„Oh" I am able to reply and struggle to find any more words, blushing furiously. He looks at me and rises one eyebrow. "What?" I retort. „I told you that I am inexperienced and out of my depth! What did you expect?"
„What indeed?" he muses. „Let us brighten your expertise then. I can help you with some of the vocabulary as the seller summarized me the content.
„Why do you need me then for this translation? You seem to be the expert in this field."
„Because someone has to do the tedious work for my friends to read? And because I love to torture little secretaries. Some of my acquaintances would tell you that I have quite a disreputable streak. And you are such a delight when your lovely face blushes."
„I am glad to be of service in your entertainment, your Grace" I retort acidly. „But with the absence of any knowledge I probably be of little worth in this assignment." I add demurely.
„But do you look at yourself as a teachable individual? Do you believe yourself capable of brightening your mind, of expanding your expertise?" he asks me softly.
„You know I do, but our society doesn't accept a woman to become adept in anything related to congress before marriage. Sometimes I wonder if the society doesn't want women to become adept in anything at all. And I am not married ergo I am already trespassing civil rules with this dialogue only."
„But if society wouldn't realize your trespass, would you do it? Would you go onto an endeavor to find the books secret delights with someone experienced?"
I am caught in his gaze. „Yes" I answer quietly. „Yes, I probably would take that chance."
„Would you go onto this endeavor with me?"
„Maybe I would" I whisper without hesitation. He is, after all, a very handsome exemplar of the species homo sapiens, having a face like a greek statue. „But you would be my downfall".
„Then, literally, fuck the rules and let yourself fall into my cesspit of sins" he responds with a wolfish grin. „I give you my word that nobody will find out. So you will surface again as a whole, breathing the fresh air of wisdom."
„Everybody will know." I answer heatedly. „You know that there are ears everywhere and how fast gossip travels! For your privileged position it is of little consequence, but for a woman like me, without funds and connections, it will be the ruin. I will never be able to hold any respectable position again."
„But do you want a respectable position? They are usually so boring."
„This is easy to say for a man of leisure. You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth, but I was not. I may be plain and ignorant, but I am not a plaything."
„Your are not a plaything but you will be my thing to play with" he says with a heated expression and approaches me with a feline grace I didn't notice on him before.
„Why me? I am not a beauty men fawn over. My body never inspired anybody to write poems about it, on the contrary, men pity me for my scars." I shove my sleeve back and hold up my scared arm. "What do you really want from me?"
He catches my arm and pulls me closer „Damned your scars! I want your passion. It's your inner fire, the flames I see in your eyes while you keep your body in check, that draw me like a moth to the light. Ever since I saw you in the coffeehouse, I've dreamed of your hand rushing over my skin as you rushed them over the chords. I want your skin on me, I want you to play my body like you played your sitar. Intense, focused, the only thing that matters at that moment. I got a glimpse of your passion for music and I know that you are able to transfer this passion into anything you want" he snarls into my ear.
"Don't touch me!" He releases me and I retreat, alarmed by his intense revelation, and bump into the wall.
„Oh, I won't. I assure you that I can excite a frightened little bunny like you without any contact of the skin untill you beg me to touch you."
„How would you do that?"
„With the power of my voice."
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The Duke's Kamasutra
Historical FictionIn Georgian London, a well educated young englishwoman from India becomes the interpreter of an excentric duke, for whom she translates the Kamasutra and thus finds her own sensuality. The Kama Sutra was translated and published in 1883 by Sir Richa...