Marriage Training

“Marriage Training” by Golden Angel

Blurb: Set in Victorian England, this erotic BDSM novel features a courtship between a young woman and a dashing rake.

Gabriel, Earl of Cranborne, is in need of a wife—preferably a sweet, submissive, well-trained wife who could run his household during the day and obey him in the bedroom at night. When he meets Miss Vivian Stafford at a friend’s wedding, he finds himself drawn in by the exact traits he was looking for in his own wife and immediately moves to make her his own. Once the betrothal papers are signed, he arranges for her to attend Mrs. Cunningham’s Finishing School. This very special school will prepare her to be the wife of an Earl . . . and also prepare for her the very specific demands and discipline she’ll receive from her new husband at night.

Excerpt:

Vivian pasted a demure smile on her face and forced herself back out of the room to return to the party. She’d barely stepped out of the door before coming to an abrupt halt as an incredibly handsome man practically melted out of the shadows across the hall, his dark eyes fixed on her. 
Everything about him was dark, from his black hair, to his eyes, to the nearly unrelieved black suit he was wearing. It was far too formal for a breakfast, and yet it suited him. The stark white of his collar and the char-coal grey of his cravat were the only variations of color in his attire. He was intimidatingly attractive, with broad, muscular shoulders and a strong jawline, and wreathed in an aura of confidence. Everything about him screamed danger to a young, unwed innocent like Vivian. A voice in her head called for her to run, but she stood there, as if her slippers had nailed themselves to the floor.
“Hello there,” he said, his voice deep and almost hypnotic. 
Vivian looked back and forth down the hall, unsure of how to respond. They hadn’t been properly introduced, after all, and she was sure this was exactly the kind of man her mother had warned her not to be caught alone with. Young ladies’ reputations were so easily ruined — just talking to him alone could be the end of her before she’d even debuted. Her heart pounded so hard it felt like the organ might burst from her chest, and yet it wasn’t just from fear. She also felt excited.
She focused on him again, folding her hands in front of her and twisting her fingers together nervously.
“Good morning,” she said softly, trying to keep her trembling in check. She glanced up and down the hallway. “If you’re waiting for someone, the retiring room is empty.”
“I think I might have been waiting for you,” he said, his voice sounding almost contemplative. Vivian’s breath caught in her throat as he stepped forward. She trembled, she quivered, but she didn’t run. He approached her slowly, studying her, and she stared back at him, completely entranced. When he reached out towards her face, she froze. Two fingers pressed against the bottom of her chin, tipping her face up.
He was so close she could see his eyes weren’t actually black; they were grey with hints of green flecks in them. He stared at her so intensely, she felt as if he could see into her very soul. She wondered if she’d fainted and this was some kind of dream she’d somehow stepped into.
“Are you a good girl, my dear?”

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