Clara is masquerading as a Lady in order to fit into Cailean's world and be the Milkmaid he wants her to be. It proves to be a difficult challenge but one that comes with a certain king of power. Can she resist the temptations that await her or will she ravage the entire Kingdom?
Warning: This book contains material that is not suitable for those who are under 18 or are too prudish to admit that lactation is sexy. All characters are over 18 years of age so they are thoroughly able to partake in intense, alpha dominated, fem dominated and multiple party lovemaking, rough sex and public sex. They participate in lactation play and enjoy themselves well doing it.
This is a separate work and complete work- the sequel to The King's Nursemaid 3.
Excerpt:
“Here we are your Ladyship, safe and sound,” The Valet opened the door to her chambers and grinned at her.
“You must come in, I am sure I have a reward somewhere for you,” She grinned and pulled the boy into her room, giggling as she flung the door shut.
“Ma’am?” He asked, as she looked him up and down. She was hungry in a way that she had never been before. And tired of always being the passive pawn. The King took what he wanted, the Queen feasted on her. She wanted to be in charge for once.
“Undress me, now.” She commanded.
The young man went into action immediately, undoing each button of her corset before taking it off. She flounced out of the stiff, hard material almost at once, her breasts jiggling and tumbling out, the peaks rigid with want as they stared at the servant.
“What is your name?” She asked as she watched him stare at her breasts, his mouth hanging open.
“My uh...” She swore she could see a bit of drool forming at his mouth.
“Your name, boy,” Clara snapped, her force a bit harsh. She was in charge now.
“Ranald, your Ladyship,” Ranald lowered his eyes from her, just for a moment, submitting to her heightened status.
She relished the feeling.
