Virgin Encounter (Virgin Series Book 1) by Louisa Trent

Author:Louisa Trent
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: cruel hero, captive-heroine, tatooing, explicit sex, BDSM, Dark-erotic-historical-romance, anal
Publisher: Trent Publishing
Published: 2017-04-23T17:00:00+00:00

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While Miss Malone presented her suitor, my master, to her parents, the housekeeper showed me to the front parlor with a simple: “Walk this way, Miss Weatherford.”

And there I remained, in the front parlor, twiddling my thumbs in an overstuffed chair by the fireplace until the besotted couple arrived to join me.

Not that they noticed my presence. I was nothing more than another stick of furniture to them.

In confirmation of this, they commenced to talk to one another as if I was not even there. The lady at least had an excuse – I was out of her eyeshot. I was not, however, out of his.

Miss Malone was a nice woman. Kind and sweet. In another life, we might have been friends. But Lordy, she could elevate the mundane to heavenly heights. Her talk of her charitable works went on for what felt like days.

A spate of yawning ennui crept over me. My mark, though, was totally engaged in the conversation, avidly interested in everything she said. Nodding and smiling and encouraging the lady, the merchant was the epitome of a gentleman in love, thoroughly smitten with the recipient of his respectful attentions.

Was his infatuation real or done for my benefit?

The latter was wishful thinking on my part, with a large serving of conceit on the side. After all, who was I to think this wealthy man would bother trying to make me, of all people, jealous?

I was just a commodity to him, a vessel he would use when a spate of randy carnality overtook him. He knew nothing about me. Of course, there was nothing much about Miss Malone for him to know either. At least I had some hidden depths to my character…of the larcenous variety.

For whatever the reason – could have been the lovesick calf eyes the merchant was making at the lady after just having had his big hands all over my tits – I snaked a hand between my thighs.

No mistake, Miss Malone was a dear woman, a true innocent in the ways of the world as a jaded thief like myself never could be. In her company, the loss of my own virtue stung.

James Cornell would never touch her, as he touched me, never dream of being himself with her as he had been with me. She would never be privy to his true thoughts as he had revealed them to me. But she mattered to him, and I did not.

And why should I care? I was madly in love with Malcolm. Was I not?

As I sat behind the do-gooder lady but facing the man who fancied himself my master, it stood to reason that only he would see me playact diddling myself. According to his dildo explanation, self-pleasuring was a source of raucousness. It followed then that the activity I portrayed would be an unbridled affair.

In acting, a bit of exaggeration never goes amiss.

As per his clipped instruction, I was naked under my skirts, a fact he was all too well aware of having shown him proof of my obedience before we left the house – at his directive.

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