The Wicked Lord Farley

This story is a work of fiction and all characters are of legal age. In reality consent is key and similar action is never okay.

Enjoy

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Louisa knew she should not be wandering the castle alone, and certainly not dressed like this and at this hour, but she had no choice. She had heard the guards walking past her charters talking about her father and she had had no choice but to follow them. Unfortunately, she had lost them before long, and now she was huddled in the empty hallway unsure of what to do. She better return to her rooms.

She turned, but before she could make her way she was startled when she heard footsteps approaching. she could not be found here, not in this state. she quickly looked around the familiar hallway for a place in which she could hide. her eyes fell upon the door to a quarter she knew had been uninhabited for years. quickly she snuck inside, leaning against the door as she closed it behind her, letting out a breath she had not known she'd been keeping. her solace however was short lived as when her eyes fell upon the room it was lit by a fire and

very

much inhabited.

She quickly scanned the room, taking in the sight before her. The quarter was slightly smaller than her own, consisting of a small seating area with a fireplace to the right of the door, a wardrobe and a chest of drawers to the left, on the wall across from the door stood a large four poster bed with rumpled sheets. As her eyes continued to survey the room she froze when her eyes finally fell on the desk area to the right of the bed and her eyes met the cold and somewhat surprised eyes of the tall broad man sitting there. He was only illuminated by the fireplace and the single candle on his desk, yet she recognised him to be Lord Farley instantly.

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Lord Farley took in the sight before him. He had been catching up on his correspondence when he had been alerted to the sound of the door to his chambers opening and quickly closing again. He had expected it to be one of the other Lords coming for a drink or maybe one of the housemaidens he sometimes shared his bed with returning for seconds, but instead he was surprised to see Miss Becker Becker leaning against the door letting out a deep breath. Her eyes were closed for a minute and Lord Farley took this chance to survey the young girl that had suddenly appeared in his chambers.

She was wearing nothing but a simple dressing gown, tied tightly around her waist. Her hair was down, falling to just below her breasts in loose curls. On her feet were nothing but thin woollen socks. He looked wholly indecent in the soft flickering light of the fireplace. He had never seen Miss Becker in anything other than the stiff costumes and intricate hairdos that the daughters of highborn Lords residing in the castle wore to signal their position.

Lord Farley saw the minute Miss Becker opened her eyes and saw that she was not alone in the room. She had probably thought the chamber was uninhabited like it had been for years. The only reason Lord Farley was even here was because his personal quarters on the other side of the castle were currently being renovated. He had only called this chamber his for a few days, and few in the castle were aware of the temporary change.

"Miss Louisa Becker, what can I do for you?" Lord Farley asked as he stood. His eyes lingered at the frame in front of him. Miss Becker looked at him with wide eyes. It took a moment before she composed herself enough to manage an answer.

"Lord Farley, I'm so sorry for the intrusion." She said in a small voice as her eyes fell to the floor. She looked incredibly uncomfortable. For some reason this amused Lord Farley immensely. He took a few steps towards her, and she shifted uncomfortably. Lord Farley's eyes fell once again to her feet and the thin woollen socks, her feet must be freezing on the cold stone floor. Why was she not wearing proper footwear, she must have left her own chambers in a hurry.

"And whom are you hiding from?" Lord Farley asked with a smirk as he took a few more steps towards the young lady, closing the distance between them until he was only a few paces away from her.

"I... I'm not... what would you think..." Miss Becker spluttered as her face turned red. She had clearly been doing something she was not supposed to, and Lord Farley was not mad that it was his chamber she had sought refuge in to avoid being caught.

"Well, if you did not slip into my chamber to seek sanctuary," he said and let his eyes once again roam over her form, and what a nice form it was. The dressing gown amply showed off her womanly curves and the soft skin on the top of her breast was exposed in the soft light, "Then you must be here to see me."

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Louisa felt her breath catch in her throat as she felt Lord Farley's eyes come to a rest on the exposed skin above her breasts. She tugged the dressing gown closed as she felt her face flush even more. A proper unmarried lady should never find herself in this situation, she was alone with a Lord without a chaperone and on top of that she was exceptionally indecent in her dressing gown and bare feet. Lord Farley's was still looking at her with a predatory gleam in his eyes. It occurred to her that he was waiting for her to answer.

"My Lord, I should leave, it's not proper for me to be here, do excuse me!" she said quickly and turned towards the door, but before she could open it more than a few centimetres a hand fell on the door and pushed it closed. She turned with a gasp as she saw that Lord Farley was now standing not even a pace in front of her his hand firmly on the door behind her. His eyes were staring intently down on her, his lips were slightly parted, and she could feel his breath on her neck.

Lord Farley had always frightened Louisa a little. He was one of the higher Lords on the king's court and he had quite a reputation. He was known to have a bit of a temper and did not like being opposed, and had it not been for his charm, devilishly good looks, and most important his favour with the king, he would probably have been an unpopular figure in the castle. Instead, he was a respected member of the king's advisors, wanted and feared in equal measures.

As she was staring up into Lord Farley's cold eyes, she understood why he was both beloved and feared. His face was pleasantly symmetrical with sharp features and a strong jaw. His eyes looked at her with an intensity that made her squirm.

"I don't think that's a wise idea." Lord Farley said in a low voice. Louisa felt herself tremble under his gaze. "What if someone were to see you escaping my chamber at this time of night, it would cause quite the scandal."

Louisa didn't know what to say, he was right of course, but still, she could not stay here.

"Perhaps, you my Lord, could take a peek outside the door to see if the hallway is deserted for me?" Louisa suggested, unable to hide the quiver in her voice.

"Of course, Miss, why don't you step away from the door and I'll take a look." Lord Farley replied with a crooked smile on his face. He took a step back, allowing Louisa to take a few steps into the room away from the door. To her surprise however, Lord Farley didn't open the door, instead he locked the door, removing the key and putting it in the inner pocket of his jacket. Louisa's breath caught in her throat as Lord Farley turned slowly towards her with a predatory look in his eyes

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Lord Farley knew he was being reckless, he should have let Miss Becker go as she had requested, but something inside of him was unwilling to let her go just yet.

"Lord Farley, what are you doing?" she gasped and took a few steps back as he stalked towards her. He could see a glint of fear in her eyes as he let his eyes roam over her trembling frame.

Lord Farley knew he intimidated the young girl. She had always avoided him if she could and when she was near him, she always averted her eyes, refusing to meet his gaze. He knew he had this effect on multiple young ladies in the castle, but he had never taken as much pleasure from it as now.

"We can't have you be seen running out of my chambers like a common serving wench, now, can we?" Lord Farley asked as he slowly closed the distance between them. "Imagine the scandal, I don't think your family can handle any more scandal after that stunt your father pulled, do you?"

For every step he took forward, Miss Becker took a step back until the back of her knees hit the four-poster bed on the other side of the room. She looked around with nervous eyes, clearly unsure of what to do.

"N-no..." She answered in a shaking voice. Her eyes flickered to his face briefly before returning to the floor, the flush of her face spreading to her chest and ears. Lord Farley felt a coil of desire twist in his stomach at the effect he had on the young girl.

"It wasn't wise, was it? For your father to speak out against the king so openly," he said, licking his lips slowly. "You're only lucky the king is fond enough of your father to not have his head for treason. Still the wagging of the palace tongues can surely do enough damage to a family's reputation."

"He never intended... I mean the words were taken from his lips, my father would never..." Miss Becker defended, her voice a note unsure. Her eyes kept shifting around the room, landing on everything but him. Lord Farley smiled down at her, making sure to leave a note of condescension in his voice as he replied.

"And now, not even three moon turns later, his unwed daughter might be caught sneaking out of a Lord's bedchamber in the middle of the night..." Lord Farley let his voice trail off. He didn't need to finish his thought; he could see the implication was enough by the way Miss Becker's eyes had widened in horror.

"But I... W-What..." Lord Farley could see Miss Becker take a deep breath to calm herself before she continued. "My Lord please, it was an accident! I did not mean to enter your chamber. I thought the room to be empty. Please just let me leave" she said with a shiver, finally meeting his eyes.

Lord Farley gave her a wicked smile, taking another step towards her. Miss Becker tried to lean away but the bed was hindering her from moving away. Lord Farley could feel her laboured breath as he leaned closer, their bodies just barely touching.

"Now why would I choose to do that, young miss?" He asked, picking up a strand of her hair and twisting it around his fingers, feeling the softness of it, before letting go and looking down into her innocent eyes. "When the other option is ever

so much more

pleasurable for me."

"I-I..." She stammered and averted her eyes away from him, a fresh blush creeping over her face. He felt great satisfaction at the obvious discomfort he was bringing her. He had decided to see how far he could push this. It wasn't every day he had an innocent noble woman alone and trembling in his bedchamber.

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Louisa didn't know what to say. She had a vague idea of what Lord Farley was talking about, she had overheard the handmaidens talking about the activities that went down in the cover of darkness between man and woman, but she hoped she wasn't right. That hope died somewhat when Lord Farley reached for the tie holding her dressing gown closed and gave it a tug. The dressing gown fell open, revealing her thin nightgown. she instinctively tried to cover her body, feeling herself blush all over. This was highly inappropriate; Lord Farley should not see her like this. Lord Farley, however, brushed her trembling hands aside, and let his eyes rest on her young form.

"Oh my..." He said, reaching a hand up to caress her side over the nightgown. She felt gooseprickles spreading on her skin under his touch. "Would you look at what we have here..."

As he was talking, Lord Farley started moving his hands over Louisa's body. She trembled as he touched her, knowing she should move away from his touch, but being too frightened to make it a reality. She could feel one of his big hands coming to a rest on her side, a thumb caressing the underside of her breast.

"...So young and naive, thinking you can walk into a Lords bedchamber dressed like this,"

Louisa let out a shaking breath as Lord Farley's thumb stroked over her nipple, sending a small shock of pleasure up her spine.

"And expect him to remain a perfect gentleman." He finished in a low voice. Louisa could barely keep her focus on Lord Farley's voice, the movements of his hands on her body was so confusing. She felt his hands reaching behind her to cup her bottom, giving it a firm squeeze.

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Lord Farley heard Miss Becker let out a little squeal as he squeezed her bottom, feeling the firm yet soft flesh, only covered by a thin cotton nightgown, under his hands. The young girl was shaking in his hands, but he couldn't make himself let her go even if he had wanted to.

He could see that his words had the desired effect on Miss Becker. Her eyes were filled with uncertainty as she looked up at him, her lips parted as if to say something, but nothing but soft breath came out. She looked positively sinful like this. He could see the outline of her firm breasts moving as she took deep breaths, looking at him like a frightened animal.

Lord Farley leant down to whisper in the young lady's ear, "Unfortunately, I am no gentleman in my own chambers"

He took the moment of shock that fell on Miss Becker's face as an opportunity to push the dressing gown off her shoulders, the fabric pooling at her feet, leaving her trembling in only her thin nightgown. Lorde Farley took a step back to admire the young woman in front of him, he felt his desire growing in his breeches as he took in the young pert body in front of him.

"Lord Farley, I-I don't..." Miss Becker stammered, trying to cover her body with her small delicate hands. "Please let me just go back to my own room!"

Lord Farley simply shushed the young woman with a small sound, taking her slender wrists in his strong hands and removing her hands from her body, holding them in the air. He could feel the young body trembling against his as he pulled her towards his body. Lord Farley pressed Miss Becker against his chest, releasing her wrists and placing one hand between her shoulder blades and the other on her lower back. Slowly he leant forward, lowering her young body onto the firm feather mattress behind her, crawling on top of her his body pressing hers into the mattress.

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Louisa felt the weight of the man on top of her pressing her into the mattress. She knew she had let this gone too far and she needed to get out of here before she was compromised. She had to stay pure so that she could secure a good marriage for herself and her family. Still, she did not make a move, she felt frozen as her eyes rested on the man above her, who was now shrugging off his jacket, leaving him in only his breeches and a white shirt. She saw as the jacket ended on the floor in front of the bed, the jacket that held the key to her escape.

She looked from the jacket on the floor to the man above her, but he only stared down at her with a wild look in his eyes as he sat across her hips, pinning her to the mattress so she could not escape. She could feel his hardness pressing into the lower part of her belly as he leaned over her, running his right hand over her body as he used his left to keep himself above her.

"Lord Farley please." It came out as barely a whisper and she could feel the hot prickling of tears in the corner of her eyes. "I have to remain innocent for marriage."

Lord Farley gave her a small smile and a huff before suddenly removing his body from hers and standing up before the bed. Louisa was startled at the move; she had not anticipated that Lord Farley would hear her words. She sat up slowly, not daring to remove herself from the mattress completely. Her eyes flickered to the jacket containing the key before returning to the Lord. She watched him as he moved across the room and sat down at his desk chair, removing his boots slowly before once again standing and walking over to where she still sat at the mattress. Louisa had a sinking feeling she had missed her chance.

"Do you even know what that means? staying

innocent.

" His voice held a tone of mocking as he leaned on one of the posters of the bed, looking down on her.

She swallowed before answering.

"It means my virtue is intact so that I am pure for marriage." She said confidently, she was no small girl after all, her mother had instructed her on how important her virtue was. Her eyes returned to the jacket, maybe if she was quick enough.

Lord Farley looked at her with that crooked mocking smile of his, following her eyes.

"And what does that mean?" He asked, removing himself from the poster and standing directly in front of her, blocking her path to the jacket and the locked door.

She bit her lip and looked away. She wasn't entirely sure, her mother was not keen on sharing the details of married life, and the handmaidens around the castle talked about it as if in code.

"It means..." Lord Farley began as he leaned down to touch the bare skin of her ankle. "...that no man..." his hand caressed her calf, moving under her nightgown, pushing up the fabric as he moved his hand further up her knee.

"Lord Farley please do not." Louisa swallowed hard. She could not bear to see where her nightgown was being pushed further and further up by Lord Farley's hands, so she fixed her eyes on the ceiling above her. Lord Farley, however, only went to nudge her legs further apart. When she did not comply, he used more force, pressing his calloused thumb hard into the soft flesh of her thigh until her legs reluctantly fell apart.

"...has ever put his manhood..." Her eyes instantly went to Lord Farley's breeches, before she had the decency to avert her eyes. her cheeks flushed as he let out a small chuckle. She could feel his hand nearing her womanhood and she could no longer look away. She felt tears prickle in her eyes as she saw Lord Farley push the rest of her nightgown up around her waist as he took in her womanhood. As she felt his hands on her she closed her eyes, unable to cope with the indecency of the situation.

"...here" he said with finality, and she let out a large gasp as she unexpectedly felt him push a finger roughly inside of her.

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Lord Farley felt young Miss Becker's body freeze and heard a small scream of pain as he slipped a singular finger inside of her. He relished the feeling of the tight warmth around him as he took in the absolute shock on Miss Becker's face. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was open in a soft o that made his manhood twitch in his breeches. The pleasure he got from watching her surprise turn to shock turn to anger was immense.

"What have you done?" She gasped, anger filling her face.

"Don't worry," he said, moving the finger still inside of her, causing her to whimper. "One finger inside of you will not make a difference to your virtue, only the manhood is strong enough to take that."

Miss Becker relaxed a little at his words and he took that opportunity to move the finger inside of her. simultaneously he swept his thumb over her pleasure nub, making her entire body shudder. It took not long before her womanhood was wet with want, and he could slip his finger in and out with ease.

"Lord Farley please don't!" Miss Becker gasped as he swept his thumb over her nub again drawing a moan out of her.

"Please down what my dear?" Lord Farley purred, lowering himself over Miss Becker so his mouth brushed against her ear at his words.

Lord Farley could see that Miss Becker had closed her eyes as he continued to move his hand around her womanhood, feeling the soft fields and the increasing wetness of her centre. He slowly added a second finger inside of her, careful not to break her maidenhead as he had promised his fingers wouldn't. Miss Becker's breath became laboured, and a flow of small moans escaped her as he continued to move his fingers inside of her, taking care to give her pleasure nub ample stimulation as well. It was not long before her breathing became uneven, and Lord Farley felt Miss Becker tense around his fingers as she reached her climax with a small scream of pleasure.