Hot writer, and a regency favorite, Raven McAllan brings us a whole new series to love. Take it away Raven!
Sometimes an idea jumps up and
metaphorically bites you in the bum. Sometimes it creeps up and taps you on the
shoulder. And then again (note, the editor in Leona will be cringing at all
these 'sometimes', oh how I love to torture her), sometimes it does both.
With Miss Simpkins' story it was
most definitely both.
I don't know if you're like me
but sometimes, (sorry couldn't resist it) a minor character catches your
attention, and you think "oh I wonder what happened to her?" That's
how it was with Molly Simpkins. She was a very minor, but a pivotal, (you know
I've wanted to use that word for years) character in one of my earliest books,
A Most Unusual Mistress. Without her, there would have been no book, but we
only met her very briefly. Ever since
then, I found myself wondering what she got up to.
Well, now I know. She opened a
'school'. Where Seduction's the game, and success is the aim. Flora ia her
first student.
Ex mistress to an Earl, who
better than Molly Simpkins to show Flora how to ensure she gets what she needs
from her marriage?
Flora's intended has idea she
doesn't agree with. Angus thinks she should be happy to live at their Scottish
estate whilst he spends his time in London.
It may be the way of the ton, but
it isn't going to be Flora's way. This is her chance to show Angus what he'd
miss if he leaves her alone. There's only one thing, she doesn't know how.
Luckily Miss Simpkins does.
Here's a wee taste…
“Ah, so good. Fraser. I need to
know.”
“Know what? Tell me, Flora, show
me what you want.” His finger moved in her, and yet more stings and tingles
enveloped her. She began to lose the ability to speak, let alone think. What
had he asked?
“What? Ah, everything, I have to
experience everything.” Her tongue seemed to have developed a mind of its own,
and she had trouble forming her words.
He moved so fast she didn’t have
time to look and admire his body as he pulled the banyan over his head and
stretched out on his back next to her.
“Then take what you need.” He
spread his hands out wide.
What? He expects me to touch him?
How, I wonder? She
decided that perhaps to mimic some of his actions would be acceptable. But she
was naked, and so was he, what if? Stop thinking and just do something. Before
she had a chance to change her mind, Flora scrambled onto her knees and knelt
by his side. As she dipped her head her hair brushed his chest and he groaned.
She pulled back in alarm, but he grabbed her arm.
“Oh no, don’t stop. I’m
interested, very interested to see what happens next.” He rubbed her arms in a
soft soothing manner. “That gentle caress had to be the prelude to so much
more. Touch me, as you like to be touched.” He guided her hand to his chest. “I
promise you won’t give me pain—not in a bad way.”
Emboldened by his words and
actions, Flora circled the dark male areolae one by one, and pinched his
nipples in much the same way he had done to her. His eyes deepened in color as
the nubs hardened under her touch.
“More.” Just one word, designed
to make her feel empowered. She bent her head again and laved the area with her
tongue before taking one nub into her mouth and grazing it with her teeth. It
was his turn to gasp.
“Heaven.”
She had to agree with him. Each
touch she gave him made her ever more excited, and her juices increased, to
coat her thighs. She shifted her body, and he grasped her waist to hold her
closer, until she was half on top of him. Something hard pressed against her
side. She did a mental inventory of where she was and realized his cock was
rubbing her.
“I think my pego is ready for
you, my dear. Eager and in dire need of attention.”
Flora took a swift glance
downward and then looked back up to his face. He was correct. She wasn’t sure
she was ready to take his prick in hand yet. In the moonlight, Fraser’s eyes
glittered and the smile he gave her was one of encouragement. “Don’t give up
now, my love. Finish what you’ve started.”
That was the problem, what had
she started? “I don’t know how,” she said. “Will you show me?”
“For someone who doesn’t know
how, you have a gift be- yond price,” Fraser answered her, his voice deep and
smooth, like liquid chocolate. “My body is oh so ready to fuck. I would very
much like to feel you around me, to feel my cock deep inside you, and bring us
both to climax. However, there are a couple of things that need clarifying
first.”
There was? Flora wasn’t sure she
liked the sound of that. The deep grey eyes now had a hint of steel in them,
and his mouth had firmed. How he could turn from lazy-eyed lover to this
implacable dominant male she wasn’t sure. She pulled back to kneel on her knees
and Fraser didn’t stop her.
“I also wish to understand
something.” She did her best to sound in control of herself, and not a
quivering mass of need.
“Like what?”
She guessed the loud thumping she
could hear was her heart as she decided how to reply. “Why do you want to marry
me? Why me and not any other acceptable female? What makes you think I’m the
right person for you? To bear your children, continue the line, and to do all
your countess should.” Would he answer her? If he did, would it be what she
wanted to hear?
The silence lasted for all of the
count of thirty noisy heart- beats. Flora began to worry. Had she done
everything wrong? She began to edge backward. He shot out his hand and caught
her un- aware and she toppled forward onto his hard body once more. His cock
wedged between them and tickled her quim. Then he smiled slowly as he rolled
her under him, and looked down on her as he rested on his elbows. The scant
inch between them heightened her arousal, until her body was a mass of tiny pin
pricks and ripples.
“Because I only want you, have
only wanted you since you so prettily asked me to marry you all those years
ago. Hell, I’ve waited with as much patience as I could muster. So many years
as I watched and hoped no other would catch your eye. The older you grew, the
prettier you became, the harder it was for me to stand back and wait. But I
promised John I would let you grow without preconceived ideas of your future.
No longer, let me show you.” He knelt up, and grasped her ankles.
Her legs were parted as he placed
one foot on each of his shoulders. Flora watched wide-eyed, her throat tight,
and her mouth dry as he took hold of his cock and stroked it slowly from
glistening tip to hard balls. She bit her lip. His prick was so big, its purple
head slick with his juice, and the veins along its length stood out and
beckoned to her.
“Are you ready?”
*****
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Happy Reading,
Love R x
