Today, I’m featuring Scarlet Darkwood’s Master of the House. Come back tomorrow for an excerpt from Mistress of the House.
All work and no play has left William Strumpkin a dull boy, leaving him lifeless, listless, and feeling overall out of control of his life. But during this time of Prohibition, where temperance people are striving to achieve a stodgy, puritanical approach to life, The House has a side where staff silently vow to debunk the traditional definition of morality, choosing to see hedonism as a basic part of human nature, almost a necessity.
After his stint at The House, Willie puts his well-honed carnal skills to good use. But will his insistent lover, Louise, let him remain silent on where he learned his bedroom skills, or will he be forced to reveal what he’s pledged to keep silent?
“Remember when you brought the cookies over the first day I came home?” He continued his exploration of her breasts as he spoke.
“Uh-huh. What about them?” She squinted her eyes at him, puzzled.
“What I did to them is what I wanted to do to you that day. They way I licked over that chocolate drop on top is the way I wanted to taste you . . . like this!” He dipped his head down and took the other nipple in his mouth and began to lick and suck with such vigor, she cried out. Then he stopped and smiled at her. “Of course, that would have been so forward of me, don’t you think?”
Louise chuckled. “Most likely I wouldn’t have minded if you had done it.” “Oh, really?” His eyes widened in surprise. “Why is that?”
“Like I said, I’ve liked you a long time.” Giving her a smug grin, he took a moment to turn his head toward her thighs,
noting that she’d bent up her knee and turned it out a little, opening up her skirt just enough to tease him. “You know what else I wanted to do to you that day?”
“What, Willie?” Her eyes now blazed as hot as the flames in front of them, flashing hot sparks of lust.
“Then you wouldn’t think me too forward if I removed these?” He reached beneath her skirt so his fingers caught the top of her panties.
“No, not at all.” With her words barely a whisper, she lifted her hips, allowing him to remove the panties and push the skirt up to her waist.
“What’s this? A smooth mons?” With his forefinger, he lightly grazed her skin. “You’ve just shaved yourself, haven’t you?” He rubbed over her again. “This is
smooth as glass.” Without a trace of expression on his face, he moved so his lips nearly touched her ear. “Why, Lou? I’ve heard most girls only do this for one reason. What’s yours?”
She avoided his eyes, offering him no immediate answer.
“Louise, I want to know why you did this to yourself?” He pressed his lips closer to her. His tone became just slightly more demanding. “I want an answer, and I want it now!”
She swallowed hard and glossed her tongue over her lips. “I—I wanted to look nice, that’s all. I take pride in my appearance, so I want to look good.”
“Down there? Who would see you there?” Willie smiled inside. On the other hand, he waited with bated breath to hear her answer.
She fluffed her hair, pretending to ignore him, but all the while kept her eyes steadfast on the ceiling.
He turned her head to face him. “Talk to me, Louise. I want you to tell me why you did this?”
“I just wanted to be prepared, in case . . . “
“In case what?” He reached down and began rubbing her again, her legs parting a little as he did so.
“In case . . . for this moment . . . you . . . we might . . .”
“So you thought at some point we might find ourselves like we are now, is that it?” His voice became softer, less demanding.
Willie leaned down and kissed her. “That’s okay, Lou. You don’t ever have to be shy, or worry about what I might think about you.”
“You don’t think I’m trashy or unladylike for doing this, for thinking we might . . .?”
“Of course not. I’d never think about you like that.” He gave her another quick kiss on the lips. His finger now roved over her slit, sliding over the flesh inside. She let out a small gasp and closed her eyes.
Unable to contain herself any longer, she bent both knees and then spread herself as wide as her body allowed. “So what else did you want to do to me that day you came home?” Her smile dared him to continue.
He moved his head down between her thighs, and parting her with his fingers, he slipped in his tongue and began caressing her gently.
Purchase Master of the House here at these fine ebook retailers: