You sat at your piano, content and peaceful. You played softly, you didn't like playing the piano but when you were little your guardian, Judge William Turpin, had taught you.
You took your hands off the piano, you missed those times with him. Now it was like he didn't even know how to talk to you. You sighed softly and laid your head on the piano. "God Turpin..." you scooted the bench back and stood, smoothing out your dress. You sat on your windowsill and watched as people walked by.
A man sat at the bench outside your window and stared up at it, he smiled as he made eye contact with you. You giggled softly and waved, he smiled and waved back.
It was then that your birds started to chirp for their lunch. You gasped softly and ran to your desk, grabbing some bird seed and filling their food bowl up, "My golden finch..." you sighed softly and rested your head on the cage.
There was a soft knock at the door and you smiled, "Come in!" You fixed your hair and looked at the door. Beadle Bamford gave you a creepy smile and you cringed and looked away, "What is it sir?"
Beadle smirked and stepped into your room, "The Judge requests your presence in his study at once Ms. (Y/N)."
You sigh softly and walk past him, deliberately avoiding any contact with him, "Creep." You spat, going down the stairs.
Beadle grabbed your shoulder and got close to your ear, "That's no way to talk to a gentleman." You cringed and tried to continue to walk but his grip was tight. "I command you to let me go at once." You shivered, just wanting to see Turpin.
Turpin stepped out of his study and looked at Beadle he took a few steps and was directly in front of you, almost stepping on your crinoline. He stared at Beadle with his stern eyes. Beadle slowly took his hand off your shoulder and walked out the front door.
Turpin turned around on his heel and went back into the study. You fixed your dress and followed after him. "You wanted to see me sir?" You look around his study, you hadn't been in here often, but when you were little Turpin used to read to you while you fell asleep. He had a hard exterior but boy was he a softy when you were kind to him.
He nods and picks up a book, "Your favorite if I do recall correctly." You looked at the cover and smiled a bit, "When I was a child... yes..." it was Midsummer Night's Dream. A book of romance and new adventures.
"Your taste has changed?" Turpin raised a brow at you, you smiled softly at him. "I'm a woman now... things have changed. I enjoy tragedies like McBeth and Hamlet!" You sat down on the sofa in your usual spot.
Turpin put the book back and got a new one. "Sixteen is far from a woman, young one." He mumbled, bringing you a new book.
"Well I mean... I don't think so..." you whispered, grabbing the book from him, you were at the age of consent. "Othello?" You tilted your head and ran your fingers along the spine delicately.
"It's one of my favorites. I need to get you off of the mainstream Shakespeare. It'll help your education."
You smiled and looked down at the book, you were one of the few women in London that knew how to read, or so Turpin told you.
Turpin watched at you examining the book and tilted your chin up with his finger, "If the Beadle ever lay a hand on you again like I happened to observe today then inform me."
You sighed softly and nodded, "Yes sir..." you stood and held the book under your arm. You kissed his cheek softly and walked up the stairs to your room. You hopped onto your bed and screamed in excitement into your pillow.
You giggled and sat on your bed, "Oh!" You ran towards your door and then stopped yourself. "No... he couldn't possibly let me..." you sigh softly and sit back on your bed, you took your clothing off, down to your corset and chemise. You stretched, reaching to untie your corset. Your fingers struggled and you sighed, giving up, the knot you tied this morning was too tight and there was no hope.
You laid back on the bed, "TURRRPPPIIINNN!" You yelled, growing tired of the tightness of the corset. Turpin burst into your room and looks at you, confused. "Yes? Are you alright?!" He walks over to you and you sit up. "Can you untie my corset..? It's uh... too tight..."
Turpin blinked and nodded hesitantly. You stood up and held the front you moved your long curly hair out of the way and he gently untied the corset. He unlaced it a bit and as it started to fall off your chest you looked back at him.
He was looking respectfully of course, but what if you didn't want him to. What if you wanted him to sneak a little glance of what other girls would want to keep hidden from this man. You turned so your body was facing his. He immediately looked away and you grabbed his chin, leading his eyes back to yours.
"(Y/N). Your bosom is almost... exposed." Turpin whispered nervously.
"I know..." you whispered back, rubbing his cheek with your thumb softly.
Turpin's eyes didn't leave yours and you brought his head down, connecting your lips with his. You felt him flinch slightly at the connection which just encouraged you more. You ran your hands along his neck to the back of his neck and stepped back onto your bed.
Turpin put his hand on your hip and placed his hand on the back of your head, laying you down on the bed. "Pretty little rose bud..." he whispered.
You smiled and stretched out on the bed. Turpin walked to the bed, his knees hitting the mattress. He leaned down and traced a hand up your leg, under your dress. You giggled softly and held his chin, "That tickles..." you whisper.
"Well... hopefully what I do next won't just tickle..." he growled into your ear. You laughed and untied his necktie. "No wonder you're single."
Turpin raised a brow, "Well maybe I was just saving myself. Waiting for a certain someone to turn sixteen." He squeezed your thigh and your breath got caught in your lungs.
"Whatever." You pulled him down and pushed his coat off. Turpin bit at your bottom lip and you immediately opened your mouth to the man. You felt his hand drawing closer to your heat and hummed,
"Careful..." you started to unbutton his vest with one hand, the other suspended above your head. "You have so many unnecessary layers..." you giggle and grab him by his vest, flipping you over. Turpin looks down at you in shock, he opens his mouth but before he says anything you silence him by grinding your hips down onto his. A deep groan came from his chest and you smiled, feeling his hardness against your inner thigh.
"God you're like a rock... take your pants off please sir..." you bit your lip and Turpin fumbled with his clothing you take your pantaloons off. You threw your chemise to the side and you felt his member twitch. You giggled and connected your lips again.
You slid your hand between the both of you and your fingers traced the band of his drawers. He growled into the kiss and you smirked.
"Such a tease." Turpin wrapped his long fingers around your throat and you hummed, slipping your hand into his drawers. You teased him by brushing your fingers lightly over his now throbbing cock. Turpin groaned and bucked his hips up lightly. You bit his bottom lip and pulled him out. You disconnected your lips and sat up.
You leaned back a bit and teased yourself by running his cock through your wet lips. Your breath hitched and Turpin watched you carefully. Your heat was so sensitive, craving touch. You got up on your knees and Turpin grabbed your hips.
You positioned him perfectly and sunk down onto him. Your head fell back as your walls stretched to accommodate him. You moaned softly and felt eyes of another. You huffed softly and pulled a blanket over you. Turpin furrowed his brows and grabbed the blanket. "What are you doing?"
"Beadle is watching... I can feel his eyes..." you whispered.
Turpin's eyes immediately darted to the hole, "Can you always feel when-"
You nodded and rocked your hips forward, "Creep." You smiled.
Turpin groaned and covered you up, "Proceed my rose bud."
You smiled and picked your hips up, bringing them back down, painfully slow.
Turpin looked impatient. He brought his hips up to meet yours roughly you moaned and braced yourself on his abdomen. Turpin smirked and squeezed your hips, "You like that? You dirty girl."
You nodded softly and he picked you up by your hips, bringing you back down, he was now in control. You were a moaning mess, you'd never felt so much pleasure in your life. Even your deepest of fantasies didn't imagine Turpin making you feel this good.
You grabbed his hands on your hips and he looked up at you, a bit irked. You put your hands on his chest, no longer feeling Beadle's eyes. "My turn." You commanded. You let him have control for a while to not cause him to be embarrassed in front of his friend.
You moved your hips up in a fast pace. After a while of watching in bewilderment Turpin caught up with you, snapping his hips every so often. He thrusted into you roughly and it was amazing, he was hitting all the correct spots.
You felt him twitch and knew he was growing closer to his orgasm. You reached down and rubbed fast circles onto your clit. You were almost breathless, all your muscles being stimulated.
"Fuck Judge~!" You yelped, the coil in your stomach was so tight, wanting to snap. Turpin's eye brows shot up and his hand clamped over your mouth. "Good little girls don't curse." His face twitched, he was so hot. He stopped his thrusts and grabbed the hand massaging your clit. You whimpered softly, wanting some friction.
"No." He demanded.
You frowned softly and pleaded, "Please... I'm so close! I'm sorry... I didn't mean to curse..." you begged.
Turpin hummed and picked you up off of him. You groaned loudly missing the warm connection. Turpin slowly ran his fingers along your lips. Your walls were throbbing, you needed something, anything. "Turpin...! This is torture!" You complained, watching his hands.
Turpin sucked his teeth and plunged two fingers into you. Your head fell back and he started to fuck you with his fingers, rubbing your clit with the heel of his hand. You arched your back and he picked you back up, flipping you over. You looked up at him and he stopped all of his movements.
"You're my ward." He spat before thrusting his member back into you. He was going quickly and you were moaning out his name loudly, you couldn't stop. You climaxed without warning, becoming a bit overstimulated.
Turpin looked down at your connection and pulled out to watch you cum for him. He hummed loudly as he watched you. Your entire body shook and your back arched violently, your head digging into your bed. You screamed Turpin's name and he smirked.
He snapped out of his little trance and helped you ride out your high slowly, dragging it out before releasing deep inside of you, filling you up. Once you were both finished he got up and started to get dressed. Turpin stopped at the door and looked back at you, you were still stunned from all the pleasure you'd received. "I'll see you at breakfast." He left the room and you breathed heavily.
You covered yourself up with a blanket and realized Turpin left his necktie. Instead of returning it to him you wrapped it around your neck so you could smell him as you slept.
That was the best you'd had. He was no compare to Anthony, a boy who'd tried to steal you from Turpin only a week prior. You sighed loudly and felt Turpin's eyes.
You smiled softly and bit your lip. "Holy... fuck..." you whispered, staring at the ceiling before closing your eyes to sleep.
This is for anabellethecreator I hope you enjoyed! Tell me if you want a part two!