31. Chapter 31

Chapter 31

The King’s Arms

A s they pulled up to the coaching inn, the staff came out to greet them. “Any luggage?”

“I’m afraid not. Is there a place close by where a person could purchase ready-made clothes?”

“Aye, my lord. A nice ladies' shop at No. 13 and 14 St. Mary Street. She designs ladies' clothes. There is a milliner, a general store, and a wine and spirits shop on that street. There is a tailor’s shop at No. 15 St. Mary. So, I think you might be able to find everything you need there.”

“How far is it from here?”

“I would say, seven to eight miles, my lord. Would you want a carriage to go rather than this…this…my lord, I have never seen a coach this large.”

“I had it made in a state in North America and had it shipped to London. I don’t think you will ever see another one like it.” Fred boasted.

“Aye. It is a handsome coach, my lord. Before I put it away, would you prefer this or a carriage from the King’s Arms? ” The ostler inquired.

“I believe I would enjoy something smaller. My coachman will take this coach to your appointed area. You may unharness the horses, wipe them down, feed them. I will take your carriage to Weymouth. How long will it take you to bring it round?”

“Not long, my lord. Fifteen to twenty minutes.”

“I need to get checked in. I will return with my wife.”

“Yes, my lord. Do you need a driver?”

“No, I can handle it.” Fred walked up to the front of the coaching inn. Margaret, John, and Henry were sitting in the dining room. “This is a nice coaching inn.” He looked around at the waiting area, the rugs, and the lighting. The inn looked pristine. “Did you get checked in?”

“Blackwood and Little Stevie girl got a large room with two beds, so I think we have seen the last of them for the day. Henry and I checked in. We have separate rooms, thank God. This man” John pointed at Henry, “snores so loud, you could hear him from here to London.”

Henry’s face turned red and he actually giggled. “I can’t help it. I don’t know I’m doing it – I’m asleep!”

“And what of my wife and I?” Fred squeezed Ginny's hand.

“Yes, yes. Never fear. I got you a large room with a sitting area, a water closet, and a large bed. I figured you and your wife would appreciate such a room.” John turned his gaze to Margaret as she turned away from him.

“Well, I rented a carriage to go into Weymouth. The stores carry all we need to get a clean set of clothes, a few bottles of wine, and toiletries. Who else wants to go?”

“I need to go. I can’t stand myself.” John’s face looked as if he smelled something putrid.

“I may as well. Then we can return and eat. I’m starved.” Henry rubbed his hands together in anticipation of a grand meal.

“All right, wife. Gentlemen, shall we?” Margaret looked up at Fred with the sweetest smile. She is so cute.

“Margaret, we need to send a letter to your parents.”

“Yes, but can we write them on the morrow?”

“Yes, dear!” Henry and John answered in unison. Then guffawed.

Their stay at the King’s Arms Coaching Inn was a glorious experience for Margaret and Fredrick. Henry caught a private coach the following day. Like the rest of their party; physically and mentally exhausted, Henry wished to return to Town as soon as possible. His father had not been well and Henry was anxious to see him.

Fredrick and Margaret spent little time with Little Stevie girl and Blackwood as they kept to themselves; they ate all their meals in their room while Blackwood tried to learn as much as he could about her life. She seemed content. Blackwood found it hard to believe she could have been satisfied with her sheltered life. But she knew nothing else. She had no basis for comparison.

The day after their arrival, Stephen rented a small carriage and took Little Stevie girl to Weymouth and bought gifts for all the students and faculty. He was able to purchase two large cakes and had a wonderful time at Little Stevie girl’s school. Stephen could see in her demeanor how much more relaxed she seemed at the school and the people she grew up around. She had been reluctant for Papa to spend his money, but he explained he was quite wealthy, She seemed to be reluctant regarding Papa's wealth, but at his insistence, took her time to pick out the right gift for each person.

During their short stay at the inn, John would join Stephen and Little Stevie girl for walks if they left their room, but John ate his meals with Margaret and Fredrick. John filled them in on Little Stevie girl’s progress. Blackwood barely let Little Stevie girl more than an arm’s length from him. He continued to kiss her cheeks, pet her, and hold her hand. The attachment seemed instantaneous.

Blackwood, Little Stevie girl, and John stayed another night. On the third day, John rented a coach and driver to take the three to Blackwood’s Buck Horn Oak estate within the Alice Holt Forest. It was approximately forty-six miles from Town. Far enough for Little Stevie girl to be comfortable; close enough for John or Blackwood to go into Town and return to Buck Horn Oak in a day.

The Two of Us

On the last day of their stay, Margaret and Fredrick had time to themselves. Fred never thought he would be able to spend one night with a woman. He adored every single second with his Ginny. She woke in the morning, brushed her teeth, and completed her toilet, without a lady's maid. Then she would run back to bed, and jump on Fredrick, who pretended to be asleep, so she would giggle and kiss on him as she pounced. He loved her being silly.

He would grab her around the waist and pull her to him. After a luscious morning kiss, he would inspect her visage. She was beautiful with that long, raven hair spilling around her, opening like curtains to expose those succulent breasts. The minute he would play with her nipples she would moan. “Oh, Fredrick, please.”

“You know what is coming, don’t you, my sweet.” His voice – potent. “Get up here.”

“Yes, husband. She put her hands on the bed tester and spread her legs on either side of Fredrick’s head.

“You have the most delicious cunny. It is all mine, is it not?” Fred demanded an answer.

“Yes, it is all yours. Only yours. Now, please?”

“All my what, Ginny. I failed to hear what is only mine.”

“My…my…you know.”

“Say it or get down off of my face, sweet.”

“My…my cunny is all yours. Now, please.”

“Yes, my love.” He put his hands on her bottom, then he put his mouth right over her clitoris and began to lick. The more she moaned the more intense his pressure until she tightened. He moved a finger into the place of his desire and she exploded. He could feel her orgasm on his mouth. He thought it a wonder and privilege to be able to share the experience her orgasm.

When her pulsating orgasm subsided and Ginny was depleted, he pulled her down to his belly, lifted her bottom, and impaled her on his harder-than-marble cock. He loved fucking her in this position. He could savor her beautiful, sultry look, and raven hair moving with each thrust. Those delectable breasts bounced only drove him closer to the edge. When he reached the peak of his sexual pleasure, he refused to pull out. He groaned. Margaret saw his chest muscles ripple and flex. She thought him most handsome. She had wanted him for so long.

He took her arms. “Come down here.” She would lay down on him, his cock still buried inside her, which she loved. His mouth pressed against hers. He turned her head and plundered her neck. He blew, kissed, and ravished her ear. He captured her hair in his hands. His other hand moved to a nipple that peeked out the side. Her breasts were a bonus for him.

He flexed a muscle inside her and she gave him another giggle. “I can feel that. How do you do that?”

“'Tis a trick with mirrors.” He waggled his brow.

“You are silly, Fredrick.” She went for his lips again. He had his hands on her shoulders. “Fred? Your friend down there?”

“Yes, my sweeting?” He looked at her so adoringly.

“He seems anxious again.” She gave him one of those sultry looks only she could give.

“Oh, truly? Are you sure? Perhaps we should test your theory. Hmm?”

“Absolutely. I think yours is an excellent scientific approach.” She began to move up and back on his cock.

“Oh, good heavens, Ginny. You are too good.” He moaned.

She wanted to tease him. She put her hand down to stimulate her clitoris. She saw his eyes focus on her hand at work. She made a dreamy ‘mmm’ sound. “Oh, my sweet, you are a wonderful lover. I’m unable to control myself.”

She threw her head back and moaned. “Oh, Fred, yes. Right there.” In her desire to drive him wild, she had stimulated herself. She was going to spend again.

“Dear heavens. You are going to make me spend again. Ginny, you drive me crazy.”

She edged closer to her pinnacle. She tensed when Fred reached up and pinched her nipples. That pushed her into pure bliss. He went with her. She thought it better than the fireworks the King had for the public to celebrate the day of his birth. She would never tire of having unbelievable sex with the man she had adored for so long.

They caught their breaths. “If you don’t get off of me, I’m going to end up taking you again. You make me crazy, Ginny.” She raised off of him and moved to his side. “I better clean you up, my sweet. We need to get dressed.” He walked over to the bellpull. “We need to break our fast. I want to see you in one of those new dresses.” Margaret had rolled to her side and propped up on an elbow.

His eyes were riveted on her. “My God, Ginny. You are the most sensuous woman I have ever seen. I wish I had a talent for painting. You would be the envy of all the lovely ladies throughout history ever painted on canvas.” He walked over to her with a wet washing cloth, pulled the bedclothes down, sat on the edge of the bed, and cleaned her up. He stood, took the cloth, and swatted her on her glorious bottom. “Up, my lady. We have much to do today. I can’t get dressed when you lay there looking so delicious. We must go see about Frank. He has been there much longer than I thought he would.”

“I think it might have been much like what happened with Muriel. She lost so much blood. A problem because she is so tiny.”

“True, Frank did lose a lot of blood. I feel so guilty. I got him into this. Likely, he would never have worked with us as he did had it not been for me.”

“Fredrick, he worked under the direct orders of Sir Jonathan Fielding. You cannot take responsibility for Frank’s injury. Thistlewood caused his injury.”

He walked over to the bed, again, took her hand, and pulled her out of the bed. He gave her a tight squeeze. “Thank you, Ginny. I appreciate you so much. You are my biggest advocate. I still feel responsible.”

“You have gone above and beyond; doing so much for him. Now, we will collect him and head back home for the ‘reckoning’.” She gritted her teeth with a grimace.

“Not funny, Ginny dear. Your father may meet me at the door with a machete.”

“Oh, Fredrick. He would not.” She snickered. “That would make too big a mess.”

He swatted her on the bottom again with the washing cloth.

Go and Fetch Frank

By the fourth day, the naval physician permitted Frank to leave. The doctor had two navy men carry Frank down to the dinghy while Frank blustered on and on about him being fully capable. “Don’t be such a blunderbuss. You are a lucky fellow. If you had been stuck with us treating you, you would have been in the ground by now.” Fred goaded him.

“I’m sure you are correct. I’m more than a little embarrassed by having two men carry me.” Frank had a tired and apologetic look.

“And more news for you, Frank. You get to stay with Fredrick and me for at least a week. I know you will be most grateful for the cuisine. Being a bachelor and living alone, you are probably tired of pub food. Fredrick’s kitchen staff is excellent.” Margaret looked at Fredrick with loving eyes. She seemed to caress him with those emeralds.

The sailors carried Frank to the dock where Daniel met them. “Now you are going to carry me?”

“Again.” Daniel nodded with a hand full of Frank.

“Oh, God. Yes, again.” Frank shook his head – face red as a beet.

“You will get used to it, Frank. Daniel is responsible for getting you up and down the stairs for a week. Be grateful I have a footman strong enough to carry your sorry arse.”

“I’m fully capable – “ He looked disgusted.

“You heard what the doctor said, ‘minimal ambulation and no stairs for at least a week.” Fred reminded him.

“My gosh, I feel like I’m a toddler,” Frank whined.

“You certainly sound like one,” Fred remarked and Margaret covered her chuckles with her hands over her mouth.

Frank glared at them.

“I’m sorry Frank. You do sound a bit whiny.” Margaret tried, not too hard, to hold back a giggle.

“I apologize. I’m not used to this. Being incapacitated. It is awful.”

“Be grateful. We are going to stop for two nights before we get to Town. You would be set back days longer in your recovery if we did not.” Fred pointed his finger at Frank. Frank pshawed.

“You are pointing your finger at me? Like the old nun I had in school. She always pointed her finger at me.” For reasons only Frank understood, he chuckled, at least until he moaned and held his side.

“You had better relax Frank. I think we are about out of laudanum.” Margaret grimaced apologetically. She felt bad for Frank, but she would never tell Fred. He already felt bad enough. "I'm sure Dr. Haynie will provide more for you after he examines you."