The Duke and The Governess (8 page)

‘How can you be so hurtful
?’’ she mumbled
and looked up at his impressive height with a practiced pout
.
She looked like a petulant child at odds with her blatant sexuality.

‘It’s easy when you don’t mean anything. Nobody means anything.’ He said harshly as he pulled on his shirt. ‘I lost any
finer
feelings I had for the fairer sex when I made the mistake of marrying
that whore
Victoria
Asquith
.’ He shoved his cravat in his jacket pocket and struggled to get the tightly tailored coat over his substantial shoulders. He looked down on her as if she was a specimen under the microscope. ‘I used your body to satisfy mine, that’s all. There will be no repeat performance. If I see you out and about in Town I will ignore you, so don’t try and make a connection with me that doesn’t exist.’
He picked up his hat and gloves
,
went to the door, turned and bowed at her. ‘Thank you, Madam. It was satisfactory.’ He said coldly and left leaving the woman on the bed sitting amongst the rumpled linen with her mouth open.

John let himself out of the door and signalled his carriage which caught up with him as he got to the corner of St. James’s Street. ‘Home. George.’ He told the coachman as he climbed in and relaxed on the seat. He rested his head back and closed his eyes until the footman opened the door and cleared his throat.

‘Gosh, home already? That didn’t take long.’

‘Good morning, Your Grace.’ The footman said evenly as the Duke walked passed him. The butler was already standing with the door open. ‘Good morning, Your Grace.’ Butcher said firmly, trying to hide the small smirk on his lips.

‘Don’t smirk, Butcher. It doesn’t become your exalted position.’

‘Yes, Your Grace. Lord Edward arrived last evening, and has taken up the Green suite, as usual.’

‘Is he in now?’

‘No, Your Grace. I believe he is still losing money at some back room game in Soho.’

‘He’ll be destitute soon.’ John muttered.

‘The sooner, the better, Your Grace. Once you cut him off at the knees, our maids won’t have to avoid him.’

‘He’s not still trying to screw my maids is he?’ John asked indignantly as he stripped off his hat and gloves.

‘He is, Your Grace.’ Butcher s
aid firmly. ‘I have advised Betsy
to go and see her mother for the next few days and promised I would tell her when he was gone.
All other maids have been restricted below stairs.
’

‘Well, just watch him, Butcher. If anything goes missing I want to know.’

‘Yes, Your Grace.’ Butcher said and watched the Duke take the stairs two at a time.

John strode purposefully to the ducal suite where Masters, his valet was waiting for the footmen to finish filling a bath.

‘Your bath is nearly ready, Your Grace and I’ve added the usual concoctions for dealing with a sore cock and the pox!’ Masters smiled beatifically. He viewed it as his personal responsibility to keep the house of Warwick free from sexually transmitted diseases like syphilis and the clap.

John sniffed the water as the footman poured the last jug in. ‘That smells like an apothecary’s shop!’

‘It don’t matter what it smells like, Your Grace, only that it works.’ He sighed deeply. ‘You wouldn’t want to meet the woman of your dreams and give her the raging pox, now would you?’ Master
s
said as he pulled the jacket off the Duke’s arms
,
‘there’d be no heirs down that road!’
and
he turned and
took it into the dressing room.

John quickly removed the rest of his clothes and plunged into the hot water, lying back to soak his body. ‘There’s not much chance of that.’ John said and added softly, ‘I met her a long time ago and lost her in the same night.’

Masters arrived back and started to pick up the discarded clothes from the floor. ‘You didn’t give her an oral, did you?’ he asked impertinently.

‘No I didn’t.’ John said firmly, solemnly shaking his head.

‘Good. I wouldn’t want to make you gargle with your bath water!’ Masters replied and vanished again into the dressing room.
John shook his head as he recollected the last time he admitted having oral sex and Masters had enlisted Butchers help to hold him while Masters forced the bath water in his mouth. It would have been so much easier just to gargle with the damned stuff instead of becoming all Ducal with those two and suffering a wrenched back and stiff shoulders the next morning! He leaned over and grabbed a glass from the table, dipped it in the water and sloshed it around his mouth, before spitting it back into the bath. The taste made him cough, but at least he wouldn’t get the pox from her kisses. John didn’t usually kiss
the
wom
a
n he was having sex with, but this woman had been like a leech. Her lips had been stuck somewhere on his body all night, including his mouth
after they’d been
around his cock
.

‘Well done, Your Grace. Much better to do it off your own bat, than me having to get Butcher to help me force the issue. Will you be needing fresh clothes now, or are you going to bed for a while?’
He
reached for the brandy decanter and poured a fresh glassful for the Duke.

‘I’ll get a couple of hours and then go to the house late.’
John accepted the glass and threw the spirit down his throat, feeling it burn all the way down.

‘Very good, Your Grace.’ And Masters went to turn down the bed. John stood up in the bath and scrubbed himself from head to foot, rinsed himself off and then dried himself before flopping face down on the crisp clean sheets of his own bed and drifting off to t
he usual picture of Jessica Gord
on’s innocent face.
...
She smiled at him and licked her lips, making him groan as lust spiked through his cock. He was astonished as her eyes dropped to his groin and her smile widened. “Who’s a big boy, then!” she murmured and he watched in fascination as she dropped to her knees and opened his britches,
one sensual button at a time, e
ach time stroking the backs of her fingers over his swelling manhood. He watched his cock lurch free as the front of his britches slowly folded open and Jessica gasped as he was revealed for
her
delectation. “Oh! My! You are big!” she
panted
in awe and looked up at him with her innocent eyes and licked her lips again causing his shaft to throb. “Do you want me to suck it?”
All he could do was nod at the nymphet kneeling before him. Her hair was loose, cascading down her back like a dark waterfall and she was wearing some sort of
white
gossamer gown that her body glowed through. It was being blown about in the breeze like her hair. “Do you?” she asked again and her hand was small and gentle as she clasped his sh
aft firmly, before her pointed tongue flicked out and touched the head of his cock, sliding over it in such a sublime way that John almost
shot his seed all over her face
. His knees almost gave out as he watched her cherry lips slide down over his shaft until he could feel the reflex of her throat, as she gagged on his large member. “Yes!” burst from him as her tongue slid up the length of his cock as she pulled her mouth up and then slid it down again. She sucked him right at that moment and he couldn’t stop his fingers from clutching her hair and he lost all sense of himself
as he stroked his engorged shaft
in and out of her wicked mouth. Her fingers stroked and tweaked his testicles, driving him to the brink. His orgasm was so sudden that he couldn’t pull out of her mouth and he cried out in ecstasy as his penis pulse
d
and his seed shot down her throat
....
John jerked awake from the erotic dream to find his fist
clenched around his cock and it
spilling his seed over the sheets. He felt like an adolescent after his first wet dream
and wondered why he always saw Jessica sucking him off in his dreams. He turned over and dozed off again, eventually.

‘Good morning, Your Grace.
’ Master said brightly as he pulled the curtains from over the windows.
‘It is now
nearly ten o’clock and you need to get ready to go to the house.’

‘How many hours have I had?’ John mumbled as he opened his eyes and squinted against the bright sunshine pouring through the window.

‘About four hours, Your Grace.’ Masters said from the dressing room. ‘Lord Edward has only just come home with his pockets hanging out again.’ H
e
sighed. ‘H
e
seems most disgruntled this morning.’

‘Well, make sure you help Butcher keep an eye on the silver.’ John said firmly. ‘I don’t want any of it to go missing.’

‘Yes, Your Grace. Will you take breakfast in your suite?’ Masters asked as he held a dressing gown for the Duke.

‘No I think I’ll go down to the breakfast room after I’ve stopped by the nursery to see Elizabeth.’ John replied as he tied the gown about his body and went to the washstand, where there was hot water wait
ing
and Masters was busy stropping his razor.

‘Yes, Your Grace.’

John turned his face over to his valet and sat back to enjoy a close shave. Masters was particularly deft at shaving and had been well trained by the old Duke’s valet. John swilled his face in hot water and patted it dry on a thick towel, remarking again that Masters hadn’t drawn any blood. He didn’t recollect Masters ever cutting his f
ace in all the years he’d been the
Duke. He dressed quickly in the sombre clothes that he wore most of the time. Although his
official mourning had been finished for
over a year, John still wore the dark clothes as a reminder at how life can change in the blink of an eye. He’d never loved Victoria, but he had married her and she was his wife, so he showed the respect due to the deceased Duchess.
He yanked his boots on and stood for Masters to help him into his superfine jacket.

‘There, Your Grace. Ready to face another day.’ Masters said happily.

‘Yes, that’s right. It’s just another day.’ The Duke muttered as he moved away from the mirror and strode out of the door.

On the same floor at the other end of the landing was a huge nursery and as John opened the door he heard squeals of delight as his young daughter was running around the main school room, being chased by her Nanny.

‘Good morning, Nanny!’ he said loudly and Elizabeth’s head almost span off her shoulders she turned it so quick.

‘Daddy!’ she squealed and ran to him. John grabbed her under the arms and threw her up in the air, before catching her and settling her wriggling body on his hip.
She had his blue eyes and her mother’s blond curls, they jiggled and jounced around her face and gave her an impish quality that her mother had lacked.

‘And how is my little princess this morning?’ he asked and kissed his child on her
rosy
cheek.

‘I’m fine, Daddy.’ She said and smiled like an angel. ‘Can I have a puppy?’ she asked brightly.

‘Not yet, you’re still a little young for one. But I’ll ask if the grooms have one for you to play with in the yard.’

‘Oh!’ she huffed and pouted. John felt a flare of anger, because she looked just like Victoria when she pouted like that and she hadn’t realised that it was a useless tactic to get what she wanted.
‘Are you going to play with me this morning?’ she asked innocently and his heart turned over.

‘No. I’m afraid I must go to the House of Lords today and see what is happening in the war.’ He kissed her again and stood her on the floor and immediately she rushed off and started running around the school room again

‘Didn’t we just win a big battle in Spain, Your Grace?’ the nanny asked softly. Mrs. Beaton was a very soft spoken woman, with a firm disposition who wouldn’t take any nonsense from Elizabeth.

‘We did. The siege at Badajoz. The first casualty lists are supposed to be arriving today along with Lord Wellington’s dispatches and the Lord Chancellor thinks they should be read to the house. I think Liverpool is behind this and is trying to jerk the old peers out of their brandy haze to release more funds for the army.’

‘Perhaps it will work, Your Grace, and those young men won’t have died for nothing.’

‘They won’t have died for nothing if we
can actually beat Napoleon.’ He
responded.
He smiled at Elizabeth and took his leave, before going into the breakfast room and
eating some tea and toast and then
calling his carriage and travelling to the House.

As he strolled into the
Central Hall of the House,
which separates the Lord’s from the Common’s,
John was surprised to see members gathered around a pillar displaying lists. He sauntered over and stood next to the Duke of Norfolk.

‘Robbie? What’s all the fuss?’ he asked softly.

‘Morning, Johnny. These are the lists of the dead from Badajoz. Lord Liverpool thought it would be a good idea to display them where everybody could have a look. You can see they’re popular!’