The Rake's Progress - Chapter 19

A woman is never safe when there's a Rake in the room, but he is accepted anywhere in society and can be found in many different boudoirs as well as their beds. The Regency Rake can be the worse and often use their handsome, virile looks, his expensively fashionable clothing, his manners, his money and especially his title.  So how is this Rake getting on?

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My Rake’s Progress 

Written by Miss Louisa Ayling.

Near the end of 1811, Matthias is attempting to forget Horatia by spending more time in other women's beds, and finds an expensive one that has the appearance of Horatia. Can she give him the succour he needs to sate his lust?

Captain Sherrington, is longing for the day that he returns to England to be with his fiancée, away from the hell he is facing daily whilst doing his duty.

Horatia is invited by her friend Melissa to a Christmas House Party at Trench Hall, the country residence of Sir Harvey Trench, to get her away from her mother.

When they cross paths again, can Matthias really crush his feelings for Horatia. Will she be too tempting, and would he be able to Waltz with her, or put him in a too vulnerable position?

Let's see what unfolds in Chapter 19.

Transcript

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A woman is never safe when there's a rake in the room, but he is accepted anywhere in society and can be found in many different boudoirs as well as their beds. The Regency rake can be the worse and often use their handsome, virile looks, his expensively fashionable clothing, his manners, his money and especially his title.

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So how is this rake getting on? In My Rake's progress. Written by Miss Louisa Ailing.

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Near the end of 1811, Matthias is attempting to forget Horatia by spending more time in other women's beds, and finds an expensive one that has the appearance of Horatia. Can she give him the sucker he needs to sate his last? Captain Sherrington is longing for the day that he returns to England to be with his fiancee, away from the hell he is facing daily whilst doing his duty. Horatia is invited by her friend Melissa to a Christmas house party at Trench Hall, the country residence of Sir Harvey Trench, to get her away from her mother. When they cross paths again, can Matthias really crush his feelings for Horatia? Will she be too tempting, and would he be able to waltz with her, or put him in a too vulnerable position?

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Let's see what unfolds in chapter 19. December 1811. Miss Lydia Bushel's boudoir.

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Matthias stood with his torso naked behind the tall, voluptuous Lydia, his legs braced apart, muscles flexing in his tight buckskin breeches and knee-high riding boots with a full-length mirror showing her every naked curve, her caramel hair cascaded down her back to her hips. His hands caressed her breasts, squeezing her turgid nipples. Her lips were pouted as he told her what he required of her. But, my lord, you cannot honestly want me in that way? She sighed, distractedly. Oh, most definitely I do, Lydia dear. I know that you are quite willing, I heard Lord Steventon brag about it at White's in the summer, so, no need to be coy with me. Oh the silly man, he told me he would never tell, it was to be our little secret. Sadly, Steventon is renowned for his lack of discretion, especially when he imbibes too much, so nothing is a secret for long with him, I'm afraid. He said as he continued to caress her nakedness, his hands moved in hypnotic movements. Can I not talk you into something a bit more playful? Lydia said as she turned to him and curled his chest hair and her pointy nailed slim fingers that were spread across the tautly muscled chest, but looking down to his semi-erect cock stretching the front on his breeches, following down the line of hairs that disappeared at his waistband. No. I want to tie you up, spread Eagle on your stomach. If you were willing to let Stevenson have his fun, then you can at least oblige me, as you know I will reward you very well, as usual. Lydia visibly swallowed hard and looked up into his severe expression and realized he was serious, then she stroked the diamonds that glintered at her neck. We have had lots of fun so far, Lydia my dear, do you think it will not be fun? I'm not one for pain. Pain and pleasure can feel very close to each other in the hands of an expert, I can show you, my dear. He lifted her chin with a long elegant finger, making her look into his eyes while he observed her reaction. He could see she was apprehensive, almost scared. Stevenson didn't treat you well, did he? He must be a sadist. She nodded. I'm not a sadist, I just like to play and have fun, not torture with my sexual partner, Lydia, do you understand? I will make it pleasurable for you, so much so you'll want more. He spoke in a sensually gravelly deep voice. His hand slid along her jaw, then slipped around to her nape and pulled her towards him as he lowered to devour her lips in a ravishingly erotic kiss, his tongue stroking and probing, that made her toes curl, heat surged downwards to her lower belly to her apex and her legs nearly buckled. She knew he was a skillful lover, but this was just his kiss. He lifted his head and looked into her eyes when they flickered open, and they had deepened from light hazel to deep moss green showing her arousal, her response pleased him. So, shall we play together, Lydia my dear? She nodded, as he guided her over to the large four-poster bed. Kneel on the bed, my sweet, that's it, now lay on your front. I'll promise to spoil your lovely breasts later. Make sure your head is comfortable and you can breathe. Once you're comfortable, I have these silk scarves, which I will tie you loosely to the bed. She obeyed his instructions, and he knelt next to her and then he also tied a scarf to cover her eyes. Your senses will be more alert if you cannot see, it increases the sensations, making it even more erotic. He slid off the bed. He quietly plucked a rose from the bouquet he had gifted her. Slowly he knelt on the bed between her legs, his buckskin grazing her inner thighs. She moved her head side to side in fear in the quiet expectations, the unknown. He gently touched her nape with the petals, then slowly dragged it down her spine, repeating it several times from her shoulders to her hips, then over her buttocks and down each leg, first the left side, then the right, then on her inner thighs and over the luscious feminine lips, then back up to her nape again. He repeated this several times. Her body flexed and shuddered, as she sighed and groaned in response. He then stood and retrieved his riding crop, and did the same motion, but once he got to her buttocks he tapped them firmly but not viciously, then soothed the area with his hands and lips, then swiped and soothed again, six times in total, moving down from the hip to below the globes, so it tantalized her keem. It stung but was also very sensual. Did you enjoy that, my dear? She nodded a yes. I told you that it could be fun. He continued his pain pleasure session with warmed chocolate and then cold sorbet, which he applied, then used his tongue to lick it off her body and her keem, then kissed Lydia's lips ravenously, as a reward. Then I took a whip he teased her, dragging it over her skin, then he flicked her buttocks, which he also soothed them, the repeated with a large white feather, and finished with trickling champagne down her back, then letting it cascade very slowly between her buttocks down between the lips of her pussy, which he followed with his tongue, starting it at her nape's tongue lick, flicked and lathered, but he also nibbled and bit. Once he reached the folds of her keen, he poured the remaining champagne between her buttocks, then collected it with his tongue licking in between her folds, with his tongue touching her sensitive nub and the entrance to her velvet sheath. Oh, God, Matthias! She screamed out, her hips jolting and jumping in response, as she careened and reached a climax on his tongue, her sheath clasping his tongue tightly. He slapped her buttocks and continued his sexual torture with his tongue and fingers until she climaxed again, then he slid off the bed and untied her, so she could turn over. That was a different experience than the one that Steventon gave me. You are, as they say, a magnificent lover, no wonder the women flock to you, and you don't need to pay for your pleasure. So, why did you choose to spend your time with me, Matthias? You remind me of the woman I love, Lydia, that is all. She must be very special, as I know your seven-day rule, and you've shared my bed for at least 18 days so far. Why don't you just set me up as your mistress full time? Because I do not need an attachment in my life at this time, Lydia. Well, what about the woman you love? I'd planned that she would wait for me, but I did not tell her, so sadly she's now engaged, so I may spend my whole life with no permanent attachment. You may find me around every now and again. Lydia sauntered up to him seductively. Now, it is your turn for you to release that interesting swelling in your breeches, and see what games I can play with it. She said as her fingers slid around his nipples, squeezing them, and down his abdomen to his placket, followed by her tongue. She quickly unfastened the buttons to release his manhood, as she knelt before him, gently clasping it as it sprung rigidly free from its constraint and grew in her hand as she stroked it up and down, up and down before taking it in her mouth, making him hiss loudly. She fundled his borlocks and she rhymically stroked his cockstand with her mouth, licking and flicking with her tongue, it felt like his legs were going to buckle. His breathing was becoming rapid, he groaned as she ran her tongue around the corona just below the head, especially at the frenulum which had him shuddering, she then took his full length into her mouth and down her throat. He gripped onto one of the bedposts and his other hand was on her head, his fingers threaded through her hair. God, that's good, Lydia. Oh God. His muscles clenched, his head thrown back as she swallowed his seed. Once he stopped convulsing and shuddering as his climax fizzled out, he hauled her up and kissed her again, tasting his seed in her mouth and he fell back onto the bed taking her with him. When he released her, she removed his boots then his breeches, and they got under the covers and rested before the next time. It was four in the morning when Matthias eventually strode down the steps of Lydia's Bloomsbury townhouse after his fifth climax, and he still did not have the feeling of fulfillment. Lydia was the closest woman he had met who reminded him of his little pink pen hen, and she could not quench that thirst and obsession. It was driving him demented. He was angry, frustrated, as she was out of reach. Damn it. He said under his breath as hit his boots swiftly with crops several times, then took the reins from the footman and mounted his horse for the short journey home.

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December 1811. Stanwyek Hall.

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Heston stood eagerly in the hallway as Horatia forlornly sauntered slowly down the last few steps onto the marble floor. She noted the look on Heston's face, the broad smile crinkling the corners of his eyes as his dimple appeared on his left cheek. Miss Stanweek, there are three letters for you, Miss. She took them from him, thanking him, his eyes following her sad little figure as she wandered into the breakfast room. Her father sat there looking fatigued, chewing in a sausage. Good morning, papa. She stood by his chair and kissed his cheek. He grumbled incoherently. Are you unwell, Papa? No, dear, I feel quite unwell. It's your mother. She's driving me to distraction. Horatia sat and placed her letters next to her plate. That's Mama for you. She watched her father's face as she selected eggs and toast from the serving dishes. The meal continued in silence, and Horatia quickly went to the morning room that overlooked the rose garden. Sitting on the sofa close to the fire to read her letters. She looked at each letter, and there were two from Justin and one she recognized, as Melissa. She checked the dates of Justin's letters, she broke the seal, then unfolded the first one. My darling, Horatia. I hope my letter finds you well, as I have not had the opportunity to write to you as often as I liked to. I'll be glad to leave here, it is like hell on earth, and will be pleased to see your beautiful face in reality. Your portrait fob is always next to my heart, unless I remove it to look at you. It keeps me going and I know that once I am back in England again I will see you for real. I am looking forward to being with you and our marriage taking place very soon after my return. At the present, my memories of your intimate kisses, your gift and my dreams are the only things that help me to survive. It has just become November, so only just over a month is left before my return, and I'm counting the days until I have you in my arms once more. Please write soon, I love receiving your letters. Your loving words help to lighten my days, and I reread them over again and again. I love you with my heart and my body, and cannot believe that we've been apart for over eight months. Seeing you again, my lovely Horatia will be the greatest Christmas gift I could ever receive. Your loving fiance, Justin.

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Captain Sherrington of the Third Dragoon Guards. Horatia held his beloved letter to her heart, then opened the next one.

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My dearest, darling, Horatia. I will not be home in the new year as I was originally led to believe. The date they are now saying will be delayed until the first quarter of 1812. Lord Wellington has ordered and the War Office has agreed. I am so very sorry, my darling, that we have to postpone our wedding, setting a later date. It breaks my heart that we will continue to be parted by this damned war, as I am sure it does yours. I could not believe it when I received my orders. In fact, I was very angry. I have written to my mother and my brother to inform them of the situation, and I am sure they will be in contact with you as soon as they can, and organise the temporary cancellation of our wedding, much to my heartbreak. Please forgive me and our British army for retaining me in this way. They have promised to not extend my departure again, which is at least one posity within this distressing delay. My loveliest, Horatia, how I miss your smile and your lips, I am impatient to be with you once again, my love, and have you in my arms. It is the only consolation that I have in this situation that once it is over I will have what I have been missing this whole time. Please forgive your eternally loving fiancée. Justin. Captain Sherrington of the Third Dragoon Guards. Using the fine linen handkerchief, she dropped the letter on the sofa and held it to her face as the tears ran in cascades, with loud sobs emanating from her due to her distress. This is how Lady Stanwyek found her eldest daughter an hour later. What is wrong, Horatia? Horatia hiccupped and swallowed, trying to find the breath to answer her mother. It's Justin. Her mother frowned in worry, then asked, What's happened? He's not coming home as planned. The wedding is cancelled. Horatia started crying again, and her mother sat down next to her, after picking up the letters, which she quickly read as Horatia continued to hick up and sigh, as tears still ran down her cheeks. I'm sure it is only delayed, it will be rebooked to a more convenient date once he returns. Mama, it's just that with Justin remaining out there, it means that he is being put in more danger. It just frightens me. Lady Stanwyek put her arm around her daughter's shoulder. He has been fine so far, another month will not necessarily make any difference, my dear. Now come, dry your eyes and let us go to Sir Humphrey's manor. It was the last thing that Horatia felt like doing. She just wanted to curl up on her bed and recover, and come to terms with having to wait longer to see him. It worried her and she needed time alone. Sorry, Mama, but I really do not feel that I would be very good company today, I'm afraid. I need time to think about all of this. I understand, Horatia, but I don't want you moping around for too long. Lady Stanweek watched her daughter's reaction, and she realized there was another unopened letter, there's another letter for you here, Horatia. Oh yes, I forgot it. Thank you, Mama. Lady Stanweek left Horatia to come to terms with her disappointment as she maid was to the entrance hall to collect Adelaide and her palace.

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The 24th of December 1811, Christmas at Trench Hall.

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The blue drawing room at Trench Hall was warm, the fire crackling in the hearth offering a welcoming sight for the thirty local attendees who lived in under an hour from the hall coming in from the frosty evening. There was a cacophony of chatter from the occupants, and Horatia wandered around the room with a glass of untouched sherry in her hand, after coming down from Melissa's bedroom, which was next to her own for the week. She had decided to come down ahead of her friend, as she was still being dressed, with special care, it was noted. Dinner was to be served at eight and there was only around fifteen minutes to wait until the butler made his announcement. It seems there will be an odd number too, as one guest had apparently not arrived, she was told, a gentleman, but no clue who it was. The host, Sir Harvey Trench, excused himself from the small group of gentlemen he was in discussion with and suddenly stalked across the room, going out into the hallway as a disturbance was occurring with a late arrival entering the manor. Loud talking and footmen scurrying around with trunks and valises, and the latecomer was escorted up the wide staircase, being taken to his rooms by the housekeeper, and Sir Harvey returned escorting Melissa into the room on his arm, and set about introductions. Ten minutes later the latecomer entered the room. Horatia was just about to take a sip of her sherry, a sip she never took, as her eyes landed on him. There he stood, all tall, dark foreboding, a chiseled hardness on his face, his eyes burning into her. Horatia felt her knees buckle as the butler made the announcement. Lord Matthias Templeton, Marquis of Bembridge. He looked away and his face broke into a smile as Sir Harvey came up to him and guided him around to introduce him to the other guests. Melissa was soon by her side, as Horatia started to tremble, and was encouraged to sit on the light blue bricade sofa. She wondered how she was going to cope with his presence in such a close proximity over the holidays. The look in his eyes did not offer a comfortable time for her. So much for an opportunity to recover from the shock of Justin's time being extended and being in the company of such a rake who affects her so much. What she did not realize was that Matthias was going through the same turmoil, being so close to the untouchable peehen.