Sophie becomes separated from the life she's known when she's forced to take work as a maid for one of Britain's most powerful dukes. When the head housekeeper sees Sophie's lustrous red hair and sexy curves, she warns the girl to stay out of trouble, but Duke Ellis Metcalfe's stunning good looks and unimaginable wealth quickly insinuate themselves into Sophie's daydreams and fantasies.
Reality comes crashing down when the Duke catches Sophie snooping in the master bedchamber on a rainy day, but he offers her a choice - go home to Liverpool... or give him anything he desires. When Duke Metcalfe asks Sophie to do something she's never done for any man, she realizes that her curiosity matches his need.
This story contains explicit adult content, including the seduction and domination of a submissive maid by a wealthy noble, culminating in a first-time rear-entry encounter that she'll never forget! 4,800 words.
Excerpt:
Steam filled the spacious chamber of white granite and dark wood. Sophie stood nervously by the vanity and watched Duke Ellis Metcalfe kick off his field boots and casually strip out of his riding gear. His body was a marvel. She guessed that he was ten or fifteen years older than she was, but years of exercising with a personal trainer had turned him into a perfect specimen of a man, with hard, lean muscle covering his tall frame and long limbs.
The Duke lifted his head and caught her staring, and he grinned as Sophie averted her eyes, blushing furiously. "Take off your clothes, Sophie. You don't want to get them wet, do you?"
He watched as Sophie unbuttoned the black one-piece uniform with trembling fingers. When it was open to the navel, she pushed it down over her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. Beneath it, her full young bosom was ready to burst from the black athletic bra that Ruby had insisted she purchase. Her panties had been an act of defiance against the stout housekeeper's demands; sheer black lace.
Duke Metcalfe's black eyebrows climbed his forehead when he saw those panties. The fair skin of Sophie's face had turned a red so dark it was almost purple, but it darkened another shade as she hurriedly stripped out of her bra, panties, and stockings. She leaned against the counter to hide her nervous trembling as she crossed her arms over her chest in a futile attempt to conceal her bosom.
"Come," Metcalfe said as he stepped into the steaming shower. She followed, sighing as she passed beneath the powerful streams of warm water.
Reality comes crashing down when the Duke catches Sophie snooping in the master bedchamber on a rainy day, but he offers her a choice - go home to Liverpool... or give him anything he desires. When Duke Metcalfe asks Sophie to do something she's never done for any man, she realizes that her curiosity matches his need.
This story contains explicit adult content, including the seduction and domination of a submissive maid by a wealthy noble, culminating in a first-time rear-entry encounter that she'll never forget! 4,800 words.
Excerpt:
Steam filled the spacious chamber of white granite and dark wood. Sophie stood nervously by the vanity and watched Duke Ellis Metcalfe kick off his field boots and casually strip out of his riding gear. His body was a marvel. She guessed that he was ten or fifteen years older than she was, but years of exercising with a personal trainer had turned him into a perfect specimen of a man, with hard, lean muscle covering his tall frame and long limbs.
The Duke lifted his head and caught her staring, and he grinned as Sophie averted her eyes, blushing furiously. "Take off your clothes, Sophie. You don't want to get them wet, do you?"
He watched as Sophie unbuttoned the black one-piece uniform with trembling fingers. When it was open to the navel, she pushed it down over her shoulders and let it slide to the floor. Beneath it, her full young bosom was ready to burst from the black athletic bra that Ruby had insisted she purchase. Her panties had been an act of defiance against the stout housekeeper's demands; sheer black lace.
Duke Metcalfe's black eyebrows climbed his forehead when he saw those panties. The fair skin of Sophie's face had turned a red so dark it was almost purple, but it darkened another shade as she hurriedly stripped out of her bra, panties, and stockings. She leaned against the counter to hide her nervous trembling as she crossed her arms over her chest in a futile attempt to conceal her bosom.
"Come," Metcalfe said as he stepped into the steaming shower. She followed, sighing as she passed beneath the powerful streams of warm water.