CW: Rough, angry sex. Mentions of adultery.
Basically ... if "rough angry you slept with my brother and now I want to reclaim you and it's actually kind of kinky but I'm really angry with you bothers you," Don't read it.
Reclaiming Lizzie
A Historical Kink Fiction. Not based on any persons living. I can't say its not based on any dead people. One never knows what dead people did unless one asks them. But no one you know .
Thomas was angry. He was mostly angry he'd been lied to. He'd had his suspicions for years, but now they had been confirmed and he detested being lied to. He stalked up the stairs of his home, into the front door, tossing his tall hat onto the settee, stripping over his over coat and throwing it down, with an angry dark face he climbed the stairs and threw open the door to the nursery where his three children studied with their nanny. "Take the children to town." He said, the nanny gave him a confused look but stood, "Do not come home until dinner." The children cheered, giving their father a hug and skipped out. He caught nanny by the arm, "I mean it, do not return until dinner, and also tell the other servants to be scarce , and instruct cook to tell no one what she hears. Understand?"
The young girl nodded her eyes wide, "Yessir." She herded her charges out the door in obedience.
Thomas went to the master suite and made himself comfortable in his wife's favorite chair, and waited, sullenly.
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Lizzie returned home less than an hour later, her arms full of brown wrapped parcels and a smile on her face, she really was in love with this new light weight fabric and couldn't wait to cut out the pattern with Mamie and start sewing. The house was strangely still. She frowned, "Adelaide?" She called her daughter's name, "Lydia? Andrew?" She furrowed her brow, no one answered, She opened the door to the kitchen, "Cookie, where is everyone?"
Cookie jumped slightly, "Uh... Mister Thomas said for everyone to go out for the afternoon. He's upstairs." She didn't make eye contact, which Lizzie found odd, "I got supper to keep, get on now Miss Lizzie." She said, shooing her in an attempt at normalcy.
"Well.. ok..." Lizzie worried her lip, she headed up the stairs with her parcels and grinned when she saw her husband sitting on her favorite chair in their suite. "Thomas! I can't wait til you see these fabrics we found. They're delightful and soft, and.." She stopped when she saw his sullen expression. He was an older version of his brother, little bit lighter hair and hazel eyes instead of blue, and now those eyes glinted with an emotion she found a bit frightening. "Thomas.. is.. everything ok?" She said, setting her parcels down and watching him.
"Why don't you tell me, Elizabeth." He purred. "Why don't you begin and tell me everything? Who all did you see in town?"
She furrowed her brow, "Just Hannah and Nellie, we met at the mercantile then went to that little tea shop that opened up, had a lovely mint tea."
"You didn't go anywhere else?" he advancedon her, towering over her. "Maybe... peek in the saloon?"
Lizzie quirked a brow, "I do not ever peek into the gambling and drinking establisments." She shuddered in true southern belle fashion, "Honestly, Thomas..."
"yes... honestly Lizzie." He purred, treachously, catching her wrist in his hand he backed her up a step, keeping his eyes on hers, "Who frequents those establisments on the weekends? Who might you want to sneak a secret message to since we have not seen him for a fortnight...or...I haven't... I hear otherwise about you."
Lizzie gasped as her back hit the front of the gentleman's dresser, "I did not go into town to see John, it was merely a ladies visit." She said softly, averting her eyes.
"I thought my brother was a childhood plaything and fantasy of yours." He gripped her wrists a bit harder and pressed the long length of his body against hers, his leg in between hers, fightin with the petticoats and cage expanding her skirt. He leaned close, almost menacingly to her lips, "I know the truth, Elizabeth." He whispered against them, "I know you've been fucking my brother." He stopped her before she could speak, his hands restraining her wrists and she gasped, "And I know It didn't stop with our betrothal, nor our marriage, nor the birth of our children. I have known for some time, now Lizzie, but the proof was merely brought to me." He pulled back , looking at her. Her wide blue eyes looking into his, "You do not deny it?"
"No, I do not." She said softly, "Thomas you're hurting me" He lessened his grip on her wrists to step away and grasp her long sewing shears, watching as she looked at him with trepidation, swallowing hard, he saw the pulse beat in her neck.
"Frightened, Lizzie?" He tapped the blades against his palm, "What do you think I might do now that I have my proof, now that my brother drunkenly confessed to it all, proudly, I might add."
"I... I don't know Thomas.' She said quietly, he was prone to outbursts of anger, but he had never struck her, "Why did he tell you?" there was a slight edge of betrayal in her voice.
