Just get home as quickly as possible

"What, not even going to defend yourself?" Percy teases in a whisper as Peggy shakes her head mutely. He shakes the reins and they set out again, leaving the cart behind as his horse begins walking toward town once more. As they round a bend in the road and the cart disappears from sight, Percy returns his hand to her breast and squeezes her roughly, making Peggy cry out in startlement and a bit of pain.

"Aaaah! M-Mr. Winthrop...milord...please...!"

"Mmmmm, Peggy Foxhaven...you're a girl after my own heart...or other things," Percy whisper-growls. He pulls her to him as they ride forward and thrusts his hips against her thigh, letting her feel the rock-hard organ he bears rub up against her. Peggy lets out a gasp of pain mingled with ecstasy as he seizes her hair and pulls her head back, leaning forward to plant a fierce, sucking kiss on her neck. Peggy moans as he kisses up her neck toward her mouth, keeping a firm hand on the back of her head. He pulls her into a ferocious kiss and Peggy melts as he forces his way into her mouth with his strong, questing tongue. Her legs open instinctively as he drops his other hand to her crotch and begins massaging her lower lips through her skirt, and she wraps her tongue eagerly, hungrily, around his.

"M-milord...hah...this is...please!...this is m-most improper..." Peggy whimpers when she comes up for air. She gasps and squirms as Percy continues to tickle and stroke her labia and clit, her whole body tingling, feeling awash with need, with want, with desire. Percy laughs.

"Improper? This is the way of things, little Peg," he whispers into her ear. "You're little more than a cunt in a fancy dress - clever and high-class, to be sure, but still useful mostly for giving pleasure to men and bringing their children into the world. You can't deny the role you were born for...even now, your cunt yearns for me, doesn't it? Yearns to be stretched and filled by my massive cock?"

Peggy gasps but can't stop herself from nodding eagerly.

"But you shan't have it...because the pursuit is sweeter, I've found, than the possessing," Percy continues in his low whisper. "And besides - it would be 'improper,' to use your word. This...this is just a little tryst. Now, what would be improper would be for me to free my cock and make you stroke me as we ride...or to rein over to the side of the road and push you to your knees so that you could take my cock deep into your throat...or, as your needy little cunny wants, I could push you to your back in the dirt, lift your legs up to your head, and plow you like a fertile field. Would that make your cunt happy?" He lightly smacks Peggy's pussy and she gasps, looking at him through half-lidded eyes.

"W-what will you...do...milord?" she asks, barely able to think straight.

Percy smiles cruelly. "Nothing." Suddenly he withdraws his hand from her pussy, and Peggy mews in protest. "You've not earned my cock yet, and I want you to...if you want to, that is. But I know you do." He teases one of her nipples as he kisses her unresisting lips again. "I don't need the relief...I've plenty of pussy available to me. But I know you don't have the same privileges...so I think I'll keep you wanting. Tonight, when you're alone and you touch yourself down there...I want you to think of me taking you. And know that you're fully mine, even if I haven't paid for you yet..."

Peggy groans as he releases her breast and takes up the reins again. He wraps one arm tightly about her waist - keeping her pressed up against his still-hard member - and smirks as he adjusts his other hand to seize the reins in such a way that Peggy's breasts continually brush against the inside of his arm. Peggy feels flushed and dazed as they ride on. Surely he...surely he can't have said all that to her just now, can he? Was this a dream? But no...she can feel his cock against her thigh, and the space between her legs yearns, aching, to receive it. She manages to sit up slightly straighter as they pass a column of marching soldiers (a few of whom chuckle at the sight of the two together and unchaperoned, particularly when Percy grins and grinds his hips subtly against Peggy's ass), but she's still too light-headed from his ministrations to pay much attention to her surroundings as they finally get to Wimbly Place. Percy stops just outside the gate and gently takes her chin, turning her face toward his.

"Tonight, you'll satisfy that needy cunt of yours, yes, Miss Foxhaven? And you'll think of me when you do." Peggy nods, mute, desperate with need. "Good girl. Here." He leans forward and kisses her firmly on the lips, making Peggy melt once more - but then he pulls back, and leaps lightly down from his horse. He raises a hand to her and helps her descend, for all the world a gallant young man of breeding. "We'll talk more of this soon enough, I warrant. For now, go give my greetings to your family...and have a good night, Miss Foxhaven." As she turns to go, he delivers a stinging, full-handed slap to her ass, grinning at her as she squeaks and darts away, cheeks flaming brilliantly.

As Peggy rushes through the house, her father and Esther look up from the sitting room where they're reading. "Ah, Peggy, you're back!" Mr. Foxhaven says cheerfully. "Did you enjoy your ride?"

"I - I did, father, but I fell on the way back. Mr. Winthrop was kind enough to escort me back home..."

"Was he now? Well I'm glad to hear that. I'd hate to think of anything improper befalling one of my girls out there on the roads! Thank goodness he came along, then."

"Y-yes...excuse me, father, I want to go wash up."

Peggy darts away, hurrying upstairs to her room to collect herself. She manages to make it through dinner without incident, but that night as she lies in bed, Percy's words come back to her, hauntingly: "Tonight, you'll satisfy that needy cunt of yours...and you'll think of me when you do." Unbidden - at least by her - her hand slowly reaches down as she closes her eyes, and she pulls her night gown up around her waist until her fingers find her own mound, the soft, slick lips that lie there, and the tingling nubbin at their top. As she begins to gently stroke herself, she lets out a quiet moan, not daring to wake the rest of the house. And as she rubs herself to a much-delayed, toe-curling, vision-blacking release, she whispers into the dark, "M-M-Milord...P-Percy..." Finally, covered in a light sheen of sweat, she falls asleep.