Lady Sonia ́s Sins

By Severin Rossetti

From initiating her young nephew into the delights of sex to demonstrating to her new husband what she will expect of their marriage, Lady Sonia ́s sins are sure to delight all lovers of tales of empowered women.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Piblokto Books
• Release date: Mar 14, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311006493

Severin Rossetti

Severin Rossetti was a teacher of fine art, but now works in a Liverpool museum/gallery, less money but a lot less stress. At the same time that he turned from teaching fine art, he also turned from its practice -have you seen the crap that passes for fine art these days?!?- to concentrate on writing. After many rejection slips he finally had some encouragement. 'Interesting,' said one editor, 'but it lacks passion. Spice it up a bit.' Which he did, only to be told 'wow!'... 'well!'... 'spiced up, yes, but we can't possibly publish this!' Fortunately, others could, with the result that his erotic stories have been published in the UK and the USA in various magazines and anthologies. Novels and short story collections have also been published in the US by Renaissance Ebooks.com. If the erotic genre is not your thing, however, please note that also available on Smashwords are more 'serious' works, some for sale but many for free. Strange, though, that the erotic genre is proving the most popular, and especially the free ones. So... a cry from the heart... feel free to try the free ones but PLEASE, also, splash out a dollar or two if you can afford it! And if you want to know any more, please contact the author at [e-mail]

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LADY SONIA´S SINS

Severin Rossetti

Copyright© Severin Rossetti 2015

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Contents

Lady Sonia´s Novice

Serving Lady Sonia

Lady Sonia´s Honeymoon

Lady Sonia´s Captive

Lady Sonia´s Lesson

About the author

LADY SONIA´S NOVICE

It had seemed like the perfect arrangement, with student accommodation being so expensive. His aunt only used her London apartment at weekends, so David was welcome to stay Monday through to Friday while he attended college. There were a few conditions, of course. He would keep the place tidy, he would provide his own food, there would be no riotous student parties, and he would vacate the place by six each Friday evening, prior to his aunt's arrival.

David tried to remember the last time he had met his aunt. Ten years ago, twelve maybe. So didn't she like family? It was more a case of family not liking her, his mother explained. She had married above herself, become quite the lady, maybe a little too good for the likes of them.

‘Don't get me wrong,’ his mother concluded. ‘Sonia's a good woman, she's generous and kind, but can just seem a little aloof at times. You take her up on the offer, David.’

So he did, and the arrangement worked well, until the weekend his travel arrangements got fucked up.

*

‘David?’ He felt a hand on his shoulder, heard a soft voice say, ‘David, wake up.’

He had thought it courteous to wait up for his aunt, to let her know he was still there, but some hours after six she had still not arrived. Eventually he had fallen asleep on the sofa, now opened his eyes to see her sitting there beside him, her fingers resting lightly on his shoulder.

‘Yes, I'm awake,’ he said. And then, bleary eyed: ‘I think.’

‘Dreaming?’

‘I guess.’

‘Yes, I think so,’ said Sonia, her eyes running the length of his body, stretched out before her. ‘And judging by your reaction it was quite a nice dream, too.’

David's cheeks burned with embarrassment as he realised that he had woken with his customary erection. Feeling it pressing uncomfortably against his trousers, he tried to sit up, but his aunt perched on the sofa beside him had him hemmed in. He drew up his knees as best he could, then, wrapped his arms around them

‘Well, was it?’ Sonia asked, knowing full well what it was that he was trying to hide.

‘Was it what?’

‘A nice dream?’

‘Yeah, I guess.’

‘Yeah, I guess,’ Sonia grinned. ‘But why are you here, David? You were aware of our agreement. The apartment's yours Monday to Friday. Weekends are mine.’

He stammered out his excuses. A rail strike, no trains back home, the bus station crowded with people looking for alternative transport.

‘So it wasn't because you wanted to meet your Aunt Sonia?’ She gave a pout of dismay, a teasing smile. ‘I'm disappointed, David. A sudden desire to see me would have been a much more flattering reason than a rail strike.’

‘I'm sorry.’

‘Sorry that you've disappointed me or sorry that you've met me after... how many years is it? Ten or more? I must say you've developed into quite the young man in the interim.’

He shifted uncomfortably as he felt her fingers squeeze his shoulder, awkward with her nearness, anxious to get off the sofa.

His aunt, too, adjusted herself on the sofa. She was wearing a grey silk suit, a blouse of a lighter grey, dark tights and black heels. She might have come into the city for a business meeting, if it hadn't been for the lateness of the hour. As she shifted her skirt rose up her thighs, a knee moved a little closer to him.

‘What was your dream about?’ she asked.

‘I don't really know,’ he answered.

‘You don't remember, when it had such an obvious effect on you?’

His erection was still very much in evidence, despite his efforts to hide it. In fact Sonia's manner, the warmth of her body so close to him and her perfume which was seeming to pervade the room, was making him even harder, making him blush more furiously.

‘Do you remember who was in the dream?’ Sonia prompted.

‘No.’

‘Really? Are you sure?’

‘Pretty sure.’

‘Was I in it, perhaps?’ Her hand had moved down from his shoulder, strayed across his chest, now rested on his hip as she brought her face closer. ‘Were you maybe dreaming about the aunt you haven't seen in so many years?’

‘No!’

Perish the thought!

‘I can imagine how your mother must have described me to you,’ she grinned, as if this would have excused her being in his dream. ‘She'd have made me out to be the stuff of every young man's wet dream.’

‘Aunt Sonia!’

Sonia laughed, amused by his reaction. ‘But wouldn't you have liked me in your dream, David? Aren't I good enough?’

David was at a loss for what to say. His aunt was teasing him, obviously aware of his erection, sitting there and quite plainly enjoying his discomfort.

‘You know, if the situation was reversed then I think I might dream about you.’

A lump caught in his throat, which he had difficulty swallowing. ‘You would?’

‘But of course. I'm not too old to dream about young men, young man.’

‘Even if that young man happens to be your nephew?’

‘David,’ she chided him, ‘I do hope you haven't inherited some of your mother's prudish attitudes.’

She readjusted herself on the sofa again, and as she did so her fingers slipped across his hip, closer towards his erection. Whether this was by accident or by design was not made clear, but she chuckled softly, letting them rest there, tantalisingly close. David tried to pull back from her, deeper into the sofa, but doing so actually made his erection brush against her wrist.

‘Tell me, David, am I making you uncomfortable?’

‘A little,’ he admitted, hoping she would let him up, take pity on him.

‘Well don't be,’ she told him, knowing full well the myriad number of ways an impressionable young man could be made uncomfortable by her presence. Her fingers inched closer to his erection, no accident now, for she had no intention of easing his discomfort. Not yet, anyway.

Her touch was driving him crazy and she was enjoying herself.

‘Anyway, if you were in my dream you would be quite dumbfounded. Even more than you are now.’

‘Yes? And why would that be?’ he asked, and immediately regretted his question.

‘Probably because I would be naked,’ she answered, her eyes fixed on his, watching for his reaction.

‘Oh really?’

‘Oh really.’ The tip of a finger momentarily touched his erection, then drew back. ‘Wouldn't you like to see me naked?’

‘I don't know,’ David stammered, no idea what else to say. He couldn't come to grips with what was happening to him.

‘I think you would,’ Sonia believed, slipping her hand under his shirt, her delicate fingers tracing lightly around his navel as he tensed at her touch. ‘Relax, David. Relax.’

‘It's not easy’ he confessed.

‘Perhaps if you were naked too? In my dream, I mean? You might be more relaxed then?’

His answer was no more than a groan. Words were beginning to fail him.

Sonia ran her hand back across his stomach, a finger brushing his erection again. Then she regarded him more seriously, curiously, as if he was an alien species.

‘David? Are you a virgin?’ she asked, after a silence which did nothing to help him relax. As much as her touch, her focussed gaze had him rattled, the way those piercing eyes never left his, the way they were still and focussed while every other part of her seemed to be in motion, her fingers roaming, her body like something liquid washing against him.

‘What?’

‘Are you a virgin?’ she repeated, finally resting her hand on his groin and wrapping her fingers around his erection. He started and she smiled, began to stroke him through his trousers, where a small stain was already spreading from his leaking erection.

‘You are,’ Sonia answered for him, sure that she was right. ‘Don't be embarrassed to admit it, dear.