The Earl and the Governess: An Erotic Romance (3 page)

The young lady
shifted her feet, which gave him a better view up her skirt, and he
moved his head slightly to the left.

On the other
side of the reclining group his friend, Henry Barnes, was smirking
at him. “Hell of a view is it not, Langham?” he asked.

“I love this
time of year," the young Lady sighed. "Everything is so ...
fecund.”

Rafe choked a
little on the wine he had just been sipping and his cock swelled in
his suddenly tight breeches. What a wonderfully filthy sounding
word he thought as he stared at the innocent little mouth that had
uttered it. He would love to show her how fecund he was. He would
like to shove the most fecund part of him up her tight little
snatch right this minute.

But Henry
interrupted his pleasant musings. “Where is Sophie today?” he
asked.

Glaring at his
friend, he said tightly, “She is meeting the new Governess.” That
man showed far too great an interest in his lovely cousin.

“Oh no!” cried
one of the ladies. “Have those wild boys scared off another
one?”

“Yes indeed,”
he drawled. “She fled last week after they locked her in the
schoolroom cupboard.”

Henry laughed.
“Little devils! Someone needs to show them a firm hand.”

And it will not
be me, thought Rafe. William and Arthur were fine as they were. He
loved those motherless boys with their untamed lust for life. They
reminded him of himself.

He placed his
glass down on the grass and slowly drew himself up. He had had
enough of this polite chitchat and was itching to be alone for a
while.

“Well, I hate
to leave such a happy party,” he said, glancing down at the young
lady and noticing with satisfaction that she was staring at his
bulging crotch with wide eyes. “But I have business to attend
to.”

On the walk
back to the house Rafe passed the lake and could not resist the
lure of the cool water. He stripped off his frockcoat, shirt and
boots and dived straight in, floating on his back for a while
watching the clouds above him in the ridiculously blue sky and
enjoying the complete solitude.

But he could
not stay there all day and he reluctantly pulled himself out of the
water and carrying his discarded clothes strode back to the house,
his soaked breeches clinging to his muscular thighs. Yes, it was
indecent to be stripped naked to the waist but everyone was still
on the hill, everyone except Sophie that was and if she were to
stumble on him half naked, then well and good. He would love to see
her face as she surveyed his bare chest. He was hard again at the
very thought.

As he
approached the house through the rear courtyard, he was so intent
on reaching his room and giving himself some much needed relief
that he barely noticed the woman until she gasped loudly and
dropped the book she was holding.

He stopped in
his tracks and took in her shapely figure; a tiny waist, a swell of
generous breasts, an elegant neck, high cheekbones and thick auburn
hair barely confined in a bun. He actually gulped as her green eyes
coolly regarded him.

Managing to
gather himself together, he said politely, “How do you do?” and
gave a slight bow.

Her luscious
red mouth curled up in an amused smile as her eyes raked over his
naked torso and further down to the wet breeches stretching across
his throbbing crotch. Under her cool gaze, his interested cock
strained against its inadequate covering.

“Sir,” she
said, her voice full of restrained amusement.

“I don't think
we've had the pleasure,” he stammered. “I am Rafe, the Earl of
Langham.”

She merely
continued to regard him with her green eyes. He had never seen eyes
that colour before. They were so clear and intelligent he actually
trembled under their cool regard.

“And you
are...?” he asked, his voice sounding more than a little rough.

“Charlotte,”
she said and picking up her book she turned and walked away, giving
him a view of the creamy skin of her nape below her upturned
hair.

God damn him,
he was as stiff as a pole and hurrying into the house and upstairs
into his room, he immediately wrestled his prick out of his
clinging breeches and wrapping his fist around the shaft, roughly
stroked himself to visions of auburn hair spread over pale
shoulders and lips wrapping themselves round his helmet, before cum
shot out in a wide arc and splashed onto the rather valuable
Turkish rug.

An hour later
he had bathed and dressed again and felt ready to be in public.

Sophie was
sitting in the drawing room and he strode towards her ready to
plant a kiss on her sweet cheek, but she rose and said quickly,
“Rafe! Do say hello to our new governess.”

He slowly
turned to see the woman of his so recent fevered fantasies standing
by the fireplace, her red lips turned up in a wry smile. He
actually blushed. He did not think he had ever blushed before in
his life, and her green eyes swept over his body once again before
she said, "Hello."

And at that
moment he knew he had to have her. He would have her stripped and
spread before him, open wide and begging him to fuck her, digging
her nails into his backside and coming hard around his cock. By
God, he would have her or die trying.

Chapter 5

The Governess is Hired

In which we
are told the governess's side of the story.

Charlotte Kemp
surveyed the small but comfortable room in front of her. It was on
the top floor, next to the nursery and the walls were covered in a
soothing green paper scattered with sprigs of what looked like
apple blossom. Through the window she was treated to a pleasing
view of well laid out gardens and out over the wooded hills of
Hertfordshire. She could just make out a party of people picnicking
on the hill, white parasols twirling in the summer heat. This would
do very nicely.

Sophie
Fairburn, her new employer, smiled at her from the doorway. She was
an uncommonly pretty girl a few years younger than Charlotte, all
blonde ringlets and pinkness. “Is it to your satisfaction?” Sophie
asked.

“Oh yes, Miss
Fairburn, very much,” Charlotte said.

There was a
sudden loud thump from the nursery and the wild laughter of two
small boys made Sophie flinch but she expertly kept the smile on
her face, although now rather strained. Charlotte just returned her
smile. Yes, this would do very nicely.

“I am afraid my
brothers are rather ... energetic.”

“They are
boys,” Charlotte said with conviction. “Boys should be
energetic!”

A look of
surprise crossed Sophie's angelic face.  “Your previous ward
was a girl, was she not?”

A brief image
of Letitia's sparkling blue eyes flashed into Charlotte's mind and
she remembered with a desperate pang the feel of her solid little
body in her arms. “Yes, but I am used to boys. I have four younger
brothers.”

Sophie laughed,
“Then I am sure you will cope with William and Arthur. Although it
is only fair to warn you that other Governesses have found them a
handful.”

“Boys are
simple creatures. Give them plenty of freedom and they will be
happy.”

Men were the
same, thought Charlotte, bitterly. She knew that all too well.
Letitia's father had all too recently given her an unwanted lesson
in just how much freedom men needed. But she would not think of
Letitia, and most definitely not think of Letitia's father. All
that was in the past now and she was starting afresh.

Sophie kindly
took care of the boys for the afternoon with instructions to
Charlotte to settle in and explore the house and gardens, and after
unpacking in her cosy room she found her book and left the
house.

Outside it was
warm and the sky was blue. Charlotte wandered for a while amongst
well tended flowerbeds and immaculate lawns. This was a happy
house, she could tell. Sophie and her brothers may be motherless
but there was an air of comfortable organisation and care, which
made Charlotte's heart soar. Maybe she too could be happy here. God
knows she needed some peace.

She soon
wandered back to the house and into the back courtyard where a man
was leading a strong white horse towards the stables. He was big
and blonde in just his shirtsleeves, rolled up over his strong
biceps, and he smiled at her and doffed his cap as he passed by. No
doubt the head groom, she thought. He looked kind, like all the
people she had so far encountered here. Even the housekeeper was
less stiff than Charlotte was used to.

She went
through a shaded archway into the courtyard that led to the kitchen
garden and was just about to head to the kitchens to introduce
herself to the rest of the staff when she heard a noise behind her
and turned.

There stood a
half naked man. A wet half naked man. His bare chest glowed, the
muscles defined in the bright sunlight and his soaked breeches were
stretched tight across powerful thighs. Her eyes involuntarily
swept over his crotch, enlarged and bulging. She dropped her
book.

“How do you
do?” he said, his voice refined with an edge of roughness, and she
looked up at his face.

Her breath
caught in her throat. By God, he was beautiful! His damp hair was
thick and dark and tousled, as if he had been running his fingers
through it, and his face was perfectly proportioned with a straight
nose, high cheekbones and full, sensual lips. An unfashionable
shadow of beard covered his chin. Were all the servants in this
house so handsome? And were they permitted to wander around so
inappropriately attired? The tidy order of the place seemed to
suggest otherwise.

She knew she
was staring but she could not seem to help it, and to her horror
she felt her lips curl into a little smile of admiration. And he
stared back, his eyes darkening under thick black lashes. She
gulped, and fought to regain some composure.

“Sir,” she said
as coolly as she could.

“I don't think
we've had the pleasure,” he said and she noticed his refined
accent. “I am Rafe Fairburn, the Earl of Langham.”

With an
enormous effort, Charlotte's face stayed expressionless. The Earl
of Langham! Of course she had heard that name before, who had not?
Why had she not associated Sophie with her most notorious relative?
She had so often skirted the edge of drawing rooms and hovered
behind ladies in the park and overheard his name whispered as they
swapped scandalous stories. And here he was standing before her in
nothing but his wet breeches and a rather obvious erection.

“And you
are...?” he said, his heated eyes roaming over her.

“Charlotte,”
she said, feeling slightly foolish, like some silly blushing girl.
Dragging her eyes away from his, she leant down and picked up her
book. It gave her a moment to regain her composure, and draw
herself together. She was not some inexperienced ingénue. She would
not be intimidated by his scandalous reputation and all too obvious
regard, even if he were the most breathtakingly beautiful man she
had ever seen.

Without another
word she drew herself up to her full height and coolly walked away
from him, sensing his eyes burning into her back.

He appeared
later that afternoon when Charlotte had joined Sophie in the
parlour, this time fully dressed and freshly shaved.

He stalked into
the room bringing with him an intoxicating scent of soap and
freshly bathed skin. Charlotte could not help noticing the way
Sophie's eyes glowed the moment she saw him and when he kissed her
chastely on the cheek she leaned towards him with an easy
familiarity, and his hand brushed her arm. It made Charlotte clench
inside, low down in her quickening core and she had to turn back to
the fireplace, her heart thumping in her chest.

“Do say hello
to our new governess, Rafe,” Sophie said, her voice high and
excited.

Charlotte
reluctantly turned her head to find him regarding her with his
searing gaze. His eyes were blue, she noticed, but much darker than
Sophie's. Indigo blue, she thought, like a stormy sky. When she had
pictured the wicked Earl of Langham she had imagined a vain fop
dressed in fashionable frills, but this man was not like that at
all. A dangerous almost feral maleness positively boiled beneath
his refined manners.

“Hello,” she
said, her voice not betraying the hot pooling in her loins.

His smile was
slow and lazy. Charlotte felt a breathless panic. She would not
find the peace she craved as long as this man was in the house.

Chapter 6

The Earl Begins the
Hunt

In which our
besotted rake launches his assault on the unsuspecting
governess.

The Earl of
Langham was a most fortunate man. Not only had he found himself a
manservant who was efficient and dependable, he had also found one
who liked to suck cock.

Johnson’s
dependable mouth was at this moment wrapped around his employer’s
grateful shaft, his efficient tongue working all kinds of magic.
The man deserved a raise, Rafe was thinking as he watched his dark
head bobbing in his lap. He was regretting not making him strip
naked before he started work. Rafe liked to watch his powerful
shoulders and the bunching of his biceps as he got down to his
task. He was a fine figure of a man and if Rafe had his way, he
would have him parading around his room permanently undressed. That
would be scandalous, of course, but oh so titillating. At the
thought of Johnson’s perfect physique, Rafe’s balls tightened and
with a thrust and a loud cry, he spurted into the back of his
throat.