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terror and Mary knew just how afraid
she was.
Over the years of her service to the Audley
family, Mary had seen many acts of cruelty and
barbarism, but the morning she found Lady Elizabeth,
bruised, bleeding and naked on her bedroom floor, was
a day she would never forget. She had carefully
wrapped her in a sheet, called the footman she was
walking out with and he picked the unconscious Lady off
the floor and laid her carefully on the bed, while the
maid sent the kitchen girl for a physician. When she
came around, Lady Elizabeth was horrified to find a
doctor ministering to the cuts on her body and she
swore him to silence. Mary brushed the lock of hair in
her hand with long strokes and as she looked down she
could see the scars on her mistress’s back, just peeping
over the edge of her chemise.
Mary deftly plaited the luxurious hair and then
went to fetch the nightgown that was laid out on the
bed. As Mary offered the nightdress to go over her
head, Elizabeth loosened the chemise and let it fall,
pushing her arms into the nightdress as Mary pulled it
quickly over her body. She held the covers as Elizabeth
slid gracefully into bed. ‘Will there be anything else,
Your Ladyship?’ Mary asked softly as she straightened
the covers and tucked them in.
‘No, Mary,’ Elizabeth murmured as she pulled
the queue of her hair over her shoulder. ‘Goodnight.’
‘Goodnight, Your Ladyship.’ Mary murmured as
she went out and closed the door. She went ten paces
down the passageway, sat in the easy chair and picked
up her sewing. She would remain on duty for the night
and would sleep in the day, as usual.
Elizabeth lay in bed and looked at the ceiling.
She thought about the opera, and what a fine
performance it was. She thought about the three
gentlemen she was introduced to, the Duke of Goring
was out of the question. The Earl of Warminster was a
fairly handsome man, but he was only interested in
money and was probably as profligate as his father. The
one that caught her eye was definitely the Duke of
Roding, with his fine looks and dark hair. She vividly
recalled his expression as he handed over the
handkerchief. But then she knew he wasn’t interested in
marrying anyone. The gossips said so. He was a
scoundrel and a rake and would think nothing of
seducing a married woman, but if she was unmarried or
widowed he didn’t want to know. How strange I’m
attracted to the one that wouldn’t want to know me.
She thought drowsily and her mind slipped into slumber
with Robert Bosworth’s eyes glowing in the dark.
    Robert Bosworth climbed into the interior of his
coach and sat opposite Abigail Beresford. She opened
the collar of her cloak and revealed a dress as
transparent as Lady Wentworth’s.
    Robert groaned as his manhood throbbed again.
‘You are a vixen.’ He murmured as he whipped his hat
off and slid off the seat onto his knees. His cloak fell
about his calves and he snapped open the fastenings of
his britches, yanking the flap down to reveal his
throbbing member to a giggling Abigail.
    She had slid her backside to the edge of the seat
and was slowly in the process of lifting her hem. He
smiled as he saw her shapely legs encased in white silk
and beribboned garters. He stroked his fingers up the
silky legs until he encountered her silky flesh and his
smile widened as she opened her legs as wide as the
carriage would permit. She plucked her mons pubis, so
she looked like a little girl and his penis became so
engorged it ached. There was no waiting or teasing for
him tonight. He plunged into her like a tuppenny whore
and didn’t even kiss her, just opened the front of her
gown and buried his mouth between her pearlescent
breasts. She gasped as he plunged in, but still her hips
rose to meet him and it was harsh and frantic as he
glided inside her with long quick strokes. He clutched
her bare thighs to hold her still as he pummelled her for
her first orgasm and sucked harshly on her nipples.
    ‘Oh! God! Robbie!’ burst from