The Mistress Experience (SOCIETY OF SIRENS #3) by Scarlett Peckham EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Scarlett Peckham
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Thaïs’s body ached from her teeth to her arse after three days jostling
about the countryside in Colin Camberwell’s carriage. The vehicle was
sumptuous, as Colin’s driver had assured her, but weighed down by all her
trunks—five of them, packed near to gaping—it could barely move.
Instead, it thunked along the unpaved roads and took her sit bones with it.
Were her hind end not so generously padded, she might have snapped a hip.
She wished she’d packed lighter, for the sake of her sore body. But
world-renowned courtesans did not slug about in daytime frocks; to provide
the mistress experience Camberwell had paid for, she had to dress the part.
And besides, she loved flouncing about in her high-class harlot costumes.
Over the years she’d bought a beautiful collection. Lacy underthings
from Paris. Sheer peignoirs and silk chemises that clung here and floated
there, begging to be torn off by desperate fingers. Daring gowns that just
barely contained her tits, to provoke hungry stares at elegant suppers and
sultry evening dos.
She’d also packed her favorite props. Cuffs, blindfolds, silk ropes, a
dildo. Camberwell was known for seeking adventure in his bedchamber,
and she liked to be creative.
Harlotry was an art she’d practiced her whole life, and she enjoyed a
challenge.
But she did not enjoy this journey. Thank the screeching cats of hell it
was almost over.
She looked out the window at the woods around the road. Greenery and
bluebells and ancient trees. No sounds save for the clop of the horses’
hooves and the rushing of the wind in the leaves.
Dull.
She preferred bustling streets crammed with hackney cabs and market
stalls and raucous laughter and men shilling evening papers. Rolling downs,
burbling brooks, and fields of wheat left her bored and sneezing. If she was
going to step in shit, she’d rather it be in a gutter than a barn.
Of course, for twenty-five thousand guineas, Colin could drag her
wherever he liked. And his estate was known for being like a palace.
Hopefully she could wander about indoors barely dressed and avoid itching
eyes and lowing cows entirely.
She was blessed glad Camberwell had won the bidding. The auction
room had been full of characters she’d rather not spend a month with. Old
gouty fellows that no doubt smelled of farts and meat breath, and a few
clench-jawed men with violence in their eyes that froze your blood. God
knew she’d dealt with both types in her day, but only for a night. A month
with such a character was a different horse entirely.
Camberwell would be a breeze.
The carriage lumbered out of the forest—clomp, ouch, clomp, bloody
ouch—until they reached a village with a smoother road. It was tiny as a pin
and pretty as a fairy tale, if you liked that kind of thing, with houses built
from golden stone boasting blooming gardens. The carriage turned off
down a lane, taking them away from the village over hills of sheep-flecked
farmland.
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