I came to the study as Robert Faulkner's rival for the commission. His quiet authority over me is the one thing my pride cannot resist.
Every collaborative session over the documents ends the same way. I bend over the desk with breeches lowered while his hand delivers the strokes that make me yield. Then he takes his claim, and I return despite the growing danger.
The fencing scar on my shoulder marks where his grip holds me in place each time. Exposure would cost us our titles and the prize. I could end the arrangement. I never do.
Scorching gay Regency erotica featuring stern discipline between rival noblemen. For readers who crave authoritative correction and forbidden surrender.
