In 1920s England, when young and curvy American Hailie River gets hired as governess to wealthy English widower and author Rhys Ferdinand, she doesn’t know what to make of his temperamental brooding. After discovering his erotic novel, though, Hailie can’t keep him off her mind! But Mr. Ferdinand is torn: how can he keep his professional distance from his governess when he is also so tempted to make her his erotic muse? This 8,300 word historical erotic romance features M/F sex, female masturbation, spanking, anal play, public sex, and a voluptuous, sensuous BBW; adults only!
I shoved the binder under a cushion before getting to my feet. “Mr. Ferdinand.”
His expression was unreadable. “You couldn’t sleep?”
“I always rise early for a few hours’ work.” He approached me, and my heart leapt into my throat. “However, that would be difficult – ” he leaned to retrieve the binder between the couch cushions where I’d shoved it “ – if my work had been pilfered.”
I couldn’t breathe. I flushed hard, wishing he’d yell, wishing he’d just fire me rather than maintain this cool composure. “I’m so sorry.”
He shook his head. “If you’d like to read it, then you’ll read it,” he said, handing it back to me. My eyebrows shot up until he continued, “On two conditions.”
“Sir?” I stood stock still, cradling the binder, as he paced through the study.
“You’ll read it out loud,” he said.
Oh god. I had just reached a salacious passage, and my hands had been creeping up my thighs when Mr. Ferdinand had caught me. I couldn’t look him in the eye and read my shame aloud.
“Second,” he continued, “you’ll be spanked as you do so.” He had found what he’d been looking for, a short wooden ruler, and used the end to motion to the back of the sofa. “Bend over.”
My heart thudded against my rib cage. “For disobedience?” I asked.
He inclined his head. “In part a punishment. But also – ” he slapped the ruler into his palm with a mischievous grin I’d never seen him wear before “ – as reward.”
Reward for what would be the next rational question. But I was far from rational at this point. “Yes, sir.” I bent to hold the back of the couch with one hand and held the binder in my other. My full breasts and torso would be exposed if he walked in front of me, the neckline of my nightgown hanging loose. I spread my bare feet apart, shivering the slightest bit. “Should I continue where I left off?”
Mr. Ferdinand stepped behind me and ran an affectionate thumb over one of my hips, squeezing its firmness before he stepped back and raised the ruler. “Please.”
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Published September 11, 2012
Romance, Erotica, Literature & Fiction, History.