It's a new century of electric lights and cars, and the aristocracy's world is opening. Young Rose never imagines the depraved desires of her Master until she hears his erotic verses. The virginal maid is ignorant about lust and Nature, but all of that is about to change. ...
It's a new century of electric lights and cars, and the aristocracy's world is opening. Young Rose never imagines the depraved desires of her Master until she hears his erotic verses. The virginal maid is ignorant about lust and Nature, but all of that is about to change.
Lord Gladhill can't keep his eyes off her – not when she's everything he needs. The handsome poet knows seduction, and his skill quickly pulls her into his dizzying world of discipline, breeding, and bondage.
Making an heir for her Lord turns Rose's life upside down, and not just in the ways she expects. Will she survive the scandals and schemes that come with secret pleasure and pregnancy?
This book contains scorching scenes of domination, virgin impregnation, and forbidden drama from another age. An erotic romance novelette of over 12,000 words.
“The whitest rose doesn't weep. She submits to pollen without complaint, a gift from above, rough and tender as desert light. Though she may swell with seed until it stretches her gorgeous petals, she doesn't cry. The whitest rose knows duty and beauty, all at once.”
Lord Gladhill looked up from his pages, casting a long glance at her face. Rose's lips twitched. She couldn't pretend that the meaning wasn't there.
“Well? How does it make you feel?” He asked, clasping his hands together over his lap.
“Beautiful and airy, my Lord! May I ask, how do you balance the beauty so perfectly with the...well...”
“The erotic? Lots of practice, my dear. It takes talent and real world experience to craft words like these. I dedicate almost as much time to inspiration as I do to writing.” He smiled, broad as a great cat preparing to spring on its prey.
At first, her instinct was to ask him how he took his inspiration. Then she thought better of it. But shyness was no barrier for the Lord's designs.
“You're wondering where it all comes from? It's okay to be curious, Rosie. Many of my readers fall all over themselves for an insight into an artist's world.” He stood and moved closer to her, placing his hands on her shoulders.
She gulped air and started trembling.
Stop it. You can move this along with conversation or not. It seems he's intent on doing what comes naturally. A real man like him isn't going to wait for my acceptance.
“You're so shy and delicate, my White Rose. I suppose that's why this energy between us is so impossible to ignore. Let's not keep it bottled up anymore. I have a lot to teach you about the ways of men.” His face continued to drop lower toward her ear.
When he stopped speaking, she felt burning soft pillows against her cheek. Rose moaned, realizing they were his lips.
Arthur Mitchell is an erotica writer specializing in extremes. He writes to explore the dark side of human sexuality and power play. His dozens of stories span a vast universe of kink, where relationships take a quirky turn, and the fires of lust are always blazing.