Free The Parlour (VDB #1) by Charlotte E Hart

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    “I...”
    “Now,” he snaps. I hear Roxanne grunting again and hope that me lifting my dress will stop her distress because no one else is doing a fucking thing to help. The two morons are still doing nothing, and Vixon is just kneeling on the floor, looking at it as if transfixed.
    “Let her go and I will.” His brow rises slowly.
    “You believe this a negotiation, my dear? I negotiate with only two people, and you are neither of them. Lift your dress, or I shall do it for you.” Oh. The sudden flash of mirth that graces his face is disconcerting to say the least, and leaves me with no doubt that if I don’t do as he asks, he will, indeed, do it for me. I gently pick up the bottom of my dress and hope for the best as I gingerly pull it upwards across my thighs. It’s only my legs after all, and my crotch, which is hopefully still covered by my knickers. And if he lets Roxanne go because of it then I’ve done what I need to, haven’t I?
    There’s a small twitch of his mouth as I keep staring at him and pull it up to my waist. Thank God I’ve got heels on. That should go some way to lengthening my too short legs. Although why I’m so bothered about what he thinks of my figure, I don’t know. He doesn’t even look, doesn’t acknowledge my crotch in the slightest, just continues to laugh at me with his ever present eyes and licks his lips again.
    “Divine,” he says, and with a dramatic flinging of his hands, he removes the cane from Roxanne and walks across to me. “Would you like some schooling?”
    I shake my head instantly in reply. I am very much aware that I’m not ready for his type of teaching, regardless of what my knickers may have to say about it.
    “Mmm, I think you would, my dear. I believe your squirming is imperative to save my sanity. Would you like to save my sanity, hmm? Help me? I am much distressed.”
    “I don’t think–”
    “Mmm, yes, do not do that. It is quite unwise to contradict that which one’s body craves. You are wet, are you not?” Clearly.
    “Vixon said I wasn’t ready,” I mumble.
    “You are not. This fact makes you all the more mouth-watering.”
    “I’ve got to...” Change? Run? Get home to England where there’s a modicum of normality.
    “Got to what, my dear? Hmm? Suck my cock while you kneel for me? Let me defile you with varying objects to hand? Bend over so I can come on your back? Pray, do tell?” Oh dear God, who talks like that so openly? And why am I panting?
    “I’m not sure if... I’ve not done any of this before, and...” The thought is both worrying and extraordinarily tempting. He is undoubtedly the most beautiful man I have ever seen. I can’t stop my body reacting to him, or my mind. It’s as if every bone, tissue and muscle in my body is screaming for him.
    “Lessons then. I am more than willing to oblige.”
    “But Roxanne said I work for her.”
    “And therefore me.”
    “Oh.”
    “I enjoy this English ‘Oh’ you both use. It forms a delicious shape to your lips.” Both? I’m the only Brit here as far as I can see. Oh, Vixon? Who’s he talking about now?
    “Pascal, let her stay here. Take one of the other girls. She’s clearly not ready for you, and–”
    “Do desist with your constant whining, Lucinda. I am quite bored with it.”
    “You’re her boss?”
    “Boss is one way of distinguishing my position over her.”
    “Well, I guess I have to then.”
    “Wonderful, come,” he says as he spins on his heel and casually wanders towards the door. He doesn’t wait for me to follow, doesn’t even look back at me. I suppose I’m just expected to go with him. Roxanne is in my face before I get a chance to move, pushing my dress back down and straightening it out.
    “I’m sorry, Lilah. I didn’t know he was in town. I would have kept you locked up had I known,” she says, stepping away from me again and glancing over me. “You look lovely. Now, I’ll give you some advice. You do everything he says,