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  Confessions of a Victorian Master 2: Mrs. Anne

  What’s a young wife to do when she’s married to the man of her dreams, yet cannot consummate the relationship?

  In Victorian England, she asks renowned sexual disciplinarian, Jason Featherington, for his help.

  Jason Featherington is a man with a purpose. His specialty is the discipline of the fairer sex. In the straitlaced Victorian Era, he’s the man fiancés, husbands, and fathers turn to when their unruly female relatives prove too much to handle. He’s made a living from his endeavors and he certainly enjoys it.

  In order to help Mrs. Anne and her husband, Roderick, Jason must first get to the root of Anne’s fears. Through his careful interviews and sexual lessons, Jason guides Anne and Roderick over hurdles standing in the way of their marital bliss, until Anne can submit control to her husband, release her inhibitions, and discover the sexual and emotional intimacy she craves.

  Genre: BDSM, Historical, Ménage a Trois/Quatre

  Length: 20,076 words

  CONFESSIONS OF A VICTORIAN MASTER 2:

  MRS. ANNE

  Cheri Valmont

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  Copyright © 2011 by Cheri Valmont

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  CONFESSIONS OF A VICTORIAN MASTER 2: MRS. ANNE

  CHERI VALMONT

  Copyright © 2011

  Chapter 1

  “Psst…” The sound caught Jason Featherington’s attention. How convenient that it came quickly upon the heels of his last companion’s departure from his presence. With a cursory glance round the room to make sure no one else had noticed this interruption, he barely turned from his position, but his attention did perk up.

  “Might I inquire as to your name, Madame?”

  “Sssh, do not make me show myself, Mr. Featherington,” the voice fairly whispered. The direction of the voice confirmed her position behind the tall potted plants in front of which he stood. Ah, so she knew him somehow.

  “Very well, dear lady.” He spoke with barely a movement of his lips, so that no one would suspect he was conversing with anyone at all. “How shall we remedy this situation?” He had to admit he was intrigued by the thought of a female being the one to come to him for help, and daring enough to approach him in public, no less, when in most cases it was their menfolk who did so in private.

  “I must speak with you,” she insisted. “But what I have to ask must be kept confidential.”

  “I can assure you I am the soul of discretion, Madame.”

  “So I’ve been informed. Something for which I am extremely grateful.”

  Obviously, the female knew something of his reputation if she knew that was so. His whole working career depended on his discretion. And he had never given any of his clients any concern in that direction.

  “How might we remedy this awkwardness in communication, Madame?”

  Jason smiled slightly when he heard a nervous giggle coming from her direction.

  “I understand this is very untoward, but I wasn’t sure how to reach you without incriminating myself,” the woman admitted in soft-spoken words. “I don’t know who I might trust.”

  “Understood, Madame. So, is there someplace we might meet face-to-face? If you are looking for my assistance, I’d hazard a guess it will require some measure of privacy.”

  “Indeed, yes, sir,” the woman agreed. “I’ve searched the house and found a room that might serve our purpose. We cannot arrive together, though.” Quickly, the woman gave him directions to a room far on the other side of the mansion. “Give me a quarter of an hour before following me.”

  “Very well,” Jason agreed. “Until we meet again.”

  The time until his rendezvous with the mysterious woman dragged by. Jason did his best not to be sidetracked by any of his many clients he noticed at the party this evening who all eagerly seemed to want his attention. He watched the dancing guests while trying to skirt around to the exit across the ballroom. From the many pale-colored gowns, he could count the unmarried misses eagerly vying for the attention of the unmarried soldiers and gents.

  “Where are you off to, you splendid beast?” A woman’s voice stopped him in his tracks.

  Ah, Mrs. G! He could tell that gravelly voice anywhere. Damn, he’d been so close to leaving undetected. She’d come up behind him in the crowd of guests ringing the floor, watching the dancers, as he’d been doing before his encounter with his prospective client.

  “Just getting a b
etter view, my dear,” he told her, daring not tell her he was trying to leave lest she try to follow him. Mrs. G., or Miss L. as she had been to him then, had been one of his more adventurous pupils. She’d been one referred to him by an irate papa.

  Jason’s eyes narrowed as he felt the mounds of her breasts pressing against his back. “Isn’t it stuffy in here,” she complained, obviously using the crush of people as an excuse to tease him.

  “Do you not have a husband in tow?” he asked her without turning around. This particular pupil he had to watch out for. She’d proven in the past that she was more than willing to seek him out for a private interlude. Jason had accepted invitations to a few encounters between her and her husband. However, on one occasion, she’d been hiding in his coach after a party. He’d admonished her for her foolishness. And since he couldn’t very well throw her out in front of the other parting guests for fear she’d expose herself and her husband, he’d taken her home until a later time when he could escort her back to her home and explain to her husband what had happened.

  “Yes, he’s here somewhere. But I thought—”

  “Do not even suggest it, dear girl,” Jason admonished her. “You know what could happen if anything…suspicious occurred.”

  “Mmm, yes…” she whispered breathlessly behind him.

  Actually, now that he thought back on it, he’d even stayed to enjoy her husband’s discipline of her that fateful night, which included a bare-assed spanking until her bottom was pink and very pretty. Both he and her husband had become very inflamed by all her squirming and moaning, which had ended in her getting exactly what she’d wanted in the first place. A fucking. But from two men instead of one. She’d been completely satiated when they were done with her, he seemed to remember with a smile.

  Damn it all! His reminiscing was starting to work on him. However, business first, pleasure second.

  “I’m afraid I cannot oblige you tonight,” Jason told her. “Perhaps you can invite me for a private supper with you and your husband soon?”

  “Oh, yes, certainly, very soon?”

  What could he say? He had to divert her before he could leave the room in search of his next possible client.

  “Yes, very soon,” he promised. Jason’s eyes caught sight of what he sought at this moment. Her husband. “Ah, there he is, my dear.” He felt the female jerk behind him. “Have a note sent through the post, and I’ll gladly join you.”

  With a grin, he watched as Mrs. G. hurriedly moved away from him to twine around the well-dressed guests to reach her husband. Jason saw her whispering something in her husband’s ear.

  The man’s gaze searched the crowd until it settled on Jason. The man inclined his head in silent greeting, looking down at his pretty wife then back to Jason, and nodded.

  Jason inclined his head to acknowledge the man’s silent acceptance. So Jason expected he’d be hearing from his former pupil and her husband in the days to come.

  It was time he made his way to his appointment. Moving toward a door which led onto an outside terrace, Jason glanced around to make sure no one in particular was observing him before slipping out.

  He thought it might be best if he went around the house instead of going through it, knowing he might meet up with another client, just as he’d done with Mrs. G.

  Jason’s line of work was one not many would attest to needing, but many did in the puritanical mores of these Victorian days. One thing Jason learned to his benefit was that most of his clients just wanted to be happy and wanted their wives, fiancées, and daughters to be happy as well. Or in the cases of some fathers, well married, as in Mrs. G.’s case. Jason’s reputation spanned many years and had begun after he and his sister had been thrown into a horrific scandal by the ruin and subsequent suicide of their father. Had it not been for the request for assistance by his sister Penelope’s best friend’s father, neither Jason nor Penelope might be as well-off as they were today. The gentleman had been having trouble with his daughter. Because of the girl’s penchant for hanging on Jason’s every word, he decided to ask him for help in the matter. She’d been leading her shy but very well-connected and rich young swain on a merry chase to the altar. After ascertaining the specifics of the situation and with the young lady and her young man’s agreement, he’d set about working with them. It had been a very good case, indeed. Moreover, when it was done, the young lady and her young man were well on their way to happily-ever-after. Happily married still to this day, from what he’d heard from his sister Penny.

  Jason reached the side of the mansion and glanced around again to make sure he had not gained any unwanted attention. No one. Good. The mansion was massive, with lots of arches, columns, and mullioned windows. He climbed the stone stairs up to the next level of the house. After ascertaining it was an unoccupied room he was entering, slowly and with care, Jason turned the knob on the first door he came upon. One last look over his shoulders, then Jason made his way into the room.

  He’d come into a guest bedroom. A distinctly female aroma filled the space. Female fripperies were strewn about the room, testifying that the occupant had dressed in haste for the party below. Best he get out as quickly as possible, before someone should come upon him and accuse him of anything untoward.

  He’d chosen well, for as soon as he opened the door, he realized he was but across the landing from the room his potential client had indicated she would meet him. Looking both ways to make sure no one would see his entrance, Jason moved across the hallway.

  He gave a tentative tap on the door.

  To verify that she’d been waiting eagerly for his attendance, the door swished open and the female grabbed his arm and pulled him inside, indicating to him how anxious she was to avoid detection. As soon as she ushered him in, she locked the door behind him.

  Jason had to chuckle at her actions. “My dear madame, did I not know your intentions beforehand, I would surmise you were eager for my attentions.”

  The young woman grimaced slightly, and then of a sudden, the corner of her lip lifted in a self-deprecating smile. “Beg pardon, Mr. Featherington,” she told him. “I do not dare allow anyone to observe our meeting.”

  “I more than anyone else understand your sentiment, dear lady.”

  “Thank you, sir.” The young woman curtsied quickly. As if they were both gentlefolk meeting for the first time.

  Well, if he’d admit it, this was the first time they’d met. Face-to-face, that was. “Now then, how can I be of service to you…?” He let his voice trail off, so she might fill in the blank of her name.

  “Can we only use Christian names, please?” she asked hurriedly. No doubt she wanted no lasting consequences in case he decided not to help her out of her present situation. After receiving his nod, she supplied, “Anne.”

  “Very well, Anne. We already ascertained that you know who I am. Tell me what I might do to assist you?”

  “I never thought I would be doing this,” the girl admitted, moving away from him nervously.

  Jason watched curiously as she walked toward the bed, and then as if shocked that she had arranged to meet a stranger alone in a bedroom, she spun around, her hands flying to her suddenly reddened throat.

  “I…eh…I…” She bit her bottom lip, her gaze flying up to his face.

  Jason moved over to take a seat next to the hearth, which occupied the right wall. “Do not be embarrassed, Anne,” he cajoled her. “I promise you I’ve met with clients in much more unusual places than a bedroom.”

  “Female clients?”

  He had to shake his head. “Those are rare, I must admit, but not unheard of,” he told her.. “Come sit across from me so we might discuss your problem.”

  Jason perused his potential client’s jerky and nervous movements as she made her way to the tufted, winged back ivory chair, which was the twin of the one he occupied. Anne was on the petite side, possibly a little over five feet if he were to guess. A stark contrast to his own six-foot-three stature. She was blonder
than he was by a shade or two. Her hair was fashioned up in the style of the day, with little ringlets framing her heart-shaped face. He’d describe her as a fey creature, with a tip-tilted nose and lips shaped like a soft bow, with brows very well defined. Were it not for her lush breasts, he might even describe her as looking very much like what he imagined a fairy creature might.

  When she finally settled into her chair, Jason looked into her eyes. Periwinkle blue, they were. Very soft and ultrafeminine.

  Making himself forget about her appealing face, Jason began again, “So, how might I help you, Anne?”

  With both her hands busy fussing with the material of her gown skirt, she blurted out, “I’m newly married.”

  “Yes?” he encouraged her to continue.

  “I haven’t been able to have…eh…relations with my husband,” she informed him and lowered her head in shame, possibly trying to hide the soft sniffle he heard coming from her.

  “Tell me,” he urged again. He had to get her to tell him exactly what the problem was. She looked like an extremely healthy young woman, so he suspected there was much more going on than first appeared.

  “I haven’t been able to let my husband touch me.”

  “Do you not desire your husband, Anne?” He wanted to know up front. In an age when many matches were prearranged, he needed to know if this was a love match or a marriage of convenience and connection.

  Anne looked up at him with tears swimming in her soft eyes. “I do…oh, yes, I do! And I love him ever so much.”

  “I’m happy to hear that. So what’s the problem? Are you no longer a virgin, Anne?” With some men, a lack of virginity might be a hurdle hard to surpass, though if her husband loved her deeply in return, not an insurmountable hurdle.