The Earl and the Governess: An Erotic Romance by Alison Shaw

However, now he was lying naked in her bed, he was
coming to the uncomfortable realisation that he had not acquired
the most sought after mistress in the land. No, she had acquired
him and he was cursing himself for succumbing.
    But here she
was, drifting towards him in an almost transparent nightrail, her
nipples clearly visible through the fine linen, her full red lips
tilted into a seductive smile and he could hardly continue to
berate himself, especially not when she lifted the gown over her
head and stood before him in all her legendary glory.
    He stared at
her, unashamedly, his cock making a tent of the sheets.
    “The wicked
Earl of Langham,” she purred in her delicious French accent. “Here
you are at last,” and she twirled a lock of silky black hair around
a finger as she stared back at him lasciviously. “And what am I to
do with you?”
    “Oh I am sure
you can think of a few things,” he replied, his hand straying to
his hardening prick.
    “Remove the
sheet. Let me see you.”
    He didn't like
being given orders but in this case he had a mind to be forgiving
so he slowly pulled the sheet away from his naked abdomen and let
her see what lay beneath. She sighed as her eyes ran over his body
and settled on what he now held in his hand.
    “Un homme
etonnant,” she sighed. “We are going to enjoy ourselves, Rafe. I am
in need of some frivolous entertainment.”
    “Come here,
then, and let us get started.”
    She licked her
lips and ran one small hand up his shin and across his muscular
thigh. “Comme il est beau,” she said almost absent-mindedly.
“Jocasta tells me you are talented as well. Is that true? Can you
fuck all night?”
    His cock gave a
little leap at her words. Her fingers were inches from his
tightening balls.
    “She told me
you have her screaming within minutes. Apparently your tongue can
drive a woman to beg for your cock. Would you like me to beg,
Rafe?”
    Rafe’s throat
was so dry now he could barely speak. His fingers trailed through
the silky black locks that hovered above him and then his hand
rested firmly on the back of her head. “Do you like a man to make
you beg for it, Justine?” he managed to say.
    “Oh yes,” she
sighed, her hand moving towards his cock. “I like a man to tease me
and then take what he wants. I like a man with a great big cock who
isn’t afraid to fuck me hard.”
    With a growl,
Rafe dragged her onto the bed, pinning her body to the mattress
under him and gripping her wrists, dragged them above her head.
    “Yes!” she
cried as she opened her legs wide and pushed her pelvis towards
him. Kicking her feet together he straddled her knees and pushed
her legs closed.
    “I am in charge
now, Madam. I will tell you what to do and you will follow my
orders," he said in the gruff tone he had learnt from his talented
valet. She was about to speak but he said sharply, “Be quiet,” and
leaning down caught one of her pretty pink nipples between his
teeth. She moaned loudly as he sucked it into his mouth and then
pulling away he warned, “Did you hear me? I said be quiet.”
    “Oh my God,”
she whimpered as he lathed her other nipple with his hot
tongue.
    “You’ve had
enough warnings,” he said and grabbing hold of her hips turned her
around so her lush little bottom was presented like a tempting
treat before him.
    “No!” she said,
the mattress muffling her cries and Rafe just smiled to himself
knowing full well she would not be happy with him if he did
actually stop. He had played this game before and luckily, it was
one of his favourites.
    “Look at that
lovely arse,” he growled. “It’s begging to be spanked.”
    She squirmed
under his firm grip, which just made his cock swell to its maximum
girth and he raised his hand and brought it down on her pearly
white buttock, the slap resounding around the room.
    “Mon Dieu!” she
cried which just made him do it again, this time a little harder.
Her flesh blushed pink and pulling her legs apart he