No longer a WIP, Alice and the Colonel is now on Amazon and this the last part in Alice’s deflowering ceremony.
Alice said nothing. She doubted she could string a sentence together. It took all of her concentration not to swoon on her feet. She could smell his scent. It was like nothing she had encountered before. Neither unpleasant nor fresh, a concoction of aromas that made her insides tighten.
With the corset gone, she had little protection from him. Lowering himself down again, he rolled down her silk stockings. She emitted a tiny murmur, a small gasp. The soft material tickled as it descended. When he had said he would undress her, she hadn’t envisioned it would be quite so torturous. A delightful kind of torture, building her anticipation to an unknown climax of lust.
He rose and his hand moved towards the linen chemise, laced about the neck, sleeveless and low to her calves. Edmund loosened the tie, allowing the neckline to drop to her bosom, exposing the upper portion of her breasts. Her heartbeats thundered against her breastbone. His eyes widened farther and his cheekbones flushed pink. With less grace, he reached down and grabbed the hem of her shift. He started to lift it.
A dreadful sense of alarm filled Alice. The realisation he intended to strip her completely naked trampled over her arousal, forcing her to step backwards away from him. She always thought of herself as attractive, but now, facing a stunningly handsome man, she doubted her appeal. The idea of nudity truly worried her and she wondered if he would find her flesh adequate for his needs.
She blurted. “No! Please. I’ve never been naked before another person, not since I was a small child. It is too much. Please don’t undress me further.” Her hands wrapped about her body, as if to protect it.
“What silliness,” Edmund grinned—an expression that added to her sense of discomfort. He reached out with a hand, palm expectantly raised and Alice stepped back again, her heel knocking into the bedpost.
His lack of sensitivity fleetingly worried her. Tears welled in her eyes.
Edmund’s face softened, the smirk quickly disappeared and he lowered his hand. “Very well. You may keep the shift for the first time, but after, you will always be naked for me. Understood?”
Alice hesitated. Wondering if she should refuse his compromise. What would happen if she insisted? With renewed purpose, he began to unbutton his red jacket. The uniform revitalised her flailing nerves. Perhaps if he would give her something in return, to help her.
There is nothing quite like a man in uniform—at least as far as nineteen-year-old Alice Aubrey is concerned—and when Colonel Edmund Seymour’s regiment arrives in town she is ecstatic. But a bout of youthful exuberance results in her wandering through the streets unchaperoned with a junior officer, inebriated and causing a general commotion, and it isn’t long before the entire town hears of the incident.
Upon visiting Alice’s home to apologize to her family for the officer’s conduct he is informed that due to the ensuing scandal Alice now has no chance of marrying well, so he does what honor demands and asks her father’s permission to marry her himself. Agreeing that this is the only good offer Alice will ever receive, her parents inform their wayward daughter that she must accept the colonel’s hand or be disowned.
Alice wisely accepts, but only a day after the wedding her sharp-tongued defiance rears its head as she tours her new home. To her shock and horror, Edmund leads her to a private spot in the gardens, bares her bottom, and spanks her soundly until she is sobbing and repentant. Worse yet, she is made to finish the tour of the estate with her bottom sore and her cheeks blushing. In spite of her shame, his stern chastisement awakens something in her, and when he takes her long and hard that night it satisfies her more than she ever imagined possible.
As the months pass, Alice learns—often with the help of Edmund’s firm discipline—how to be a respectful, modest wife in public even while enjoying the most scandalous pleasures with her husband in the bedroom. But when Edmund grants her wish to throw a ball, will people see that the silly, frivolous girl they remember is now a lady worthy of their respect?
Publisher’s Note: Alice and the Colonel is an erotic romance novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, anal play, elements of BDSM, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.
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