She can’t bring herself to object

"Oh, M-M-M-Mr. Winthrop..." Peggy gasps weakly as Percy continues to massage her thigh. His hand on her breast tightens slightly, squeezing her tender flesh and cupping her stiffening, sensitive nipple in his palm.

"You really ought to call me Percy," Percy murmurs into her ear. He leans forward and places the gentlest, softest kiss on her neck, and Peggy gasps as his lips just brush her tingling skin. "Or 'my Lord...'"

"I d-didn't know you - oohhhhhh," Peggy moans slightly as Percy kisses up her neck and, leaning forward, gently nibbles on her earlobe, his hot breath warming her flesh and his teeth sending paroxysms of desire down her spine. "I d-didn't think you h-held the title..."

"I don't." Percy's hand slides sensuously across her lap, running over her thigh, dipping down briefly into the gap between them, and then landing firmly on her other thigh, rubbing her through the fabric of her skirt and petticoats. Peggy gasps and turns her head to gaze at him, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. Surely he can't mean to...?

And then Percy leans forward and kisses her. The hand at her side rises to cup the back of her head, preventing her from pulling away - not that she's attempting to do so, in any case. Peggy moans slightly into his mouth, eyes closing, as her lips part instinctively, welcoming in his hot, probing tongue. As her body relaxes into the kiss she feels her legs open, a deep, yearning ache - a need - filling her loins. She feels Percy's hand on her thigh slide down, cupping the inside of her thigh as her body instinctively welcomes the attention. Percy thrusts his tongue more fiercely into her, tangling his fingers in her hair and questing deep, forcing her tongue to submit to his as he explores the confines of her mouth. Peggy feels something inside her melt, almost, in her desire for this man, this strong man...

As Percy pulls back, she lets out a brief gasp of shock and want. She manages to open her eyes, meeting his intense gaze with a desperate mixture of desire and fear. Percy smirks as he strokes the inside of her thigh, hand slowly moving ever upward and inward.

"I may not hold the title of lord, but that needn't stop me from being your lord, little Peg..."

And then his fingers press onto her most intimate part, at the very center of her thighs, and Peggy lets out something between a gasp and a shriek, mouth involuntarily falling open as the feeling of desire that's been building deep in her core explodes into the fullness of her body, making her yearn for him, nothing but him. Percy begins to gently stroke her through her skirts, tracing her lowermost lips and the burning core of her desire there, cupping her mound, as his other hand wraps around her chest to hold her to him and squeeze her breast once more. He smirks as Peggy lets out little gasps and squeaks under his attentions.

"Let me show you what a pleasure it would be, Peggy...for me to be your lord...for you to be owned..."

Peggy moans as Percy begins to circle her clitoris with his fingers, gently pressing into her and sending pulses of heat through her body. She grabs his shoulder desperately with one hand, steadying herself on the pommel of the saddle with the other as she tries to keep herself from falling off the horse as she shakes and squirms under his attentions.

"My lord...my lord..." she gasps, letting out a little cry as Percy bites her neck. She wants to open her legs even further to him, let him go deeper into her, but there's no room...she kisses him hungrily instead as he slips his fingers under the hem of her bodice and his fingertips caress her breast and tweak her nipple, sparks arcing through her body between there and her loins, her whole body wanting him. As he thrusts his tongue into her mouth again, Peggy feels him shift his hips forward in the saddle, and she can feel the hard yet yielding firmness of his aroused member pressing into her thighs. Suddenly her cunt feels absolutely empty, a great void yearning to be filled by him, by him...

Suddenly Percy withdraws his fingers from Peggy's bosom, and she mews slightly in protest. He chuckles. "You can feel what you're doing to me, but look alive, Peggy," he whispers. "We've company."

Peggy, dazed, looks about and only for the first time registers the clip-clop of horse hooves on the road ahead of them. A cart rounds the corner ahead of them, creaking and filled mostly with straw, driven by a broad-shouldered, rough-hewn man. A young woman wearing a simple dress, apron, and smock sits beside him. As they draw level with the cart Percy reins his horse to a stop.

"Good morning, sir," he says breezily to the farmer, who politely stops his cart as well. "Coming from Highbury?"

"Aye, sir. Just dropped off the latest at market."

"Had a good day?" As he speaks, Peggy jumps slightly, her cheeks flushing scarlet. Percy's left hand is still in her lap, and to her shock and dismay it's returned to gently stroking her most intimate regions. Her breath starts to come heavier, but she clamps her lips together and tries to maintain an erect, dignified posture.

"Well, you know, sir. Never as good as one would hope," the farmer replies.

"Ha. I understand what you mean. I've experienced being thwarted in my intentions before, haven't I, Miss Foxhaven?"

"I - ah! - I suppose you have," Peggy gasps, unable to keep her voice from breaking slightly as Percy gently rubs her clit. The farm girl on the cart looks at them curiously, then a slow smile starts to break across her face. The farmer keeps his face carefully neutral.

"I suppose you have, sir," the farmer says. "In any case, we're headed back out of town now."

"And we are headed in. Hopefully one day to slip a head in. Excuse me, I meant to say, to lay our heads down. It's been a long ride, and I shan't have the energy for another long ride for some time."

Peggy can't stop herself from gasping, a shudder running through her body, as Percy presses into her. The farmer stares dead ahead, but the girl sitting next to him lets out a little guffaw as Peggy squirms, making her blush even harder.

"Indeed, sir," the farmer says abruptly, with a sharp glance at the girl next to him. "But we'd best be on our way now. Good day to you." With a courteous nod, he flicks the reins and the cart creaks into motion.

"What a little slattern!" Percy murmurs into Peggy's ear as the cart passes by them. "Laughing at you - and you her better! Would you like me to teach her a lesson? Happy to do so for you, and I can, you know..."

Peggy, face flushed and body still tingling from his ministrations, hesitates...