Benedict's Commands by Golden Angel

Author:Golden Angel [Angel, Golden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: bdsm, spanking, spanking romance, bdsm romance, historical spanking romance, Victorian Romance, victorian spanking romance, victorian bdsm romance
Publisher: Golden Angel LLC
Published: 2017-12-03T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Back in the ballroom, this time on Benedict’s arm, Christina didn’t know how to behave.

She felt incredibly foolish once she’d realized Lord Thomas had, quite reasonably, called upon his friends to help him launch his cousin into Society. The poor thing, although quite beautiful, was so shy it was nearly crippling. Although the large, dominant males surrounding her certainly didn’t help. Nor did the more confident, garrulous young ladies; no matter how they tried to draw her out, it was still obvious an effort was being made on all sides.

Christina included herself in that effort after Benedict planted her in a circle of conversation between his sister and Viscountess Hood with the whispered order, “Stay put.”

If she didn’t feel so guilty over what was an obvious overreaction on her part to his dance with Miss Wilson, she might have been incensed. As it was, she couldn’t exactly blame him for his short temper or his command. Especially since she’d been avoiding him for so long.

Only half paying attention to the conversation, she watched Benedict move across the ballroom and intercept Daphne. They had a very quick conversation, during which Daphne turned to peer at Christina almost curiously before turning away. Then she said something to Benedict, who nodded and began making his way towards his brother, although he constantly glanced over to ensure Christina was where he’d left her. Despite being stopped several times for conversation and introductions to young ladies, his focus never wavered.

She really had been a ninny.

Guilt welled up, tinged with shame, and also a bit of annoyance at herself for getting so worked up into a needless frother. She’d also hurt Benedict by her actions, which she certainly hadn’t meant to do. She’d been so convinced he was done with her, that she hadn’t thought she could hurt him.

And look where that had gotten her.

So now she was behaving herself and staying right where she’d been put, just as he’d commanded; waiting for him to come back and trusting he would.

The Duke of Manchester was escorting his Duchess from the dance floor when Benedict reached him. The three of them spoke quickly and quietly before the Duke lifted his head looked heavenward, as though appealing to a deity. They were very likely talking about Hartford and his introduction to Arabella, Christina realized, biting her lip.

“Don’t blame yourself,” Arabella said in a low voice, making Christina jump. She hadn’t even realized the young woman had been watching Christina watch her siblings. “Don’t let Benedict blame you either.” Arabella snorted. “As if a mere introduction to a Marquess, when you were right beside me, could be improper. They’re a bunch of stuffy old prigs.” That last was said with a glare directed at Lord Thomas, who responded with a dark look, his eyes lingering on Arabella even after she’d sniffed and turned away from him.

“For a debutante, a conversation with Hartford is always improper, no matter who else is present,” Christina murmured, distressed. She didn’t think Arabella properly appreciated exactly how scandalous the Marquess’ reputation was.

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