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She felt very overwhelmed and distraught as she sat in the parlor, the very parlor that her mama had been so proud of. Penelope sniffed lightly as she looked around the room. She wasn’t the biggest fan, she preferred simple things, and her mother's taste was very outlandish. Penelope couldn't think terribly of the dead so she quickly adverted her eyes back to the man sitting across from her. Her mother had died very unexpectedly two weeks ago. Penelope was only nine and ten and didn’t know anything about the next steps. Penelope was an only child and lived with only her mother in a very small cottage on the outskirts of a tiny village. Despite that, her mother was very fancy, and dressed herself and her daughter to impress, even though they never went anywhere.
Penelope was very sheltered and didn’t speak to other people other than a maid who helped with the cleaning and washing. She knew nothing of the real world and she was very unprepared to deal with anything.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?” The man asked again and she shook her head, she hadn’t been listening. It was hard, this man was handsome and she kept blushing every time he looked at her. She hadn’t seen that many men before, once in a while one would come to the door and her mother would shoo them away, but any man she had seen was ugly. This one looked nice, she didn’t know they could look like this. He was making her nervous and her stomach felt like something flutterly was in it.
“I’m very sorry my mind seemed to have wandered, do you mind repeating?” She replied placing her teacup down on the small table in front of them and then placing her slightly shaking hands in her lap, trying to hide the fact that they were shaking from him. He cleared his throat and her eyes were pulled to his. They weren’t looking at her own eyes, they were instead focused on her chest. She quickly glanced down wondering if she had crumbs on herself, that would be so embarrassing. She slightly brushed down her chest, and that seemed to snap him back to reality and he looked at her eyes, his ears turning red. She frowned, not understanding the faux pas that she must have done accidentally.
“It’s quite alright Miss. Featherington, I understand this is a lot for you to deal with at the same time as mourning your mother.” her solicitor Mr. Colin Bridgerton told her. She licked her lips slightly and looked away from his gaze, she did not understand the feeling that was settling in her lower stomach. She squirmed in her seat, she couldn’t seem to get comfortable. She felt almost an ache near the apex of her thighs.
“What I was telling you was that it seems your mother left everything to you in her will. Now this is slightly unorthodox as you are so young and also unmarried.” He paused and she looked up and watched as his eyes raked over her form again. She felt nervous sitting in her black mourning dress. It was very tight, she hadn’t worn it since her father died three years prior and her breasts and everything else had grown since then. It was all she had and she normally would have just worn her regular day dresses, but her mother instilled certain social standards and at the last minute, she donned the tight garment, thinking the solicitor would think she was heartless if she wasn’t wearing her mourning garbs still.
“Your mother has left you a small trust and it's enough to sustain you for your entire life Miss. Featherington, if you live a moderate lifestyle.” He finally spoke again and she nodded slowly. She wasn’t like her mama, she didn’t value the finer things in life. She would be fine here in this little cottage, she didn’t even need the maid she was sure she could keep up the place herself. She just didn’t know how to cook, or even procure food. She bit her lip lightly as she thought that over.
“Yes, I would also be okay with either selling or donating most of Mama’s things. I don’t have as much or need as much as she has acquired over the years.” Penelope told him and he nodded slightly looking around the room.
“My mama and I didn’t have the same taste.” She frowned again and he seemed to smile at that.
“Well, that's good to hear.” He said with a slight joke. His eyes suddenly locked on hers again and she felt her pulse in her ear. Why was he looking at her so intently all of a sudden? He licked his lips as he looked her up and down almost hungrily.
“Miss. Featherington, I’ve worked on your mother's accounts for years and she never brought you with her to my office, nor did I ever see you when I would come here.” He paused for a moment and she fluttered her lashes slightly as she finally looked into his eyes.
“What I’m asking is, did she keep you all hidden away in here?” He asked boldly and she felt nervous. It was an odd thing to ask.
“Well, I suppose so.” She said slowly. “My mama said the world was full of terrible things and I was something bright and beautiful and she didn’t want any storm clouds coming and ruining me.” She remembered vividly her mother saying this to her over and over again when she would beg to go out into the world.
“Had your mama told you anything of men?” He asked sitting up in his seat and placing the teacup he had been holding onto the table next to her own. She pursed her lips and shook her head.
“No, not really. Only that I must stay away from them.” She told him honestly. He was Mama’s solicitor, he was trustworthy, right? For her to tell him about such personal things he had to be. He suddenly stood up from the sofa across from her and plopped down right next to her.
“Oh.” She almost jumped at the contact of his thigh against her own.
“Now, I understand your mother kept you in the dark about all these things but I’m here to teach you how to behave in proper society. Since you are now the head of your own household you and I will be having meetings together often.” He told her, looking down at her. Even with them sitting he was so much taller, he was looming over her. She felt very nervous, like she was doing something wrong.
“Okay, thank you for helping me.” She said slowly and he broke out into a very attractive smile.
“Now Miss. Featherington this is only something you and I do together, no other man is allowed to be like this with you.” He said sternly and she nodded slowly.
“We are going to help take care of each other.” He said and she tilted her head to the side.
“So this is something my Mama and you would do together?” She responded and she watched him almost cringe. He parted his lips before closing his eyes for a second. She was puzzled and he seemed to be searching for the right words.
“This is something you and I will be doing together, only you and I, do you understand now?” He asked and she didn’t but she was starting to feel embarrassed so she nodded anyway.
“Okay good.” He said slowly and she watched his hands start fumbling with the front of his trousers. What was he doing?? She quickly looked away and he chuckled next to her.
“It's okay.” He said after a moment but she refused to look at him.
“Now climb onto my lap.” He said after a moment, his tone sounded heavier than it did earlier. She scoffed at the idea.
“Why, I am much too heavy.” She told him still looking at the ground and not him, her fingers were gripping the couch under her.
“I promise you are not.” He said when she suddenly felt his hands at her sides helping her to stand up. She gasped in shock as he stood her up and then lightly sat her down on his lap, her back along his front.
“Now.” He said into her ear from behind her.
“Lift up your skirts.” He whispered and the tone of it went shooting up and down her spine.
“Why?” She asked, this was so odd. Was this what her mother was doing with him when she would be banished to her room until he was gone?
“Just trust me and do it please.” He told her and she finally grabbed her skirts and started pulling them up along her legs. This felt very improper but he was the knowledgeable one in this department so she would follow his lead. When her skirts got around her thighs his large hands were suddenly helping her, pulling her skirt to mid-waist. She gasped as her center was bare to the room.
“Mr. Bridgerton I don’t know if this is proper.” She whined and he shushed her.
“Shh sweet girl, it will be alright.” He told her and she felt herself shaking on him. His hand was suddenly smoothing along her thick thigh and she sucked in a gasp as it slid towards her mound.
“What are you doing now?” She gasped as he pulled that leg open, forcing her to spread her legs. She was nervous and used her hands to cover her open center. His other went towards her other thigh also opening it.
“Oh my.” She breathed. Her heart was thumping rapidly in her chest and she could feel something hard poking into her backside.
“See everything is okay.” He said behind her and she tilted her head back to look at him.
“I’m nervous.” She told him and he nodded before using one of his hands to pull her hand away from her center.
“It’s okay I’ll go slow I promise.” He told her placing her hands to her sides before bringing his fingers back to her mound. His fingers slid through easily and she heard him hiss.
“My Miss. Featherington I’m sorry I left you so wet and wanting this whole meeting.” He said and she blushed, she could feel the pink covering her cheeks and neck as it traveled to her chest.
“Do you find me attractive?” He asked in his deep gravely voice again and she nodded lightly.
“What was that?” He asked again as one of his fingers touched the furthest inside her that anything ever had before. She gasped and clutched at his pants.
“Yes, I think you are very handsome Mr. Bridgerton.” She breathed out as best she could and she felt him kiss her neck and it sent a shiver down her back.
“I think you are gorgeous Penelope, may I call you Penelope?” He asked and she nodded, she very much liked him calling her by her first name.
“Now darling, the next bit might hurt a little but I promise to make it feel good at the end.” He said soothingly to her and she nodded again. She really didn’t know what they were doing and why she was feeling so intently at her center, nice feelings shot up and down her body whenever he hit a specific part. He suddenly lifted her up slowly and he moved himself slightly, resting her on his chest as he forced a hand under them and adjusted something. He was suddenly sitting her back down and she felt something nudge at that opening that he teased with his fingers before.
“Oh, Mr. Bridgerton.” She said gripping his arm. Whatever he was placing inside her was thick and it hurt.
“Shh it’s okay darling I got you.” He told her and she made another small little noise as he pushed her down more.
“You're doing so well.” He told her in her ear, one of his hands coming to wrap around her waist and the other up to her breast. He squeezed it and she gasped again as he sunk her further now.
“I don’t think I can take more.” She pleaded the stretch at her center was becoming too much. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“I know you can.” He said confidently as he pushed his own hips up slightly making her take more of him. He pulled her down one more time and he sighed into her neck, his lips ghosting along sending goosebumps along her arms.
“See I told you, you could take all of it.” She nodded, but it was still hurting and she wondered when it would start feeling nice like he said.
“Now we are going to move together up and down and then I will touch you again and we will both reach our peaks together.” He told her and she was confused, none of that made sense. He pushed up into her first very slowly and she started getting used to whatever was inside her.
“See, it's starting to feel nice huh?” He asked and she blinked open her eyes when his hand at her waist went down and started touching that spot again, the one that sent bolts of pleasure up and down her body.
“Oh, I like that.” She said slowly and he started bucking up into her hard and rubbing that spot and she was gasping. Why did this feel so nice? It hurt to start but now she was begging him to go faster.
“Don’t stop.” She whispered and he was gasping behind her as he pushed in and out of her faster his hand at her center never stopping.
“I feel like something is coming.” Penelope said suddenly, it felt like the feeling was about to hit the peak like he had said.
“Come for me darling, please I’m so close.” He cried and the sound of his voice, and his pleas sent her over the edge and she felt herself flutter around him her eyes closing again as she threw her head back to his shoulder.
“Fuck.” She heard him curse for the first time as he stilled his hips along her backside, she felt him twitching inside her now and they were both panting as he slowly loosened his hold on her.
“Wow.” Penelope said slowly, she felt shaky as she lifted off of him, and she felt something slowly start sliding down her legs she reached down and touched it, pulling her hand back to inspect what it was.
“That is my spent, you need to leave it there.” He told her and she nodded finally letting go of her dress, it fluttered to the ground and she slowly sat down next to him winching slightly, she was now feeling very sore down there.
“Now Penelope I need you to remember this is only something you and I are allowed to do together, do you understand?” He asked and she watched him put whatever it was he placed inside her back into his trousers.
“So we will be doing that again?” She asked slowly and he nodded.
“Oh yes, we have lots of meetings and we will end every one of them just like that.” He said with an almost wicked grin on his face. She nodded and he left soon after that, telling her he would be back the following week for their next meeting. She still felt odd about the whole thing, but in the end, she had to trust that he knew what he was doing.