The Governess: Balford Manor

The Governess: Malford Manor by Joan Russell. 4,266 Words. Victorian Erotic Romance. The First in a trilogy. When Sarah Brandford applied for a job as governess with the Early of Barclay she did not dream that she would be expected to bear the Earl’s children as well as raise them. Nor did she expect to fall deeply in love with her handsome, young employer. Contents: Explicit erotica, oral sex, anal sex, bondage, multiple orgasms, hooding, whipping and more. All Characters are 18 and over. Adult +

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“Your wife agrees to this?” she croaked, her throat thick with a feeling of passion the likes of which she had never before experienced. She was aware of a contraction in the pit of her stomach that seemed to be connected to the shortness of breath he was eliciting from her. The passion did not impede her reason. He was solving every problem she face, but at a price. She would, even in her own estimation, become something of a whore for security.
“My wife wants me to be happy. We need an heir. She cannot produce an heir nor can she make me happy. She loves me and agrees that this idea would be a solution to our little difficulty. Because Balford Manor is well removed from general society, the arrangement would be secret from our friends and family. Would you consider becoming my love, Sarah?” He leaned forward, took her face between his hands and lowered his lips to hers.
His kiss was magical. The electricity she sensed from him transferred into his lips so that her own lips trembled with the unbridled passion; her very first kiss. She was aware of the speed of her breath that exactly matched his – she breathed in when he inhaled, she breathed out when he exhaled. It was as if they were merging into one being, one passionate being, one loving being, one sexual being. She wondered if their hearts beat as one.
It felt as if she had been waiting for him all her life, as if all the rejection she had felt from the suitors her father had brought to her had been purposefully leading to this one moment – this one man .
She felt his hand cupping her breast. He rose and lifted her to her feet, pressing himself against her so that she could feel the length of him. Feel the strength of his passion pushing, a hard rod against her stomach.
“What do you say Sarah Brandford, will you be mine?” he breathed.
“Yes,” she said, her thoughts muddled by desire. What craziness this was. She had known him for a minute and now she was prepared to throw her life away to become his mistress, to yield her virginity to him, to bear his children and raise them in a household in which she did not have any standing except as an employee.
He didn’t give her additional time to think. He scooped her in his arms and carried her out of the drawing room into the hall and up the stairs that curved to the second floor.
“Tonight you will share my bed. In the morning we will drive to Balford Manor. Before we leave, my lawyer will visit us with your contract, but I cannot wait,” he said in his low, rich voice – the voice that made her stomach contract.