Their Lordship's Toy - Anna Austin - ebook
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Rose was a young and innocent maid, but her world is now one of lust and depravity. Her Master has corrupted her, and now intends to take her to a party where wickedness and sin are the main attractions. Alone in a four-poster bed, Rose must pleasure any Lord who takes a fancy to her - and she is to prove extremely popular... ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ The light filtering through the curtains stung my still-sleeping eyes - and the incessant chiming of the clock didn't help much either. Though I knew it would stop soon enough, I was still more than tempted to hurl a heavy object at it and cease its noise manually. Lord Evans was nowhere to be found - of course, he was a busy man. I couldn't expect to wake up by his side every morning, but the lack of warmth at my side was somewhat alarming. Only ten days had passed - but our relationship felt lengthier than that, somehow. We had been through quite a bit together, far more than conventional couples. Even though it had only been ten days, I felt as though we might as well have been together for ten years. Two days ago, he had whisked me away to a depraved sort of gathering - many men had done unspeakable things to me, and it was then that I came to the stark realization that Lord Evans was a man of incredibly strange tastes, and those tastes were unwavering. I was still nervous, still skeptical, but there was no denying that I had enjoyed being used as nothing more than an object.

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Their Lordship's Toy

Using The Maid - Part III

Victorian BDSM EroticaAnna Austin

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2017 Anna Austin

Written by Anna Austin

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~

The light filtering through the curtains stung my still-sleeping eyes - and the incessant chiming of the clock didn't help much either. Though I knew it would stop soon enough, I was still more than tempted to hurl a heavy object at it and cease its noise manually. Lord Evans was nowhere to be found - of course, he was a busy man.

I couldn't expect to wake up by his side every morning, but the lack of warmth at my side was somewhat alarming. Only ten days had passed - but our relationship felt lengthier than that, somehow. We had been through quite a bit together, far more than conventional couples. Even though it had only been ten days, I felt as though we might as well have been together for ten years.

Two days ago, he had whisked me away to a depraved sort of gathering - many men had done unspeakable things to me, and it was then that I came to the stark realization that Lord Evans was a man of incredibly strange tastes, and those tastes were unwavering. I was still nervous, still skeptical, but there was no denying that I had enjoyed being used as nothing more than an object. And his special brand of aftercare was worth all the sexual torment.

The night following that exceedingly strange party was, in turn, exceedingly beautiful. He had taken me home, the carriage we rode in being the absolute lap of luxury - he had carried me upstairs and tucked me into bed. He knew that I was far too spent to make love, but he kissed me and caressed me all the same, holding me close until I drifted away into slumber.

For all the harsh remarks he made during sex, he was a kind man at heart, whispering reassuring sentiments until he was sure that I was entirely asleep. My heart jumped, heated up and made my cheeks pink, even when I so much as briefly recalled some of the things he'd said to me.

I curled up in my blankets, belligerent - he was so wonderful to me when we were alone. Even if I had hated every moment of that party, it would've all been worth it to hear those sweet words from him at the end of the day.

And that was the real shocker - the fact of the matter was that I had found myself having a great amount of fun at that party. I had always thought of sex as being inherently chaste, following cookie-cutter patterns as laid out by the church. And yet, I was beginning to learn that things were never that simple.

Aristocrats like Lord Evans had their own brand of hedonism - a hedonism that threw caution to the wind and had absolutely no respect for the rules imposed by society. Had I remained blind to this fact, I would've still been searching for a reasonably wealthy husband, someone who would make boring love to me once a week.

The day after the party, I had been essentially bedridden due to soreness. One couldn't expect to simply toss an inexperienced maiden such as myself into an extreme lifestyle like that and have me come out unscathed! Today I was feeling much better, but that dull pain remained in my thighs, in my jaw. I winced as I sat up, finally feeling ready to face the day.