I came to Pendleton Hall as a groom, but the baron has made me something more. He calls me to the study after the day's work, and I go.

The door closes and locks. He issues commands I have learned to follow without question. When I falter he corrects me with the strap he keeps in the drawer, and I submit until he is satisfied.

I could end this. I stay because his authority fills a place in me I cannot name. The barony itself stands between us, and one wrong step could destroy everything.

Scorching Victorian MM discipline erotica featuring strict commands, the strap, and a baron's control over his willing groom. For readers who crave noble dominance and servant submission in forbidden arrangements.