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The Angel Sees Grey	By : enid_wilson Category: > Pride and Prejudice Views: 14824 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own Jane Austen's novels, nor the characters from them.

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Darcy shifted his weight onto the other shoulder, and winced as pain shot through his body. He had never felt this befuddled and confused in his entire thirty-five years of existence. One minute, he was nursing a glass of whiskey at a party, closeted by slimy George Wickham wanting to swindle more money from him into another of his harebrained financial schemes. Then a gorgeous brunette with curves ripe for fondling came onto him, hard. If she hadn’t flirted so shamelessly, he would have bought her a drink and chatted her up, assessing her suitability for the girlfriend position of one of Britain’s wealthiest billionaires. But her fake sultry voice and whorish attitude were a real turn-off. He refused to be baited, and saw the womanising Wickham take her to the dance floor with disgust.

Another minute later, the woman was leaning against his car door, blocking him from leaving. But what had happened after that, his mind was all confused. He must have fallen ill suddenly, perhaps as with a nasty virus attacking his nerves, rendering him unconscious. He couldn’t recall the journey home, or how he sustained injuries to his body.

His next conscious and clear-headed moment was finding himself naked, lying on his front in bed, feeling searing pain everywhere. When he mustered enough energy to rise, and dragged his feet to the bathroom, his eyes widened in horror as he saw his own reflection on the mirror.

Marks of palms scarred his shoulder and thigh, and red lashes spread on his butt. His shoulders and legs hurt like hell, and yet he felt strangely aroused, seeing the bloody scars on his own white skin. He also smelt of citrus fragrance, which reminded him of the woman from the party. An image of her laced in a tight leather miniskirt and revealing bodice holding a whip flashed through his mind. Had she followed him home and harmed him? Was she a sex maniac? How could he not remember any of it? Was he drugged at the party?

He shook his head and splashed some water on his face.

He had never fantasised about being dominated by a woman in bed before. He preferred to be in control, both in or outside of the bedroom. As he had grown older and richer, with self made millions adding to his family’s old money, he had become more and more bored with the women he dated and bedded. They tended to dye their hair in hundreds of shades of blonde. They all had perfectly shaped breasts, similar rebellious tattoos somewhere noticeable, big dangling earrings, bony bodies with the narrowest waists on wobbly high heels. They wouldn’t mind baring all to him on their first date. Sometimes even two or three of them threw themselves all at once to his feet. He didn’t like threesomes or gang bang. He felt sick at such thoughts. Sex should be more than sex. Besides the animal release, he wanted to feel a connection. Unfortunately, he had never felt deeply about anyone before.

Like dolls cast from the same moulds, Darcy had gone through these women almost monthly in his twenties, then quarterly later on. Recently, not a girlfriend or woman had adorned his arms for over a year and a half. He attended business functions mostly with his younger sister Georgiana. Perhaps he had imagined this leather-clad pint-sized brunette because he hadn’t been with a woman for too long. He should consult his old black book and take one of the dolls out for a date.

He sighed and limped back to his bed.

Even the short journey from the bathroom to the bed sent excruciating pain through his body. He lay on the bed, panting hard, afterwards. He couldn’t do anything until his body healed. The most embarrassing thing was: he had to call his family doctor Dr. Forster to check his wounds. Some of the lacerations looked deep, and he didn’t want them to get infected.

Darcy was fuming after the doctor’s examination and curious questioning about his injuries. Dr. Forster said his shoulder was dislocated, and shouldn’t be moved for at least two weeks, or maybe more. He probably would be spared the cast, but with the heavy bandage on his shoulder and heaps of them stuck to his buttocks, Darcy would need someone to take care of him, drive him to hospital for an x-ray the next day, feed him, bathe him and so on.

Now he was waiting for an emergency private live-in nurse the doctor had arranged to arrive. His housekeeper and her husband, who was his driver, were on holiday in California. Otherwise he wouldn’t have to rely on a stranger.

He couldn’t call his cousin Richard or best friend Charles to help him out. His sister Georgiana was out of the question as well. How could he explain this to them if they saw his injuries? These few weeks he had to lay low, work from home and rely on this nurse. He hoped the doctor found him a nice one.

“Mr. Darcy!” The sweet voice of a young girl sounded promising. He had given a set of keys to the doctor to give the nurse, so he wouldn’t need to wobble the long distance to the front door again to let her in.

When someone knocked on the bedroom door and Darcy turned his head to ask her come in, his mouth formed an O.

His torturer, framed by the door, loomed in the threshold.

How could the doctor send him his tormentor? His hands clenched and his body was ready to bolt.

“Mr. Darcy, I’m Elizabeth Bennet, the nurse engaged by Doctor Forster, your family doctor.”

The woman spoke in a pleasant voice, and displayed a friendly manner, as if she didn’t know him. How could that be? She looked so much like that woman, in leather, with a whip. Or had he dreamt up the entire thing? Of course, he couldn’t remember being tied up or lashed. But the injuries on his wrists and ankles, and other parts of the body, spoke of that. And yet, how could he remember her face so well?

Miss Bennet was dressed in a pink nurse uniform, very prim and proper. The buttons were all in their proper place, with not a glimpse of flesh in sight, except on her arms and legs. The dress wasn’t tight either, not showing her generous bosom or wide hips to his eyes. How could she pretend innocence when she was the one who had injured him?

“Are you feeling well, Mr. Darcy?” she said. “Should I fetch you some pain medication? Doctor Forster said you need your rest.”

He clamped his mouth shut. Suddenly a wave of anger assaulted him. He wanted to tear off her uniform, tie her up and whip her as she had done to him. But then when her innocent eyes gazed at him, the emerging anger slowed. The tightness in his body seemed to slip away by a notch. He still wanted to do the same thing, have her naked, tied up and snap her hard.

But besides the revenge, he wanted to fuck her senseless until she screamed in ecstasy and begged for mercy. This would be pure enjoyment. His groin stirred, and an arousal came on fast. Luckily he was lying down with the bed sheet covering him. Damn it! He cursed himself. How had he come to crave torturing a woman for sexual fun? He had never had this kind of inclination before. And she was his nurse. She was here to take care of him, not to be used by him for sex. She could have her license revoked if they slept together while he was her patient. She looked too young to be slammed with such a record.

“How old are you, Miss Bennet?”

She came into the room. “You can call me Elizabeth or Lizzy. I’m twenty-five, and I’ve been a private nurse for two years. You can be assured of my qualifications and experience.”

She looked much younger, like right out of university. “And who were your past patients?”

“I mainly worked with children before, young kids with long term illnesses, so I’ve only had five patients before. I have reference letters from my patients at home if you need to check them out.”

Was she as innocent as she looked? “Where is your home?” His tone was harsh and abrupt.

Her eyes flashed, displaying a trace of impatience. Ah ha, the angelic nurse had a temper underneath her ultra-efficient armour. “Hertfordshire, a small town called Meryton.”

He wouldn’t mind using his business shark tactics to stir up her emotion. After all, he couldn’t move much. He would have fun with her verbally, for the moment. “Any brothers or sisters?”

Her lips pouted. “Am I being interviewed? I thought Dr Forster said you agreed to a private nurse.”

“The contents of my house are worth millions, I have to be sure whom I allow into here.”

“Then you shouldn’t have given the keys to Dr. Forster earlier.” She fetched the keys from her pocket and dangled them to make her point.

“I should have asked Dr. Forster for an obedient private nurse.” His eyes darkened, staring at her. “I require absolute devotion from my employees.”

“You’re lucky to find me at such an hour. I’ve had a cancellation, or you’d be left without any care for the month.”

“I’m not sure if I’m lucky to be saddled with a mouthy nurse.”

“I’ll give you some allowance; the pain must be getting on you.” She walked around the bed to the window in swaying steps that made Darcy turn his head. With a flick of her hands, she drew the curtain almost fully closed, and plunged the room to near darkness. But he could still see her quite clearly, through the light that penetrated through the gap, especially with her light coloured uniform and pure white skin. “I have four sisters. My parents and my younger sisters live in Meryton. My eldest sister and I rented a place in Camden. Now, if you don’t need something for the pain, you should try to sleep. Do you need anything else?”

“I’m not sleepy yet. Sit, and we will talk.” He raised his voice on seeing her moving towards the door. He was not done enjoying interrogating her yet.

“Do you have a dog?”

“No. Why did you ask?”

“I wonder how you get that tone. Sit!” Then she glissaded again, back to the armchair by the window and sat on it, with a pout still on her mouth.

His breathing turned ragged. She was the perfect distance from the bed. The light peeking through the curtain shed a spotlight effect on her hair and body. His eyes feasted on her. She sat with her arms on her lap, and her legs were in an angle to one side, a posture like a perfect lady. He approved of it, very much. “I developed that tone by employing tens and thousands of staff.”

She rolled her eyes and turned her head slightly aside. “Now what do you want to talk about? The latest movies, sir? Twilight’s last instalment?”

As if he would watch vampires! He didn’t even believe in God, despite his strict Christian education. “What do your parents do?”

“Are you interviewing for a nurse or for a student?”

“You can’t stay if your parents are mafia.”

Elizabeth chuckled. “I didn’t know that you had some humour.” Darcy felt elated by her peal of laughter and her compliment, no matter how sarcastically she said it.

She continued, “My father teaches in University of Hertfordshire, philosophy. My mother is a housewife.”

An academic? Respectful profession. Good. Her family might past muster. “And your older sister?”

She crossed her legs, and he felt rather thirsty all of a sudden, observing the tweeting of the muscles on her slim, long legs.

“Jane is an accountant.” Another tick to the background test to become his girlfriend.

“Your younger sisters are still at school?”

“One in uni and the other two, secondary schools.”

“Any boyfriend?”

“That’s absolutely none of your business!” Her curly brown hair bounced as she protested.

“You need to go too, if your beau accepts stolen goods.”

“Your worldly possessions and you can go to hell. I’m still sitting here only because I’ve got to repay my student loans.” Her chest heaved – lovely movements, allowing Darcy to discern more of the shape of her breasts! Blood flowed towards his groin.

“No existing boyfriend, I assume. Usually women can’t stop telling others about their boyfriends, if they have one.”

Her fingers clenched into fists. “Your psychology 101 sucks.” Was she going to hit him?

“How many ex-boyfriends?”

She folded her arms under her chest, pushing the two jugs forward. Perfect! They were perfection; he was sure, for his palms. Pity he couldn’t move much. He lifted his butt off the bed slightly to relieve the tension in his cock.

“How about you, Mr. arrogant Darcy? I bet there are thousands.”

“Fifty girlfriends a year, since I turned 15? I’m not loose cannon. Now, my psychology 101 says that you may have only one or two exes.”

“None of your concern again.”

He licked his lips, wishing he could see the blush on her face and tell how many boyfriends she had. A shrill ran down his body. No matter. He would enjoy teaching her if she was lacking in that department, or challenging her if she possessed a vast amount of knowledge. Both scenarios promised an abundance of fun. But as an old-fashioned man, he preferred her sexual history to be as innocent as her body portrayed. “Now that we have established there are no skeletons in your cupboard, we can move onto the next area.”

“Yeah right.” she mumbled with a dismissive attitude.

“You have to work on your respectfulness to your employer – a problem inherited from working with children too long, I believe.” He just couldn’t stop to taunt her. He wanted to see her lose her temper.

“What about your respectfulness to women?”

“I take women seriously, if they behave themselves as seriously.”

“Now you’re sounding like my hundred-year-old English teacher from secondary school! Mr. Collins thought discipline was a better way to motivate students. This is the 21st century.”

His arousal sprung up another notch, on hearing the word discipline. Darcy could image putting her across his lap with her bouncy bottom bared to him and his tan hand on her creamy skin, ready to snap. He rubbed his cock against the bed. “You’ve got an attitude. A mind of your own. I’m not sure that will sit well with your position in my household. I demand absolute obedience.”

“Have you had your servants and maids locked up in the basement? With chains?”

Another image of Elizabeth nude, shackled with leather and chains, against a brick wall, flashed through his mind. What was happening to him? Had he exchanged his boredom with women in bed for kinky fantasies with this feisty nurse?

“So loyalty is not high on your list of virtues?”

“I’m your nurse, not your puppy. Loyalty is not needed.”

“That’s not true. What if you told the gossip magazines about what goes on inside here?”

“Now you have added paranoia in your list of virtues. Maybe I should ring Dr. Forster to get you a psychiatrist, pronto. I don’t want to lose my nursing license by gossiping about you.”

“You can’t imagine the amount of money media is willing to pay. They have even paid for someone to check my rubbish bins regularly. You can repay your loans a hundred times, for example, if they hear about my injuries.”

“Ah, you’re worried I’ll talk about your certain inclinations.”

“What inclinations? What did Dr. Forster tell you?” He raised his voice.

“He had to be truthful. We are both in the medical profession, and I won’t accept a job if I don’t know the history of the patient completely.” She stared at him like a bored middle-aged nurse reciting the dose of medication. “He believes you received the wounds to your bottoms by participating in sexual games. But the injuries to the shoulder and thigh were harder to understand. They were too severe to have been inflicted on you by hands, and yet there were palm marks, probably of a woman. Anyway, he doesn’t believe you are inclined towards male partners.”

Darcy drew in a deep breath. He didn’t like the idea of Dr. Forster discussing his so-called sexual games indulgence with her. After all, he had never participated in such a thing before. If he was the victim of a sexual crime, he didn’t want her to pity him. “You still accept the job, knowing that I may have strange sexual inclinations?”

“As I told you, I had a cancellation, which does not sit well with the status of my student loans. And if Dr. Forster’s assumption was correct, why would I need to worry? You’re the one who wants to be whipped and dominated, by women.”

“Have you ever had such a desire before? To dominate a man?” He felt liberated now to talk to her about his injuries, and maybe newfound sexual inclination. “Wanting to belt a man’s naked butt?”

She rose from the chair and said with tight lips, “That is absolutely a topic I don’t need to discuss with you.” Then she walked out of the bedroom, and in a not so elegant manner slammed the door shut loud.

Darcy smiled.

Rousing her anger provided good fun. And he caught the ripe tomato colour on her face from the light streaming through the corridor when she opened the door. Her lips seemed wet and her nipples straining in the prim uniform. Miss Elizabeth Bennet might be more innocent than she wanted him to believe, if some naughty words could send her into such status. He loved the fact that he created quite a reaction in her body.

He rubbed his body slowly against his bed, imagining tying her on the bed and plunging into her wet and tight entrance. Squeezing his eyes shut, he could almost feel a tightness wrapping around his shaft. Suddenly he saw her pink uniform torn into pieces, strewn on the floor, in his mind and froze.

As his nurse, she would need to change his bed sheets. He didn’t want to come on the bed and let her see the evidence of it. When he came, he wanted to be inside her!
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