Two if by River- Xmas 1677

[Louis Killington]

Having excused himself from the ball, Louis moved to enter his coach as if going home.  Instead, it went but a short distance and he exited quayside as it continued on its way.  The coach would return an hour later and await its master.

Meanwhile, Louis was met by his manservant Thomas, who escorted him into the cover barge.  The small stove was stoked inside and Louis sipped his flask of brandy as he awaited Bridget.  He had a separate flask for her, one with opium as well, hoping to make her drowsy.  His plan was to cater to her but leave her unfulfilled so that she would seek solace in other arms, hopefully Buckingham.  At the end, he'd give her the gift that would allow her to service herself.

[Aria]

On her way to the pier, Bridget didn't encounter anyone at all. Considering how cold it was, that wasn't unusual. She had not brought her cloak with her as she didn't want to risk her sisters looking for her and discovering it gone, and she shivered as she strolled to the place Louis had told her that his man would be waiting. She saw the boat as she walked down the stairs and smiled, knowing that he was inside anticipating her arrival.

 

The servant escorted her onto the barge and into the handsome Earl's presence. At least it was warm here, though she was still trembling, probably more from nervousness than from the chill. What if she didn't please him? She had deflowered herself but she was inexperienced in the art of lovemaking. Feeling suddenly shy and apprehensive, she hovered just inside the doorway, her mouth too dry to say anything.

 

[Louis Killington]

Louis was experienced enough to know apprehension when he saw it.  "Come in," he invited.  "The cold has your tongue."  

The interior was not plush but it was functional.  Handing her his flask of laced brandy, he encouraged "this will warm you."

Directing her to sit beside him near the stove, he sought to wrap his arms around her to help her relax.  "Now then, I owe you a kiss or three," he smiled.  "We are alone at last so you may be as familiar as you want with my person because I plan to be very familiar with your body tonight," he laughed. "Love's mysteries are a wonderful thing." 

[Aria]

“It is very cold out there,” Bridget whispered as she stepped toward him. “and I couldn't risk bringing my cloak.” She took the flask, her fingers brushing accidentally against his. That slight contact combined with his scent and his nearness sent a wave of intense desire washing over her. Louis was so handsome standing in front of her, the light from the lanterns and the burning stove playing upon his dark hair.  Finally he was all hers. The notion was exciting but a bit frightening, and her stomach churned alarmingly. Though she lifted the flask to her lips, she only wet them, afraid that if she swallowed, the brandy would come up again.

 

This is the moment I've been longing for. Why am I so nervous?

 

She sat beside him, and he could probably feel the tension in her trembling body when he wrapped his arms around her. His smile and his provocative words sent little thrills of pleasure rippling down her spine and his warmth lessened the chill within her. Bridget snuggled close to him, setting the flask of brandy upon the floor so that she could entwine her arms around his neck. She lifted her face toward his, eager for those kisses he had promised her. “Then teach them to me, my dearest Louis.  I am eager to learn how to please you.”

[Louis Killington]

This was not his first taming.  It was a chore to some but pleasure to him.  He was akin to a hunter who bagged prey in his snare.

"First I please you," he insisted.  He need to shake that nervousness and awaken the passion that laid chained underneath.  The formula was familiar.  There were kisses to loosen the tension, then a rubbing of her body and skin in a massage-like fashion to help loosen her nerves.  The next step was extending the touch from her face, shoulders, arms and breast to her ankles and legs.  that was often the hard part -- getting a maiden to open her legs.  Were Bridget not such a willing subject, he would need to lay atop her to slowly open the legs; but, here, he could perform the role of instructor and start stroking the ankles and legs so that he might get to the important destination.

The technique required nimble fingers to stroke, titillate and then slowly intrude.  From a snail-like pace one could increase intensity to the point where a woman might be charged enough, like a pistol, to explode.  Repeated explosions were a good thing before moving to replace the fingers with one's tongue.  Louis had yet to find a woman that could not be won over by dutiful attention to detail.  It could prove a long and messy affair, but, with luck, it would make her beg for him to join with her.

And so the minutes passed away with the Earl of Basildon proceeding through the plan of attack, ready to shift strategy if resistance was encountered; but, Bridget was there not to resist, but to be ravaged.  If all went well, he might have her spend repeatedly and then have her fall asleep before he might have to do anything further.

[Aria]

As soon as Louis' lips touched hers, desire flooded through Bridget's young body, dispelling most of her nervousness. After all, they had done this before and she knew what to expect. She responded eagerly with all of the skill he had taught her, and as he began to caress her, she first ran her fingers through his hair and then downwards, slipping them beneath his cravat to gently stroke his neck. The first touch of his bare skin intensified her longing and she brought her hands forward, trying to divest him of it.

 

Yet when he touched her bosom, she moaned, leaned back, and dropped her hands to her sides, allowing his own to wander where they pleased. The sensations he evoked in her were powerful and exciting, igniting a golden flame in that sacred place between her thighs. As Louis had hoped, it didn't take much effort to get her to open her legs, just the softest touch to her ankles.

 

Her moans increased in intensity as his hands glided sensuously upwards over her silk-clad legs until he reached her bare thighs. Knowing what was coming, she spread her legs wider, giving him full access to her garden of delights. Her hips bucked upward as his fingers touched her sensitive pearl and it only took a few expert strokes before she was writhing in pleasure. Bridget pulled his head down to hers for an ardent kiss while a climax even more exquisite than the the one he had given her in the carriage consumed her.

 

Though she wished it could last forever, her ecstasy began to fade and she pushed his hands away and sat up, pulling her skirts down to her thighs. Her lower legs, clad in mauve stockings embroidered with silver thread and held up with a silver ribbon, were still visible.

 

Most people considered Bridget dull because she was about as witty as a rock, but in truth, she was quite intelligent. If she was going to bind Louis to her forever, she couldn't just let him pleasure her over and over, as tempting as that was. She had to arouse him until he could resist her no longer, until she was all he could think of and having her was the only thing that mattered to him. Unfortunately, she wasn't certain how.

 

Smiling shyly, she scooted as close as she could to him without actually climbing on his lap. “I want to touch you the way you touched me,” she whispered, her teeth worrying her lower lip in an innocent fashion. Her nervousness was returning again. “Will you let me?”

[Louis Killington]

Though still dressed, Louis appraised Bridget's form as he played with her.  Her complexion, plumpness, bosom mass, and such were duly noted.

It was only after attempting to have her climax repeatedly did he let her fade a bit.  Only too happy to let her play with him, Louis unveiled his turgid member for her inspection.  "Warm your hands first," he laughed before encouraging her to touch it.  "Feel it.  Just as I pleasure you by licking and sucking your privates, so too do women do the same to their men.  Here, let me show you … ."  And so he did.

It was part of his plan to make Danby's daughter into a downright tramp if he could, doing things that ladies resisted.  He would see how obedient she would become.

[Aria]

“Ohhh!” Bridget stared wide-eyed at his rigid member. It was much thicker than a candle. However was that going to fit inside her? She was fascinated by it, though, even if before she could touch it, he was showing her more delights, inflaming her with his tongue until she was overcome with the most rapturous climax she had ever experienced. It took about the same amount of time to send her over the edge as it had the first time.

 

Sitting upright again, she reached out and tentatively touched his cock. It was warm and hard and she felt her desire rising yet again. Very softly, she stroked it, her fingers fluttering up the shaft and playfully encircling the smooth head of it. Moving her hand downwards, her fingers brushed against his balls and she fondled them briefly before moving back up. Encircling it with her hand, she pumped it gently, not really knowing why she did so. It just seemed right somehow.

 

“May I taste it?” she asked, her voice a bit hesitant.

 

[Louis Killington]

Bridget's fingers were still cool, but the heat Louis felt was enough to compensate.  The best thing to do was let a maiden play with it for some time, to become more familiar.

"But of course," Louis replied happily.  His task to turn the girl into a slut was well underway.  "Now then, let me show you the proper form."  This he did.  With narration, he gave his best advice on how to please himself and any gentleman, knowing that she would likely be too inexpert to cause a crisis.  Still, it would feel good, more ways than one.  "Yes, that is it," he encouraged.  He would await a sign that she grew tired of the action before taking a next step.

[Aria]

Her hands warmed up as she stroked him and that lovely heat spread pleasurably throughout the rest of her body. Her pearl still tingled and there was a deeper ache deep inside her that she had never felt before. It begged to be assuaged, and she knew of only one way that could be done. But first, she needed to make him want her so much that he would not be able to stop himself from plunging inside her.

 

Bridget listened carefully to his instructions, hanging on every word. As Louis had pleasured her so magnificently with his mouth, she saw nothing wrong in doing the same to him. Sex was a taboo subject among proper maidens, and she didn't know that most ladies would never do such things. Nor was she aware that he was basically teaching her whore's tricks.

 

Falling to her knees before him, her pink tongue darted out and tentatively licked the head of his member. It didn't taste as disgusting as she had feared; his unique flavor was actually quite pleasant. With his encouragement to bolster her confidence, she was soon licking, sucking and kissing his cock with more enthusiasm than expertise. Her eyes sought his face, hoping to it contorted with bliss. Maybe he would even moan in pleasure as she had.

 

Her own desire was escalating and she yearned for Louis to caress her again. After one last long lick, she removed her lips from his cock and rose, seating herself beside him again. “Did that please you,?”  Her face was flushed, her eyes bright with desire, and her voice was a bit breathless.  "Will you join with me now? I am burning for you, my dear Louis."

 

[Louis Killington]

"Very pleasing" Louis complimented.  Bridget made up in enthusiasm what she did not have in art.  One of his goals was to make her into a wanton wench, rather than a lady lover.  It would embarrass Danby moreso.  "A drink to celebrate," he offered, with his opium-laced brandy.  He needed to keep her inebriated so that she would either pass out or become incapable of not obeying him.

"Not yet," he assured her when she asked about joining.  "There is a ritual to it.  First comes a night of familiarization to be followed by a night of joining," he uttered softly as he sought to kiss her tenderly on the lips and then put his fingers to work again to keep her from becoming too sober about the subject.  "Too many lovers rush in to a connection, only to lose it quickly.  Rather, a relationship slower to build to forging are the ones that last the test of time.  Surely, you want us to be together for years, rather than days or weeks.  Both of us should be desperate for each other, after many opportunities.  We must go home satisfied enough but aching for culmination.  You will see," he counseled as he began to frig her more. 

[Aria]

Bridget beamed at his praise and she accepted the flask he offered her. The sip she took was a very small one, for she didn't want to become so drunk that she wouldn't be able to remember their eventual joining. She wanted to savor every second of their time together, for they might not be able to meet again before the end of the season.

 

They weren't going to make love tonight at all? The ritual he explained sounded like rubbish to her. Why tease each other to distraction only to part unfulfilled? His kisses and his magic fingers eased her disappointment a bit, but not completely. She did want to be with Louis for many years but couldn't that be accomplished better by sating their desires for each other? Why would he even suggest such a thing unless …

 

He was afraid. Her eyes widened in realization. Louis loved her so much that he feared that she would find another gentleman whom she preferred over him! He wanted her to keep longing for him so that she would never even consider taking another lover. Bridget wanted to tell him that he had no reason to doubt her loyalty, but if she revealed that she knew that he worried about losing her, he might push her away out of embarrassment. Men didn't like to admit their fears in front of ladies.

 

She would wait for him if she had to. Bridget was determined that he would be the one to initiate her into the mysteries and pleasures of lovemaking. She was a stubborn girl and she knew she would have no trouble keeping the vow that she had made to herself. Louis would be her first and she would turn down all other advances until they became one. She began to stroke his engorged member again, hoping to make him so mad for her that he would change his mind. 

 

“I am already desperate for you,” she gasped as a pleasurable tremor shimmered through her. “I want you now. Don't you want me as well? The season will come to an end in a few days.  Will there be time for us to meet again? I think if we join tonight, that our love will grow while we are apart.” Her voice took on a decisive tone. “But even if I have to wait until spring, there will be no other man for me but you.” Of this, she was absolutely positive.

 

[Louis Killington]

"Short preliminaries lead to short longevity," Louis offered as a brief counter to her continued urgings.

As Bridget posed her question, Louis drew on his experience in being amoral with the women he had seduced over the years.  "Possessing you is utmost in my mind.  I have dreamed of this night and the ones to come.  Tonight I have witnesses your naked beauty under the moonlight.  I have caressed your ivory skin and silken hair.  I marvel at the perfection of your bosom and nipples, the wondrous suppleness of your stomach and thighs.  Having drank of your womanly essence I shall yearn for you even more.  Now our dreams need not be shrouded in fog.  We have revealed our nudity to one another as only lovers do.  We have a taste of the feast to come."

As she proclaim her loyalty to him, Louis fought a smile.  No dear, I want you to be with other men, he thought to himself.  Taking her hand in his, he attempted to lift it to his lips for a kiss.  "Gentile princess it takes every fiber of my strength to not take you now.  But you are too special than to be treated as an ordinary lover.  Nor do I want you to treat me as common."  His words were intended to be honeyed to play into the healthy ego he knew her to possess.

"Be careful of words of devotion," he laughed, trying to lighten the mood.  "Do not let a gentleman think that he does not need to earn your undying love.  Our love is secret, so we must be seen with other gentlemen and ladies.  We will laugh and play with them, but we will share a secret glance across the room, as if shouting that we our with each other in our minds.  Every gentleman that you tease shall be me and every lady I cause to giggle will be you."  His speech needed to be sealed with a kiss, and he intended to supply a series of passionate ones.  It was true that he needed to fight his urges.  He really wished to have here there and then, but he needed deniability with his wife and to have another gentleman have his way with her first.

[Aria]

“Not with us,” Bridget insisted. “We're different. There is a bond between us already, and it can never be broken.” She sought to reassure Louis that his unvoiced fears were unfounded, that he would never lose her affection to another, not even the King himself. Well, maybe the King, but only if he promised to reinstate her father and forgive him for whatever it was that he had supposedly done. He was innocent of all charges against him, she knew that much.

 

Thinking of Danby's disgrace cooled her ardor a bit, but Louis' honeyed words brought the fire of passion rushing back with exquisite poignancy. He made her feel beautiful and desirable and it never occurred to her that he might be just telling her what she wanted to hear. She truly believed that he longed for her and he was having a difficult time keeping himself from surrendering to her allure.

 

She allowed him to take her hand and kiss it. His lips seemed to burn through her bare skin in a most delicious way. Her other hand paused and rested over his shaft. She still didn't understand why he insisted on holding back when he had gone to so much trouble to ensure that they would be alone together. “You are special to me, too, and that is why I want to give myself to you right here and now.”

 

Louis had more freedom than she did when it came to flirting. Bridget was still out of favor and she couldn't be seen teasing other gentlemen in public, not without a friend present, and she had very few of those left. But she could make it look as if she was playing the coquette, even if she wasn't. Until Louis shagged her, she was determined not to lead any other gentlemen on. What if he became jealous and spurned her out of spite before they consummated their love? After he possessed her, then he would be certain of her devotion.

 

Her hand began to move again upon his member, and she experimented with different kinds of caresses, hoping to push him past the limits of his endurance. To further arouse him, she spread her legs, displaying herself wantonly. “But we will make love before the season ends, won't we?” she asked. “It will be torture for both us to wait until spring.”

 

[Louis Killington]

How many women had pledged the same thing to the dashing Louis Killington over the years?  Enough to recognize that women's first loves are the most fervent, and the most blind.

"We two are special creatures," Louis seemed to confess.  This pledge of love was going to interrupt his plan to transition her to another gentleman like Buckingham without the need to swive her.  He preferred to honestly answer his wife, when she confronted him with the rumor, that he only toyed with her but did not shag her.  He needed another to sink her into the depths of depravity while he stayed above the fray.  An impossible expectation perhaps, but Louis thought himself capable of the impossible.

As she opened her legs for him, there was a strong urge to throw caution to the woind.  He was not made of stone after all, even if his member had become rigid.  "My princess, you are already a skilled tease and temptress.  You tempt me sorely.  Lest I lose myself into a base act, let me kiss you instead."  The kiss was not aimed for her rosy lips.  Rather it was for the other lips presented for his inspection.  To these, he gave extraordinary attention with his tongue until she was lost in passion.

Then, it was a matter of assisting her with the clothing she had shed so that he might take her back to the palace where she might latter claim to have fallen asleep.  That was the plan after all.  As steady as he might do so, Louis attempted to bundle her and then get the boat back to the palace pier from which she might embark. 

[Aria]

Bridget was as adamant that Louis would be her first lover as he was adamant that he wouldn't. When she was set on a certain course of action, it was nearly impossible to change her mind. And it was even more difficult when she was determined to remain out of temptation's reach. There would be nothing but the usual courtly flirting with other gentlemen, and she would not allow even the most innocent of touches. Perhaps if Louis shagged her and she knew how pleasurable it was, she would not be so unwilling to consider other lovers.

 

As it was, her mind was made up to wait for him. His delightful ministrations had taught her how to pleasure herself and she could do that whenever she became aroused. Even at court events, she could find a private place and satisfy herself if she had to.

 

Her resolve was unwavering.

 

Louis.

Would.

Be.

Her.

First.

 

That sacred place between her thighs ached to be filled and she thought that he was going to capitulate when she displayed herself. She wanted him to lose himself in the base act of shagging her, but he chose to kiss her instead. Bridget didn't protest because she already knew how much joy his lips and tongue could bring her and it wasn't long before she was writhing and moaning in ecstasy.

 

This was her most exquisite climax yet and as it ended and tiny little aftershocks fluttered through her, her energy began to wane. He had given her so many orgasms tonight that all she wanted to do was curl up in his arms and sleep. She allowed Louis to help with her clothing and then she leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder.

 

“When will we see each other again?” she asked for the third time. She refused to budge further until he answered that one all important question.

 

[Louis Killington]

Louis, as always, was confident that he had things well in hand.  It was one of his weaknesses.  Had he known of her determination to stay true to him, he would have been quite disappointed.  Instead, his mind was spinning about ways to interject Buckingham into her path.  It could be tricky, but he had an idea.

"A note will arrive for you with a place and time.  Ignore everything else in the note."  His voice was mysterious but he had a wide grin, suggesting that he planned to make it a proper assignation with coded instructions.  He needed to concoct a way for her to appear somewhere that Buckingham would be … somewhere private. ]Or should I have her taste Roos first? he wondered to himself.  There was also the path that he might never send her another note and claim that his note had been misplaced or intercepted, keeping her at a distance for the rest of the season.  "If you need to send me a note, do not send it to my house.  I cannot trust everyone there.  Rather, send it to my office as Treasurer of the Royal Household and claim that you are owed a sum for damages done to your skirt by a palace servant.  Invent a false name for yourself.  What shall it be?  In it, request a meeting with a date and time; but, rather than meet in my office, and draw suspicion, we will meet outside Parliament's entrance.  If anyone should ask why you are seen with me, you will explain that you are hoping to convince me to help your father through his difficulties.  They know I am an ally of his, so it would be natural that you would be seeking my assistance," he suggested.

[Aria]

Bridget listened carefully to his instructions. While Louis spoke, she attempted to slide upon his lap, but he would be able to stop her if he wished. His plan to send her a message in code sounded exciting and mysterious and she could hardly wait to receive it. Maybe he would send it later tonight, and they could meet tomorrow or Sunday afternoon, though it would be difficult to get away then as her family usually spent the day together. There was only a few days left in the season and she wanted them to consummate their love before then.

 

She memorized everything he said about sending a note to him. He seemed so eager to meet with her again that she probably wouldn't have to, but if she received nothing by Sunday, she was going to write him and ask him to meet her on Monday.

 

Louis even had a plausible explanation ready in case they were seen in public together. He must have thought all this out in advance, she thought, which gave credibility to the lovemaking ritual he had outlined earlier. He had known that they wouldn't shag each other tonight. My dear Louis is going to great lengths to make certain that I am his forever.

 

“My fake name will be Isabel Rose,” she said. “Do you need one too? My sister might be suspicious if you send me a note in your own name.”

[Louis Killington]

"I will not send a note from the same person twice," Louis instructed.  "It will always be from a woman so as to allay concern.  "In one I might be Madam Colbert, a seamstress and in another I might send a note that your gloves are ready to be picked up at a certain time."  She was gullible, but he suspected that she was not stupid.  His strategy should immediately recommend itself.  Any note from a male would be met with harsh scrutiny.

"Remember that my office is only open from Monday through Friday and closed much during the holidays.  I will send my servant once a day to collect correspondence, so do not expect anything quickly.  It is for the best for all to seem to move at a measured pace.  A frenzy in your pace will be notable, as would one in mine.  We must be seen as taking advantage of the holidays to visit friends and do some shopping," he counseled.  In truth, he was trying to purchase time for himself to lay her off onto someone else.

"Now it is best to get you back to the palace so you still have time to play the role of the passed out partygoer," he chuckled. 

[Aria]

Louis had really thought everything out well. Anne wouldn't suspect that her sister was sneaking out to meet a gentleman if she received a note from a lady. Bridget grinned at him and nodded, appreciating his guile.

 

She sighed when she realized that she would have to wait until Monday to receive a message from him. Only the thought that he planned to send her several of them consoled her. which in her mind meant that they were going to meet a few more times before the season ended. Still, if she received nothing from him by Monday morning, she was going to send him one.

 

There was one good thing about delaying. She would have time to visit Princess Juliana ... which was what she had promised the Swedish royal in exchange for an alibi tonight ... before she saw Louis again. Bridget could ask the older woman to give her more tips on seducing men, without mentioning that she was interested in anyone in particular. The princess had imparted some good advice already.

 

It didn't seem to her that they had been on the barge very long. But one often lost track of time when lost in bliss. He had pleasured her many times tonight. A more experienced woman would consider herself lucky to have a handsome gentleman cater to her desires without asking for anything in return. But Bridget was naïve and felt disappointed that Louis had not joined with her, even though she now understood why.

 

“Should we be seen going back to the palace together or shall I leave first?” she asked. Smiling up at him, she added: “And please give me one more kiss to sustain me until we see each other again.”

 

[Louis Killington]

"The whole purpose of this secret rendezvous was not to be seen together," Louis reminded Bridget.  maybe she was tired.  "We shall let you out at Whitehall landing and then I shall go down another pier and exit," he explained.

"I shan't give you the farewell kiss.  You need to give me a farewell kiss that tells me how passionately you want me … that shows me how ready you are."  It was an unfair request surely, but he was in the mood for parting sport.  How clumsy might she be with him?

It was then time to deposit her and bid farewell.  It was time to head home and see who might still be awake.

[Aria]

Louis' words had made Bridget believe that he intended to escort her back to the ball, which had not seemed a wise idea to her either. However, she would not have protested if he wanted to stay with her as long as possible. There were many ways to explain why they were walking together in the dark. Simply saying they had met while getting a bit of fresh air would have raised no suspicions.

 

Yet he was going to let her out at Whitehall and then continue onward. A spark of jealousy flared within her heart at the notion that this might not be his only rendezvous tonight. No, that was just stupid. He had proved how much he loved her. He would be meeting with no other ladies because she was the one who had stolen his heart, so much so that he was willing to go to great lengths to assure that she was bound to him forever.

 

“Very well,” she said. Wriggling about on his lap, she turned so that she could wrap her arms around his neck and pull his head down to her level. Crushing her lips against his, she kissed him deeply with every bit of ardor she possessed. Bridget had learned much tonight, and she was not clumsy or sloppy at all, though she  was still a bit amateur in her technique. Her kiss was designed to arouse him so that he would change his mind and decide to shag her before they reached the palace.