He’d taken her in hand, now her guardian takes his ward abroad to find her a suitor. But unknown to him, she’s already found one…
When Saffina’s stern guardian takes her to France, his aim is to find her a suitor. Hers is simply to enjoy his strict instruction in the arts of pleasure for as long as she can. Aware she’s unlikely to lure a sophisticate like him, she vows to keep her feelings for him a secret. But at the magnificent château they first visit, nothing is what it seems. A sober young man who takes her fancy has a hidden agenda. Her hosts are famed libertines. Her guardian’s rakish past sends him urgently to Paris, and she learns the château is haunted. Worse, her hated former governess, now her maid, ties her to the bedposts at night to assist her ‘training’—but the real reason is to amuse a mystery night visitor. Saffina relishes the nightly amusement while awaiting her guardian’s return. Then she learns he’s in mortal danger…
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of anal sex.
General Release Date: 19th January 2016
“Tell me. What is the first rule of pleasure?”
The voice behind me was low in my ear, deep and disturbing, silky as chocolate over the pounding drumbeat of hooves and the continuous clatter of the jolting carriage. I whimpered as he hoisted my skirts, drawing them slowly up over my quivering ass.
All at once he plunged his fingers into my gaping slit to feel my secrets.
Say something. Anything. My mind raced. “When to— Ah.”
I arched, as alive to his touch as a straw in a flame. He slid his questing fingertips in deeper.
“Say it.”
“The first rule of pleasure, my lord—” I broke off, panting with need. I writhed against his hand, desperate for the money touch that would end my torment. “To know when to feast—and when to fast.”
I hauled in air and jerked in my bonds, clenching my teeth as he caressed me again. In my cunny, he took control with a flurry of sparks that tingled all over my skin.
He lowered his voice to a cruel purr. “So now you fast.”
“I’ve been fasting for days.” I writhed again. My protest faded into a low moan as he stirred his hand once more.
As ever, he held all the cards. I was strapped and helpless, my wrists looped to the padded ceiling of the silken luxury of his carriage, my arms stretched to aching. I bent low over the seat, pinned under the weight of his power and his prodding lust.
I felt his lips hot on my neck as his fingers lingered in my swollen, lustful folds, slick with moisture, oozing my shame.
He knew. He well knew what I wanted. Now I felt the full weight of his cockstand—hard, hot and insistent—lodged between my ass cheeks like a flagpole. It shifted in rhythm with the jolting carriage, as eager to plunge up inside me as I was to receive it.
Unable to stop myself, I rubbed against it, clenching and riding it in a silent, heartfelt plea. Please, please…
“Open. Wider.”
His grip tightened as his harsh command hissed in my ear, too low to startle the driver but enough to scare me. I’d been trussed like this for what seemed like hours as he explored my resistance, tested my reactions, primed my lust.
Now he fondled my wet, dripping slit yet again, pushing easily into my most private and forbidden place, sending shivers all through me. I felt him tease and explore, obscenely invading me, stoking my flames to a fire of arousal. His hand stayed firmly in place, shifting gently with the jolting of the wheels, teasing more moans and whimpers out of me in a constant anguished melody over the driving rhythm of the horses’ hooves. He turned his busy fingertips to my constant delight and my perpetual torment, as he made me arch, made me writhe and made me ache.
Hourly he edged me ever closer to bliss—never close enough.
I’m so close. Please, please…
Flora Dain caught her first heady whiff of success in 2012, when four of her short stories first appeared. Two years later saw the publication of her first three novels. Now her naughty novels, wicked novellas and spicy stories pop up all over in Kindle, e-pub and paperback, some in story collections and others singly.
She loves trying out fresh angles on old themes and even dips into history and the paranormal, but her focus is always on racy romance, both in reading and writing. When she’s not admiring someone else’s hero, she’s happily dreaming up her own!
Flora’s married and lives in the UK.
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Jen: Today we welcome Flora Dain to Romancing the Book. Flora, will you share a short bio with us?
Flora: I’m married with two children and live in the UK. New to writing, but several titles to date and more on the way. I love reading, writing, good reviews, cold crunchy ice cream and hot smooth movies. And I especially love connecting with readers – a real thrill!
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