An Education in Love

By Susan R. Horsnell

Jack Parker, an experienced Dom, desires a young woman he can educate in love.

Nikita Forsyth is confident, self-assured, and the only daughter of a possessive, over-protective Diplomat.

When Jack and Nikita come together at a society wedding and sparks fly.

For his own protection, he resolves to give the fiery-tempered lady a wide berth.

Jack is convinced she'd be nothing but trouble; not worth his time, so why can't he get her out of his head?

What is it about the woman that seems to draw him like a moth to a flame?

Will Jack manage to educate Nikki, or will she be the one educating him?
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lipstick Publishing
• Release date: Sep 21, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223950127

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Copyright © 2022 by Susan R. Horsnell

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This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

Edited: Redline Editing

Proofread: Leanne Rogers

Published by: Lipstick Publishing

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Set in Australia and written in Australian English

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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental or historical. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously.

This is a fictional story and although there may be some facts included, the author does not have personal knowledge of Investment Banking or BDSM. It is created or embellished for the sake of the story.

CHAPTER ONE

The day was warm, perfect for a garden reception. The view over Sydney Harbour was breathtakingly stunning. Jack noted, most people took advantage of it by standing at the bottom of the reception venue’s grounds. He didn’t want to be here, but this wedding was hailed as the event of the year and a lot of his wealthiest clients were also in attendance. One of the problems with being rich, was the demands made on his time to attend society parties and weddings. He glanced around, this one definitely lived up to the media hype.

Yoohoo! Jack. A high-pitched voice screeched from directly behind him. His shoulders tightened as he cringed.

Jack let out an audible groan as he turned to watch Melody Wilson totter down to where he stood with his friends, Pete French and Mitchell Bligh. The men had been his close friends throughout school and remained so. All three men perused Melody’s body as she sashayed toward them.

Could that dress get any shorter? Mitchell asked, licking his lips.

I don’t know how she walks in those shoes. How do the heels not sink into the grass? As the words left Pete’s lips, Melody’s six-inch heels lodged in the grass sending her toppling toward them.

Mitchell wore her Martini down the front of his Pierre Cardin suit. Seconds later, Pete finished up on his back on the ground. Melody sprawled out on top of him.

Jack erupted in laughter which drew twin glares from his friends. He reached down and assisted a now bawling Melody to her feet. She attempted to attach herself to his chest, but Jack stood her away. He’d had his fill of prima-donna, spoilt, rich brats.

Jack turned to help Pete to his feet while Melody was led away by her friends. The three men returned to their discussion, relieved to be rid of her.

I don’t know what it is about that woman, but she irritates the hell out of me. Pete brushed grass from his suit.

Jack nodded in silent agreement.

Is she seeing anyone at the moment? Mitchell asked, dabbing at the moisture on his shirt.

Jack and Pete’s jaws dropped open, and they stared at him in disbelief.

Don’t tell me you would consider going out with her? Pete asked.

She might be a good fuck, you never know. Mitchell grinned at his friends.

Even a good fuck wouldn’t be worth putting up with everything else about her. Leave it be, Mitch. Pete warned.

I agree with Pete on this one, Mitch. Melody would run off to daddy if she doesn’t get what she wants, and you could find yourself in all sorts of shit. It wouldn’t be a lot of fun trying to convince the Deputy Prime Minister his daughter is a lying slut.

Mitchell sighed. Oh well, one can but wonder.

Wonder about someone with a less dangerous daddy, Jack reiterated.

A waiter offered them fresh drinks from a tray, and all three men helped themselves to a lemon, lime, and bitters. None of them ever drank at these social occasions; they had reputations to protect.

The meal will be served in twenty minutes gentlemen. A bell will ring five minutes before you are required to be seated.

Thank you. Jack acknowledged.

***

Nikki stood with her back to the sun. She had chosen to wear a pale blue chiffon, halter neck dress and the sun felt wonderfully warm on her bared back. 

Nikki, are you listening? Giles Fisher sounded frustrated with the lack of attention she was giving him. She was kicking herself for asking Giles to accompany her to her friend, Lynette’s wedding. She hadn’t wanted to attend such an important social occasion unaccompanied, but he was a terrible boor. She had told him time and again, she wasn’t interested in anything other than casual friendship, but he persisted in asking her to take their relationship to the next level.

I’m sorry, I was… Her words stopped short when Giles slipped up behind her. His hands slid around her chest and began fondling her breasts. She spun on her heels, propelling her arm forward, a clenched fist connected hard with his nose. Giles stepped back sputtering as blood poured down the front of his pale gray Armani suit.

How dare you! Nikki stomped toward the reception house. Her intention was to apologize to Lynette and her new husband before leaving for home.

You will pay for that, you tease, Giles shouted at her back.

She turned her head to unleash her retort. Stay away from me and keep your filthy hands to yourself.

In her anger, she failed to watch where she was going and ran headlong into a solid wall. It would have knocked her backward onto her butt had large hands not locked on her arms and steadied her.

Nikki’s head had connected with a man’s very broad chest; she felt his well-toned muscles bunch under his suit. A sensuous cologne wafted over her. She tilted her head back and gazed into the blackest eyes she had ever seen; they were like pools of pure onyx. His hands remained gripping her arms, and he smiled down at her. The man was incredibly handsome and sexy. A strange thrill raced down her spine before she remembered her anger.

She pushed back to release herself. Let me go.

Jack immediately released his hold.

Men! she ranted as she stormed away.

Jack gave Pete and Mitchell a confused look. What did I do?

Guess you got in the way of an argument between her and her boyfriend. Mitchell laughed.

She doesn’t have a boyfriend, Pete stated. Giles Fisher has been sniffing around for a while, but she’s told him repeatedly, she isn’t interested.

Jack watched the petite woman stalk to the reception house. Her pale blue, gossamer dress floated over her sexy curves and with the sunlight behind her, not much was left to his imagination. She wore a thong and her ass cheeks rose and fell with each step she took. Cute backside; wouldn’t mind having that across my knees.

He’d been captivated by her emerald green eyes when she’d gazed up at him and unnerved by the effect she’d had on his cock as he held her. His sleeping giant had begun to awaken. Down boy, she’s not your type, and she sure as hell is no-one’s Sub. If her temper is any indication, she doesn’t take crap from anyone. I doubt she’d be submissive about anything or to anyone. With her beauty and body, it sure is a shame, though.

It’s unusual for Nikki to get angry like that. Something bad must have happened. She’s normally very quiet and sweet. Tammy did say she had a foul temper when she was riled, but I haven’t seen it before.

Who is she and how do you know her, Pete? Jack asked. He’d been friends with Pete since the age of four when they’d attended pre-school together twenty-two years before. He had never seen or heard about Nikki before.

Her name is Nikita Forsyth, Nikki to her friends. She and Tammy are close friends. She moved in with us about a week ago. Her father has taken up a Diplomatic posting to Rome for two years. Nikki hadn’t wanted to move so Tammy talked to Mom and Dad. They said it was fine for her to stay. I think she’ll stay until she finds a place of her own.

Can’t imagine not wanting to spend two years in Rome. Imagine how much of Europe you could see. All those chicks just waiting to be fucked, Mitchell mused.

I don’t think Nikki is interested in fucking chicks, Mitch. Pete laughed.

Why haven’t I met her or heard about her before now? She got brothers, sisters? Jack was curious. How old is she?

Pete and Mitchell glanced at each other before staring at their friend.

If you’re interested in her, I can tell you now, she’s not right for you. No, she has no brothers or sisters and she’s the same age as Tammy - twenty. She attended St Mary’s College but she didn’t live in St Ives. Her parents have a place in Belrose. Tammy always hung out over at her place. Nikki rarely came to ours so I didn’t see her much. They became good friends when they began playing Hockey together, they were about eight I think, Pete explained. Oh, and before you ask; she works at Masters and Lynch, Corporate Accountants. She’s a Private Secretary to one of the partners.

Jack arched an eyebrow.

Pete jumped in before Jack could ask. "No, she hasn’t had an affair and isn’t interested in having one with her married boss. She’d never consider letting a married man fuck her. Hell, to hear her and Tammy talk, neither one is interested in screwing before they marry."

Great, a Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. Definitely not Sub material. Would be nice to have an innocent, though, especially one with a defiant streak and a temper. His cock flinched at the thought of having someone who would test him, push him to the limits of his patience.

Pete and Mitchell were both aware of Jack’s previous Dom/Sub