Yes Sir Mr Darcy

This story is very different and slow to develop, very unlike my normal stories. I can't imagine anyone not interested in Pride and Prejudice liking it. Continue at your own risk.

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Darcy

I stalk the outskirts of the assembly wondering how I came to be here in the first place. The answer is simple enough, I had promised my friend Bingley to help if he had ever gained an estate. The one we were presently in was but leased, but a promise is a promise.

I had been here but a few days and was already bored. Looking around I see not one person worthy of my notice.

My friend Bingley was dancing with the reputed county beauty. I admit she is beautiful but her docile demeanor is an instant turn off to me. I value spirited beauty above all things and breaking and controlling that beauty most of all.

I'll admit I long for a new muse. It has been an age since my last conquest. I sighed remembering the first time she called me Master. I always start with Sir, but Master is what I truly desire to hear.

Bingley interrupts my reverie trying to coerce me to dance. He points out his newest angel's next oldest sister, a Miss Elizabeth, who is nearby.

She meets my eye as I turn towards her. I look her up and down like one might inspect a horse one is considering buying.

I acknowledge to myself she is beautiful. Shorter than her sister with a more womanly figure. Her breasts are large for her frame and her hips as well seem very shapely with a very slim waist.

I make sure to keep my facial expression indifferent so not to let on any interest. She lifts one eyebrow as if daring me to give my opinion of the obvious inspection of her person.

I turn to Bingley and make sure my voice will carry to the buxom vixen.

"She is tolerable I suppose and if I was truly desperate perhaps I would consider her."

I could see my prey livid with anger. I tried hard not to smile.

The game was on.

Bingley was nearly as mad as his angel's sister but held his tongue and moved off as Elizabeth went to find a friend to vent to.

I watched as she obviously was relating the entire tale to her friend, a Miss Lucas. I kept a slight smirk on my face as they kept looking in my direction. The more they looked the angrier Miss Elizabeth seemed to get.

Whatever the outcome, at least I was no longer bored. The more animated Miss Elizabeth seemed to get, the more I wanted her.

I had yet to dance with anyone. The last thing I wanted was to show a preference to anyone so beneath me in consequence. I walk to Miss Elizabeth and stand before her still wearing my smug smile. She is breathing heavily with what I assume is furious indignation.

I turn to her friend.

"Miss Lucas, would you honor me with a dance?"

Miss Lucas accepts instinctively and I lead her to the floor. I hear the murmurs but make an effort not to let them distract me. I adopt my friendliest demeanor and engage Miss Lucas through the dance.

"Miss Lucas, might you allow me to say how delightful a dance partner you are?"

"I would like to thank you, Mr Darcy, but I suspect my sudden elevation somehow has something to do with the recent exchange between you and my friend."

I smile I admire cleverness and frankness.

"You have found me out all too quickly, Miss Lucas."

"Forgive me, Mr Darcy, but it wasn't that difficult to decipher."

"Have you been friends long?"

"Yes, many years. She is my dearest friend in fact."

I see this as my chance to gain information.

"I would like an opportunity to make amends to Miss Elizabeth, but I would like a more private setting. Can you help me in any way in this matter, Miss Lucas?"

"That depends, Mr Darcy, what is your true opinion of her?"

"I find myself quite interested, Miss Lucas, but I would not wish for her to know that at this time."

"And why would that be?"

"I'm not sure you will like my answer. I fear Miss Elizabeth has had everything all too easy her entire life and I am not inclined to be included in that. Am I wrong?"

"You are not wrong, Mr Darcy. Elizabeth has always been the center of attention and also considered the second most beautiful woman in the area."

I like the fact that she is considered the second most beautiful. I should be able to use this to my advantage.

"Then I ask for your confidence in this matter and allow me to proceed as I see fit."

"Very well, Mr Darcy. Elizabeth likes to see the sunrise on Oakham Mount."

"Thank you, Miss Lucas. If there is ever anything I can do for you, you have but to ask."

"You need not repay me for my help, Mr Darcy. I think you may be good for my friend, that is why I gave you the information."

"My offer stands nonetheless, Miss Lucas. I find I like you very well and if I can ever be of help to you I would consider it a honor."

She nods her acceptance and I revel in my success. I now knew where to find her alone.

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Elizabeth

I was still fuming as we rode back home. The audacity of that man to look as luridly as he did and declare me 'tolerable'! I could scratch his eyes out.

I would never admit to anyone how excited I got when his eyes scanned my body. I could feel my most private area gush with wetness at his scrutiny. The way his eyes seem to smolder is truly entrancing.

The anger I felt at his dismissal was maddening. No one has ever talked of my beauty in such a way. I will think of him no more.

As I lay in bed I realize not thinking of him is impossible. My memory of his stare still seems to pierce my soul. Why does he have to be so damned handsome? His expressions so superior. I scream into my pillow trying to calm my mind.

I wake, my mind muddled as I didn't sleep well. I wash and dress, eager to see the sunrise.

I reach the top of Oakham Mount just as the sun begins to rise. I exhale a deep satisfying breath.

"Miss Elizabeth."

I spin and see the object of my fury that ruined my sleep.

"Mr Darcy, how is it you find yourself here."

"I had heard that this is a fine spot to see the sunrise."

"Heard from whom, exactly?"

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Darcy

She is truly magnificent. Her look and her demeanor absolutely enchanting.

"Who can remember such things?"

"I would imagine you can but are choosing not to divulge the culprit."

I can't help but smile. Almost anyone else would have dropped the subject, but not this firey goddess.

I turn towards the vista.

"It is lovely, is it not?"

She gives me a frustrated look before turning as well.

"It is 'tolerable' I suppose."

I can not help but laugh.

"You heard me?"

She turns her blazing eyes back on me. Her eyes were deep, dark, and utterly captivating.

"You made damn sure of that, Sir!"

I chuckle.

"That I did."

"Then why exactly are you here this morning? she asks.

"I wanted to tell you that I think you are far greater than tolerable. I would even go as far as to say you are the jewel of the neighborhood."

I watched her face change to a puzzled look.

"Then why say what you did?"

I shrug.

"It was a little game to see how you would react."

I smile at the sight of her going livid once again.

"You, Sir, are insufferable!"

I smile and bow as if she were giving me a compliment.

She moves a little away seemingly trying to ignore me by concentrating on the beautiful view.

I find myself staring at an even more beautiful view. Her ass is truly magnificent. It is the very opposite of flat and shaped like no other I have even seem. And little did she know how well I could see the silhouette of her form with the way the sun was currently settled on her.

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Elizabeth

"I can feel your eyes, Sir," I say without turning towards him.

"I have found something even more beautiful than the vista."

"Yes I know, tolerable, and you would have to be desperate to find any interest."

"That was merely for my amusement."

"And you have yet to apologize."

"And you shall not hear one."

"You are impossible."

"I can be very possible when I choose to be."

"Oh yes! I am sure, when you climb off your pedestal."

"What is it that has you so angry, Miss Elizabeth?"

She scoffs at that.

"You insulted me!"

"I did, that is true, but surely you know what I said was ridiculous, I have never met your equal"

She turns towards me scrutinizing my words.

"My sister Jane is the considered beauty."

"Your sister is beautiful, as I am sure my friend would attest, but she is nothing to you."

His words and his stare stir something frightening inside me. I could feel the blood rushing through my veins. Once again he has evoked a wetness between my legs. I try as hard as I can to keep my countenance, lest he know the effect he has over me

"No one has ever made such a claim before, not one."

He stands and comes behind me I can feel his breath on my neck. My breathing increases involuntarily. I know I should move away but my feet do not respond.

He whispers into my ear.

"They are fools, Miss Elizabeth. Your body is everything tantalizing. Your womanly curves are intoxicating, and I have seen much more than you know with the sun's position and the thinness of your dress."

I gasp. I Don't know if he is in earnest, but my dress today is thin, I realize alarmingly.

"You go too far, Sir."

He only laughs.

"And further still if I have my way."

I turn to flee but he is blocking my way.

"Give way, Sir."

He only smiles but does not move. I glare at him defiantly.

"I will move if you answer one question honestly."

"What question?"

"No, you must promise to answer one question honestly. That is the price of passage."

I stay silent waiting for him to relent.

"I have all day, Miss Elizabeth."

I huff in frustration. I have to get away from this man.

"Fine! Ask your question."

He leans forward, At first I thought he might try to kiss me, but then he brings his lips close to my ear and asks softly.

"Did I make your delightful cunt juicy and pulse with pleasure at all today."

I cry out in frustration and push pass him. Storming off with as much dignity as I can muster. Listening to his very verbose laughter.

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Darcy

I watch her walk away. Her gait fast and furious. The way her hips move added to the silhouette I saw earlier. I am now convinced her legs turn a little inward making her even more alluring.

I can't help but bellow at her reaction. I wonder if it is just the vulgarity of my question or if it is because I did in fact excite her and now she feels the shame of it. I so hope it is the latter.

I am now absolutely resolved to have her.

The following day she did not appear on the mount. I was not surprised but disappointed nonetheless.

I find her in attendance that night at a dinner party at Lucas Lodge.

I keep my distance at first but cannot seem to keep my eyes off her. She occasionally glances my way, but quickly turns back to whoever she happens to be speaking with.

Every conversation she has is filled with laughter and obvious joy. Her eyes and expressions bright and endearing.

I approach her and Miss Lucas later that evening.

"Are you ladies enjoying your evening?"

"Indeed we are, Mr Darcy," Miss Lucas answers for both then leaves saying she was needed elsewhere.

"You might as well, Mr Darcy, if you but averted your eyes away from my person and engaged yourself elsewhere."

"I would if I could, Miss Elizabeth, but my eyes seem to have a mind of their own when it comes to your person."

I give her body a once over.

"You do enjoy making me uncomfortable, Sir."

"I admit I do. Your presence was missed this morning."

"You think I would return after your behavior?"

"Do you always fear the truth, Miss Elizabeth?"

"Sometimes the truth can be the most fearful, Mr Darcy."

"I disagree with you there. I think truth is the one thing that can truly set us free."

"You are a truth seeker, Mr Darcy?"

"Most definitely. You never need fear me, Miss Elizabeth. I promise you I would never do anything without your expressed permission."

"Except block my path?"

"You could have simply walked around me and I have yet to hear the answer to my question."

"Your question was beyond inappropriate."

"The understanding was an answer to a question. There were no other requirements. You are still in my debt."

"A place I plan to remain."

"Do you truly scare so easily?"

"It isn't a matter of fright but appropriateness."

"That I do not believe."

"Believe what you will, Sir."

"Very well, Miss Elizabeth, and you can live with your obvious deception."

I bow and leave her. I made a point of not looking directly at her again that evening.

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Elizabeth

Mr Darcy is insufferable. Damn him for making me feel weak for not answering his question. Nobody would expect an answer to such a question.

Later I happen to be sitting with my friend Charlotte near Mr Darcy speaking with Sir Lucas with their backs to us.

Sir Lucas is motioning towards Mr Bingley and my sister Jane.

"They do look well together, Mr Darcy."

"They do indeed. Although I have seen my friend get enamored quickly before and just as quickly lose interest."

"Are you saying your friend is fickle, Sir?"

"He is young, Sir Lucas, and as such may be prone to it. I do not mean to say his current interest is not sincere, but if it is lasting is yet to be determined."

"Your caution does you credit, Sir."

Mr Darcy turns slightly towards me and quickly turns back to Sir Lucas who obviously did not know who was behind him.

"What is your opinion of the next eldest Bennet daughter, Sir Lucas?"

"Oh, Miss Elizabeth is lovely. She is nothing compared to her eldest sister of course, but lovely in her own right."

Mr Darcy turns slightly again and smiles at my expense. Charlotte grabs my arm and leads me away from the pair of men.

I toss and turn in bed. Multiple turmoils troubling my mind. I get up with determination in the morning. My mind made up, I don a thick dress and head for Oakham Mount.

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Darcy

I was wondering if I would be fortunate or not when I heard footsteps behind me. I was facing the sunrise as the object of my fascination saddles up beside me.

I keep silent making her start any conversation.

"Good Morning, Mr Darcy."

I turn to look directly at her. I look her up and down noticing the very 'not' thin dress. I hope the slight sneer on my face conveys my displeasure.

"Good Morning, Miss Elizabeth."

"I have a question, Mr Darcy."

I chuckle.

"If you ever expect me to answer a question from you while you are one in my debt then you are sorely mistaken, Madam."

She exhales a long sigh.

"If I answer your question will you indulge me?"

I think on this.

"I will agree to a prid pro quo."

"Meaning what exactly?"

"You do not know what prid pro quo means?"

"I know what it means, Mr Darcy. I just want to understand exactly what you mean by it."

"What I mean is for every question you ask I also get one and you are currently still one in my debt."

"Will all your questions be so embarrassing?"

"They will be whatever I choose them to be. I, for one, am not afraid of the truth, Miss Elizabeth, whatever it may be."

"Very well then."

"Answers will be complete and honest, otherwise let us speak no more of this."

"You do like to be explicit, Sir."

"I do indeed, Madam."

"Very well, Sir."

"Do you need me to repeat my question?"

She laughs.

"I beg you would not. The answer to your question is yes, Sir."

"There are two requirements for answers, Miss Elizabeth. They will be honest and complete. Give me a complete answer or let us agree to give this up."

"You cannot be serious!"

I turn to her.

"I am entirely serious. The choice is yours. I assure you I will have the same requirements for any questions you have for me."

"You are maddening, Sir."

"You need not fear the truth, Miss Elizabeth."

She took a long silent look at the sunrise.

She did not turn and her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Yes, Mr Darcy. You made my cunt juicy and pulse with pleasure."

"I thank you for your honesty. I am now a question in your debt."

"Is my sister in danger of disappointed hopes?"

"In truth I did not think your sister all that affected by my friend."

She seems to anger at this.

"My sister is a model of propriety. She would never show affection for any man until a declaration has been made."

"I am not used to such behavior in women. How then is one to know if she is interested in my friend?"

"She has confided her interest to me. If Mr Bingley has ill intentions towards her I demand to know."

"Very well, I will answer your question. She may be in danger. I have seen him fall in and out of love before, many times."

"I must warn my sister."

"If you will allow, Miss Elizabeth. Let us let them proceed without interference, and If his affection wavers, I will notify you immediately."

"You would do that for my sister?"

"Of course. Now that I know she is interested. I would not wish to see her harmed."

I could see her skepticism.

"I am not a monster, Miss Elizabeth."

"No, but you are severe, Sir"

I laugh.

"That I may well be. Do you have any more questions for me?"

"I do but it is costly to ask."

I scoff.

"Your continued fear of the truth is disconcerting."

"The truth can be mortifying."

"Only if you are ashamed of it."

"How can I not be?"

"Because what you experienced is perfectly natural. Feeling embarrassed is nonsensical."

"Perhaps it is easier for a man. You don't have to worry having the same reaction."

"A man's reaction is different but not dissimilar. My cock springs to life everytime I look at you or even simply think of you."

She looked down at my crotch at that and noticed my bulge. She looked up embarrassed knowing she was caught.

I laugh.

"You are incorrigible, Sir."

"That I am, Madam."

"I wish to know your true opinion of me compared to my elder sister."

"Is that an official question, Miss Elizabeth?

"I suppose it is, Sir. My curiosity is outweighing my sense."

I give her a long hard look.

"I have stated before I have never met your equal, this includes your eldest sister. Your shape is intoxicating, your hair, face and expressions enchanting, and your eyes heart stopping. In total, Miss Elizabeth Bennet, you are beauty personified in every way."

I can see by her breathing her body once again is reacting to my speech.

"Thank you, Mr Darcy.. What is your return question."

"I reserve the right to hold off on my question, Miss Elizabeth."

"Very well, I will take my leave then."

She turns and takes a few steps but stops and turns when I call out her name.

"In the future I would prefer the thinner dresses."

"You do not control my wardrobe, Mr Darcy."

"No, not as yet, but I wanted to make clear my preference."

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Elizabeth

I look at him with curiosity. I do not have time at present to figure out what he means entirely and I nod and leave as quickly as I can manage while still appearing dignified, knowing full well Mr Darcy is eyeing my form and trying unsuccessfully to not let it excite me.

I lay in bed considering his words. Especially the words 'not as yet'! What can he mean by that? Surely he does not intend to control what I wear!

I try to not imagine him having such a control over me but am woefully unsuccessful. My body reacting with excitement at the prospect, disturbing my equanimity as realization kicks in that, if asked about it, I am now honor bound to answer honestly.

Dissembling is now out of the question. He could ruin things for my dear Jane, plus there is something in the back of my mind that is curious about the type of freedom Mr Darcy continues to speak about. I am not entirely sure how far I am willing to go but I am determined to be brave and test his notions.