MiLady's School For Girls - Lady Midnight

Lady Midnight is on the prowl when her Master summons her assistance with a problem. To get to the bottom of this little subbie’s reluctance to participate, she has to lay open smoldering emotions to the light of day. Thirty year old embers flare when Clarisse is urged to return to slavery by a man she loathes…her husband.

Blurb:

Though MiLady is assisted by Muffin, her British butler and her personal slaves, Diablo and Chastity, this one proves a tough nut to crack.

Excerpt:

“Darling,” MiLady said softly. “I need you to place this order at the Erotic Power Xchange today.”

Nestled deep in the satin of MiLady’s chaise, the slender forty year old stirred from her comfort. “Is this for your new client, Mistress?” Chastity whispered.

“Lord Alexander Hamilton,” she stated. 
“Didn’t he do something with Raymond Burr?”

MiLady broke into a smile, constantly amused by her babies. “No, darling, you’re thinking of Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton, a president. They got entangled in a nasty little spat that involved gun play.”    
“That’s not nice,” Chastity said decisively.
“Ah, well...open a file for this client because we’re going on a spending spree, darling.”
“Ooooo,” Chastity whispered. “Can we go to New York?”

MiLady winced a little. “We’ll see. I want these few things delivered Friday morning before noon, if there’s any way possible.”

Chastity scoffed. “How much do you want to pay for that special service?”
Good question. Exactly how much was Lord Hamilton willing to pay? “Let’s find out. Don’t pay any more than an extra grand to expedite it.”

Chastity unwound from the floor into MiLady’s arms. Her breasts pressed hard against MiLady’s as her lips grazed MiLady’s cheek. “I can see you’re interested in this client.”
MiLady lay back in the leather office chair and pulled Chastity with her. “This is definitely a special case. And because our Lord Arthur has initiated it, we are going to do a very good job. Or fuck it up worse than anything before it.” 

Tenderly, Chastity rubbed her nose over Mistress’ breasts.  “And what about the chick?” she asked with an edge in her voice.

Quickly, MiLady grasped her upper arms and held her tightly. “Now, we’ve talked about this over and over,” MiLady warned of the remnants of jealousy that were ever-present in Chastity. And yet, the jealousy stemmed not from feeling possessive of MiLady, but rather loneliness without her. “This is a project you’re going to be very involved in. I need you on this one.”

“Do you?”
“Yes. There’s a lot of shopping involved and you may serve as hostess here and there.”
“I’d love that,” Chastity said quickly.
“I hate to shop,” MiLady scowled. “I have thirty items for you to research this week and then I want you to put a design board together. I think we have about four months to bring this to a big, fat, happy denouement.” 
“You sound very positive on this one,” Chastity commented.
“It kinda feels that way, but you never know, baby,” she said thinking of Lord Hamilton, knowing that her inside connection made this relationship rather unethical. While she had known Arthur for thirty years, rarely had she seen him so insistent. “Never in this world do you know who you’re talking to...at least for awhile.”

* * * *

Sitting at the kitchen table with his wife, Lord Hamilton studied her fingers as they wrapped around a cup of coffee. “I got an email from your son this morning,” he stated.

She drew in a heavy breath; loathe to listen to another tirade. “He forwarded it to me, Alex.”

He paused for a long moment to see the way she clutched to the cup. “How do you feel about that, honey?”

Quickly, she looked up and peered at him, searching.  It had been years since he’d asked her opinion of anything. Attempting to control her roiling stomach during this latest crises, she stated, “That our son has found the love of his life and wants to get married during his freshman year of college does not fill me with hope.”

Alex laughed a little. “And I know you want to beg him not to do that,” he said gently.
“On my hands and knees if I have to,” she said, filled with aggravation.

Inwardly, Alex smiled. This was exactly the woman he wanted, but she was begging in the wrong places. “I want to make a suggestion about a different approach.”
Filled instantly with curiosity, she perked. “I’m listening.”
From his pocket, he pulled a type-written letter and placed it before her.  Fascinated, she grinned.


Dear Joshua,
The love of your life at your tender age!!!  I can’t tell you how happy I am. As a father this is a proud moment. Please know how anxious I am to meet my future daughter-in-law. 
To get these many long and hopefully happy and fruitful years started properly, I will be more than happy to incur expenses. Of course, you’ll want to be thinking now of your career instead of education. Of course, there are always entry level positions downstairs at Hamilton, Inc. I think I can get you a job.

Let me know, son. Obviously, I’d like to meet the young lady’s parents, also. And you know your mother will insist on a very lavish affair. She so desperately wanted a champagne fountain at our wedding, but alas...  Now’s her big chance. If her parents don’t want to pay for it, I will. 

Not to worry about your mom, Josh. I’ll break it to her gently.

Love,
Dad

Filled with incredulity, she stared shamelessly at her husband. “This is absurd,” she said demandingly as she crumpled the paper and pitched it toward the kitchen sink.

“Of course, it is,” he shot back. “How else should we respond to such an absurd proposal?”
Instantly, she deflated seeing the stupidity in the situation. 

Forging ahead, Alex insisted, “And he’ll know it’s absurd. But if the little fuck wants to go ahead and get married...” he shrugged. 

“It’ll ruin his life,” she insisted. “He’s still working on 100 level courses.”
“It’s his life, honey,” he said quietly.
Visibly worried, she raised the cup to her lips and drank deep. “I, at least, want to try.”
“No,” he said quickly. “If you even respond to that stupidity, that’s the tacit approval he’s constantly looking for. 
“You can’t be serious, Alex! Did you send that letter?”
“Not yet. I wanted to talk to you first. But I’m going to tomorrow. And I’m going to add something about a redecoration project going on, so you won’t be all that available to talk about it.”

Clarisse smirked, understanding that he wanted her to turn her back on this childishness of their son’s and her attention elsewhere. The vivid sensations he’d created with-
in her just yesterday simmered to life a little.

“Are you looking forward to this...redecorating project?” she asked.

His head tilted forward as he stared directly into her eyes. “I’m pretty excited about it.”

“Would you like to see what was done today?”
“MiLady has already started?” he asked somewhat alarmed.
“Let me show you,” she said softly with a little grin.

He rose quickly to follow down the basement stairs to a room that was once filled with comfortable over-stuffed chairs and chaises covered in leather.  The pool table had vanished. Even the art on the walls, all of those exquisite mountains scenes of places he had skied were gone...just gone.

“What the hell did she do?” he bellowed.

From the ornately decorated, dark wood bar, she handed him a note.

darling,

These fine gentlemen are here pick up the lower lever furnishings and place them in storage for the time being. We have other things being delivered tomorrow around eight. Don’t hurry yourself.  I will be there for the installation and then our time will begin at ten. We simply must have you ready for your very first inspection at five!

Love,
MiLady

With a little grin, he replaced the lavender-scented, pink paper on the bar. Yet, a ripple of anxiety poured through him. “Do we know where our furniture is, at least?”

“At Kline’s Moving and Storage, section three, pallet eight,” she said handing him the receipt.

Glancing over it, he nodded. “Do we know what is being installed tomorrow?”

“No, we do not.”

With his chilly countenance broken suddenly by a broad grin, he fell onto a barstool, one of the few remaining pieces in the room. “This place looks like a barn,” he grunted, feeling the emptiness.

“I can’t imagine how she’s going to fill it up,” Clarisse laughed.
“I can’t either,” he said excitedly. A little roughly, he grabbed her hand and pulled her into the room feeling the spaciousness. He seemed to remember something about her decorating plans being spoken of yesterday...but he wasn’t paying attention just then. 

Pulling Clarisse into his arms, he smiled at the way he was being led around by MiLady.

“Enchanting, isn’t she?”

Clarisse hugged a little tighter and asked, “Does she turn you on?”
His fingers threaded through her hair and pulled her head back a little. Staring deeply into her soft blue eyes, he said adamantly, “You know she does.  But then, she turns you on, too.”

In ways you can’t imagine, Clarisse thought, wishing nothing more than to attend MiLady’s funeral. How is it even possible that she can even walk through my door?  “But she claims she’s not a prostitute.”

“You actually asked her that?” he gaped, astonished.

With a grin, she nodded.

He let go of her and perched on the hearth. “I have six references from her, three of which I’ve checked out.” Quite formally, he added, “She does not engage in sexual congress with the people who pay her invoices, that’s for damned certain.”

Clarisse nodded her approval as she moved away from him. “She’ll be here at eight tomorrow.”

”I know. That means we’d best get you ready tonight.  A thorough waxing.”

Quickly, she looked up at him, surprised by this offer.  “That’s something you want to do?”
He sighed heavily, as if those were the words he’d awaited decades to hear. Tightly, he wrapped her in his arms. “Good girl.”

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