The Wicked Lord Steals Her Virtue: A Regency Erotica

Neglected and lonely, Belinda seeks comfort from young men who are drawn to her voluptuous beauty. But when the lord of the manor finds her letting the stable boy fondle her, he takes swift action. Belinda's virginity belongs to him - as does she.


EXPLICIT: this short erotic story contains scenes of explicit heterosexual sex and a virginal young woman taught who her body belongs to.


Excerpt: "I didn't bargain on a disobedient young woman disrupting our happy household. You've ruined everything now - we can never send you into society." Lord Ashford said. "Not after you've been whoring around with the servants. I'm not having some angry husband come after me when he finds out his wife's been had by half the country."


"I have not!" Belinda protested, stung by this. As if she would! "I only - and only with Jack!"


"Come now. Jack, and we have footmen, and there are boys down in the village, and no doubt - "

"No! Only Jack! I love him, and - and I'm still a virgin, he wanted - but I - " Belinda hung her head, cheeks afire. She could hardly defend her virtue the way he'd caught her - she had thought that being in love excused her conduct, but it all seemed very shabby and sinful.


"You can hardly expect me to believe that," Lord Ashford said. "Oh, God, don't start to cry again. All right. Let me see."


"See?" Belinda sniffled, and he took her arm and led her to the desk. "What do you mean?"


"Bend over," he ordered, and with one firm hand at her shoulder and one at her wrist, he bent her over the desk, the polished mahogany cool under her cheek.