The Earl and the Governess: An Erotic Romance by Alison Shaw Page A

trap
of yours shut, Daisy,” he growled, his northern accent becoming
stronger. “I don’t want to hear another word out of you,” and he
pulled her arms behind her back and gripped her wrists tightly.
    Daisy gave an
excited whimper and Johnson said, “What did I say?” and raising his
free hand he brought it down on her backside with a loud slap.
    “Oh Eddie!” she
cried as he smacked her again, her pale cheek turning red.
    “I said be
quiet!” he growled as his hand came down on her a third time, and
Rafe mindlessly started to pull at the fly of his breeches.
    “Fuck,” he
murmured to himself as he wrapped a fist around his cock.
    “You are a
nasty little slut,” Johnson said to Daisy as his fingers slipped
between her legs. “A dirty little trollope who likes it rough.”
    Daisy muttered
something into the sheet as Johnson pulled her legs apart and ran a
finger round her puckered hole. “I am going to have you here,” he
said, “and you’re going to love it, aren’t you?”
    Daisy managed
to pick her head up and looking back at him whimpered, “Yes
please.”
    Johnson gave a
nasty laugh and pulling his hand away, smacked her again. “Oh hell,
you are making me so fucking hard, it’s going to hurt when I
finally shove it in.” Then he lowered his head and licked her
firmly, all the way from her arse hole to her clit.
    Rafe’s fist
wrapped more tightly round his cock, his hips thrusting upwards as
Johnson’s rough voice seem to wrap itself round his balls. He was
so turned on he was close to coming, his cum already leaking out
and dripping down his shaft.
    “You should see
his lordship,” Johnson said. “He’s as hard as I am, Daisy and he
wants to see me fuck you hard.”
    “Do it now!”
Daisy squealed.
    With that
Johnson gripped Daisy’s hips and slid straight into her wet pussy.
“Just getting some lubrication,” he said as he slid in and out,
making a sucking sound as he covered his prick in her juices, then
he pulled out and wrapping a fist around his slick shaft, he lined
it up against her tight arse hole.
    “Ready for a
good arse fucking?” he asked but clearly didn’t require a reply
because he pushed inwards in one hard thrust, the muscles of his
bare backside clenching as Daisy cried out. “Fuck and damnation!”
Johnson yelled as his balls slapped against Daisy’s wet lips.
“That’s tight!” Then he slowly pulled out and Daisy cried out in
ecstasy this time, grabbing handfuls of the bed sheet.
    “Give it to
me!” she grunted, and Johnson gripped her hips tighter and slammed
into her with a great surge.
    “Not going to
last long,” he muttered as he withdrew and slammed into her again.
“It’s too good.”
    But Daisy was
already coming again. Rafe could see her back arch and her legs
tremble, and then Johnson’s arse quivered and he gave one last
thrust and cried out, managing to pull his cock out just in time so
Rafe could see the thick cum oozing out and running down his shaft
and over his hand.
    Rafe stared at
the mess dripping onto the floor and licked his lips and gripped
his own cock tight. “Daisy!” he said a little desperately to the
girl who was now spread eagled on the bed, panting. “Daisy! Come
and suck me. I want to see your lips wrapped round my cock.”
    Daisy dutifully
got up on wobbly legs and kneeled at Rafe’s feet, and taking his
cock in her soft little hand immediately closed her pink lips
around the bulbous head.
    Rafe dropped
his head back and gave a long shuddering sigh. The relief of
feeling her hot mouth on him was indescribable and soon he was
shooting his seed into the back of her throat in several pulsing
loads, thoughts of Charlotte momentarily banished.
     
     
     

Chapter
11
     
    The Governess Struggles
     
    In which the
governess wars with her desires.
     
     
    Charlotte's
days were spent with vocabulary and arithmetic and her nights,
tossing and turning with fevered images of Randall and
Johnson plaguing her body. Both merged