by Alison Shaw
A quiet little knock interrupted his thoughts. He did not want to speak to Sophie right now, and he certainly did not want her in his room when he was in this temper. Then a hushed voice said “Rafe?” and his cock swelled at the sound.
“Come,” he choked out and the door cautiously opened and Charlotte stepped inside, closing the door behind her, keeping her hand on the knob.
“What are you doing here?” Rafe asked, a little shocked.
“Sophie has taken the boys to bed and I said I was going out for some air.”
“You are taking a terrible risk in being here,” he said, forgetting that he had stripped her of her underwear in broad daylight just that afternoon.
“I know.”
He pulled himself up to a sitting position.
“I came to see how you were,” she said nervously.
He swallowed a surge of anger at her concern, and said darkly, “Take your clothes off.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Lock the door and take your clothes off,” he repeated.
Her hand still clutched the doorknob and he raised one eyebrow commandingly.
“Your valet …” she stammered.
“Not here,” he snapped. “Are you going to do as I say?”
Her hand trembled as she turned the key and reached behind her to undo the buttons down her back. She was clearly used to undressing herself, Rafe thought, as she pushed her dress downwards and stepped out if it. Then off came her petticoat and she was standing in just her corset and chemise. Rafe’s eyes raked over her long shapely legs.
“Take everything off,” he said.
She undid the laces down the front of her corset and Rafe’s breathing quickened. He had seen countless women undress in his time. He had helped them to undress too on more occasions than he could remember, but the way that Charlotte so artlessly disrobed was making him so hard it was all he could do to remain on the bed, his hands by his side.
Now she was in nothing but her chemise. He could see the outline of her nipples through the thin material. They were tight erect buds and her breasts looked pert and full. He knew from that night that they were a perfect handful.
“Take it off,” he growled. “Let me see you.”
She pulled the chemise up and over her head and there she was, standing a few yards from him, completely naked, her pale skin glowing in the moonlight that poured through the windows. She was lovelier than he had imagined, her legs impossibly long, her hips wide, her waist small, and her breasts perfect.
“Take your hair down,” he said.
She reached up and pulled at the pins, dropping them on the floor and her thick hair fell down past her shoulders in shiny waves. His breath caught in his throat and he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.
“Come here,” he said, and she walked towards him and did not stop until she was between his spread legs and his lips were almost touching her breast.
She threaded her fingers through his hair as he sighed and ran his hands over her soft bottom, his lips closing over one pink nipple. He rolled his tongue over it and sucked hard as his hands squeezed her firm flesh and his fingers wandered into the valley between her legs.
“You’re wet already,” he said against her breast and then he could not wait any longer. He deftly undid his breeches and pulled his aching cock out into the cool night air.
Grabbing her buttocks tighter he guided her. “Open your legs. Rest your knees on the bed. That’s it. Now lower yourself onto my cock. Oh God yes! Like that!” he cried as she impaled herself onto him, her fingers digging into his shoulders. His cock was enveloped in velvet heat as she sank all the way down and wriggled a little making him groan against her neck. “Oh God, that’s good. I’m going to fuck you now, ” he said as he grabbed her arse tighter and began to drag her up and down his rock hard prick, at the same time thrusting his hips until the sound of her slick juices sliding against him filled the room, and her gasped breath brushed against his ear. He pulled her upwards until his cock almost popped out but then he slammed back into her and repeated the move until his balls were screaming their need for release and he pulled her off him so he could watch the creamy cum shoot from his cock and over her belly. They both kept watching until his cock had released every drop and lay limply between them, then he took hold of the back of her neck and pulled her downwards to his lips and soundly and noisily kissed her.
When he finally managed to drag his lips from hers he gasped out, “God, I love you,” and then froze at the unfamiliar sound of the words. But Charlotte merely held his face in her palm and kissed him briefly, before she struggled off his lap and walked across the room towards the washstand.
Chapter 23
The Governess is Overcome
In which the governess finds the Earl impossible to resist.
If only he were not so beautiful, Charlotte thought as she watched the Earl of Langham dismount from his horse in one agile leap, his breeches stretched tight over muscular thighs, his dark hair shining in the sun. Sighing, she took Arthur's hand and led him back towards the house, only half her attention on her talkative ward. After Randall had rejected her so heartlessly Charlotte had thought she had learnt her lesson. Men of high birth treated everyone beneath them as nothing more than possessions, and even though Charlotte was not exactly a servant she was not a Lady either and she was most definitely many rungs beneath the delectable Earl of Langham. And as if his title was not enough to give him superiority, his physical beauty was a nail in the coffin of her hopes. How could she have allowed him to overcome all her defences? How could she now be a slave to her desire for him? She had to regain control of herself and resist, everything was at risk if she did not: her livelihood, her heart, and her sanity.
But that evening, all her determined resolve once again melted in the power of his obvious desire for her. Sophie had required Charlotte's presence in the dining room to help tutor William and Arthur in table manners. It was the very last thing that Charlotte wanted to do but she could not refuse and dressing in her primmest and most unattractive dress she sat between the boys and did her best not to look at their cousin. It was an almost impossible task, especially since he was sitting feet from her, dressed in his impeccable formal clothes and radiating a smouldering intensity. She could sense his eyes on her as she helped William with his knife and fork, and barely managed to repress the memories of what he had persuaded her to do merely hours ago, memories of his dark head buried between her thighs, memories of his husky voice urging her onwards. She had worn one of her ugliest dresses tonight but he was still looking at her as if he would rather be eating her than the untouched bowl of lobster bisque in front of him. It made her heart hammer loudly in her chest and her hands shake.
Charlotte was so distracted that she barely noticed an argument brewing and the Earl of Langham had stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him before she registered anything was wrong. His uncle banged his wine glass down on the table, red in the face at suppressing the invectives he clearly wished to release. Sophie promptly rose from her chair and taking William's hand said briskly, “Bed time!” Charlotte roused Arthur from his slumber and followed them out of the room.
“I don't know what has gotten into Rafe lately,” Sophie whispered to Charlotte as they efficiently undressed the sleepy boys. “He is so unpredictable. One moment he is his usual cheerful self and then the next he is glowering and snapping at everyone. He is drinking far too much as well. If I didn't know better, I would think a woman was involved.”
Charlotte managed not to blush as she asked, “And why would a woman not be involved?”
“Rafe in love?” Sophie laughed softly. “I can't comprehend he would ever allow that to happen to him,” and giving a surprisingly good impression of his deep cultured voice, she said, “Love is for silly girls and readers of novels!” She tugged Arthur's nightgown over his head and kissed his hair. “He did seem awfully put out tonight. It is not like him to be so bad tempered a
nd certainly not in front of the children.”
When Sophie dismissed her, Charlotte had every intention of going for a walk in the warm night but instead she found herself standing outside the Earl of Langham's firmly closed bedroom door, her heart thumping in her chest. If anyone should see her... she could not bear to think what would happen, and before she could change her mind she turned the handle and stepped inside the room.
Rafe was lying on the bed, still dressed. He stared steadily at her and she saw the tiredness in his eyes and wanted to comfort him so much it made her racing heart ache, but before she could take a step towards him he said coldly, “What are you doing here?”
“I said I was going out for some air,” she stammered.
“You are taking a terrible risk in being here,” he said more gently.
“I know,” Charlotte replied, her voice catching in her throat. “I came to see how you were.”
He regarded her for a moment and then calmly folding his arms behind his head he said, “Take your clothes off.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Lock the door and take your clothes off,” he said, his voice low and deep, his eyes not leaving hers.
Charlotte felt a familiar quickening in her loins at his intense gaze. He had every confidence that she would do as he demanded, and he was correct of course. Caught in his hot gaze, she wanted to obey. But then she remembered Johnson. She was not going to remove any clothing if there was a chance of him walking in on them. She could see his knowing smirk right now. There was nothing Johnson would like better than holding this sort of valuable knowledge.
“Your valet?” she asked.
“Not here. Are you going to do as I say?”
Of course she was, but she was deliberately hesitating so that this beautiful man with his discarded cravat and undone buttons would continue to loll on the bed in decadent disarray and issue demands in that thrillingly commanding tone. Her nipples were so hard now she could feel them pushing against her chemise.
Slowly she reached behind her and turned the key in the lock, exaggerating the shaking of her hands and attempting to look reluctant and nervous rather than eager. She knew if she played the trembling ingénue it might elicit more exciting commands from his lovely mouth. Then she applied her shaking hands to the buttons at the back of her dress thanking God that she was so used to disrobing herself. She pushed her dress down past her hips and to the floor, stepped out and then pulled off her petticoat so all that was left was her corset and chemise. She knew her chemise was transparent enough to give him a tantalizing view of the body beneath. He would be able to see her heaving breasts barely contained by the corset and the dark shadow at the apex of her legs. When she looked up, with a pretence of shyness, he was gratifyingly staring at her, looking rather less cool than he had before.
“Take everything off,” he said.
Oh she liked this game! She slowly unlaced her corset knowing full well that all men, even the most dissolute, just loved to watch this final unveiling and the Earl of Langham was clearly no exception, for when she sneaked a peek at him she could see the thick rod in his trousers growing before her eyes, and the way he was completely unable to take his eyes off her.
She stood in just her chemise, her breasts no longer confined by the corset but she knew they were firm and pert and her nipples would be visible through the almost transparent cotton, their erect state an irresistible invitation.
“Take it off. Let me see you.”
She wanted him so badly now she could feel the wetness between her thighs. She could not wait to have him thrust that huge phallus of his inside her, but she had to prolong this game just a little longer.
She pulled the chemise over her head and stood completely naked, shivering a little as he raked his eyes over her. “Fuck me,” was what she was saying to herself as he stared. “Take me now.”
“Take your hair down,” was what he said.
She unpinned her hair and finally he moved, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed.
“Come here,” he said and she gladly walked to him. He spread his legs so she could step between them and Charlotte had a sudden vision of how erotic they must look, with her naked paleness against the darkness of his clothes. His eyes were on her nipples. Her eyes were on his face, drinking in the length of his eyelashes and the sensual fullness of his lips. Her fingers went to his silky hair as he dipped his head and closed his lips over her nipple, sucking it into his hot wet mouth. His hands slid over her buttocks and dipped between her legs as he sucked hard on her and she held back a gasp. “Fuck me, Rafe. Fuck me!” the voice chanted in her head.
“You're wet already,” he said and then with his mouth still on her breast, he deftly undid his trouser fold and pulled out his cock.
“At last!” Charlotte almost sighed out loud and then was glad that she had held it back because he was still in the mood for issuing erotic orders.
“Open your legs,” he said as his hands pushed her thighs apart. “Rest your knees on the bed.” And she did so, straddling him, her hands on his shoulders, his glorious prick waving below her. “Now lower yourself onto my cock.” And she did so, her sopping wet cunt sucking him in eagerly, making him cry out, “Oh God yes! Like that!” as she sank all the way down. “Oh God that's good! I'm going to fuck you now,” he said and grabbing hold of her buttocks he dragged her up and down his rigid cock.
It felt wonderful. To be held so firmly by his strong hands and be so submissive to him was arousing her so quickly and powerfully that Charlotte could already feel an earth shattering orgasm building. The ecstatic moans coming from him just drove her higher as he lifted his hips and hammered into her, the wool of his trousers abrading the soft skin of her thighs, the marble column of his cock thrusting into her until she broke around him and he pulled out to watch his creamy cum shooting from his throbbing dick, the hot juices coating her damp skin.
His cock shot two more loads before it was sated and with the final spurt he took hold of the back of her neck and kissed her more soundly and ardently then he had ever done before. Then he completely ruined the moment by pulling back, gazing into her eyes and saying, “God, I love you.” Charlotte kissed him and then struggled off his knee and wobbled over to the washstand, which she leaned upon and spent a moment staring down at the china bowl. One of his dark hairs curled against the pure white porcelain. Damn the man! Why ruin everything by saying such a foolish thing?
Chapter 24
The Earl is Blackmailed
In which our regency rake discovers blackmail sometimes has a silver lining.
The Earl of Langham had his face buried between the Governess’s soft thighs and he was eating her out like a starving man. He lapped and nipped and sucked and rammed two of his fingers into her creamy hole as she moaned and cried out above him, her hips desperately gyrating under his ravenous mouth, her fingers thrust into his hair. He pushed her thighs even further apart so she was totally spread out before him and he removed his mouth for a moment so he could watch his fingers sink into her clasping cunt and see them coated with her juices.
“Oh God, Rafe!” she cried, her voice high and tremulous, “You’re making me crazy. Please … please …”
“Please what?” he rasped as he roughly thrust his fingers deep inside her. “Want me to keep fucking you like this until you come?”
“Oh my God!”
He grinned with satisfaction at the desperation in her voice and his thumb found her swollen bud. She cried out even louder.
“Oh yes,” he groaned. “That’s what I want to hear. I want to hear my Charlotte begging for it. I want her out of her mind with need.”
“Make me come, Rafe. Please make me come,” she whimpered.
His cock was already rock hard in his breeches, but at the sound of her panting voice it swelled even more, threatening to spill its seed without even seeing the light of day.
“Fuck, Charlotte,” he groaned and his mouth descended
once again onto her glistening pink pussy and he sucked her clitoris into his hot mouth, so hard she broke around his fingers, her muscles pulsing around him, her hand gripping his hair so tightly he thought she would rip it out from the roots.
He licked her gently until she stopped shaking, and then sensing a presence behind him, he reluctantly pulled away from his favourite place and turning his head saw a man standing in his bedroom doorway. It was his missing valet, Johnson, and his grin was so dirty it went straight to Rafe’s already unbearably excited cock.
“Hello, Sir,” he said. “Have you missed me?”
Rafe just scowled at him, frozen on the spot between Charlotte’s trembling thighs. Charlotte, it seemed was still too insensible from her earth shattering orgasm to react.
“I must say,” Johnson said. “That was one hell of a performance. It’s given me a bloody enormous hard-on. And it’s nice to see you are now so well acquainted with our lovely Governess.”
“Know your place, Johnson,” Rafe grunted as he slowly stood up and pulled Charlotte’s skirt down. His eyes however, could not help examining the considerable bulge in Johnson’s tight fitting breeches. He had not forgotten what that glorious cock looked like fully erect. “And what are you doing here? I do believe you quit my service in ignominious circumstances.”
“I’m bored with fucking Madam de Mornay,” Johnson said casually. “It turns out she’s an unholy bitch, and I miss seeing to your needs more than I thought I would.”
“And you think it’s acceptable to fuck my mistress behind my back and then run off with her?”
Johnson merely smirked, his dark eyes twinkling mischievously. “You asked me to fuck her, didn’t you?”
Rafe had almost forgotten that Charlotte was still perched on the dresser behind him, until he heard her choked gasp. He took her hand and helped her down, keeping her hand in his to reassure her. To his surprise, she was still trembling.
