by Josie Litton
“By all means,” he said, giving her shoulders a little squeeze. “Tell me everything.”
Appendix
My first week at Mary Magdalene passed in a blur. There was so much to become accustomed to and so quickly. Laxness was not tolerated. We were expected to arise before dawn for morning calisthenics. Afterward, we all had a quick shower together before--
“Together?” Charles inquired, his interest piqued. “All of you in the shower at one time?”
“It was quite a large shower,” Gemma explained patiently. “More of a tiled room with shower heads spaced all around it.” She shivered. “Very cold water, I’m sorry to say. I don’t know how they managed that even in late summer.”
Her husband frowned. “Sounds like something you’d find in a prison.”
“Hmmm,” she replied as though this had not occurred to her previously. “You’re quite right, it does. Afterward, we dressed in our uniforms and assembled for breakfast.”
“School food,” Charles said with a fond sigh. “Bangers and mash, sticky toffee pudding, bacon sandwiches…”
“I’m afraid the menu at dear old MM isn’t up to that high a standard. It was strictly porridge in the mornings. A bit watery but then our Headmistress, Dame Aurelia Ratwitz placed great emphasis on control of all bodily appetites.”
“All of them?”
“Oh, yes. Thirst, hunger, fatigue were all just means to encourage us to strive harder to become proper Mary Magdalene girls. So were other urges that arose as a result of our studies.”
“What kind of urges?” Charles asked.
She blushed most charmingly. “Inevitably, some of our more practical instruction led to certain…needs of a personal nature. But giving into them was strictly forbidden and, I might add, severely punished.”
Understanding dawned or at least it tried to. Slowly, her husband said, “You mean…”
“Self-pleasuring,” Gemma clarified. “Absolutely not allowed.”
“Dear lord,” the Marchioness murmured as he attempted to imagine a world in which spanking the monkey was taboo. Rather than contemplate such a dreadful place, he sought more pleasant horizons.
“What about…you know…two girls caught up in the moment…”
His wife looked at him quizzically. “Two girls?”
“You know…together, if the mood strikes…”
He couldn’t be entirely sure but he thought that he caught the most fleeting of smiles. Still, she continued staring at him blankly.
“Never mind,” he said hastily while making a mental note for a possible birthday present. For her, of course. He and the monkey would just watch.
“Getting back to the story,” Gemma said.
I quickly discovered that mornings at Mary Magdalene were devoted to academic studies--history, literature and the like. All were focused on the achievements of men in every field of human endeavor. Afternoons were for practical instruction.
In addition to domestic management, embroidery and so on, we were instructed in other activities intended to equip us for our proper role in life. I admit to being quite surprised when I was handed my first dildo and--
“What!” Charles exclaimed. “You had sex toys at Mary Magdalene?”
“They were not toys! They were instructional aids. I’ll have you know, I got straight A’s in fellatio.”
“I did wonder…you are extremely good at it.”
“Thank you,” Gemma said modestly. ‘Would you like me to continue?”
“Perhaps…if you just want to get on to the good parts.”
While the library at dear old MM is somewhat scant, no expense was spared on instructional aids. I practiced on dildos of all sizes and shapes--skinny, thick, short, long, big, little--
“As big as Brad?” Charles asked, his tone smugly certain that he knew the answer.
“Oh no,” Gemma replied swiftly. “Absolutely not, he’s the biggest.”
To my great good fortune, my gag reflex proved to be naturally weak. Other girls had a much harder time of it. While I was swallowing twelve-inch dildos with hardly a thought they--
“No one has a twelve-inch cock,” Charles said. “The very notion is absurd.”
“There was an American actor with one that was more than thirteen inches.”
Her husband sat up, balancing on his elbows and glared at her. “How the hell do you know that?”
“It was mentioned in passing. Do you want to hear this story or not?”
“Not,” Charles said emphatically.
In fact, there was only one thing he wanted to do and he did it promptly. His wife’s squeal when he swiveled her flat on her back under him was pleasing to hear. So were the cries that burst from her when he drew her legs apart, burrowed his head between them and went to work in earnest.
As the broad, slick flat of his tongue swiped over her clit with long, powerful strokes, Gemma cried out. Before very long, her knees were level with his ears, her hands were digging into his sculpted shoulders and she was squirming helplessly.
What he lacked in formal instruction Charles more than made up for with a combination of experience and enthusiasm to such good effect that Gemma forgot all about dear old Mary Magdalene, at least for the moment.
Charles did not. He disliked the idea of her being cold or hungry. Or being forced to spend her time learning how to deep throat rather than read books she might have enjoyed. Or…any number of other things that he couldn’t quite put his finger on.
Later that night, after dinner with Tillie and Antonio, Charles lay awake as Gemma slept. He decided that it was just as well that he was going with her to that damned reunion in a few weeks even if it meant another visit to the dreary old stone pile in the wilds of Northumbria. He’d have a chance to see things for himself and come to his own conclusions.
On one point, he was already decided: Married life was splendid. He couldn’t have asked for a more congenial wife--obedient, pleasing and clearly devoted to him. As he drifted off to sleep, Charles looked forward to a clear, blue horizon untainted by the storm clouds that, unknown to him, were already gathering.
∞ ∞ ∞
Gemma has foolishly put herself in danger and Charles is very upset.
What's a husband to do?
Find out in the continuation of the summer’s most sizzling romance serial.
Tempting Gemma
Book Six
On Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited
I hope you’ve enjoyed this episode of TEMPTING GEMMA. Please consider telling your friends about it and giving a review on Amazon or Goodreads. Nothing is more helpful to an author than being recommended to others by a satisfied reader.
To make sure that you don’t miss any new releases, you can sign up for my newsletter (no spam, just news, special offers and freebies):
Get News from Josie
And you can find me here:
Josie Central
Josie on Facebook
My Gift to You!
Josie Litton’s
BEHIND THE SCENES
52 full-color lushly illustrated pages
of the visual inspiration behind my books and more
FREE
download your own copy or view directly on-line
Some images not SFW
Sneak Peeks
TEMPTING GEMMA is part of my Austen series. Continue reading for a sneak peek at other books in that series.
His Lordship’s Downfall
With profound apologies to Jane Austen, who through no fault of her own inspired this tale of dark contemporary romance. Although M/F, monogamous and HEA, this story is far more explicit than any I’ve written before. Sexual exploitation, casual misogyny, brazen revenge, graphic language including frequent appearances of the c- word, and the use of unconventional devices for intimate purposes are only a few of its many sins. Read solely at your own discretion.
Lord Adrian Burleigh is a handsome, autocratic aristocrat with a taste for excess. In his world--w
here a modern-day British Empire still rules most of the globe--there are no limits for a man of such wealth and power. His privileged life is comfortable, controlled and predictable. Until, that is, he decides to acquire a “pet”.
Early on, the reader is likely to conceive a desire to do terrible things to Lord Adrian despite--or because of--his wicked appeal. Rest assured, the arrogant lord will receive his just deserts. Of course, because this is a romance, he will be the better man for it.
Read a preview of HIS LORDSHIP’S DOWNFALL here
Tales of the Odalisque
Welcome to the Odalisque, the world’s most exclusive club intime. Kindly leave your inhibitions at the door (clothing is optional). If this is your first visit, a few words of explanation may be in order. The tall, lithely muscular and all-around stunningly handsome man lounging at the bar is the club’s founder and owner, Lucius Belmont. “Luscious Lucius” some call him. Others are more inclined to mutter about his resemblance to Lucifer. A word to the wise, enjoy your visit but do nothing to vex him. Especially not now.
Lucius is pre-occupied with a problem unlike any he has encountered before. That rarest of creatures--a virgin--has wandered into his circle of debauchery. Natalia Bollinger is everything she should not be--exquisitely beautiful, unbearably arousing, and uncannily able to penetrate all his hard-won defenses. But Natalia is guarding secrets of her own that will pit her against Lucius in an epic showdown of vice versus virtue. Before your visit is over, limits will be tested, lines will be crossed, and all the rules will be broken. Take a seat. The show is about to begin!
Although inspired by my earlier work, “His Lordship’s Downfall”, also available on Amazon, “Tales of the Odalisque” is a standalone novel with no cliffhanger. You need not have read “His Lordship’s Downfall” to enjoy this story but of course, I hope that you will do so. Please be aware that while this story is M/F, monogamous and HEA, it contains explicit sexual scenes that some may find disturbing. Read at your own discretion.
Read a preview of TALES OF THE ODALISQUE here
I also write a dark romance series that you may enjoy. Continue reading for a sneak peek at CHOSEN:
Chosen
My name is Grace Delaney. I was born into this country’s most admired political family. When I was sixteen, the media dubbed me “America’s Princess”. I hate being called that, all the more so since I discovered the terrifying secret hidden behind my family’s glittering public image.
A few months ago, I graduated from college determined to make a life of my own. But now, suddenly, Adam Falzon is in it. The head of an old-world family with a reputation for ruthlessness, he looks like a fallen angel. As attracted as I am to him, I’ve come to suspect that Adam is hiding secrets of his own more deadly and dangerous than I ever want to know. I don’t dare give into my feelings for him.
But I may not have a choice. With every beat of my heart, he is drawing me further into a web of dark desire. My chances of escaping are slipping away. Worse yet, I’m no longer sure that I want to.
Read a preview of CHOSEN here
This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
Copyright 2018 Josie Litton. All rights reserved.
TEMPTING GEMMA: PART FIVE
All Rights Reserved. In accordance with the U.S. Copyright Act of 1976, the scanning, uploading, and electronic sharing of any part of this book without the permission of the author constitute unlawful piracy and theft of the author’s intellectual property.
If you would like to use material from this book (other than for review purposes), prior written permission can be obtained by contacting the author at [email protected].
