Pride and Pleasure - a period erotica story
This period erotica was written based on a fantasy of friend from fetlife, we do hope you enjoy it. Oh and yeah the name is just a bit of fun... hope you like this story xx
"Jamie," I said, glancing over the dinner table at him, "the new girl, Sophie, she's quite lovely, isn't she?"
Jamie looked up from his stew, his eyes flickering with something other than hunger. "Yes," he murmured, "quite lovely indeed."
The candlelight danced shadows across his face as he took a sip of wine. "Her work is impeccable. She's a quick learner," he added, his gaze lingering on my own.
A small smile curled my lips. "It's more than that, isn't it?" I teased gently. "I've noticed how you look at her."
He set his goblet down with a soft thud. "It's not just that, Elara," he said, his voice a mix of admiration and frustration. "There's something about her. Something... captivating."
---
Months had passed since that dinner, and Sophie had indeed become a fixture in our grand mansion. Her shy demeanor and diligent work ethic had made her a silent spectator to our lives. Her long chestnut hair was always pulled back in a neat bun, a few stray strands framing her delicate face. Her eyes, hazels with flecks of green, always seemed to be watching, taking everything in.
One evening, as Jamie was engrossed in his ledgers, the fireplace crackling in the background, I decided it was time. I sauntered into the study, my silk gown whispering against the polished oak floors. "Darling," I began, my voice honeyed, "I think we need a break from your numbers."
Without waiting for a reply, I took his hand and led him to our bedroom, the warm embers from the hearth casting a seductive glow. "Let me take care of you," I murmured, my eyes gleaming with a mischief that was all too familiar to him.
---
Once in our chamber, I playfully pushed Jamie onto the plush velvet bedspread. His eyes searched mine, questioning, but I only gave him a knowing smile as I reached for the velvet cords attached to the bedposts. "Trust me," I said, a hint of challenge in my tone.
I secured his wrists to the posts, tight but not painfully so. He tugged once, testing the bonds, then gave a low chuckle. "What are you up to, Elara?" he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.
I leaned down to kiss him, a kiss that grew increasingly urgent until his eyes were fluttering shut. As my mouth left his, I whispered, "You'll see," and then slipped away, leaving him blindfolded and waiting.
---
The door to the bedroom cracked open, and I stepped aside, allowing the cool air to wash over the room. Sophie entered, her eyes wide and questioning. She was dressed in her usual servant's garb, but something about the way the fabric clung to her curves made it seem almost indecent. I gestured for her to come closer, and she did so with a hint of hesitancy in her step.
I took her small hand in mine and guided it to the bulge in Jamie's trousers. "This," I began, my voice low and measured, "is your master's most precious secret."
Jamie's breath hitched, and he tilted his head slightly to the side, trying to make sense of what was happening. I watched as his eyes searched for me under the blindfold, his mind racing to understand the unspoken instructions.
"Sophie," I said, my voice a velvety caress, "you're about to become a part of something... special."
Her eyes searched mine, a cocktail of confusion and curiosity swirling within them. She nodded slightly, and I could feel the tension in the room thicken, the air charged with anticipation.
With the grace of a seasoned seductress, I began to unbutton Jamie's shirt, my eyes never leaving hers. His chest, a landscape of muscle and shadow, was revealed to her, and her hand trembled as I placed it upon his bare skin. "Feel him," I whispered, "his warmth, his strength."
Her fingertips danced over his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, and she gasped softly as she encountered his pulse, a steady beat that seemed to resonate with the anticipation in the room. I could see the realization dawning on Jamie's face as he felt the unmistakable touch of another's hand on his body. The game was afoot, and the excitement grew palpable.
I removed his blindfold and slid off the bed, leaving him bound and exposed, and approached her. With a gentle touch, I began to unravel the strings of her apron. She watched me with a mix of awe and trepidation, her breath shallow. "You're going to learn how to serve your master in a way you never imagined," I told her, my voice a siren's call.
I led her to the edge of the bed, standing her just out of Jamie's reach. His eyes were wide now. I began to remove her clothes, revealing her soft, unblemished skin. Her breasts were small but pert, the rosy tips of her nipples peeking out like shy little berries.
As the fabric fell away, I kissed her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. She shivered under my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. With each article of clothing removed, she grew bolder, more willing. I knew Jamie could feel the electricity in the air, the heat of his gaze on us
Finally, I turned her to face him, her naked body a canvas of innocence and beauty. "Now, darling," I said, stroking her cheek, "it's time for your first lesson."
---
I guided her hand to my own nakedness, showing her the wetness that had gathered between my thighs. Her touch was tentative at first, but I was patient, coaching her through the motions. "Like this," I instructed, my voice a gentle command.
As she grew more confident, I moved to straddle Jamie's hips, my own nakedness on full display. His eyes bulged slightly when he realized what was happening, his cock standing at full attention against the fabric of his trousers.
With a wicked smile, I leaned down and began to kiss him again, my tongue dancing with his as I unbuckled his belt and pulled his cock free. It was thick and veined, a testament to his desire. I took a moment to admire it before turning back to Sophie.
"Now," I said, taking her hand and placing it on him, "this is how you please your mistress."
---
Her hand closed around him, and I watched as she studied him, her eyes flicking between his face and his cock. I took his length into my own mouth, showing her the art of a blowjob. His hips bucked, and he groaned, the sound sending a thrill through my body.
Sophie's eyes grew wide as she watched, and I could see the realization dawn on her. This was what she had been brought here to do, and she was going to do it well.
I released him and sat back, my hand still guiding her. "Take it," I said, and she did, her lips parting to accept him. She took him in with surprising ease, her eyes never leaving mine. I watched with a mix of pride and lust as she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing with each movement.
---
Jamie's moans grew louder, his body straining against the bonds. I knew he was close, but this wasn't just about his pleasure. I pulled her away, leaving him panting and desperate. "Not yet," I whispered, and she nodded.
Turning my attention to Sophie, I positioned her at the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide. She looked up at me with a mix of confusion and arousal, but I knew she was ready. I kissed her softly, tasting the sweetness of her innocence before moving down her body. I kissed her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and finally reached the apex of her thighs.
Her pussy was a work of art, pink and plump, begging to be touched. I slid my fingers through her slick folds, watching Jamie's eyes follow my every move. He was the picture of restraint, his body rigid with the need to claim what was in front of him.
I slid a finger inside her, feeling her tightness grip me. She gasped, her eyes flying open as I began to pump in and out, finding her rhythm. I curled my finger, searching for that sweet spot, and when I found it, she arched her back, her body responding instinctively.
Her breath hitched, and I knew she was close. I added another finger, stretching her, filling her as I watched her face contort with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, and she began to moan, the sound music to my ears.
---
Her walls quivered around my digits as I worked her, my thumb circling her clit. She was so beautiful, so responsive. I leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, tasting the salt of her skin. "Look at your master," I instructed, and she did, her eyes locking with Jamie's.
His gaze was intense, his jaw clenched tight as he watched me bring her to climax. I picked up the pace, my fingers moving in a blur as she grew wetter, her hips rocking against my hand.
The moment she came was exquisite. Her body tensed, then released, a symphony of pleasure that had us all gasping for air. I felt her pussy spasm around my fingers, and I knew she was lost to the sensation.
---
Jamie watched as I pulled my hand away, my fingers glistening with her juices. He was panting now, his cock begging for release. I turned to him, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "It's time," I said, and I climbed onto the bed, straddling him once more.
With one hand, I stroked his cock, feeling the heat of him, the throb of his need. With the other, I beckoned to Sophie. She crawled up the bed, her own body flushed and trembling with desire.
---
Her eyes never left Jamie's as she took his cock into her mouth again. This time, she knew what she was doing, and it showed. She took him deep, her cheeks hollowing with each suck, her tongue dancing along his shaft. He groaned, his body straining against the ties.
I leaned back, watching them both, savoring the scene unfolding before me. My own desire was building, a slow burn that threatened to consume me. I reached down and touched myself, mirroring her movements on him.
---
The sound of her sucking him, the sight of her eyes watering as she took him deeper, the feel of my own wetness on my fingertips—it was all too much. I came, my orgasm crashing over me in waves, my body shuddering with the force of it.
And then, I knew it was his turn. With a final kiss to her forehead, I climbed off Jamie and slid down the bed, leaving her in place. "Now, my love," I murmured, "enjoy her."
---
Jamie's eyes met mine, a silent question in them. I nodded, a smile playing on my lips, and he understood. He pulled her onto him, and she straddled him, her pussy gripping him tightly. She was a vision, a creature of passion and submission, and he was lost to the sight of her.
He began to thrust, slow and deep, filling her up completely. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her eyes closed in bliss. I watched them, my hand still playing with myself, the sound of their lovemaking a symphony in my ears.
---
The tension in the room was palpable as Jamie's hips rose to meet Sophie's eager descents, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. I couldn't help but admire the way she took to her task, the passion in her eyes as she looked down at him, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving. She was a natural, and I felt a thrill of satisfaction knowing I had introduced her to this world.
I slid my hand down my body, my fingers dancing over my clit as I watched them. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the air, a rhythmic crescendo that grew louder and more frantic with each passing moment. I whispered encouragements, my voice a soft purr that only served to heighten their pleasure.
Jamie's eyes met mine over her shoulder, his gaze a mix of lust and gratitude. I knew he was close, could feel it in the way his muscles tensed beneath me. I reached out and took hold of her hips, guiding her movements, urging her faster, harder.
As she reached her peak, her body shuddering with pleasure, I felt his cock pulse in my hand. With a roar, he came, his seed spurting into her willing depths. They collapsed together, their bodies entwined, sweat glistening in the firelight.
---
For a moment, we lay there in silence, the only sound the crackle of the fire. Then, slowly, Jamie raised his head to look at me, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse.
I leaned over and kissed him softly, tasting myself on his lips. "It's my pleasure," I whispered, before turning to Sophie. She looked up at us, her eyes wide with wonder, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax.
I pulled her into a warm embrace, her soft curves pressed against me, our combined scents mingling in the air. "Welcome to our world, sweet girl," I said, stroking her hair.
---
We lay there, the three of us, our bodies tangled together, basking in the warmth of the fire and our newfound intimacy. I knew this was just the beginning of a long, delicious journey.
As we lay there, my mind raced with the possibilities of what was to come. More nights like this, more moments of shared pleasure, more ways to explore the boundaries of our desires.
---
Jamie's hand found its way to my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "Elara," he murmured, "this is... incredible."
I smiled against Sophie's skin. "It's only the start, my love," I replied, my voice dripping with promise. "We're going to teach her so much more."
---
The night stretched out before us, full of potential. Our hearts raced in unison, our bodies still humming with the echoes of pleasure. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the room a tableau of desire and submission.
But as I watched the flames flicker, I knew that this was only the first act in a play that would unfold over many nights. We had unlocked a door, and there was no going back. Our lives had been forever changed, and I couldn't wait to see where this new chapter would take us.
"Jamie," I said, glancing over the dinner table at him, "the new girl, Sophie, she's quite lovely, isn't she?"
Jamie looked up from his stew, his eyes flickering with something other than hunger. "Yes," he murmured, "quite lovely indeed."
The candlelight danced shadows across his face as he took a sip of wine. "Her work is impeccable. She's a quick learner," he added, his gaze lingering on my own.
A small smile curled my lips. "It's more than that, isn't it?" I teased gently. "I've noticed how you look at her."
He set his goblet down with a soft thud. "It's not just that, Elara," he said, his voice a mix of admiration and frustration. "There's something about her. Something... captivating."
---
Months had passed since that dinner, and Sophie had indeed become a fixture in our grand mansion. Her shy demeanor and diligent work ethic had made her a silent spectator to our lives. Her long chestnut hair was always pulled back in a neat bun, a few stray strands framing her delicate face. Her eyes, hazels with flecks of green, always seemed to be watching, taking everything in.
One evening, as Jamie was engrossed in his ledgers, the fireplace crackling in the background, I decided it was time. I sauntered into the study, my silk gown whispering against the polished oak floors. "Darling," I began, my voice honeyed, "I think we need a break from your numbers."
Without waiting for a reply, I took his hand and led him to our bedroom, the warm embers from the hearth casting a seductive glow. "Let me take care of you," I murmured, my eyes gleaming with a mischief that was all too familiar to him.
---
Once in our chamber, I playfully pushed Jamie onto the plush velvet bedspread. His eyes searched mine, questioning, but I only gave him a knowing smile as I reached for the velvet cords attached to the bedposts. "Trust me," I said, a hint of challenge in my tone.
I secured his wrists to the posts, tight but not painfully so. He tugged once, testing the bonds, then gave a low chuckle. "What are you up to, Elara?" he asked, his voice thick with anticipation.
I leaned down to kiss him, a kiss that grew increasingly urgent until his eyes were fluttering shut. As my mouth left his, I whispered, "You'll see," and then slipped away, leaving him blindfolded and waiting.
---
The door to the bedroom cracked open, and I stepped aside, allowing the cool air to wash over the room. Sophie entered, her eyes wide and questioning. She was dressed in her usual servant's garb, but something about the way the fabric clung to her curves made it seem almost indecent. I gestured for her to come closer, and she did so with a hint of hesitancy in her step.
I took her small hand in mine and guided it to the bulge in Jamie's trousers. "This," I began, my voice low and measured, "is your master's most precious secret."
Jamie's breath hitched, and he tilted his head slightly to the side, trying to make sense of what was happening. I watched as his eyes searched for me under the blindfold, his mind racing to understand the unspoken instructions.
"Sophie," I said, my voice a velvety caress, "you're about to become a part of something... special."
Her eyes searched mine, a cocktail of confusion and curiosity swirling within them. She nodded slightly, and I could feel the tension in the room thicken, the air charged with anticipation.
With the grace of a seasoned seductress, I began to unbutton Jamie's shirt, my eyes never leaving hers. His chest, a landscape of muscle and shadow, was revealed to her, and her hand trembled as I placed it upon his bare skin. "Feel him," I whispered, "his warmth, his strength."
Her fingertips danced over his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, and she gasped softly as she encountered his pulse, a steady beat that seemed to resonate with the anticipation in the room. I could see the realization dawning on Jamie's face as he felt the unmistakable touch of another's hand on his body. The game was afoot, and the excitement grew palpable.
I removed his blindfold and slid off the bed, leaving him bound and exposed, and approached her. With a gentle touch, I began to unravel the strings of her apron. She watched me with a mix of awe and trepidation, her breath shallow. "You're going to learn how to serve your master in a way you never imagined," I told her, my voice a siren's call.
I led her to the edge of the bed, standing her just out of Jamie's reach. His eyes were wide now. I began to remove her clothes, revealing her soft, unblemished skin. Her breasts were small but pert, the rosy tips of her nipples peeking out like shy little berries.
As the fabric fell away, I kissed her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair. She shivered under my touch, her eyes fluttering closed. With each article of clothing removed, she grew bolder, more willing. I knew Jamie could feel the electricity in the air, the heat of his gaze on us
Finally, I turned her to face him, her naked body a canvas of innocence and beauty. "Now, darling," I said, stroking her cheek, "it's time for your first lesson."
---
I guided her hand to my own nakedness, showing her the wetness that had gathered between my thighs. Her touch was tentative at first, but I was patient, coaching her through the motions. "Like this," I instructed, my voice a gentle command.
As she grew more confident, I moved to straddle Jamie's hips, my own nakedness on full display. His eyes bulged slightly when he realized what was happening, his cock standing at full attention against the fabric of his trousers.
With a wicked smile, I leaned down and began to kiss him again, my tongue dancing with his as I unbuckled his belt and pulled his cock free. It was thick and veined, a testament to his desire. I took a moment to admire it before turning back to Sophie.
"Now," I said, taking her hand and placing it on him, "this is how you please your mistress."
---
Her hand closed around him, and I watched as she studied him, her eyes flicking between his face and his cock. I took his length into my own mouth, showing her the art of a blowjob. His hips bucked, and he groaned, the sound sending a thrill through my body.
Sophie's eyes grew wide as she watched, and I could see the realization dawn on her. This was what she had been brought here to do, and she was going to do it well.
I released him and sat back, my hand still guiding her. "Take it," I said, and she did, her lips parting to accept him. She took him in with surprising ease, her eyes never leaving mine. I watched with a mix of pride and lust as she began to suck, her cheeks hollowing with each movement.
---
Jamie's moans grew louder, his body straining against the bonds. I knew he was close, but this wasn't just about his pleasure. I pulled her away, leaving him panting and desperate. "Not yet," I whispered, and she nodded.
Turning my attention to Sophie, I positioned her at the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide. She looked up at me with a mix of confusion and arousal, but I knew she was ready. I kissed her softly, tasting the sweetness of her innocence before moving down her body. I kissed her neck, her breasts, her stomach, and finally reached the apex of her thighs.
Her pussy was a work of art, pink and plump, begging to be touched. I slid my fingers through her slick folds, watching Jamie's eyes follow my every move. He was the picture of restraint, his body rigid with the need to claim what was in front of him.
I slid a finger inside her, feeling her tightness grip me. She gasped, her eyes flying open as I began to pump in and out, finding her rhythm. I curled my finger, searching for that sweet spot, and when I found it, she arched her back, her body responding instinctively.
Her breath hitched, and I knew she was close. I added another finger, stretching her, filling her as I watched her face contort with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back, and she began to moan, the sound music to my ears.
---
Her walls quivered around my digits as I worked her, my thumb circling her clit. She was so beautiful, so responsive. I leaned down and kissed her inner thigh, tasting the salt of her skin. "Look at your master," I instructed, and she did, her eyes locking with Jamie's.
His gaze was intense, his jaw clenched tight as he watched me bring her to climax. I picked up the pace, my fingers moving in a blur as she grew wetter, her hips rocking against my hand.
The moment she came was exquisite. Her body tensed, then released, a symphony of pleasure that had us all gasping for air. I felt her pussy spasm around my fingers, and I knew she was lost to the sensation.
---
Jamie watched as I pulled my hand away, my fingers glistening with her juices. He was panting now, his cock begging for release. I turned to him, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "It's time," I said, and I climbed onto the bed, straddling him once more.
With one hand, I stroked his cock, feeling the heat of him, the throb of his need. With the other, I beckoned to Sophie. She crawled up the bed, her own body flushed and trembling with desire.
---
Her eyes never left Jamie's as she took his cock into her mouth again. This time, she knew what she was doing, and it showed. She took him deep, her cheeks hollowing with each suck, her tongue dancing along his shaft. He groaned, his body straining against the ties.
I leaned back, watching them both, savoring the scene unfolding before me. My own desire was building, a slow burn that threatened to consume me. I reached down and touched myself, mirroring her movements on him.
---
The sound of her sucking him, the sight of her eyes watering as she took him deeper, the feel of my own wetness on my fingertips—it was all too much. I came, my orgasm crashing over me in waves, my body shuddering with the force of it.
And then, I knew it was his turn. With a final kiss to her forehead, I climbed off Jamie and slid down the bed, leaving her in place. "Now, my love," I murmured, "enjoy her."
---
Jamie's eyes met mine, a silent question in them. I nodded, a smile playing on my lips, and he understood. He pulled her onto him, and she straddled him, her pussy gripping him tightly. She was a vision, a creature of passion and submission, and he was lost to the sight of her.
He began to thrust, slow and deep, filling her up completely. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her eyes closed in bliss. I watched them, my hand still playing with myself, the sound of their lovemaking a symphony in my ears.
---
The tension in the room was palpable as Jamie's hips rose to meet Sophie's eager descents, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. I couldn't help but admire the way she took to her task, the passion in her eyes as she looked down at him, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving. She was a natural, and I felt a thrill of satisfaction knowing I had introduced her to this world.
I slid my hand down my body, my fingers dancing over my clit as I watched them. The sound of their flesh slapping together filled the air, a rhythmic crescendo that grew louder and more frantic with each passing moment. I whispered encouragements, my voice a soft purr that only served to heighten their pleasure.
Jamie's eyes met mine over her shoulder, his gaze a mix of lust and gratitude. I knew he was close, could feel it in the way his muscles tensed beneath me. I reached out and took hold of her hips, guiding her movements, urging her faster, harder.
As she reached her peak, her body shuddering with pleasure, I felt his cock pulse in my hand. With a roar, he came, his seed spurting into her willing depths. They collapsed together, their bodies entwined, sweat glistening in the firelight.
---
For a moment, we lay there in silence, the only sound the crackle of the fire. Then, slowly, Jamie raised his head to look at me, his eyes dark with satisfaction. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice hoarse.
I leaned over and kissed him softly, tasting myself on his lips. "It's my pleasure," I whispered, before turning to Sophie. She looked up at us, her eyes wide with wonder, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax.
I pulled her into a warm embrace, her soft curves pressed against me, our combined scents mingling in the air. "Welcome to our world, sweet girl," I said, stroking her hair.
---
We lay there, the three of us, our bodies tangled together, basking in the warmth of the fire and our newfound intimacy. I knew this was just the beginning of a long, delicious journey.
As we lay there, my mind raced with the possibilities of what was to come. More nights like this, more moments of shared pleasure, more ways to explore the boundaries of our desires.
---
Jamie's hand found its way to my ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "Elara," he murmured, "this is... incredible."
I smiled against Sophie's skin. "It's only the start, my love," I replied, my voice dripping with promise. "We're going to teach her so much more."
---
The night stretched out before us, full of potential. Our hearts raced in unison, our bodies still humming with the echoes of pleasure. The air was thick with the scent of sex, the room a tableau of desire and submission.
But as I watched the flames flicker, I knew that this was only the first act in a play that would unfold over many nights. We had unlocked a door, and there was no going back. Our lives had been forever changed, and I couldn't wait to see where this new chapter would take us.
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