Taming Lady Lydia by Felicity Brandon

Author:Felicity Brandon [Brandon, Felicity]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Stormy Night Publications
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six: Lord William

Time without Thomas in my life seems endless, and I wonder at how I had coped so easily before my arrival at Markham Hall. I spend the hours after breakfast roaming the halls at Cranningford like a ghost, sweeping from one colossal room to the next, finding each to be as vacant as the one before.

After much exploration I find a room which appears to be the library. Its oversized rails of books are overwhelming, dwarfing the impressive wealth of the collection at Markham Hall. I wander inside, seeing that the fire at the far side of the room has been lit, and thinking that this is a place in which I can at least spend a few hours in comfort. I scan the nearest wall of leather-lined editions, finding nothing which piques my interest, and instead find myself a seat by the hearth. Much like everything at Markham, the chairs here are enormous and expensive. I press my palm against the green leather of my chosen place, idly examining its quality, before settling against the hard back and turning toward the fire. The flames are warm and inviting, luring me into daydreams about my guardian, which it seems come all too easily to mind.

My thoughts fly back to the previous night, and the look of Lord Markham as he had approached me with the riding crop in his hands. I swallow hard as I consider the memory; his cravat undone and his shirt half open, revealing strands of dark hair beneath them. His face had been like excited thunder, glowering at me as he had come to exact the required punishment upon my bare behind. I squirm against the leather seat reflexively, and I swear as I do, I can feel each stripe that the crop had given me. Peculiarly the thought makes me smile, and I lean my head against the edge of the leather headrest and toward the dancing flames. At some point my eyes close, the late hour of my sleep the prior night finally catching up with me. Thoughts of Thomas spill into my dreams, as memories of my guardian persist in haunting me. Even in sleep it seems, the presence of the gentleman is never so far away. The dreams are heavy and consuming, and whilst I cannot be sure of their content, it is clear that as I regain consciousness, the little bud at the apex of my thighs has begun to pulse once more.

When I open my eyes again, the light has left much of the room, and the apparent darkness startles me. I have no idea what time it is, and yet I feel certain that some length of time must have passed. Why was I not woken for lunch, I wonder as I stretch out my limbs and wander toward the window ahead of me. The grey light outside does nothing to quell the growing anxiety I feel. The weather, it seems, has turned, and large drops of rain lash against the glass, gladly assisted by the weight of the wind.

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