Frigid Waters (Ladies of Loomcroft) (8 page)

“George...”  She gasp as she gripped the blankets in her fists.  “I think you need to stop...I feel like...like I may fall to pieces.”

He smiled and leaned back.  Stopping did not help her and she let out a small whine.  George slipped a finger inside her, then a second.  “Does that help, Bella?”

She shook her head as the pressure only got worse.  “I see.  Then does this help?”  His fingers quickly started pulling in and out of her warm sheath.  George the leaned down and licked at the base of his fingers until he felt a small nub.  He suck on the nub hard.  That was when she broke.

Belladonna had never felt anything like the pleasure that coursed thru her veins.  She couldn't help but scream as her body arched.  She was panting when fell back on the bed.  He was on his knees below her on the bed.

George pulled his fingers back and licked the white, thick, substance from his fingers.  She only realized it had come from her when he said, “I do like your cream, my Bella.”

He slowly unbuttoned his trousers and his member broke free.  It was large and stood proud once free of the cloth that had confined it.  He gripped it at his base and rubbed it slowly.  “Trust me, Bella.”

He told her as he leaned towards her.  “How will that ever fit inside me?”  She asked in a sultry voice that only encouraged him.

“You will stretch.  It might be uncomfortable at first, but you will come to enjoy it.”  He kissed her stomach and then nibbled her breasts.  Belladonna could feel George's staff snuggling her entrance, but he had positioned himself so she could not see the act itself.

He gave no warning as he thrust inside her.  He crashed thru her maidenhead and plunged as deeply as she could take him.  Her nether regions protested as they stretched to accommodate his size and they bled from the wall he had broken thru.

“Oh!  George...stop...”  She cried.  It hurt; she could even feel the blood dripping between her legs.

He snuggled into her breasts.  “Wait.  Just wait.  The pain will pass.”  He leaned forward and kissed her mouth.  “You are so tight, but you were ready.  Do not tempt me to move, Bella, I fear once I start I won't be able to stop.”

She whimpered in pain, but said no more.  George burned with the need to move.  His manhood twitched inside her, begging him to move.  “Bella...I am sorry...I have to...”

His hips pumped slowly.  She tensed with the movement and tears left salty paths down her face.  Which each thrust her cries were less whimpers of pain and more moans of pleasure.  The faster he moved the better she sounded.

George knew only one thing.  He couldn't stop.  She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and met every thrust with an arch.  Belladonna left trails of kisses along the side of his neck as he pulled her close.  Her tight sheath contracted suddenly and took the fire he was feeling and sparked it into an inferno.  Quickly he pulled out and spilled himself on her stomach.

The seductive minx had a look of immense satisfaction on her face.  George laid down beside her and pulled her into his arms.  Her back was against his chest while his hands leisurely explored her front.  “Are you alright?”  He asked her quietly.

“That was...”  Belladonna couldn't come up with a good description.  “We need to do that again.”

George laughed.  “We need to wait a day.  You are going to be sore, the proof of your virginity covers the both of us.  You need time to heal.”

Chapter 5

George woke the next morning with Bella tucked closely to his side, still fast asleep.  His gaze lingered on her peaceful face.  He pulled the blanket that covered them at the hips up to her neck and slipped out of bed.

He went to the wash basin in the r
oom and washed the remnants of her virginity from his staff.  He moaned in frustration as he hardened again.  Once he was cleaned he walked over to his wardrobe and slipped on clothes.

George walked over and bent over to kiss her on the brow.  Her head tilted over its own accord and his chaste kiss fell directly on her lips.  She explored his mouth gently, making it clear she was no longer asleep. 

He laughed as he stood up.  “It is early.  You are welcome to lay abed as long as wish, Bella.”

She grinned and her eyes held a light of mischief.  “Will you be laying abed with me?”

“I am sorry, my Bella, but I have work that has to be done.”  George said fondly and walked away before he would be tempted to do otherwise.

Belladonna laid in the bed for a few moments before she forced herself to move.  Last night he was right; she was sore.  It was a delicious kind of soreness that held more promise than pain.

She slipped on one of her new dresses and made her way downstairs.  The kitchens were empty of people, but she found a loaf of bread on the table and took it.  She pulled off a small piece as she turned to walk towards her husband's study.

She had just made it into the hall when Carl caught up with her and walked beside her.  “Miss Loomcroft...”

She felt her mask of indifference fall into place without even thinking of it.  She interrupted her brother-in-law, “Mr. Livery.” 

He nodded.  “Mrs. Livery.  I like the sound of that.”  He leaned in closer and she could smell the sour smell of alcohol on his breath.  “How was your evening, Mrs. Livery?”

It was a mundane question, but the glint in his eyes and the inflection in his voice sent chills of disgust down her spine.  “My husband and I enjoyed our evening.”  She said flatly.

Carl licked his lips.  “I am sure he did.”  He looked at her like he was undressing her in the hall with his eyes.

Belladonna stepped back away from him.  “If you'll excuse me, Mr. Livery.  I was just going to see my husband.”

Carl waited until she had turned and started to walk.  His hand grabbed her arm in a vice like grip.  “I sincerely you will always be so...attentive to your husband's needs.”

He let go and she rushed to the study door.  Carl laughed at her distress.  The Earl was in speaking with George when she stepped thru the door, shutting it firmly behind her. 

The Earl leveled an angry stare at her.  “George, your wife is in need of some lessons.  A woman does not interrupt men when they are conducting business in your study.”

“Belladonna is always welcome in my study, father.”  George said slowly.  He looked at her for just a moment, with wonder.  “Is that for me, Bella?”

Belladonna cleared her throat.  “We both missed our morning meal, so I thought we might do well to split this loaf of bread.”

The Earl let out a disgusted sniff.  “She should be beaten, George.  Loomcroft allows his girls too much free reign, she needs to learn her place.”

“Father, our conversation has been done for some time.  I expressed my wishes for you to leave my home yesterday.  Today, I am demanding it.  If you are not gone by sunset, you will be sleeping on the streets.”  George said with authority.

Belladonna slowly made her way to her husband's side.  She slipped an arm around his back as the old man stood to leave.  The Earl looked at her again.  “George did not need you, Miss Loomcroft.  Carl does.  An annulment can easily be gotten so you can marry the right brother.”

She swallowed hard.  “I
am
married to the right brother.”

The Earl huffed and hobbled out of the study.  Before closing the door he met George's gaze.  “This is not over.”

The door slammed behind him.  George pulled her into a passionate kiss that left them both gasping to breathe.  “Are you alright?”  Belladonna asked him.

“I am now.”  He said before pushing her away.  “Don't stand so close, Bella.  I do not have the control I would like to have after dealing with him.”

She walked around the desk and sat in a chair opposite him.  “Why does your father dislike our match so?”

George slumped into his own chair.  “My father prefers to have control over his sons.  I have made my own way in the world, not bound to his purse strings and it upsets him.”

She nodded.  He looked at her face for a few seconds before leaning forward.  “Bella, you are doing it again.”

“What?” She almost squeaked, but it came out a flat and even tone.

“Acting like you don't have feelings.  What do you really think?”

Her eyebrows rose in a moment of surprise.  She couldn't help but bite her lip.  “I wonder how such a decent man such as yourself emerged from that lot.  I do not want to be around them, George.  I am sorry, but I would rather manage my father's nursery during an outbreak of the coughs.”

George chuckled.  “Well, at least we are of a similar opinion.  Both of our families are in London, but would it please you to make this our full time home?”

Belladonna smiled.  “I think it would be lovely.  I am particularly fond of the beach.”

George could feel she was leaving something out.  “...and...”

She blushed, turning her cheeks the color of roses and her exposed chest a lovely pink.  “If we live in London Cara would expect help with the children.  I will not lie; it has been grand not worrying over any children for a few days.”

“We do still have to go back to tell your father you have married.  That said, most of my work can be done from here.  We should only have to visit London a few times a year.”  He pulled off a piece of the bread and chewed on it. 

“Is there anything I can do?”  Belladonna asked.  “I daresay doing naught but reading the day away will not do.”

George nodded.  “The house has been in need of some order for some time.  Would you feel capable of taking charge of it?  I can still do the ledgers if you want, or you can, whatever pleases you.”

She watched him as his attention drifted back to the papers on his desk.  She pulled herself off a piece a bread and ate it as he became engrossed in his work.  “You truly have work to do, do you not?”

“Yes, my dear, I do.”  He said absently.

She pushed herself up out of the chair and walked towards the door.  She stopped and looked back with her hand on the door frame.  “Will we be leaving for London soon, George?”

He looked up at her for but a moment.  “Yes, in two days time.  We should not have to stay more than a week in London.”

Belladonna smiled at him with her emerald eyes sparkling.  “Then you had best hurry and finish your work.  I will be very disappointed to spend tomorrow alone, husband.”

George scarcely thought that he had made it thru all of his correspondence so quickly.  It was difficult to force himself to take his time because he didn't want to have to be away from Belladonna at all the next day.

As he worked Belladonna busied herself by acquainting herself with the house's staff.  The task kept her busy while George worked and she felt safe from her brother-in-law with the servants by her side.  She couldn't help finding amusement in the diversity in George's servants. 

The cook, a saintly looking woman in her forties, was actually a reformed loose woman with nine children to her name.  How all nine survived, heaven only knows, but the three youngest routinely roamed the manner or attended classes in the schoolroom that George paid for because he refused to allow them to work at such a young age.

The two housekeepers were orphans of the previous town vicar.  They heaped praise upon George as their protector.  No man from town would bother the twins whilst knowing doing so would land them in from of George.  Their aunt by marriage was the town modiste and she was very French.  It was certainly for the best that they were not left to her influence alone.

The gardener was a quite sort.  She didn't get much out of him but a welcome and a dismissal.  The man was in his later years and walked with a painful limp.  They didn't have much of a garden and she suspected George employed  the man to ensure he had a roof over his head.

“Miss, I'm happy to try to fix anything you like.”  The cook insisted.

Belladonna leaned against the table as she gave the older woman her full attention.  “Mrs. Caster, what ever you fix will be more than satisfactory.  The only time I may make a special request is if we have guests and then I will be sure to request it far enough in advance not to inconvenience you.”

George walked into the scene and smiled.  Belladonna would fit well in his household.  He walked up behind Belladonna and wrapped his hands around her waist.  “If this one gives you any problems just let me know Mrs. Castor, I will see to it she does not do it again.”

Belladonna pushed his hands off of her body and stepped aside.  “George...”  She hissed at him, hoping her voice was low enough that Mrs. Caster could not hear her.  “...it is not proper to be so free with your affections in public.”

He laughed and gave her a quick kiss.  “I believe we've had this conversation before, wife.”

“George Livery, you are an incorrigible rake.”  Belladonna huffed.

“I thought I was a flirt.”  He teased.

Belladonna bit back a laugh.  “No, you have more assuredly progressed to being a rake.”

He smiled and led her from the kitchens and towards the bedroom.  “Then, Bella, I shall just have to spend the evening and all of the day to come doing any number of rakish things.”

They fell into bed and made love.  Almost thirty hours later they set sail for London.

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Belladonna paced on the deck of the ship as they approached the port of London.  Her nerves were getting the better of her.  “Are you sure our marriage license will be there?”  She asked George again.

He patted her face indulgently.  “I am sure of it.  The ship it was on was a full three days ahead of us.”

George trusted his men; they would make it to London and get the special license taken care of.  He was sure of it as they departed the ship and he was positive of it the moment that they stepped into the foyer of the Loomcroft house. 

They waited in the foyer.  His hand rested protectively on the small of her back.  Suddenly, the study door burst open.  Carl rushed Belladonna and took her hands in his.  “My love, I was so worried!”  He looked over at George.  “How can I ever repay you for delivering my wife, brother?”

The color drained out of his face just as quickly as it filled Belladonna's.  Her mask of indifference fell into place.  “There has been some mistake.”

Martin Loomcroft cleared his throat.  “There most certainly has.  Belladonna would never marry without my permission.”

Belladonna's voice filled with anger.  “I would.  Just not to that.”  She motioned towards Carl.  “Father, this is my husband, George Livery.”

Martin shook his head.  “Daughter I have seen the license myself. It looks legal.”

George's mind finally comprehended that legally Belladonna was married to Carl.  He rushed his brother and slammed him up against the wall by his throat.  “Damn you, Carl!  Did it hurt you so badly that I was happy?  You can take your bloody paper and keep it.  Bella is my wife.”

Belladonna rubbed his bicep.  “Put him down, George.  I will not see you jailed for murder.”