CW: Rough, angry sex. Mentions of adultery.
Basically ... if "rough angry you slept with my brother and now I want to reclaim you and it's actually kind of kinky but I'm really angry with you bothers you," Don't read it.
Reclaiming Lizzie
A Historical Kink Fiction. Not based on any persons living. I can't say its not based on any dead people. One never knows what dead people did unless one asks them. But no one you know .
Thomas was angry. He was mostly angry he'd been lied to. He'd had his suspicions for years, but now they had been confirmed and he detested being lied to. He stalked up the stairs of his home, into the front door, tossing his tall hat onto the settee, stripping over his over coat and throwing it down, with an angry dark face he climbed the stairs and threw open the door to the nursery where his three children studied with their nanny. "Take the children to town." He said, the nanny gave him a confused look but stood, "Do not come home until dinner." The children cheered, giving their father a hug and skipped out. He caught nanny by the arm, "I mean it, do not return until dinner, and also tell the other servants to be scarce , and instruct cook to tell no one what she hears. Understand?"
The young girl nodded her eyes wide, "Yessir." She herded her charges out the door in obedience.
Thomas went to the master suite and made himself comfortable in his wife's favorite chair, and waited, sullenly.
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Lizzie returned home less than an hour later, her arms full of brown wrapped parcels and a smile on her face, she really was in love with this new light weight fabric and couldn't wait to cut out the pattern with Mamie and start sewing. The house was strangely still. She frowned, "Adelaide?" She called her daughter's name, "Lydia? Andrew?" She furrowed her brow, no one answered, She opened the door to the kitchen, "Cookie, where is everyone?"
Cookie jumped slightly, "Uh... Mister Thomas said for everyone to go out for the afternoon. He's upstairs." She didn't make eye contact, which Lizzie found odd, "I got supper to keep, get on now Miss Lizzie." She said, shooing her in an attempt at normalcy.
"Well.. ok..." Lizzie worried her lip, she headed up the stairs with her parcels and grinned when she saw her husband sitting on her favorite chair in their suite. "Thomas! I can't wait til you see these fabrics we found. They're delightful and soft, and.." She stopped when she saw his sullen expression. He was an older version of his brother, little bit lighter hair and hazel eyes instead of blue, and now those eyes glinted with an emotion she found a bit frightening. "Thomas.. is.. everything ok?" She said, setting her parcels down and watching him.
"Why don't you tell me, Elizabeth." He purred. "Why don't you begin and tell me everything? Who all did you see in town?"
She furrowed her brow, "Just Hannah and Nellie, we met at the mercantile then went to that little tea shop that opened up, had a lovely mint tea."
"You didn't go anywhere else?" he advancedon her, towering over her. "Maybe... peek in the saloon?"
Lizzie quirked a brow, "I do not ever peek into the gambling and drinking establisments." She shuddered in true southern belle fashion, "Honestly, Thomas..."
"yes... honestly Lizzie." He purred, treachously, catching her wrist in his hand he backed her up a step, keeping his eyes on hers, "Who frequents those establisments on the weekends? Who might you want to sneak a secret message to since we have not seen him for a fortnight...or...I haven't... I hear otherwise about you."
Lizzie gasped as her back hit the front of the gentleman's dresser, "I did not go into town to see John, it was merely a ladies visit." She said softly, averting her eyes.
"I thought my brother was a childhood plaything and fantasy of yours." He gripped her wrists a bit harder and pressed the long length of his body against hers, his leg in between hers, fightin with the petticoats and cage expanding her skirt. He leaned close, almost menacingly to her lips, "I know the truth, Elizabeth." He whispered against them, "I know you've been fucking my brother." He stopped her before she could speak, his hands restraining her wrists and she gasped, "And I know It didn't stop with our betrothal, nor our marriage, nor the birth of our children. I have known for some time, now Lizzie, but the proof was merely brought to me." He pulled back , looking at her. Her wide blue eyes looking into his, "You do not deny it?"
"No, I do not." She said softly, "Thomas you're hurting me" He lessened his grip on her wrists to step away and grasp her long sewing shears, watching as she looked at him with trepidation, swallowing hard, he saw the pulse beat in her neck.
"Frightened, Lizzie?" He tapped the blades against his palm, "What do you think I might do now that I have my proof, now that my brother drunkenly confessed to it all, proudly, I might add."
"I... I don't know Thomas.' She said quietly, he was prone to outbursts of anger, but he had never struck her, "Why did he tell you?" there was a slight edge of betrayal in her voice.
"My brother has not been himself since Sallie died." He said, watching her, he was close to her again, tracing the closed shears over the black bead buttons of her day dress. "I think I ought to punish you, Elizabeth. You have hurt me. You have dishonored our family name." He looked up at her, "Some husbands would have you dead, or flogged." The shears stoppedat her waist and he looked at it, then up at her eyes, snipping a button off. It popped and scattered under the bed, a bit of white under clothes exposed. "Am I a kind husband, Lizzie?" Snip went the second button.
"yes... yes over all you are a good husband, Tommy." She said, using their childhood name for him, truth be told she was a bit nervous at this moment. She had no real rights as a woman or a wife. He was right, he could have her divorced and destitute, flogged, raped until he felt she was adequately punished, or he could have her killed silently. But instead he was ruining her dress. He had snipped the buttons up to her breasts now, they heaved with nervous breaths, "Please, just rape me and get it over with." She murmered. "Beat me, I don't care, Thomas." She shrieked a bit as the shears hit the floor with a loud clatter and he pulled her close, his hands entereing the open dress and caressing her waist over her corset,
"Is that what you want me to do, Liz? Beat you like a servant? " he kissed her neck, gently at first then growled, nipping it, "You are mine."
"I am no one's." She wrestled away from him, her dress hanging open she let it fall to the floor, "I belong to no one, Thomas." Her eyes were big, his calm was more frightening then his anger, she turned around, her hands on his shoulders, gasping as he grasped them and held them off of him.
"Do not touch me, woman." He growled, his eyes darkening, he kissed her hard, "You...belong.. to me."
"I belong to no one." She panted, aroused by the passionate kiss, she whimpered a little, it had been a long time since Thomas had kissed her with such fortitude. She yanked her wrists but they were firmly grasped, his thumbs pressing against the delicate bones, she was backed against the wall now, hard, a push really and he yanked the strings of her skirt cage loose, tossing it across the room. It slid, clacking woodenly against the armoire. He took her hands and pinned them above her head.
"Tell me something." He said, his nose resting against hers, "Do you like fucking my brother?" One powerful hand held her hands above her head, the other found its way to the slit in her drawers and caressed the dewy brown bush underneath, "Answer me."
Lizzie swallowed, fighting to keep her eyes from sliding shut, "yes... yes I do like fucking him." She purred, her legs opening a little, she bit her lip to keep from begging him to carress that bead of flesh that both men knew how to absoulutely drive wild.
"Is he as good at this as me?" His fingers dipped between her folds and stroked the soft skin, palming her clit, she gasped, bucking, not answering. "Won't answer, hmm?" He kissed her neck and reached into his pocked, fishing out his knife. "Want to know what my first clue was?"
"What" She panted, her eyes heavy lidded as he stopped touching her pussy to open his knife.
