Submitting to my Stablehands

By Lily Reynard

I am Amanda, Countess Fairmount. After a year of barren marriage to a man who showed no interest in me, I let my two handsome stablehands claim my innocence in ways I never imagined during an afternoon of glorious fulfillment.

Three months later, they accuse me of using them and then spurning them, and they once again turn the tables on me. During one heated night in the stables, I discover that I can't get enough of their skin-tingling discipline as these two insatiable, virile men teach me a stern lesson about toying with their affections, and force me to beg for my fulfillment.

I never thought that my two servants would want more than my voluptuous body, but I was wrong. They want all of me: body, heart and soul. And I want to give them everything I have...but first, I have to learn to submit to them.

This sizzling follow-up to SEDUCED BY MY STABLEHANDS is a short story of forbidden passion between a countess and her two lusty stablehands, who take her in every way possible and give her everything she longs for. For mature readers only. M/F/M, consensual BDSM scenes

• Language: English
• Publisher: Philtata Press LLC
• Release date: Feb 14, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370324668

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Submitting to my Stablehands

By Lily Reynard

Published by Philtata Press

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Didn't you apologize ever-so-sweetly and promise to submit to us for punishment? Royce tapped my thigh with the whip, more sharply this time. It stung. "Don't prove yourself a liar so quickly. We've barely gotten started...Amanda."

I wanted badly to ask them what they intended to do to me, bound and at their mercy as I now was, but only muffled noises escaped the thick length of stiff leather pressed into my mouth.

Seein' how you and his lordship decided to use Royce like a stud stallion, Geoff said from behind me, We thought it fittin' that you get a taste of your own medicine now, Lady Fairmount.

Yes, you're quite the prize broodmare, my lady. Impeccable bloodlines and such lovely rounded flanks, said Royce. "Here's how it's going to work. We're going to spend this evening handling you as we see fit. You can fight us, or you can cooperate, but we will hold you to your word and have our way with you."

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Making Amends

Chapter 2: At Their Mercy

Chapter 3: Chastised and Taken

Chapter 4: Fulfilled and Forgiven

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Chapter 1: Making Amends

Fairmount Manor, England, 1740

Text of a note delivered to Royce FitzWilliam and Geoff FitzWilliam, illegitimate sons of the late fifth Earl of Fairmount:

Gentlemen:

Please do me the honor of attending a private supper in my chambers. Your presence is requested at 8:00 p.m. I will be serving champagne and oysters.

Yours with sincere affection,

Amanda, Lady Fairmount

* * *

My hands and my knees were both shaking as I lifted my wide skirts at the foot of Fairmount Manor's grand staircase, and prepared to ascend to my suite of rooms.

I had just left Charles's study, after the most frightening conversation of my life. Every part of me trembled in delayed reaction to the stress I had experienced just a few minutes ago, when my husband had confronted me with the news of my pregnancy.

Even now, the recollection made my heart pound with remembered terror. For Charles, the sixth Earl Fairmount, was not the father of the child growing in my belly. We had been married for a little more than a year, and he had never claimed his marital rights.

For most of the first year of our marriage, I had been hurt and confused by the fact that my husband seemed repulsed by me, though I had spent my adolescence being admired for my blonde prettiness and plump curves.

Then I had found my husband in bed with his handsome valet, Edmund, and the truth of my situation had become horribly apparent to me. My husband would never bed me, never give me children.

My husband's father, the fifth Earl Fairmount, had been a thorough-going lecher, and had sired