The Wicked Confessions of Lady Cecelia Stanton Read Online Free Page B

was still raw and tender. Why, not yet a day had passed since he had first come upon me.
    My husband is, and has since remained, a man of substantial appetite.
    William’s hand came between us and for a long moment, it wrestled with the ties and buttons of his breeches. There was little else I could do but aid him and part my legs for ease of access to my sex.
    His hand then found my quim, wet with dew. He dipped a gentle finger there and brought it back to his mouth, tasting me.
    The gesture made that peculiar longing heat thickened there betwixt my thighs. His eyes met mine – they were knowing.
    ‘You’re ready for me?’ he asked.
    I could do naught but nod, as the thick, hot head of his staff nudged at my swollen gates. I remembered Bess’s wicked ministrations and that heat flared once more in my womb. I was surprised to find myself anticipating, with eagerness rather than fear, my husband’s attentions.
    William must have seen something in my eyes, as he gave a smug smile before lunging forth and impaling me on his staff. The gesture fair knocked the wind from my chest. It hurt, I cannot deny it. My womanhood had not recovered, and although his movements were slick and more considerate on this occasion, my body was unable to welcome them. Each forward lunge grated the tender flesh surrounding my sex, and I found myself enduring with difficulty the act I had hoped to receive pleasure from.
    William must have noticed, and for a brief moment I could see disappointment glisten in his eyes, before his face knotted in concentration and his lip gripped between his teeth as he worked furiously above me. He wanted to please me, I knew that implicitly, yet I could find no pleasure in his thrusting. I tried to relax and welcome his enthusiastic invasion but I confess here and now, I found myself wishing his staff was Bess’s fingers, and his groans of pleasure, my own.
    Our marital relations continued as such on a nightly basis. Afterwards, William would often leave my rooms to retire to the library, or his own rooms. When he did, almost always, Bess would return to me.
    I would speak at length with her about my husband’s activities and we would laugh about his robust attentions. Then Bess with her wicked hands and devilish lips strove to educate me to take pleasure from them. I feel I must state here that after those first few tender days, my womanhood became used to the girth of his staff and the enthusiastic manner with which he wielded it. I believe I took well to my conjugal duties to him, and eventually found a great deal of pleasure in them. Though, it is to my shame I admit that initially his cock was unable to satisfy and bring me to completion in the manner Bess’s skilful fingers did. And so her tutelage in the erotic arts continued. After William left my rooms sated, I would will Bess’s arrival, to await my own education and receive some satisfaction.
    I grew to love William in my own way during this time. He is a man with a rich sense of humour, though it often tends towards the vulgar. He is attentive, kind and generous to a fault. Quick to laugh, he was always ready and willing to cheer me when I found myself overwhelmed by my new, and at times, daunting status of lady of the house.
    When the weather was clement and the wind gentle, we would ride together – he on his black gelding and I on my chestnut palfrey. The grounds about Stanton are beautiful and as a riding companion, my husband excels.
    However, the pleasant equilibrium in which we found ourselves in those days was shortly and abruptly ended. It was a little over one month later, that I found myself with child for the first time.
    Of those early months, I recall little. What memories I have are of being terribly ill – a circumstance that has been repeated with every subsequent child. William called the physician early in my confinement so great was his concern. The physician, a stout and frankly odious man, stated that for the duration of my