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She looked at herself in the body length mirror and sighed. She had dismissed the maids for the evening to make sure she was on her own when she undressed. Her own maid would arrive the next morning, able to help her with her makeup and choice of wardrobe.
Elizabeth Barrsworth rolled her eyes to the guest bedroom. Her father insisted she spend the night in the hotel in town as he sought to the last preparations leading to being wed tomorrow night by an unknown groom. An unknown groom, she thought to herself as she rolled her eyes. She looked down to her wrist in some worry.
Would he understand or would he return her to her father and expose her secrets? Elizabeth quickly stripped herself of her dress and undergarments. She dared not look into the mirror and smile at her last meeting with her gentleman, Fredrick. He had been her friend since childhood. Over the years, they became a balm for one another. It wasn’t love but care and understanding that they held for each other. She confided to him with her deepest, darkest secrets and with it, they indulged her sweet darkness.
The times were indeed fun but for now she would put her secret to rest, at least until she found a better arrangement for her needs. Understanding people were a rare commodity nowadays, only her trusting Fredrick and her young maid. This time tomorrow, she would be married off to a man of class and no longer be a spinster burden to her parents but the marriage would be worth it. She would marry a business man to provide for her and she would be rid of her parents’ constant criticisms and drunken arguments.
She slipped on her laced gloves and pulled on her long lace robe that gave her the appearance of an angel, sure that the sleeves covered her sore arms as she grabbed her silver flask and headed for the balcony. The October air was something she enjoyed as she closed the doors behind her. She could smell smoke somewhere on one of the balconies under her. The top of the silver flask spin between her fingers as she brought it to her lips and slipped the bit of her grandfather’s brandy. The warmth of the brandy ran down her throat as she leaned against the outside wall of her room, looking up to the stars that showed between the cloudy skies.
“Lovely night, isn’t it?”
Elizabeth was taken from her thoughts as she turned to head to the balcony beside her. A man was perched on both balcony railing, smoking from his pipe as he looked to her. He wasn’t wearing a jacket of any kind but a regular shirt with suspends and a plain black set of trousers that covered his impossibly long legs.
“I guess it is,” she said taking another sip.
“You should go back inside. Your husband will be wondering where you are on a cold night like this.”
“I have no husband, Stranger. Not until tomorrow night. Then I get to be whisked away, far from my parents,” she jested handing him the flask.
She took the time to take in his simple looks. His eyes were a lovely, piercing blue and his pitch black hair settled in curls behind one ear. His lips that were stretched into a smile had wrapped to catch every drop of brandy as he caught himself in a coughing fit.
“How can you drink that?”
“My grandfather started me off at a young age. While my parents taught me to hold myself as a lady, my papa wanted me to know how to hold my liquor. I’m grateful for that and the large amount of brandy he left me when he passed.”
“Holds her drink and dresses well in lace. Shame that you are to be married. I’m Thomas by the way.”
Elizabeth could only smile and turn towards her door, seeing no point in staying out any longer.
“Well,” she sighed, “I fear I must go.”
“Such a shame,” he said as he handed her back the silver flask, “If you don’t mind my asking or to seem like I’m complaining but why so much lace?”
“My father owns several boutiques across England and enjoys showering his daughter with gifts.”
She could see the doubt in his face as he went back to his pipe. She could feel the heat of his glare towards the soft lace covering most of her skin. Elizabeth turned as he caught her hand. He swung his legs to her side of the balcony, hunching as he got to his feet and pulled her closer.
“Then have a lovely night, my dear.”
She looked back to him as he kissed the back of her gloved hand, feeling his lips warm her cold skin through the lace. She saw the look on his face when she realized the sleeve on her robe had collected to her elbow, showing off a fresh bruise from that very morning. Thomas’ mouth hung open as he looked into Elizabeth’s eyes. She remained calm but was ready to run in the other direction the moment his grip loosened on her.
“Who did this to you?”
“It’s not what is seems.”
“Have you told someone about this?!”
“We all have our secrets, Thomas…”
“This isn’t a game, woman!”
His hand was now close to cutting off the flow of blood to her wrist. There was no fear felt from her on the balcony. A soft, feminine chortle was heard in the fall wind as Elizabeth looked up to Thomas as he towered over her. The shy and quiet young woman dressed in lace had turned into something with an ascendant glint in her eye. She brought both of her hands up and gave Thomas a great heave as she shoved him back into the low railing, taking him completely by surprise. He watched as she slowly closed the space between them, now towering him.
She picked up the sides of her nightgown and lifted her legs to straddle him as his eyes found the red welts and healing bruises on her upper tights. He was greeted with her lifted bosoms as she opened her robe and leaned forward to tease him.
“I do enjoy games,” she whispered as she kissed the side of his cheek.
Her smile widened as she could feel his cock harden underneath her. Thomas grabbed the railing to steady them both. Elizabeth moaned in approval as her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock causing him to hiss through his teeth as his head fell back. His neck was all too exposed for her as Elizabeth arched her head forward and dragged the tip of her tongue up the lone vein.
“You would have been a fine specimen if I met you earlier in life.”
She slithered from his lap and made her way to the door, not wishing to further something that would end in his tears.
“I don’t understand,” said Thomas.
“I know,” said Elizabeth as she closed the door behind her.
She thought of Fredrick and how she would never see him again. Her deep brown hair feel from its loose bun over the side of her shoulder as she began to ready herself for the night. She untied the rest of her robe, wanting one last session with him as the balcony door creaked open to her room.
“Then make me understand.”
“I am in no mood. Get out.”
“No. You enjoy something… something wicked like this?”
Elizabeth wanted badly to laugh at her stranger’s chivalrousness. She stripped off her gloves for another set as Thomas was steadfast. Her hand slipped into her hatbox and wrapped around her favorite toy.
“Let’s just say I am in the ways of the wicked…”
“This is your last chance. Either tell me or…”
“Or what? You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
She worked off the robe and let it slide to the floor. Elizabeth turned slowly, gazing to Thomas as she licked her lips. She gripped the object and snapped her newly leather bound fist to the floor. His gaze followed as the object extended into a small riding crop.
“Then strip. Slowly.”
She saw Thomas’ mouth ajar as his eyes traveled from the crop to her nightgown.
“I-I…”
“I didn’t think so, all talk and no trousers. Get the hell out of my room before I make you sorry.”
“No.”
“You want to play, boy?”
“Yes.”
She tilted her head in fascination to him, ready to use everything Fredrick taught her. She raised the end of the crop to lift Thomas’ chin to face her.
“I am Mistress when you address me, boy. You want a look into my world? Your word, should you no longer wish to continue is Brandy. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“You wanted to know so badly, now strip for me slowly so I can see you. I’d hate to overwhelm you.”
She sat in her armchair near the fireplace as he looked to Thomas. He stepped out of his shoes, kicking them away as he undid the top of his trousers. He pulled his shirt away and slowly undid his shirt as the buttons were pulled one by one from their closures. Thomas’ shirt was a mere normal illusion that hid his true body from plain sight.
Elizabeth’s mouth watered as his body lit from the fireplace on the other side of the room. There was a delicious power in the way he obeyed as she felt the goosebumps raise on her arms. She was able to control herself before he reached up for his trousers.
“Stop,” she ordered, “Get that chair near the desk. Place in at the nearest bedpost and face it towards me.”
“Yes, mistress.”
His voice wasn’t fearful as she thought it would have been. He obeyed, waiting at the side of the chair as she rose from her own. Elizabeth carefully inspected Thomas, every muscle on his body. Her hand traveled over his chest, straightening his face forward as he tried to follow her. His back was strong, she could tell as she traced his spine with the crop. She liked that and his cock as it hardened more under her leather touch as he moaned.
“Do you like when I touch you?”
“Yes, mistress.”
“It can’t be my touch alone that’s made you this way.”
“I could smell you on the balcony. I want to taste you before someone else does.”
The corner of her mouth twisted gleefully as she swiftly flicked the crop on his back, drawing a shout from him as he braced the pole.
“I gave you no permission to speak. Sit down.”
Thomas sat as she wandered to the other bedpost.
“Someone else has already tasted me but I may just indulge you but first, what else would you do? You may speak.”
His eyes looked to the crop then back to her.
“First, I would take each of your wrists and tie them to each of the bedposts so you wouldn’t get away from me. I’d watch you as you hung there displayed, waiting for me. I’d explore you. I would use my fingers at first and see how receptive you were to my touch. Then, I’d let my lips touch every bit of your skin, see how many moans I can draw from you and when you beg for it the most, I’ll torture you with the tip of my tongue until you beg for me to take you.”
Elizabeth pressed her legs together, feeling the wetness as she eyed Thomas from the chair. She untied the bodice of her nightgown and pulled down the top from her neck as she showed off the teeth and the mouth shaped bruises across her breasts as Thomas watched the surface of her skin. The gown was pulled apart enough as it fell down her body. She greeted Thomas with the sight of the young woman’s bare skin of her legs, her thighs, and a single dark leather corset as she saw no purpose for undergarments. Dark leather and lace covered her torso and did what they could to hide the sight of her humble breasts from him. She pulled up the sleeves of the gloves as the bruises were covered to her elbows in soft leather.
“I want your touch, Thomas. Get on your knees.”
“Yes, mistress.”
In a swift movement, he was on his knees in front of the bed as he waited for her next command.
“You think you know how to please a woman, Thomas?”
“I do, Mistress.”
“Then show me, boy,” she purred.
Elizabeth rested herself back on the post as Thomas inched forward to her half naked body, looking down to him as he spread her legs apart. Thomas licked his lips as he looked to Elizabeth’s drenched womanhood, feeling a rumble in his chest as his tongue darted out and tasted her. Thomas shifted on his heels and lifted one of Elizabeth’s legs over his shoulder, up close her sex called out to him, wanting to quench his thirst at her command.
“Is that the best you can do Thomas?”
“May I do more?”
“I have done many things, boy but I am still intact. If I bleed, then you will as well.”
“Promise?”
Before she could swing her crop upon his back again, Thomas spread her lips apart and pushed his tongue within her as she gasped. She didn’t want to think an ill thing about her Fredrick but dear Lord! The hunger felt of Thomas’ tongue made her want to buckle. He pulled his tongue away and flicked it across her clit, moving back to her cunt as she mewled. His hands reached around her and braced her bottom to keep her steady. The arm that held her leg to his shoulder snaked around to the front of her legs.
Elizabeth felt his thumb press to her clit as she moaned in approval. She looked down her body, cupping her breast and smiling as she met the young man’s hooded eyes. Her hips rocked as his tongue went deeper and his fingers moved faster, coiling the pit of her stomach as her hand clawed Thomas’ hair. She wanted to keep him there and continue to let him please her as her back molded to the wooden bed post but she had to know.
“Stop,” she ordered.
Thomas stopped his hand but gave her another swipe of his tongue. Elizabeth clenched her teeth at his disobedience. She pulled her leg away and snapped the crop on his shoulder blade. He held in his yelp beautifully as he kept his eyes forward. Elizabeth crouched down in front of him, ready to shove him to the ground and ravage him.
“Be a good boy and stay still.”
Elizabeth was practically panting as Thomas sat on his knees and placed his hands on his thighs. She smiled seeing the slight glisten on Thomas’ chin. Fredrick had never let her taste herself mostly because she was too obedient to ask. She swiped her tongue across his chin, tasting a beautiful tartness on his skin.
She moaned to the taste as her tongue greeted his lips. She leaned forward to Thomas, tilting his head by the back of his head as she placed a deep kiss to his lips. He kissed her back with a passion she never knew. Elizabeth never knew simple power like this. A young man moaned on the other side of her lips, ready to please her at the snap of her fingers. It was ever so tantalizing being at the other end of the riding crop. She pulled herself apart from Thomas as she tried to catch her breath.
“What do you want to do, Thomas?”
“I can show you better than I can tell you, Mistress.”
He reached forward and peeled the lacy cloth from her breasts, pressing his lips to her already hardened flesh and dragging it to the other as she grabbed onto the back of his neck. She let Thomas indulge himself as he pulled her up from the floor and placed her on the bed. His mouth lavished her breasts as his fingers went back to her cunt as he slipped in a finger only a bit, collecting her wetness as he drug his finger back up to her clit and massaged her deeply.
Elizabeth felt her dominating demeanor crumbling away as Thomas refused to leave her skin. She heard the riding crop slip from her hand and clatter to the floor. He slowed his tongue, moaning at the taste of her skin. She grabbed the back of his head again and arched her back with her nipple slipping between his waiting lips. Elizabeth was close, so close as she looked down to Thomas making fresh, not bruises on her chest.
“Stop! Now!”
Thomas opened his mouth and pulled his hand away, panting as he hovered over a heaving Elizabeth.
“Yes? Mistress?”
“Good boy,” she said caressing the side of his face, “Lie on your back. Now.”
Thomas laid on the bed next to her as Elizabeth straddled him. He braced her thighs, feeling the softness of her skin as her own hand traveled up the length of his chest. Her leathered fingertips moved over the ripple of his skin, up the curvature of his neck and stopping at his bottom lip. He arched his head and wrapped his lips around her finger, sucking the leather tip as she looked down to him.
“When was the time you were touched, young Thomas? When were you last truly pleased?”
She didn’t wait for him to answer as she moved his herself down his body, leaving a trail of kisses down his stomach as her leather fingers followed. Elizabeth hooked her fingers in the belt loops of his trousers and jerked his trousers down. She watched delightfully as his cock sprang up to her, beaconing her.
Without another word, she grabbed him and wrapped her lips around his cock. The taste of him was all too exhilarating. Elizabeth hollowed her cheeks and sucked him with vigor as she unknowingly allowed him to collect her hair in his hand and watch her. She could feel him throbbing through the leather and on her tongue as her head bobbed freely.
Each moan, each lick, curve of her back for Thomas to see made him harder as she grew wetter from his taste. She let go when she felt the time was right. Elizabeth looked down to her Thomas, straddling him again as he moaned in frustration and a moment of pain.
“Wait, you said…”
“You said you wanted into my world,” she said moving closer to his chest, “My world has limits but many, many advantages and trust. There is always trust. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Good.”
She reached to her hatbox near the bed and pulled out what looked like an expensive perfume bottle. She opened it and spread the oil on leather palm and covered Thomas’ cock completely. He wanted so very badly to touch her but knew to keep his hands to his side as she retrieved the riding crop. He looked up as more oil was poured into her hands as her hand reached generously past her womanhood and covered her rear, drawing a moan from herself.
“You can still leave at any time, Thomas,” she reminded him.
“No!”
She smiled as she guided his cock further back, looking down to his worry and wonder. Elizabeth relaxed herself as she had so many times before as she braced Thomas’ chest.
“You seem like you have lived an intimate life but have you ever taken a woman in this way?”
She sank slowly on his lap as gradually stretched. His hands shot up to her thighs, clenching her skin as his head fell back to the mattress. Elizabeth rocked her hips as Thomas’ size pleased her, making her wetter as Thomas’ own hips moved on their own accord. He moaned, slowing himself with her sensing a fear of him hurting her.
“So big, my sweet Thomas but I do enjoy this. The wicked. The roughness. The power of either end. If you only knew…”
“Please,” he begged.
“Please give me release.”
“Say it correctly, Thomas or I will leave you unsatisfied.”
“Please, Mistress. Let me come.”
“Then take me as you would any other. Better yet, show how badly you would take me. Please me. Use me,” she moaned as she rocked her hips again, arching back as her hair cascaded around her.
“Yes, Mistress,” he hissed as his fingers wrapped forcefully around the top of her thighs.
The crackle of her fireplace and howling night wind was nothing but a whisper their moans willed the room. Any louder and there would have been a scandalous report to the owners in the morning. Elizabeth’s knew without the gloves her palms would be sweating on Thomas’ chest, unable to keep herself steady. The stretch of him was more than pleasing as was the wanting of his grip. She arched herself back, bracing herself on his legs as she felt him tense. Elizabeth would be sore in the morning but now, in this position she would really have cared less.
“Come, Thomas. Come inside of me,” she whined.
“Yes, my mistress.”
One hand held the back of her hips in place as he pounded his hips up into her. His thumb collected her wetness from her cunt and pressed it firmly to her clit, making her cry out for more. Thomas sat up, grabbing her by her beautiful mane as he pulled her close and swallowed her moans with a deep kiss. The coil in the pit of her stomach unwinded unexpectedly as her chest collided with Thomas’ chest. His thumb moved faster as her ring tightened around him. Thomas came as his body and grip on Elizabeth was resilient.
Thomas slowed as he pulled them to the mattress. Elizabeth’s bare and petrified chest heaved from the pleasure. Some time had passed before Thomas softened and pulled out of her. He peeled the gloves from her skin, kissing the surface and pushed the cloth back up over her breasts to make her decent as she slowly writhed. Her vision was clouded with bliss as she tried to follow Thomas around her room, only pulling on his trousers and returning to the bed. He pulled the bedcovers from underneath her as her lifted her gently in his arms. Thomas moved in the bed with her as he tucked the sheets underneath her and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
“I don’t have to depart until the morning but is there anything my mistress requires?”
Her physical exhaustion got the best of her as her eyes sunk shut. She wanted to stay awake and tell him that he was what she required. She didn’t want to wake up tomorrow and marry a man of England with any plain man. She wanted to tell Thomas that she wanted to be his and runaway with him, not caring if she was leaving money or a title behind. Elizabeth knew she wasn’t going to find someone that satisfied her cravings like he did but it was no use now. She could only feel his hand as it stroked the sweated hair from her face and his lips as they pressed to her temple. So much roughness and so much tenderness that she would never find again.
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Knock knock knock
Elizabeth was woken from her sleep as there was a small but sharp knock at her door.
“Miss Elizabeth?”
The voice of her maid had arrived earlier that she had expected. She moved from the bed, stopping for a moment as a beautiful soreness hummed her whole body. She flung on her robe and answered the door as she let in her maid.
“Good morning, Miss Elizabeth. I hope Fredrick hasn’t marked you completely this time.”
“Good morning, Sweetie.”
“Are you alright, Miss?”
“I’m fine, I just woke. I’ll only need help with the makeup tonight.”
“Yes, miss. Let’s get you ready to go. Your father will be busy for the day with last arrangements but will see you later tonight.”
“Good,” she sighed as she grabbed her silver flask from the air chair and sipped.
“Miss?”
She turned to the maid as she picked up the riding crop that must have rolled off the bed in the middle of the night.
“Nothing to worry about my dear,” she mused as she closed the crop and stroked the maid’s cheek, “He was only a willing unwed stranger that I will never meet again.”
“How was he?”
“Strong,” she smiled as she began to dress.
Elizabeth was grateful that Thomas, or if that was his real name at all, had departed and not stayed. He was gone and now she prepared for her busy day as she and her maid departed for the hotel and boarded the carriage for her father’s summer estate. The man accepted so many guests for the engagement party that three other fathers asked for permission to have their daughter married that night. She rolled her eyes, wanting to be anywhere in the world but on her way to be handed off to the highest bidder her father could find. More than anything, she wanted her stranger, Thomas.
They arrived and head up start to her room to prepare. The maid was sure to latch every lock on the door. Elizabeth was helped with bathing and stood in front of the body length mirror as the maid unpacked the bottles of makeup to be used so her guilty pleasures could be hidden by the nearly scandalous white dress. The bruises would show too easily as would the leather corset she was so accustom to wearing. The future of her simple white lace corset laid on the bed next to her as she watched the young maid paint away her wicked sins one by one until she was a beautiful blank canvas.
In time, the bruises would be gone as would be a part of her. She was lucky to be taking the maid with her and if she was luckier, the maid agreed to tempt her possible weak future husband into her work skirt so that her mistress could have what she truly wanted. Elizabeth was thankful for her commitment but denied any possible actions as such. With being fully dressed, she embraced one of her only friends as she dismissed her to ready the suitcases again for their departure later that night. Elizabeth hadn’t noticed the tear that fell from her glistened eyes.
“Now, now. We can’t have you smudged, Miss. You’ll always have me.”
“I’d break you from one blow, my dear.”
“I know, Miss. I only wanted to see you smile one last time.”
The maid bowed and left Elizabeth to her thoughts. Before she knew it, she found herself downstairs in the grand parlor as the sea of gleeful English society danced and gossiped. She looked down to the dress her mother chose for her.
The white material disgusted her as it hugged her shoulders, leaving her arms completely bare. She felt grown without her lace that kissed her skin day in and day out but she figure now it was time to rid herself of such things. She tucked a stray hair behind her swept up bun and snuck a few glasses of brandy before her parents arrived, practically beaming.
“Darling, stop drinking. You father has wonderful news.”
“I am really adopted?”
“Stop now, my child,” ordered her father, “There has been a development with your engagement. You will not be marrying the man I told you about.”
“What? No tailor in the family? Can we go home now?”
“Elizabeth. There was another offer for your hand.”
“That’s impossible. I don’t know anyone.”
“Darling, he approached your father not even an hour ago as the other man gladly gave you up. This man almost got on his knees in front of everyone and begged him for your hand. God is answering your prayers.”
“I don’t believe in God, mother.”
“Hush your mouth and go with your father. Everyone is gathering.”
Elizabeth snatched the brandy but in a fury and swallowed the glass. She couldn’t believe what was happening. She was being pushed to the highest bidder without knowing what she was getting into. She filed in with the three other ladies and their fathers as three gentleman approached with rings and a candle in hand. She could tell, they were tripping over themselves on the inside to be marrying but all Elizabeth wanted to do was to strip herself and wash away the makeup from her skin and see if anyone else would want her and her depravities.
The men presented themselves one by one and asked for each woman’s hand. She could only hear the happy whispers of the mothers and father of the wedding ladies in the room along with the soft lone violin and the heart that beat breaking in her chest. She looked to the door in tears, waiting for the opportunity to run when her father loosened his excited grip on her.
“Thomas Sharpe of Cumbria.”
Elizabeth turned her head to the polished gentleman standing tall in front of her. A small gasp escaped her as her stranger looked her deep in the eyes. She was speechless as her father shook her from her daze.
“Elizabeth,” he urged, “Say something.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to worry yourself about,” he whispered as he wiped the tear away.
She was too flooded with emotion to understand anything. She only looked to the lovely, piercing blue and the once messy pitch black curls that were combed back. His familiar lips were stretched into a smile as he held out his hand.
“My world has limits but many, many advantages and trust. There is always trust. Do you trust me, Elizabeth?”
Her name falling from his lips was the greatest thrill than any firm hand would give her.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Would you be mine?”
“Yes.”
Her father let her go as Thomas pulled her to the middle of the floor with the other brides. He pushed the ring on her finger and placed his hand at the small of her back. Each of the woman blew out the candles and the grooms all kissed their brides. Elizabeth controlled her kiss to Thomas, wanting to push him to the floor and have her take him as he did the night before.
The room clapped for the four married couple as the parent swarmed the floor. Elizabeth’s mother was excited as she talked to Thomas. Her father had explained the maid that was to accompany Elizabeth and Thomas smiled, glad to accept her into his home. Elizabeth found herself hard to take in air as the end of the evening came to an end and her parents bid her farewell. Her portion of her life was placed in a separate carriage along with her maid as Thomas extended his hand to her. His top hat was in place as her coat was pulled onto her shoulders and ascended the front steps on her own.
“Shall we?”
He opened his gloved hand, showing off her white lace gloves from the night before.
“Where did you get those?”
“I couldn’t bear to part without you. I’ve spent the day to search for you. I’d be damned if I was to not have you as my wife.”
She smiled as he slipped the lace gloves to her hand. The carriage door closed behind them and the wheels turned as Elizabeth clutched the seat underneath her. The party was over but the night was still so young. It was to be an hour at best before they would reach their destination. She could only look to the other side of the carriage to her new husband as he remained still.
“I don’t understand. Is this a dream,” she asked.
Thomas only leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. He leaned back to his side of the carriage as a wolfish grin crossed his lips.
“All I can tell you is if that if you don’t stay on your side of the carriage, we may end up christening it with the driver hearing every swear from your lips as I properly delve my tongue into her cunt.”
Elizabeth shuddered in her seat and closed her legs as Thomas saw her think about moving towards him. Instead, she folded her hand in her lap and smiled.
“You seemed not so shocked at my secret.”
“My dear,” he said lazily stroking his cock through his trousers, “It’s what I live for.”
Elizabeth was able to bite back a single moan, waiting for the moment Thomas would break his promise and take her but she waited as she opened a single button on her jacket to reveal her neck. Thomas only responded with licking his lips slowly…