It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a dominant man in possession of a good set of cuffs, must be in want of a much younger, submissive wife.
However little known the feelings or views of such a man may be on his first entering a neighbourhood, this truth is so well fixed in the minds of the surrounding families, that he is considered the rightful property of some one or other of their daughters.
“My dear Mr. Bennet,” said his lady to him one day as she removed the ball gag from his mouth, “have you heard that Netherfield Park is at last under new ownership?”
“No M’Lady,” Mr. Bennet replied.
“But it is,” returned she, untying the leather restraints that bound her naughty husband to the bed post;
Mr. Bennet made no answer, as he was took advantage of his freedom to pin his wife beneath him.
“Do you not want to know who has taken it?” cried his wife, impatiently thrusting her hips up to encourage him to enter her hard and fast.
“You want to tell me?” Mr. Bennet groaned, feeling the tight muscles of her quim clamp down on him. He ravaged her like a man teased beyond his endurance, his posterior red and burning from her use of the riding crop. “I have no objection to hearing it – as soon as you come for me.”
This was invitation enough.?
“Why, my dear, you make me ache,” Mrs. Bennet said, sighing her pleasure as he thrust in and out. They had been married twenty years and were raising five daughters, but he still made her feel like a wanton. She dug her nails into his shoulders as the sweet oblivion threatened to have her caterwauling her pleasure to the household. Settling for screaming into his mouth, his lady met his plunges eagerly until the sparks danced before her eyes and tremors threatened to rip her apart.
He grunted and finished shortly after, collapsing on top of Mrs. Bennet. He kissed her shoulder and rolled off to stare at the ceiling while he tried to catch his breath.
“Mrs. Long says that Netherfield is taken by a young man of large fortune from the north of England; that he came down on Monday in a chaise and four to see the place, and was so much delighted with it, that he is to take possession before Michaelmas, and some of his servants are to be in the house by the end of next week.”
“What is his name?” Mr. Bennet said, turning on his side to admire her pert form.
“Is he married or single?”
“Oh! Single, my dear, to be sure! What a fine thing for our girls!”
“How so? How can it affect them?” He danced his fingers over her breasts, watching her nipples tighten and bud. He tugged on them, rolling them between his fingers.
“My dear Mr. Bennet,” replied his wife, “ You must know that I am thinking of his marrying one of them.”
“Is that his design in settling here?” He trailed his fingers down her ribcage and belly. He tangled his fingers in the curly hairs at the juncture of her thighs and tugged.”
“Design!” she cried out, her hips lifting in response to his caress. “Nonsense, how can you talk so! But it is very likely that he may fall in love with one of them, and therefore you must visit him as soon as he comes.”
“I see no occasion for that,” he said, combing his fingers down to her slick wet heat.” You and the girls may go, or you may send them by themselves, which perhaps will be still better, for as you are as handsome as any of them. Mr. Bingley may like you the best of the party and I’ll not share you with him.” His fingers languidly stroked between the soft folds of her core.
“My dear, you flatter me,” she purred, arching into his caress. “I certainly have had my share of beauty, but I do not pretend to be anything extraordinary now. When a woman has five grown-up daughters, she ought to give over thinking of her own beauty.”
“In such cases, a woman has not often much beauty to think of, or talent. You are definitely both beautiful and talented” He tickled her until she was insensate, her body tightening on his fingers. Mr. Bennet flicked her to another orgasm that had her clutching his shoulders. Her lovely mouth a perfect “O” of surprise and joy.
He picked up the riding crop and teased it over her buttocks.
She pressed into him as the warm leather tingled against her sensitive skin. “But, my dear, you must indeed go and see Mr. Bingley when he comes into the neighbourhood.”
“It is more than I engage for, I assure you.”
“But consider your daughters.”
“I’d rather not, while I am abed with you.”
“Only think what an establishment it would be for one of them. It will be impossible for us to visit him if you do not.”
“You are over-scrupulous, surely. I dare say Mr. Bingley will be very glad to see you, especially if you wear your blue gown. You may tempt him, but if I find out he has taken liberties, it is you I will punish.” He tapped the riding crop against her nipples.
She shivered at her husband’s dark tone. It was almost as if he willed her to disobey him.
“However, I will send a few lines by you to assure him of my hearty consent to his marrying whichever he chooses of the girls; though I must throw in a good word for my little Lizzy. She is so quiet and obedient. She’d make a lovely wife.”
“I desire you will do no such thing. Lizzy is not a bit better than the others; and I am sure she is not half so handsome as Jane, nor half so good-humoured as Lyda. But you are always giving her the preference.”
“They have none of them much to recommend them,” replied he; “they are all silly and ignorant like other girls; but Lizzy has something more of quickness than her sisters. She has a hidden core. A mystery that might stir a man into obsession – quite like her mother.” He took her mouth in a rough kiss, but she pushed him away.
“Mr. Bennet, how can you disregard your other children in such a way? You take delight in vexing me. Letting me pretend at dominance, then taking it away with your harsh words and greater strength. You have no compassion for my needs.”
“You mistake me, my dear. I have a high respect for your needs. They are my old friends. I have heard you mention them with consideration these last twenty years at least.”
“Ah, you do not know what I suffer.”
“But I hope you will get over it, and live to see many young men of fortune come into the neighbourhood.”
“It will be no use to us, if twenty such should come, since you will not visit them.”
“Depend upon it, my dear, that when there are twenty, I will visit them all.” He then bent to his task of whipping his wife into a frenzy of sensation. Striking her thigh, the bottom of her feet, he smiled at her pleasure. And when she launched herself on him, he allowed her to have her way with him.
Mr. Bennet was so odd a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour, reserve, and caprice, that the experience of three-and-twenty years had been insufficient to make his wife understand his character. He liked to be bound and whipped, but in the end he was the dominant one in the relationship.
Mrs. Bennet’s mind was less difficult to develop. She was a woman of mean understanding, little information, and uncertain temper. When she was discontented, she fancied herself nervous. Giving her the crop and the bindings had loosed a sexual creature that was tempting, biddable and entirely devoted to shared pleasure. The business of her life, on the other hand, was to get her daughters happily married so she could enjoy her husband and their frolics without interruption.