After seeing this video I can’t stop imagining what would happen if I were in Mrs. Gladstone’s place. I would know immediately that this man was not the lover I was waiting for. He felt different and the scent that I breathed in was more rugged. Virile. “Who are you?” I asked. I tried to wiggle from his arms, but he was embracing me tightly from behind. “I know you’re not him.” He pushed me closer against the wall, trapping me further. “Nobody you should know, Miss. Just give me the invitation and I shall leave you be,” he growled in my ear. I let out a whimper, confused why my knees suddenly felt weak at the sound of his voice.

“Y-you know I can scream right now and alert my guards to your presence.”

The stranger laughed and the whimper that came out of my throat sounded more like a moan. “You had the chance to scream when you realised I wasn’t your lover, but you didn’t.” One hand trailed slowly downwards from my waist to my thigh and even through the layers of clothing his touch made me feverish.

“D-don’t test me, you brute. I can still scream at this instant.”

He turned me around then and I was struck mute by how handsome the man was. “The name’s Jacob, Miss. No need to make a fuss. I simply need your invitation to the Queen’s ball tonight.” I was becoming distracted – and really aroused – at how his lips moved and the way he ended his sentence with a purr.

“Make me give it to you,” I whispered.

The seductive and knowing smile he gave made my breath stutter. “Oh, I will.” He then kneeled down and went underneath my skirt. Oh, how I would struggle not to make any sound while Jacob introduced me to the litheness of his tongue and into the wonderful world of oral sex! I’d give the invitation to him afterwards, of course, but not without making him promise to see me again after.