The Earl and the Governess: An Erotic Romance

by Alison Shaw

  Without another word she drew herself up to her full height and coolly walked away from him, sensing his eyes burning into her back.

  He appeared later that afternoon when Charlotte had joined Sophie in the parlour, this time fully dressed and freshly shaved.

  He stalked into the room bringing with him an intoxicating scent of soap and freshly bathed skin. Charlotte could not help noticing the way Sophie's eyes glowed the moment she saw him and when he kissed her chastely on the cheek she leaned towards him with an easy familiarity, and his hand brushed her arm. It made Charlotte clench inside, low down in her quickening core and she had to turn back to the fireplace, her heart thumping in her chest.

  “Do say hello to our new governess, Rafe,” Sophie said, her voice high and excited.

  Charlotte reluctantly turned her head to find him regarding her with his searing gaze. His eyes were blue, she noticed, but much darker than Sophie's. Indigo blue, she thought, like a stormy sky. When she had pictured the wicked Earl of Langham she had imagined a vain fop dressed in fashionable frills, but this man was not like that at all. A dangerous almost feral maleness positively boiled beneath his refined manners.

  “Hello,” she said, her voice not betraying the hot pooling in her loins.

  His smile was slow and lazy. Charlotte felt a breathless panic. She would not find the peace she craved as long as this man was in the house.

  Chapter 6

  The Earl Begins the Hunt

  In which our besotted rake launches his assault on the unsuspecting governess.

  The Earl of Langham was a most fortunate man. Not only had he found himself a manservant who was efficient and dependable, he had also found one who liked to suck cock.

  Johnson’s dependable mouth was at this moment wrapped around his employer’s grateful shaft, his efficient tongue working all kinds of magic. The man deserved a raise, Rafe was thinking as he watched his dark head bobbing in his lap. He was regretting not making him strip naked before he started work. Rafe liked to watch his powerful shoulders and the bunching of his biceps as he got down to his task. He was a fine figure of a man and if Rafe had his way, he would have him parading around his room permanently undressed. That would be scandalous, of course, but oh so titillating. At the thought of Johnson’s perfect physique, Rafe’s balls tightened and with a thrust and a loud cry, he spurted into the back of his throat.

  “That was a quick one,” Johnson said, wiping his mouth.

  “I was thinking about your tight arse,” Rafe said. “It does it every time.”

  Johnson grinned and drawing away from him started to tidy up the clothes strewn on the floor.

  Rafe stretched on the bed, slung his arms above his head languidly and happily watched him go about his work. “Had any women while we’ve been here?” he asked.

  “Just that chamber maid, the chubby one with the big tits. She goes like the clappers.”

  “I know,” Rafe laughed. “She is rather vocal with it too. So much moaning and yelling!”

  “I’ll say! I fingered her in church last Sunday. Pulled her skirt up and stuck two fingers in and I thought she was going to give the game away she was panting so loudly.”

  “Fucked her yet?”

  “Of course. I had her the day we got here, up against the scullery wall.”

  “Well done my man, you beat me to it.”

  “Begging for it, that one. Permanently on heat. I can’t go below stairs without her dragging me off and getting my cock out. I tell you, the thing’s going to fall off.”

  “Can’t say I blame her,” Rafe said, his eyes drifting to his manservant’s crotch. “You have a particularly fine specimen.”

  “Perhaps I should sneak her in here one night. I bet she would like your big cock up her arse while I fuck her wet cunt.”

  “God, man,” groaned Rafe, his hand wandering to his rapidly hardening cock. “You are getting me all riled up again.”

  “Well I am here to serve,” Johnson smirked.

  “Get your clothes off,” Rafe growled, “And come here.”

  “Doesn’t sir want to go down to breakfast?”

  “No sir doesn’t,” he said, eagerly watching his valet unbutton his breeches. “Sir has a need to shove his big cock somewhere nice and tight.”

  Rafe made a scandalously late appearance at the breakfast table. It was in fact lunchtime and Sophie was looking none too pleased.

  “Everyone else has gone to town,” she said sulkily. “I am stuck here with William and Arthur.”

  And the governess, Rafe thought, his cock twitching back to life under the table. The luscious governess, left alone for him to stalk. If he could just find something to occupy Sophie…

  “Miss Kemp and I are going to take the boys for a walk in the woods. Would you care to join us?”

  He was hardly likely to turn down an opportunity like that. He was not going to miss any chance he got to ogle the new governess, that delicious piece of flesh, the mere thought of which had made him come so violently yesterday.

  An hour later Rafe was in the most exquisite agony. William and Arthur ran whooping through the trees, brandishing the large sticks they had found, and Rafe had a large stick of his own. It was currently threatening to pop the buttons of his breeches.

  The governess innocently perched on the wide bough of a fallen tree watching the boy’s boisterous antics with an indulgent smile.

  “Don’t you find them too much?” Rafe asked, puzzled by her patience. “Too noisy? Too wild?” All the governesses before her had spent their time berating the boys and unsuccessfully trying to quell their enthusiasm.

  “No,” she said in her slightly husky voice and turning her green eyes on him, added, “It is my belief that boys need to be wild now and then. It is in their nature,” and she smiled as her gaze momentarily rested on the tent in his breeches.

  He gulped and asked, “And you don’t wish to tame their natural instincts?”

  “I certainly do not!” she smiled, “They just need their energies directing a little and they will grow into fine men.”

  At those last two words, her voice cracked and her gaze swept over him again, leaving him with no illusions about who else she might consider fine. The minx, he thought, as his prick throbbed. He had to get her on her own as soon as possible, and find out if she wished to do more than just look.

  On the way back to the house, as Sophie and the boys ran ahead, Rafe reached out and grabbing her hand he pushed her against the rough bark of the nearest tree. A reckless move, he knew, but he was a desperate man.

  “Sir,” she said calmly. “What are you doing?”

  “What does it look like I am doing?” he growled as his lips made contact with the creamy skin of her neck.

  Her hands grasped his biceps as if to push him off but instead she moaned as his tongue licked her fragrant skin.

  “Sir,” she said again and then moaned, “Oh sir!” as his wandering hands found their target and palmed her heaving breast. The firm flesh filled his hand and he squeezed as he sucked at her neck, ramming his aching prick against her leg.

  “You consume me,” he snarled as his fingers found her hard nipple through the thin lawn of her dress. “I must have you.”

  He was about to take possession of her mouth when she rested her palms firmly on his chest and pushed him away. “Control yourself Sir,” she admonished. “We are out in the open.”

  The fog in Rafe's lust addled brain cleared sufficiently for him to acknowledge the truth of the matter, even though he was on the verge of throwing caution to the wind and fucking her hard against the damn tree.

  His hand was still on her breast and he reluctantly withdrew it.

  She laughed tightly. “You reputation is certainly true Lord Langham.”

  “My reputation?” he asked, attempting a look of innocence as he ran his hand through his hair.

  She laughed again. “Oh come, my Lord! You are renowned as the worst rake in the ton. I have heard no Lady
is safe from your appetites.”

  Even though he had only just energetically demonstrated the truth of her statement, he couldn’t help feeling annoyed.

  “And there is that other matter…” she said, her eyes lowering to the stiff pole threatening to burst from his breeches.

  “What other matter?” he stammered.

  “I have heard,” she said. “That you are also the most ... generous rake in the ton.” She reached out her hand and cupped his tackle, running her thumb along the full length of his shaft, making him jerk and groan. “It seems they were not exaggerating.”

  His breath came out in a hiss as she deftly undid his buttons and reached inside to stroke his turgid flesh. Cum churned in his balls and threatened to leap up his cock, but he held back and merely dripped pre cum onto her questing fingers.

  “We are out in the open, Madam,” he said slowly, feeling as if his fevered fantasies had somehow conjured up a particularly vivid hallucination.

  “Indeed we are,” she said crisply and withdrew her hand. “Let us catch up with Sophie and the boys.” And she pushed herself off the tree and with a swish of skirts, turned and continued on her way as if nothing at all of any consequence had occurred.

  Rafe followed her, his cock still leaking cum, and wondered what it would feel like to be buried balls deep in her hot cunt.

  Chapter 7

  The Governess is Surprised

  In which the governess takes a walk on the wild side.

  Charlotte lay in bed on her first night in her new home, her thoughts wandering along a dangerous path. Memories of Randall came unbidden no matter how hard she tried to suppress them. During the day she could forget him, just about, but at night memories and images invaded her dreams and woke her, her sex wet and throbbing with unrequited arousal. The things that man had done to her! The forbidden pleasures he had given her! The wicked games he had played. At first he had been the very picture of a devoted father and employer but she had soon learnt the depravity that burned under that smooth surface. He had teased and taunted and played with her until she had been helpless to resist, and once she had given herself to him there were no boundaries he would not cross. He had taught her pleasures beyond imagination, how to enjoy pain and even on occasion had shared her with his friends. Her hand went down to her pulsing sex as she remembered that one particular night when three men had stripped her naked and penetrated her in so many places with their eager cocks. How she had stayed sane enough to take proper care of sweet Letitia she did not know, not when the child’s father had reduced her to nothing but a desperate well of need. And when she looked at the Earl of Langham’s beautiful face and the hot need in his eyes she was terribly afraid that he was cut from the same cloth as Randall. It was imperative that she protect herself from such dangerous men.

  Fortunately, after such a disturbed night, the house was quiet all morning, the crowds of guests having taken themselves off to town, and Charlotte spent a few peaceful hours in the schoolroom attempting to teach William and Arthur their alphabet, the tortured thoughts of last night long gone.

  They were heading downstairs to lunch, William chattering away incessantly about the fish he had caught yesterday, when the door just ahead of them suddenly swung open and a man stepped out.

  “Hello!” said William, not pausing for breath. “Did you see the fish I caught yesterday?”

  The man was taken aback for a moment and he stood with one hand still on the doorknob his other arranging his neckcloth. His cheeks were flushed, Charlotte noticed and he was so tall and broad he filled the corridor. Then he smiled, a dazzling smile that revealed one dimple in his manly face. He was very handsome, and Charlotte’s mouth dropped open before she quickly clamped it shut again.

  “Indeed I did, Master William,” he smiled. “The most enormous fish I have ever seen!”

  He had a slight northern accent and from this Charlotte surmised, he was in fact a servant, but he did not carry himself like a servant, and his jacket was well cut, fitting his broad shoulders beautifully.

  His eyes left William and settled on her. “Eddie Johnson,” he said and held his hand out. Charlotte’s pale hand disappeared into his big fist and she felt his radiating warmth. “You must be the new Governess,” he said. “I’ve heard all about you.”

  Charlotte was staring again seemingly incapable of speech. What was it about the men in this house? Her hand settled on Arthur’s shoulder to steady herself and she finally managed to say, “Charlotte Kemp.”

  “Nice to meet you Charlotte Kemp,” he grinned. “Are you going down to lunch?” His voice was impossibly deep and husky.

  “Yes and then for a walk!” William said, taking Charlotte’s hand and pulling her down the corridor. “I’m going to find some sticks.”

  “Who was that?” she asked William as they descended the stairs.

  “Only Johnson,” William said absent-mindedly. “Cousin Rafe’s man.”

  My God, thought Charlotte. The Earl of Langham had a valet who was every bit as beautiful as him. How was she ever going to get any sleep now?

  Charlotte had been looking forward to exploring the cool woods almost as much as William but to her great consternation, the Earl of Langham decided to accompany them.

  She had presumed he had gone to town with the others but when she entered the dining room, he was sitting at the table with Sophie whom appeared to be scolding him for his late appearance.

  “It is one o’clock in the afternoon, Rafe,” she was saying, her little mouth set in a disapproving line. “What on earth have you been doing all morning?”

  The Earl just dragged his hand through his untidy hair and took a bite of his pie, his eyes landing on Charlotte and not leaving, even when he reached for the decanter of wine.

  An hour later, she was perched on a log, deep in the woods and his eyes were still on her, making her skin feel hot and uncomfortable. He lounged against a tree and occasionally glanced away from her to watch William and Arthur run madly around Sophie, waving their treasured sticks in the air. What happy little boys they were, thought Charlotte, their uninhibited pleasure reminding her of her own lost childhood.

  “Don’t you find them too much? Too noisy, too wild?” he asked.

  She smiled at that. The Earl was clearly expecting her to find these boisterous boys a ‘handful’ as all the other Governesses had, but he did not know Charlotte and the life she had led.

  “No,” she said. “It is my belief that boys need to be wild now and then. It is in their nature.”

  “And you don’t wish to tame their natural instincts?”

  No, thought Charlotte, watching the Earl’s long leg bend to rest his boot on the tree bough, I only wish to tame my own. “They just need their energies directed a little and they will grow into fine men.”

  The moment she had said it, she regretted it because the Earl gave her his slow and lazy smile and she felt her traitorous loins begin to ache once again, and they had not stopped aching as they all made their way out of the woods. He would insist on walking beside her, or just behind her, his shoulders occasionally brushing against hers, his smoky blue eyes always on her.

  Then Sophie and the boys ran ahead and he took the opportunity to take her hand and before she could protest she found herself pushed against a tree, her breath coming out in a surprised gasp.

  “Sir! What are you doing?” she asked, at least attempting to sound like a virtuously shocked lady despite the fact that his lips on her neck had instantly reduced her to wanting to grab hold of his shoulders and rub wantonly against him.

  “What does it look like I’m doing?” he growled in a voice that tightened her nipples.

  A moan escaped her as his hand found her breast and she desperately wanted to press against him and have his fingers pinch her tight. “Sir!” she cried in an attempt to stop herself begging him to touch her.

  But she didn’t need to ask. It was as if he knew what she wanted, and he rubbed her nipple through the thin fa
bric of her gown as he said. “You consume me! I must have you.”

  Her head was spinning with arousal and if he had not been pinning her against the tree she would have slumped to the floor in a pool of liquid lust. Her eyes fixed on his full lips but before they descended upon her she summoned the very last reserves of her strength, and gripping his rough chin said, “Control yourself. We are out in the open.” How she managed to speak in such a steady voice, she had no idea.

  His hand left her breast and she felt bereft. “Your reputation is certainly true Lord Langham,” she laughed, hoping desperately to lighten the intensity between them.

  “My reputation?” he asked running his hand through his thick hair and looking impossibly lovely as he attempted an innocent look that just made Charlotte’s hot loins clench in aroused agony.

  “Oh come, my Lord!” she laughed. “You are renowned as the worst rake in the ton. I’ve heard that no Lady is safe from your appetites.”

  The look of hurt on his face then made her do something unbelievably foolish. She glanced down at the sizeable bulge he had been pressing against her skirts and said, “And there’s that other matter…”

  “What other matter?” he asked cautiously as Charlotte watched the bulge swell even further under her gaze.

  She gulped. “I have heard that you are the most generous rake in the ton,” and as if guided by some malevolent force she reached out and laid her hand over him. His cock was indeed huge, and so hot and hard under her hand her mouth watered. It twitched as she ran her thumb along the full length, and he groaned, a sound so erotic that she felt herself grow instantly wet between her legs. “It seems they were not exaggerating,” she croaked.