When an heiress runs wild, her stern guardian comes back from abroad to take the whip hand...
A willful heiress is taken in hand when her guardian, the disgraced Earl of Endale, returns from abroad to find her a husband and launch her into society. With a reputation as dark as his allure, she finds his discipline both exotic and exciting. To her delight, his instruction includes strict and detailed attention to pleasure. She’s fiercely attracted, but when he probes her past, she soon vows to resist. Her heart lies elsewhere, and she means to marry handsome Sir Nigel, her clean-living neighbor and friend. But to her dismay, she finds Sir Nigel has doubts. He suspects her untamed sexuality is due to the Earl’s evil influence. Concerned for her safety and her status, Sir Nigel insists she must be tamed and warns she risks losing both his love and her place in society. He attempts a bold rescue, but now she must choose—respectability or a life of delicious sin?
He’d taken her in hand, now her guardian takes his ward abroad to find her a suitor. But unknown to him, she’s already found one…
When Saffina’s stern guardian takes her to France, his aim is to find her a suitor. Hers is simply to enjoy his strict instruction in the arts of pleasure for as long as she can. Aware she’s unlikely to lure a sophisticate like him, she vows to keep her feelings for him a secret. But at the magnificent château they first visit, nothing is what it seems. A sober young man who takes her fancy has a hidden agenda. Her hosts are famed libertines. Her guardian’s rakish past sends him urgently to Paris, and she learns the château is haunted. Worse, her hated former governess, now her maid, ties her to the bedposts at night to assist her ‘training’—but the real reason is to amuse a mystery night visitor. Saffina relishes the nightly amusement while awaiting her guardian’s return. Then she learns he’s in mortal danger…
When he treats her to her first London Season, she looks set to shine. But the more she sparkles, the more he despairs.
Now happily married with a baby son, Jacquard treats Saffina to her first London Season. He’s keen to show off his new countess, and she means to enjoy it to the fullest. She flirts outrageously, sees off catty remarks from jealous rivals with smart retorts and generally has a terrific time.
But when she’s waylaid by footpads one night in the backstreets of Chelsea, she’s unexpectedly rescued by a struggling artist. Inspired, she commissions a raunchy portrait for Jacquard’s birthday. As she struggles to keep it a secret, Jacquard grows moody. Soon he suspects an affair and thrillingly, steps up her discipline by giving her a taste of leather.
But at the Carlton House ball, when the prince reveals his new mistress, both she and Jacquard get a shock. He storms out, enraged.
Has she gone too far? Will she lose her husband, her good name and her son?
Reader Advisory: These books contain scenes of whipping, flogging, anal play and public sex.
General Release Date: 8th October 2019
“Come back here. Bring me grog, damn your eyes.” He’s shouting now.
I’m under the table. Through the open window I hear voices.
“What, a child’s with him? How old? Eight, you say? Why no nurse?”
“Nobody goes near. The stink’s too bad. All that pain…”
They’re talking about me.
The grog was heavy. I dropped the jug.
If I press my hands on my ears, I can’t hear his screams.
I was halfway across the lawns when I knew for certain what I wanted—Isaac’s cock. All of it. So instead of making for the fountains to cool off, I headed to the stables for extra heat.
Isaac tended the horses. At this hour he’d be up in the hayloft, shoveling forkfuls of fragrant hay so there’d be great heaps of it for us to roll in when he pushed up my skirts…perfect.
And I was halfway up the ladder to the hayloft when I heard Madame’s shout.
“Lady Saffina? Come back ’ere now. Espèce d’une jeune putain...”
Really, such language. She was in hot pursuit—almost as hot as mine. She’d found me feeling myself once too often.
And why not, pray? I was eighteen. I could do what I liked. Yet she still thought a good caning would cool me down.
How little she knew…
Her canings were the best thing about her. She applied them often and well. The very thought of them made me wet and left me dripping. In fact, it was when she first noticed my damp linens that she started getting creative. Then the dampness got worse…and the canings got worse.
It was impossible to resist the urge to feel myself afterward. And when she caught me doing that…
But all that did was make me crave… What? I’d no clear idea. But out here in the stables I had a clear picture of what I craved. It was hot and hard and thick and looked very like Isaac’s cock, that day I found him fisting himself in the barn and he’d reddened and jerked his hand away.
I liked Isaac. He was tanned and tough with sun-bleached hair and a ready laugh. We’d been friends for a while. He was a few years older than me. He taught me much—how to groom and saddle up horses, how to ride.
He knew his place. He never made advances, but I wished he would. And now I made instinctively for his strong protective arms and his eager, thrusting maleness.
That was what I wanted. I was sure of it now.
And this time I’d make sure I got it.
But now Madame was after me full tilt, shrieking like a parrot in her native French. Just as well, if I heard her right. She’d never dare call me a whore in English.
But what I wanted was Isaac. And now here he was, skimming down the ladder to meet me. His breeches already bulged with everything I needed…
And I was on the point of launching into his arms when the far door flew open. Madame dashed in, the thin cane quivering in her hand.
“Isaac. Save me.” I clutched at his sleeve.
In a flash he took in every detail of my torn gown, my bulging, heaving breasts, one loose and exposed from running. He caught me up, his bold blue eyes dancing, his blond hair all tousled from the hay. His cock already part way out of his breeches flap…
He knew instantly what I craved.
But now here was Madame, about to spoil everything.
And I was just going to snap at her that I was too old for a governess when I saw a look pass between them. In a flash I saw myself at their mercy—Isaac’s cock and Madame’s cane. Yes…
Word Count: 83,138
Book Length: SUPER NOVEL
Genres: BONDAGE AND BDSM
Flora Dain caught her first heady whiff of success in 2012, when four of her short stories first appeared. Two years later saw the publication of her first three novels. Now her naughty novels, wicked novellas and spicy stories pop up all over in Kindle, e-pub and paperback, some in story collections and others singly.
She loves trying out fresh angles on old themes and even dips into history and the paranormal, but her focus is always on racy romance, both in reading and writing. When she’s not admiring someone else’s hero, she’s happily dreaming up her own!
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