The Earl and the Governess: An Erotic Romance (15 page)

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 and 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.

“I shall remind
you again, know your place,” he said coldly.

“My place?”
Johnson asked, reaching behind him and closing the door. “My
place?” he repeated, stepping towards them. “I think my place is
now up for negotiation after what I have just witnessed.”

“Are you
threatening me?”

“No,” Johnson
said. “Just making the most of this unexpected winning hand.” His
fingers went to his breeches and started to undo the fold. “Thanks
to the two of you, I now have a hard-on that is begging for some
attention.”

Rafe watched
Johnson pull his heavy cock out of his breeches. It was every bit
as magnificent as he remembered. Rafe himself was pretty damn big
but Johnson’s shaft was even longer and beautifully shaped, as wide
at the tip as at the base. Rafe stared as Johnson pulled back his
foreskin and revealed a drop of clear liquid that glistened on his
shiny head. Charlotte gripped Rafe’s hand tightly and gasped beside
him, her eyes too were fixed on Johnson’s proud display.

Johnson took in
their reaction with a wicked grin and then said nonchalantly,
“Who’s going to suck me off?”

Even though
Rafe’s mouth was watering, he was not sure he was quite ready to
reveal his unorthodox proclivities to Charlotte. What was between
them had certainly started with rampant lust, but he had lately
begun to acknowledge that there might be more to his attraction and
he was not prepared to risk losing her. The chance to suck
Johnson’s cock again was not worth the risk. However, he had to
admit, he would quite like to watch her doing it. He would like
that very much.

As ever, his
clever valet read his mind, and with the wicked grin still
plastered on his face, he said, “You’d like Miss Kemp to get me off
wouldn’t you, my Lord?” His hand stroked down his length and spread
the drop of pre cum over his darkening head. “You’d like to watch
her take my cock in her mouth.”

The man was
really out of order now, completely stepping out of the bounds of
the servant and master relationship, but this new, assertive
Johnson was arousing Rafe considerably. He glanced sideways at
Charlotte and saw that her eyes were still fixed on Johnson’s huge
cock and her cheeks were flushed. She had not fled the room in
horror; in fact she seemed to be having quite the opposite
reaction. Then, without warning, she let go of Rafe’s hand, took a
couple of steps forward and dropped to her knees.