That Rake's Progress - Chapter 16

That intriguing Rake is a rogue, but a Regency Rake even more so, and you never know where they may hide - usually in plain sight,  That Rake’s Progress Written by Miss Louisa Ayling.

The harsh winter’s shroud 1811 shows no sign of relenting over England's fair land, its effects especially felt at Stanwycke Hall.

Captain Sherrington makes his appearance at Stanwycke Hall desperate to seek out his fiancée, to spend time with her, getting to know her better..

Will the Captain seduce Horatia, showing her his love, or is he just another Rake?

So, shall continue with the story in the world of the Regency romance in Chapter 16.

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That intriguing rake is a rogue, but a regency rake even more so, and you never know where they may hide, usually in plain sight. In The Rake's Progress. Written by Miss Louisa Ailing. The harsh winter's shroud of 1811 shows no sign of relenting over England's fair land, its effects especially felt at Stanweek Hall. Captain Sherrington makes his appearance at Stanweek Hall desperate to seek out his fiancee, to spend time with her, getting to know her better. Will the captain seduce Horatia, showing her his love, or is he just another rake? So, shall continue with the story and the world of the Regency romance in chapter 16. February 1811. Stanweek Hall, Sussex. The winter was harsh, with no respite allowing for activities outside the home, and Lord Stanweek had decided that going to London would help improve his life. Being confined in Sussex with his family, although he loved his children, was enough for him to make the decision to escape. His love for his wife had waned many years previously, and now just being in her presence was driving him to drink, as the invoices from his suppliers, Berry Brothers and Rudd, would testify. His escape was forestalled, much to his chagrin, due to a letter from Captain Sherrington that had informed him of his planned visit, if it was in the least convenient. Lady Stanwyek was extremely pleased about having him as a guest, which meant that her lord could now not sneak off to London as he had planned. He explained that the weather had not permitted an earlier visit, much to everyone's disappointment. He also explained that he had planned an earlier visit where he had hoped to stay much longer, but he now needed to be at Horse Guards at an earlier date than he had originally been led to believe. His superior officer had ordered his presence. The captain arrived on 8 February, which fell on a Friday, so Lady Stanwyck organized a dinner party on the Saturday evening in his honour, and to introduce him to a few select local families, and Horatia's friends. He was able to attend church with the family on Sunday, with Lady Stanwyck finding as much as possible to entertain their guest. He found it inordinately frustrating, as all he wanted was to spend time alone with Horatia, getting to know her, and her body, as thoroughly as was possible, and not share her with all and sundry. As the weather had not improved by much, it no longer snowed, but it was still extremely cold, with bitter northerly winds and constant rain making everywhere wet and muddy, with temperatures rarely reaching above 50 degrees Fahrenheit. So, walking out in the gardens and finding the little enclosed temple was not on the cards. Horatia would find a quiet spot to be with him so that they could talk, and hopefully kiss her, without interruptions, but every time either Adelaide or her mother would appear. Only one of her brothers was in residence and he was too involved in the family estate business to consider his sister and her fiancee. It wasn't until later the following week that Horatia suddenly found herself alone in the house with the captain. It was a slightly warmer day awing a little more freedom of movement outside. Her mother had taken a carriage to make belated morning calls on a few neighbors, and had taken Adelaide with her, believing that his lordship and Jonathan would be chaperone, but they also had plans, going out themselves to check the perimeter of the estate after the bad weather, which would obviously include a visit to the local hostelry. An excuse to escape the hall's confines. She found the captain in the library sitting on the gold-draped sofa in front of the fire, reading. One of my favorites. It does take one away to such beauty, but one does not need to visualize beauty when it stands before one. He put his book on the table, quite forgot, clasped her hand, swiftly tugged her down, and suddenly she found herself sitting on his lap. Captain, was that a military maneuver, sir? I do believe it was. One has to use all one's resources to obtain the right position, removing all obstacles and defenses, leading him to conquer and win. So, you plan to conquer, then, sir? She said playfully, as his face came nearer, his eyes a smoldering blue, and he noticed her eyes drop to his sensuous lips. I most certainly do, madam. He breathed seductively. His lips fixed onto hers and she closed her eyes and melted into him, he changed his angle. A tactical move. He mumbled on her lips, as he took them again, ravishing her, licking, stroking and probing with his tongue, and Horatia joined in, enjoying the sparring match within the kiss. The captain broke the kiss, they were both panting wildly, chests heaving in synchronicity, and Horatia gave a little pleading mew of disappointment. He settled his forehead on hers. You do realize that no one is at home, Justin. She stated boldly, looking straight into his eyes, a smile curved his lips. You naughty girl, Horatia. Very naughty indeed. He placed his finger under her chin and lifted it so he could look into her eyes. I wonder what I should do to chastise you for such naughty behavior, madam. He had a wicked, mischievous glint in his eyes, making Horatia squirm on his lap. If you keep doing that, I may not be able to control the leash I am holding firmly onto myself with, Horatia. He responded in a deep gravelly voice full of restrained desire. Horatia sat still immediately. He continued to look into her eyes, and she sat wide-eyed looking back. She felt his hand caressing her back and her body slackened, and they both just kept looking into each other's eyes. Then she felt his fingers at her ankles, as he slit his hand up her calf, lifting her the skirt of her dress up with it on its journey to her stocking tops. She sucked in a breath at the invasion but tingled with excitement so did not stop his progress. His fingers soon reached the bare skin of her thighs, and he gently brushed a kiss over her lips, she closed her eyes, trying to understand the sensations she was feeling. Warmth radiated all over her, and it was not the heat from the fire that caused it. She groaned as he caressed her inner thigh, so close to her sex that she felt the slight touch of the ends of the cluster of hairs that protected it. She wanted to move her hips closer, in a pleading movement, but stopped herself due to his earlier threat. Then all of a sudden he flipped her over his lap and exposed the back of her thighs and her bottom, as he lifted her chemise. She felt nervously vulnerable. Then his hand swiftly spanked her globes a couple of times, producing pink hand marks on them. Now she squirmed to be released. She tried to twist her body to look at his expression. Justin, what was that for? She asked angrily, but a little frightened. His hand then distracted her as it caressed her derriere soothingly. He was enjoying the view as well as the feel. Well, I told you I would chastise you for being naughty. He spoke in a low, seductive timbre that made her inside clench with need. His hand had now delved between her thighs, as his lips kissed, licked and nibbled her buttocks, making her squirm, opening up to his caresses. She was warm and embarrassingly damp, in fact, she felt really wet, and was unsure if that was normal. He confirmed that with his next words. Oh my god, you are so wet, so ready for me to play with you. Will you let me, Horatia? Will you let me play a love-making game with you? I think you will enjoy it. She didn't respond at first, just taking in the sensations, making her want to push onto his hand. Yes. She hissed in the delirium of pleasure. She gasped as his fingers stroked her more thoroughly between her petals, which started to swell up due to his drugging attention. She started moaning with pleasure. In this position, her breasts were no longer contained in her bodice or her chemise and little corset, but she knew they wanted attention. She put her hands on them and caressed them, her nipples were already piqued and sensitive to her touch. She squeezed them and started to writhe on his hand. She could feel his large arousal under her abdomen and she was intrigued, wanted to touch it, see it. Sensations sparked out in all directions with all these thoughts and the aroused senses it caused in her. She was on fire. She couldn't keep still. His thumb found, then rubbed and squeezed a sensitive nub that made her cry out, then she felt a slender finger enter her, she still for a moment at the shock, but his soothing words and gentle probing brought her back to the longing, the need her body now had. She rotated and jerked her hips, her breathing so rapid, it was like she ran uphill, trying to reach the peak, then suddenly she shattered on the crest of a wave. As he entered a second finger, the fiction stoked her nerves to oblivion. He draped her skirt back over her lower body, then sat her next to him, putting his arm around her shoulders and drew her against him. Horatia was quiet for a while, coming back to reality, then she looked pensively up at him. What about you, Justin? You did not get any pleasure out of this. Not as I did. I enjoyed what I did to you, my darling, that is enough for now. I'm sure there must be something I can do to help you. She looked earnestly into his eyes, whilst blushing prettily. Please let me help you, Justin. He bent his head and kissed her again. Darling, you are so sweet, you do not have to do anything. But, I want to learn. To learn about you, Justin. I know. But you are an innocent. Surely what I could do to you would not affect my innocence? He took her hand and rested upon his tightness of his trousers, and she could feel his erection beneath the fine wool. This is me, and this is what you do to me. She wanted to squeeze it, feel it, in the flesh. She was nervous but inquisitive. She gently squeezed and it pulsed and grew harder. Don't, Horatia, you'll unman me. Why should I not give you some pleasure? She got onto her knees between his legs and started to unfasten the buttons of his placket. He stilled her fingers, she swiped them out of the way. No, Justin, I want to see, I just want to feel it. I cannot believe I can do this to you. Believe it, sweeting. Every time you are near, when I kiss you, and then when you kiss me back, this happens. Every time. He let her continue to unbutton him, release him to her view. Is it uncomfortable? Painful? Yes, and yes. Definitely. Especially with you, his placket lay open with his small clothes underneath. She undid the ties that held them in place. She could see the shape and size of him through the fine cotton. It is enormous. She squealed, how can you use it without causing pain? Once she undid his ties, she pushed the restrictive fabric away, her eyes became round. I was right, it's enormous and very hard. As she spoke, it twitched. And alive. She slowly placed a finger on it. Very alive, she said as it twitched again. And hot. She tentatively rubbed her finger up and down it in exploration. He hissed through his teeth as it pulsed violently. Did I hurt you? No, darling. He struggled to speak. It's it's just that my cock is sensitive. He took her hand and wrapped her fingers around it. If you want to learn to please me, then I can show you how. His voice was tight as he guided her hand to stroke his cock up, and then down slowly a few times, then let her continue unaided. Why do you call it a cock? I thought it was a penis, that's what the book said. It is a penis, but the more common term is cock. He groaned. Oh. Well it feels so smooth, like silk over iron. It feels so firm, so strong, too. She watched in fascination as it pulsed and its color darkened. He made a sound in his chest, so she paused. Did I hurt you? No. Don't stop. Please don't stop. She continued with her stroking, she saw a little bead of liquid at its tiny opening. She touched it with the finger of her other hand. He hissed loudly, then growled as she smoothed it around. God, you vixen. He gasped between his rapid breaths. You. He gulped another breath. You are driving me insane. Sorry. Don't be sorry. He suddenly extracted a handkerchief from his pocket and laid it on his abdomen. His face looked like it was in pain. Stroke a little faster, darling. She noticed that there were two parts of him hanging below that had tightened, so her fingers now explored those, whilst still stroking his cock. He jerked violently in her hand. Now I have hurt you. She was mortified. No, you haven't, you are exciting me so much. Just keep doing what you are doing. She continued stroking him and fondling his bullocks, but had a strange urge to kiss his cock. She looked up, and he had his head back and his eyes closed, so she leaned forward and kissed it. His eyes snapped open and saw her lick him. He swallowed hard. Darling? He asked unsteadily, then she slid his very erect cock into her mouth and sucked and flicked her tongue about. He was stunned as she plunged it into her mouth holding the base tight, she did it a few times and he quickly pulled it out of her mouth as he shot his seed into his handkerchief whilst crying out in deep guttural growls as it pumped. He just sat there, pulsing, stunned, his head thrown back on the sofa. Horatia stood up then sat next to him. Are you alright, Justin? He gave a little laugh. Alright? I've never been so alright, Horatia, darling. His eyes glinted as he smiled down at her, then kissed her rosy lips. I think I had better tidy myself up first. He did that swiftly, placing the handkerchief back in a pocket. Did you enjoy that? Learning something new? Yes, but I cannot believe that it was so large. How could I ever accommodate such a cook? He chuckled at her innocence. Kissed her lips again, then looked into her eyes, brushing back a loose tendril behind her ear as he spoke. Well, it's all down to being with the right person, in the right mood, and with the right stimulation. I'm sure you will have nothing to worry about on our wedding night, my darling. We will both enjoy ourselves. This was just a taster. Now that has made me think of something. He checked his fob watch, and was happy at what he saw. I think there's just time. He drew her against him and kissed her, a drugging kiss that had her spiraling again. Now I'd like to see you. Taste you, my love. He said over her lips, in a love-drunk haze, taking her lips again. She was panting as he squeezed her breasts, and tweaked her nipples, until she was panting. He slid his hand up her leg to her stocking top, hitching the skirt up as he went. He slowly broke the kiss to Horatia's disappointment and knell before her. You've already proposed, and I said yes. Horatia giggled. What I propose now is to worship you on my knees before you. He pushed her skirt and chemise up to her waist, and parted her legs. Beautiful. You're so beautiful, my darling. She trembled as his hands softly caressed her creamy white thighs, exploring their way upwards to her triangle of warm caramel-colored hair at the apex of her body. His finger found her cleft, still very wet from before. So warm and inviting. She quivered at his touch. Do you like this? He stroked gently back and forth, almost a tickle, but it produced a warm tingle in her womb. Yes. She breathed, her pants were starting to become more obvious to her ears, and obviously his too. He continued to stroke and squeeze her nub, she whimpered in response, gasping, squirming. He pulled towards him, and he bent his head. Suddenly his lips were on her. Justin? Just lay back, let me thank you in the most rewarding way I can think of. Oh my god, you are so ripe for my worship, darling, so ripe. He flicked her nub with his tongue then slid it back and forth between her lips. The sensations had Horatia gripping his shoulders, then his scalp, she was almost pushing his head closer in her arousal. Her moans, cries, and muse were a sure sign she was enjoying his attention. He suddenly sheathed his tongue inside her, she gripped his hair so hard at the intimate invasion, and he held her hips firmly in place. Oh God, Justin! She panted. Aye. Aye. Oh my god! Justin! Justin! Her cries were getting higher. Justin. Yes, Justin. Suddenly her sheath gripped around his tongue tightly and she spasmed and squirmed, finding it difficult to breathe, and she went rigid. He removed his tongue and slid two fingers in to continue her climax. She was breathing so heavily. He breasts out the top of her gown, exposed to his view. Such a beautiful sight of an aroused woman now in the throes of a thorough body shaking orgasm. He thought she looked glorious. The most beautiful sight ever. He could not wait for his wedding night, and the wedded bliss of her being in his bed every night would be, once he had completed his duty to the country, which should not take too long. He could not wait for that day to come. His Horatia was so right for him in every way.