Fifty Shades of Mr. Darcy by William Codpiece Thwackery

Author:William Codpiece Thwackery
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Michael O’Mara

It seemed to Elizabeth that she had barely closed her eyes at all when the sun began creeping in at the window, like a burglar with nice warm hands. Sighing, she nestled deeper in the bedsheets, enjoying the feel of cotton against her naked body. Today she was leaving Hertfordshire. Could she really give up her life at Longbourn, her turns about the parlour and her needlepoint, her pianoforte and her plans for replanting the herb garden, for the life of a sexual submissive?

The window was ajar, and Elizabeth could hear voices in the yard below. Above the usual chatter of serving maids and stablehands, she recognized Taylor’s gruff tones, and Mr Darcy’s deep, sexy ones. Her curiosity roused, she threw off the bedcovers and pulled back the curtain. Holy inflatable rubber sphere! There, in the inn forecourt, was a magnificent sight – Charlie Tango, standing proud and ready, swollen to full size, waiting for her. She had never seen anything so breathtakingly enormous. Mr Darcy, clad in an open-necked white shirt and tight grey flannel riding breeches, did not look up, so engrossed was he in humping sandbags over the rim of Charlie Tango’s basket.

Elizabeth stood for a moment, transfixed by the scene below. By now, dawn was sending out fingers of light, which gently tickled the distant hills and excitedly probed the furrowed fields. Sunlight sprinkled down on Mr Darcy’s lithe, athletic form like golden showers, causing his copper highlights to glow bright ginger. Elizabeth drank in the sight of him. Once again, she felt the familiar tug of desire for this sexy, complicated billionaire landowner.

Hurriedly, she dressed in the flimsy gown she had been wearing the night before. At the very moment she was about the quit the room, she happened to spy a pair of men’s longjohns draped over a chair beside her bed. So it was no dream – Mr Darcy had been in her room after all.

Elizabeth smiled to herself. Dare she? Hurriedly, she slipped the longjohns on over her bestockinged legs. Mr Darcy would never guess she was wearing his undergarments! Although he might suspect something amiss if she had to keep on clawing at her nether regions, she thought to herself as she scratched vigorously at her ladyparts; the worsted really was uncomfortably itchy.

Still rubbing most indecorously, Elizabeth ran from her room and down the staircase, through the bar and out into the yard. Despite her reservations about leaving Hertfordshire, she could feel only giddy excitement when looking at Charlie Tango close up. Everything about the balloon was impressive, from its yellow and red striped canopy, to the capacious wicker basket beneath.

Mr Darcy’s face was impassive. ‘Good morning, Miss Bennet,’ he said coolly. ‘We will be departing shortly. If you search in my breeches pocket, you will find a buttered scone that I have prepared for your breakfast.’

‘I am not hu...’ Elizabeth began, but the look on Mr Darcy’s face warned her not to deny his request. He was, after all, her Master now.

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