm way she refused the grooms aid, the way she seemed to search the shadows. It was Alex, his sweet erotic rose. Her tread was light on the graveled drive the young headstrong beauty seemed to glide with a fluid grace that was so very sensual and yet there was the seductive grace of a cat.

Paul Delery glided silently out of the shadows his hands cupping Alex’s breasts as her drew her body back to his and kissed her cheek.

“Are you ready my dear?”

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They entered Blanquette Abbey the Red Savage and the cloaked Spitfire. All eyes turned to them an embarrassed silence descended over the room. The men shifted almost avoid in Alex’s eyes, some of the women drew back shamed they had deserted her to rape. That moment was short lived for the bored children of privilege snickered among themselves it had been after all Great Fun

Delery took the slender midnight blue chocker from her.

“Alex kneel”

Suddenly all eyes where on the strange couple. He slipped her hood back pausing for a moment in mild surprise and then he collared her in front of them all.

“Rise Alex my sweet kitten.”

It was then Delery slipped the cloak from the flaxen haired beauty’s stunning young body unveiling her before them even Paul did not know what she had chosen for this night.

 

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“Are you ready my dear?”

Alex smiled softly leaning into him for just a moment before murmuring, "Oh yes Paul, I'm ready." Taking his hand she glided into the Abby at his side.

Her eyes took in the room around her from within the safety of her cloak. The men looking away, the shame on the womens faces and then the tittering laughter. Oh let them laugh! Her head turned slowly and when she would catch someones gaze their laughter would die quickly for her gaze promised the women that next time it could be them and it reminded the men of how they'd acted not as men but as savage beasts, worse that dogs, and in her violet gaze there was only contempt.

“Alex kneel”

With a fluid grace - something she was amazed she manahed since her thighs still ached from her ride earlier - she sank to her knees before Paul and let him slide her hood back. She smiled at his surprise for as the hood fell away it revealed, not her devils mask but, her own face smiling up at him. Silently she tipped her head to allow him to attach the choker before rising to stand as instructed.

As her cloak slid down her arms she heard a gasp rise from the crowd. What was underneath was unheard of even here. A scarf of diaphonous silk was wound behind her back up across her breasts and tied behind her neck leaving her arms, stomach and upper chest bare. A wide silver belt held long a skirt of the same material as her top but the skirt had been slit ever four inches so that the silk fell around her legs in long strands and every step she took would reveal that smooth expanse of flesh. On her feet were small silver sandles that matched the silver bear on the choker while the silk covering her matched the leather of it perfectly.

Still silent she moved slightly to stand just a step behin Paul, her head high and eyes meeting those who dared to gasp or twitter nervously. She'd dressed as some exotic slavegirl and with the choker around her throat none dare touch her though she could see in the eyes of the men - and even some of the women - that that was exactly what they wanted to do.

 

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The Red Savage and the Golden Slave girl, raw sage power, supple sensual erotic strength, awed into silence the spoiled bored aristocracy of the Hellfire Club. Even Paul Delery was taken aback for the briefest of moments when Alex had let her cloak slip from her shoulders. The bold choice not to wear a mask had pleased Delery. The first to regain a modicum of daring dash was the bored little son of the Duke of Essex. And as he came forward reaching his hand out as if her where doing to claim Alex for an evening’s trice he found his outstretched hand in the power full vise like grip of the Red Savage.

“No my Lord you do not have the right I do believe you said Alex was a cold fish and you my dearboy where not man enough to claim what you desired.”

“ Take them.”

He screamed lust blazing in his eyes for the flaxen haired salve girl. A quick flick of his wrist and the duke’s son’s arm snapped like a dry stick. There was no more talk of taking Alex.

“Come girl”

Delery extended his hand to his young beauty and lead her from the Abbey’s hall to a private chamber where he swept Alex into his arms his mouth claiming hers in a searing kiss.

“A very pleasing costume my dear, but I do believe I prefer you naked Alex. “

 

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Alex saw the son of the Duke of Essex coming toward her but she didn't move. She simply stared at him from bored violet eyes and trusted Paul to keep him at bay. She wasn't surprised to see Paul's strong hand grip the boys wrist, the boys fingertips bare inches from her skin almost close enough to reach her but seeming miles away with that iron grip holding him.

She felt only a moments fear when the lad had called to the crowd for them to be taken. For a heart stopping second she thought the crowd would turn to a mob and tear into Paul and herself. With the breaking of the boys arm though the crowd drew back and she stepped around the lad to take Paul's offered hand.

She followed him to the private chamber and heard the whispers and mutterings behind them as they passed and she cared for none of it. She simply followed where he led. When at last he pulled her to him, her arms twined around his neck and her lips answered his with a matching hunger. She wanted him and wouldn't be sated until she had him.

“A very pleasing costume my dear, but I do believe I prefer you naked Alex. “

Laughing softly, her violet eyes danced with mirth as she gazed up at him, "I'm glad you like it. If you want your slavegirl naked oh sweet Savage you need only to strip her."

 

[cgraven]

Laughing softly, her violet eyes danced with mirth as she gazed up at him,

"I'm glad you like it. If you want your slavegirl naked oh sweet Savage you need only to strip her."

“So my little wildcat wants to play games is it?”

This teasing playful aspect of Alex was something new to Delery True she had a firry spirit and a sharp and biting wit, but this playfulness especially in a sexual connotation surprised him. Always inventive and rising to a challenge Delery took the wide tie for the four poster bed and stepping behind Alex he kissed her neck his hands cupping her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples through the sheer silk.

“Then we shall make it a very naughty game sweet Alex.”

He paused as her supple young body began to respond to his touch. He raised the strip of cloth to her eyes, felt her stiffen just a little.

“Trust me Alex I shall let no harm befall you but you must remain absolutely still and make no sound till I have stripped you naked.”

The blindfold securely in place the stunning young beauty deprived of her sight he left her standing there a moment or two before he silently knelt before her and lifted a dainty foot to his thigh he slowly undid her sandal and slipped it from her foot before placing it on the ground again. then she repeated the process with the other sandal.

She was then left alone in the darkness only silence met her ears. Wither it was a moment or an hour she could not tell then a fleeting touch at the nape of her neck and the knot holding the silken halter in place slipped lose and her firm young breast where bared to the night air.

 

[caela]

She watched him take the tie from the bed and looked at him curiously but he quickly moved behind her and she nearly forgot it as he started toying with her nipples. She could feel them growing hard under his fingers and small mewlings filled her throat while she shifted restlessly against him. She still didn't fully understand how it was he brought such sensation bursting up through her but she wasn't going to argue either. It felt delicious.

Until he placed the tie over her eyes. She couldn't keep from stiffening and heard a small whimper in her throat. Quite suddenly she felt very out of control in a way she was most definatly not used to!

“Trust me Alex I shall let no harm befall you but you must remain absolutely still and make no sound till I have stripped you naked.”

She wanted to say something, do something, but her mind had gone utterly blank and she couldn't see to move. So she remained still and quiet and felt time drifting around her like an loose string, now taut and slow, now fast and flexible. It seemed both forever and no time at all when at last he lifted her feet to remove her sandles and then he was gone again.

She felt bereft without knowing where he was. He was her anchor in this strange game, the only thing familiar in a world suddenly dark and slightly frightening.

Then he was there again and she felt her halter fluttering away from her body. Without a thought she let her arms shift slightly so that the blue silk drifted to the floor instead of being trapped against her body while her head tilted just slightly as if trying to decide where he was by sound or smell.

 

[cgraven]

The blue silk drifted to the floor, fluttering and curling on its self a gossamer leaf cast aside. Silent as a wraith the Red Savage stalked the blindfolded beauty. Off to the right a sound and Delery watched Alex cock her head listening trying to gage where he was , then a sound off to her left and her head turned to catch it, trying to determine where he was. Then Silence deafening silence and time lagged.

A tug at the sliver belt and her scandalous tattered silken skirt floated down her long sculptured tapering legs, the sheer silk caressing Alex’s soft alabaster skin with its sensually seductive kiss to pool around her ankles. Naked as the day she was born Alex stood there silently her hands by her side for a moment, her hands rose her fingers starting to go for the knot that bound her blindfold in place.

“Not just yet Alex!”

Delery’s lips brushed the ravishing young beauty’s ear they had come to her as if out of nowhere his hands now on her wrists and Paul guided them back down by Alex’s side.

He was gone then back in the blink of an eye his lips teasingly brushed hers leaving his proud young beauty wanting more , kisses floated down her neck teasing and pleasing her till at last his hand pressed open Alex’s thighs and he again feasted on her innocent young pussy.

 

[caela]

The way the silk slithered down her legs was maddening! She needed to see him! To be able to reach for him! Without really thinking about it her fingers reached for the blindfold shielding him from her sight.

“Not just yet Alex!”

Alex hissed softly and probably would have persisted if not for his strong grip guiding her hands back down to her sides. It took much control not to pout like a child but this game of his was maddening! Yet she remained still now while his lips trailed knowingly over her body. How he knew just where to nip or kiss to draw out her pleasure she neither knew nor cared. That he knew was enough. When he reached her pussy however she groaned and this time when her hands moved it was to reach forward and grasp his shoulders not to remove the blindfold.

As his mouth worked her tenderest flesh she whimpered and rocked gently, pleasure bubbling through her body while her fingers gripped his shoulders tightly to keep herself from falling over on legs suddenly far too weak.

"Paul," she whispered softly, not entirely certain what she was asking for.