Seducing the Master (An Erotic Historical in the Red Chrysanthemum Series) (36 page)

“Ah. I had suspected as much. But I do not
seek a place in your heart. I only wish for your time…and your
cock.”

“I am certain there is a member here who can
substitute—”

She shook her head. “I am certain there is
not.”

“Then approach me in two fortnights. After
the votes for the burgess have been cast.”

She frowned. “Two fortnights? Can you truly
wait that long? Will your cock not pine for my cunnie
terribly?”

It would, but he was determined to overcome
his baser inclinations.

“If you behave yourself in that time,” he
provided, “I will be more disposed to granting your request.”

She sighed. “Very well.”

Relieved that she was relenting, he planted
a chaste kiss upon her brow.

“If you will not take me as your
submissive,” she said, pulling out a book from the pocket of her
robe, “will you grant me your time and read from this?”

She held
Fanny Hill
in her hands. He
had wondered where the book had gone.

“Merely read?” he asked in skepticism.

She nodded. “We may read in the dining hall
or an open park if you worry I may attempt mischief.”

He did not respond that he thought her
capable of mischief anywhere. Recalling that she did not know how
to read, he found it hard to refuse her request.

“It would serve in place of the shirt,” she
added.

“I will replace your shirt,” he replied
firmly. Despite his reservations, he said, “And I should be pleased
to read for you.”

Her countenance brightened, and he felt a
corresponding glow spread within him. It was a dangerous response,
but he was glad he could offer a small source of joy for her. He
could not imagine the life she had led till now and dreaded that it
was far worse than what she had described. Yet he wanted to know
more.

“Will you have time tomorrow night?” she
asked.

“I have two more lessons to provide Miss
Katherine.”

“Then the night following your final lesson
with her.”

“Why do I suspect you will hound me daily
till I yield?”

“If Mistress Scarlet should return tomorrow,
I think you will forget all about me.”

It was possible, but he greatly doubted he
could forget Miss Terrell.

“If I give you my word it shall happen, it
will,” he assured her. He went to open the door for her. “Till
then, good night, Miss Terrell.”

She stood in the doorway, holding the
Cleland novel against her. When she looked up at him, he thought
she intended one final attempt to entice or harry him, but she said
only, “Good night, Master Gallant.”

Turning from him, she headed into the hall.
He watched her until she descended the stairs. Once she was out of
view, he leaned against the frame of the door. He let the back of
his head fall against the wood. He could not decide if he could
claim any victory in holding off her advances. One could argue he
had only delayed matters. But a great deal could happen within two
fortnights. Perhaps Sir Arthur would be done with the Red
Chrysanthemum by then. Miss Terrell might find another member to
prey upon.

Or, if the proper circumstances were in
place, he might indulge in taking Miss Terrell for his
submissive.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

“T
here you are. I had sent
Miss Sarah for you, but she returned saying she could not find
you.”

Madame Devereux gestured for Terrell to
enter the room. Stepping inside, Terrell noted how much the
bedchamber of the proprietress differed from her own
accommodations. In contrast to the stark furnishings in her own
room, Madame’s furniture served dual purposes of utility and
decoration. Wallpaper and sconces adorned the walls. A fire
crackled brightly in the hearth.

“Where could you have gone off to at this
hour?” Madame asked as she settled herself onto the sofa.

“I have been here the entire night,” Terrell
replied.

Madame narrowed her eyes. “Not trying to
ensnare a new admirer?”

“I did survey the new members, for I do not
expect that I can retain the favors of Sir Arthur for long.”

“You might be surprised. He is no simpleton
or I could speak with more certainty, but without doubt he is taken
with you. I think we may be assured of his presence for a little
while.”

Terrell could not decide if she found
comfort or not in Madame’s assessment. Surely she ought to. How
many men of Sir Arthur’s wealth frequented the Red
Chrysanthemum?

But what if he were gone? Would her chances
with Master Gallant improve? A part of her still could not believe
that Master Gallant had not agreed to three nights with her. He had
fucked her when he could have simply untied her from the bedpost
and sent her on her way then. Was it gratitude that had prompted
him to pleasure her?

No. He had fucked her with passion. Nor did
she think she had imagined the flames of lust in his eyes when he
flogged her. Why did he still resist? Did Mistress Scarlet truly
weigh upon him?

A rare sense of sadness gripped her. Perhaps
if she were not a blackamoor, if she were pale of skin, if she had
softer hair, if her body was not marred, she might command his
acquiescence. She thought of Mistress Scarlet, with her straight
reddish hair and slim body. Terrell knew her to be the daughter of
an apothecary. The woman could be the daughter of a shoemaker and
still she would possess better breeding than a former slave.

“Then I am fortunate,” Terrell said. “If, in
another sennight, he still calls upon me with frequency, the rate
must need be higher. For certain, I will have other requests by
then.”

Madame smiled. “Your thoughts could not be
more similar to mine.”

“He may not like having his hand forced.
Would you say the man could afford a harem?”

“I know few men richer than he. Yes, he
could afford a harem, but there is only one Miss Terrell. You must
make that clear to him.”

“I intend to keep him a happy patron—an
exceedingly happy patron.”

“You would have two happy patrons to your
credit. Lord Wendlesson came to see me before he left. Praised
Charles and yourself. I’ve not seem him this pleased before.
Offered to contribute a hundred guineas to the Red Chrysanthemum,
then promptly made it two hundred.”

Madame ended with a sigh of
satisfaction.

“That is a goodly sum,” Terrell said.

“He said that you had befriended his
wife.”

“Our paths crossed in the dressing
chambers.”

“Then it was not Master Gallant who had
prompted your assistance in the instruction of Miss Katherine?”

“I merely offered my company to Miss
Katherine at first. When she was more at ease, I offered my hands
and mouth.”

“Indeed? And what of Lord Wendlesson? He
surprised me the other night with his appearance. I had not thought
he would involve himself in his wife’s instruction.”

Terrell could not discern if the queries
stemmed from curiosity or something more. She lowered her voice as
if in conspiracy. “What man can resist the sight of two women
together?”

“True. And how were you compensated for your
part? Did Master Gallant pay you? Or Lord Wendlesson?”

“I had hoped you would be pleased enough to
consider a perquisite in order.”

“Hmmm. I did not ask that you assist Master
Gallant.”

“Then I hope my actions will stand me in
good stead in your eyes, which is not without value.”

Madame was silent in thought before finally
saying, “There are a few rooms that see little use. Perhaps you
would prefer accommodations upon the third floor?”

“Would Lady Sarah accompany me?”

“Miss Sarah would benefit from the new
arrangement, for she and the babe would have your current room to
themselves.”

Terrell considered that even the smallest
room on the third floor would be preferable to the room in the
attic. Having her own room would be quite the luxury, and she could
make use of the privacy, but Sarah and Georgie needed more space,
and she enjoyed their companionship. “But if she preferred to share
the new room?”

“I suppose it matters not to me. I leave the
decision to you.”

“Thank you, Madame. You are generosity
itself,” Terrell said with the proper amount of exuberance.

“In the future, however, I prefer you
consult with me before involving yourself in the instruction of new
members.”

“Yes, Madame.”

“And do put forth your best effort with Sir
Arthur. Please
him
, and a liberal bounty will surely come
your way.”

“Thank you, Madame.”

Sensing the conversation at an end, Terrell
withdrew.

She knew she ought to consider the evening a
grand success. Madame had granted her a new room. Master Gallant
had agreed to read to her. She could still feel her moisture—and
his—between her thighs. It would flow for a while longer, and she
savored the evidence of his presence inside of her. She knew she
would relive the moments of their congress many times, recalling
how his body had slammed into hers, how his cock had filled her
full and deep, how they had lain together afterward amidst the
rumpled bedclothes. She wanted to reprise it all and more.

As she mounted the stairs, she was certain
her hand would be between her legs within moments of reaching her
bed. She was certain, too, that despite his refusal to take her as
his for now, she was not done with him. She would prove to him that
she was worthy of being his submissive. She would earn his regard.
She would seduce the Master.

THE END

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TAKING THE TEMPTRESS

The seduction continues…

After finally succeeding in seducing the handsome
and revered Master Gallant to take her as his submissive, Terrell
is forced to choose between him and the wealthy and influential MP,
Sir Arthur. She chooses Sir Arthur.

Charles Gallant will be damned if Miss Terrell
leaves him for another man. In a night fueled by passion and fury,
Charles shows Miss Terrell that she belongs with him by punishing
her body with wicked, wanton pleasure.

For reasons unbeknownst to Charles, Terrell is
desperate to go to Sir Arthur, but Master Gallant is intent on
taking the temptress and commanding the submission of her life.

Coming November 2015

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