Captivation

Captivation
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ISBN:  9781907753619
Author:  Sarah Fisher
Word Count:  66,618
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Dr Casswell's PlaythingDr Casswell's Plaything
Dr Casswell's StudentDr Casswell's Student
The ContractThe Contract


She heard the soft footsteps moving closer, and then in the starlight caught the glint of dark eyes. Instinctively she drew herself up into a small tight ball. Her unknown visitor moved closer - so close that she could hear his breathing. He was excited, struggling for control.
   There was the sudden flare of a match, and in the flickering light she saw the heavy features of the driver who had picked her up earlier in the day. His lips were slack and wet, his eyes bright with excitement. He lit a candle and stood it on the flagstones beside her. His face contorted into a lustful grimace as he took in the details of her vulnerability...

When Alex Sanderson is commissioned to paint a mural on a remote Greek island, everyone is expecting the artist to be a man - not a beautiful English girl called Alexandra. Warned to leave by her mysterious employer's housekeeper, Alex finds herself caught up in a complex game of passion and punishment.

Humiliated, and passed from hand to hand, Alex embarks on a dark journey of self-discovery - a willing participant in her own Captivation.

The room beyond the gallery was gloomy, lit only by skylights that caught the last rays of the evening sun. Alex stood in a pool of light, losing Peter Tourne in the shadows.
   'Where are you?' she said unsteadily, unable to disguise the tremor in her voice.
   'Here,' said he from behind her.
   Alex trembled. 'Please... what do you want me to do?'
   He stepped closer. 'Everything,' he purred. He stroked her neck. He touched her gently, his tenderness surprising her. She let out a thin hiss, jumping at his caress. His fingers were cold, almost unnaturally so.
   'You will learn to obey me,' he murmured. 'You won't need to ask me what I want, you will know instinctively. You will be available for everything I desire.' He paused. 'All the time, night and day.' As he spoke his fingers caught in her hair, jerking her head back. The pain made her gasp. 'Do you understand?'
   Alex shrieked as his fingers tightened in her curls, his lips pressed into the soft curve of her neck. 'Tell me you understand,' he said.
   She grimaced and twisted as his fingers tightened again, pulling her closer. She whimpered and then whispered, 'Yes - yes I understand! Please, you're hurting me!'
   Peter Tourne stepped away from her. His expression was one of triumph.
   'Good,' he said. 'Now take off your clothes.'
   Alex flushed. 'No,' she said immediately.
   He pouted in displeasure. 'You tell me you understand,' he said flatly, prowling around her. 'But you obviously don't understand, or you would obey me at once - like Gena does.'
   Alex started to justify herself, but to her horror he sprang forward fluently and grabbed hold of the neck of her dress, his fingers closing tight round the fabric. Alex shrieked, feeling the cloth bite into her flesh. Before she had a chance to resist he pushed her violently against the wall. Hitting the cold bricks knocked the breath out of her. She struggled to regain some shred of control, fighting her fear and surprise.
   Peter Tourne's fingers tightened on her dress, wrenching at the thin material. She twisted and turned under his grip.
   'Let go of me!' she hissed in terror. Looking up into his face all she could see were his eyes, bright and catlike in the gloom. She knew he was relishing her struggles - the realisation unnerved her and she froze. He gave the material another sharp tug and the summer dress ripped to the waist, revealing her delicate lacy bra beneath.
   He grinned as she instinctively tried to cover herself. He pushed her hands away and traced the soft curve of her breasts. She whimpered as his fingers tracked across her nipples, roughly brushing and nipping at their sensitive peaks. She let out a sob and then pushed against his chest, trying to break away.
   He let go of her, the smile fading. 'Why are you fighting me, Alex? We both know this is what you want. Take off the rest of your clothes.' His voice was low and hypnotic. 'Do it now before I lose my patience with you.'
   Alex watched him like a hunted animal, glancing instinctively towards the door. He followed her eyes.
   'You may leave if you wish,' he said evenly. 'But we both know you want to stay, don't we?'
   He was right - and she knew now why Gena had said Peter Tourne understood her. She shivered and caught hold of the ragged remains of her dress, pushing it down over her hips. In the gloom he watched her coldly.
   She stood on the stone floor in her underwear, the dress around her ankles.
   He waved his hand towards her. 'And the rest, take everything off,' he whispered. His eyes travelled down over her body. 'Come along don't disappoint me now, Alex. I have so much to teach you. Tonight is merely your first step of a wondrous journey.'
   It suddenly seemed to Alex as if her body had a will of its own. She undid her bra, letting it drop to the floor, then slid down her knickers; both excited and at the same time frightened and acutely conscious of her vulnerability. From the shadows she could see his eyes and knew he approved of what he saw.
   'Turn round slowly,' he murmured.
   She did, teasingly, deftly. When she had her back to him Alex felt his hands on her shoulders. She yelped as his fingers pressed into her flesh. His voice was a threatening murmur in her ear.
   'Don't flirt with me, Alex. There is no need, you are mine already.'
   As he spoke he pushed her to the floor. She stumbled forward onto the cold flagstones, landing heavily on her hands and knees. Before she had time to recover he grabbed hold of her arms and jerked her towards him. His face was impassive as he produced leather cuffs from the pocket of his dinner jacket. She watched in stunned surprise as he slipped them round her wrists and then tied them down into rings set in the floor. It wasn't until she had let him put them on that she realised he had rendered her completely helpless.
   'Mr Tourne,' she gasped in horror, suddenly afraid. His response was to turn his attentions to her ankles. When she started to strain against the straps he tightened those around her wrists, jerking her face closer to the floor, so that she was crouched on all fours. She let out a thin desperate sob as his hands moved slowly across her body, 'oh Alex, you will be perfect - just perfect,' he said on an outward breath. 'I knew it as soon as I saw you. It will give me the greatest of pleasure to be your first teacher.' He paused as his fingers circled her hardening nipples. 'A good teacher can always bring out the best in his pupil, I will bring out only the very best in you.'
   Alex shuddered as his hands moved slowly round to the curve of her buttocks. As he got to his feet, the feelings of vulnerability and exposure overwhelmed her. She trembled, listening to his footfalls in the gloom. She wasn't sure what was more frightening - the sound of his moving away from her, or the sound of him returning.
   The shadows subtly changed and she guessed he had altered the lighting in the room so that he could admire his new prize. As he stepped closer she held her breath. He let something cold trail along her spine. She could hear his breathing in the empty silence and closed her eyes, fighting the growing sense of terror.
   Peter Tourne let the leather belt rest for a moment on Alex's beautiful bound body. He smiled to himself, relishing the fear and the anticipation he could feel rising from her. She looked divine. Her buttocks were thrust up towards him, accentuating the erotic 'hour glass' shape of her body. Between the cheeks of her bottom he could see the lips of her sex, just parted to reveal the delicate inner pleats, and above them the tight dark bud of her anus. Her sex was framed with a delicate flush of coppery curls. The kiss of the belt made her shiver and wriggle, revealing a little more, opening her a little wider. Already he could make out the glistening moisture of her juices, gathering in the sensitive folds, betraying her excitement.
   He let the belt move on, relishing his sense of power, drinking in the heady cocktail of emotions her body created in him. As the seconds passed, he could see her desperately fighting to retain some vestige of dignity, or control. Her breath came in shallow gasps as if she were straining to hear his every move. He saw her relax momentarily, and in that instant he drew the belt back and hit her squarely across the plump orb of her buttocks.
   Alex screamed, twisting away from him, her belly dropping to protect the soft exposed areas of her body, while her face pressed down onto the cold floor. Before she could brace herself for the next stroke he brought the belt down again, harder this time.
   Peter Tourne grinned, relishing the desperate noises of her humiliation and pain, delighting in the angry red glow that flushed across her skin. She struggled and writhed, trying to avoid the next blow, but he had bound her too well, and the stroke exploded across her buttocks, which clenched as she fought to evade his attentions. Between the heavy curves he could still see the lips of her sex gaping, glistening in the soft light. As if she could read his mind she clenched her muscles tighter still, trying to hide the secret parts of her body from him as the belt swept viciously back again.
   Alex gasped as the next blow struck. The soft leather bonds creaked quietly as she jerked and vainly tried to twist away from her assailant. Tears of pain and shock bubbled up in her eyes. Whatever she had anticipated from Peter Tourne's instruction, it had not been this. The overwhelming red hot bite of the leather belt made her gasp and buck with surprise. She could feel the glowing pain in her buttocks spreading up through her whole body. She tried hard to control herself, not wanting to cry out to let him know how much it hurt - or more telling still - how much the hot stinging sensations and the sense of exposure and helplessness were awakening something deep and hungry in the darkest recesses of her mind.
   She arched against his next blow, letting out a strangled sob as her face and breasts pressed down onto the cold floor. Behind her, she heard Peter Tourne moving. For a few seconds, she thought the beating was over and let out a thin whine, letting the tension ease in her back.
   Before she had time to catch her breath the belt caught her again, hard and hot. The sensations spread out from her bottom in incandescent ripples. She knew she was losing control and let out a dark wailing moan as he hit her again, her rational thoughts were being overcome by the scorching arc of sensations. She bucked and strained against her restraints, letting instinct take over. She felt as if everything she had ever known was slipping way, as Peter Tourne ministered his own particular brand of instruction.
   Suddenly there was stillness. The only sounds in the room were those of her desperate and ragged breaths. This time Alex didn't relax, fearing that it would herald another volley of blows from the belt. Instead she held herself taut, waiting for whatever torment might follow.
   After a few seconds Alex felt fingers splaying the glowing, stinging contours of her buttocks. She shuddered as long fingers dipped inside her - she knew she was wet - and whimpered as they commenced their exploration.
   From behind her, she heard the raw metallic sound of Peter Tourne's zip, and then the brush of his engorged cock against her inner thighs. The contrast to the hot angry glow of her bottom was electrifying. Brutally his fingers opened her sex and he slid into her without prelude. She bayed as his cock filled her and stifled a sob as he grabbed her hips and dragged her exhausted body back against his...
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Tuesday, 28 September 2010  | 

An excellent and arousing story that held me to the end. However I did have the feeling that I had read a very similar story in the distant past.past. THIS BOOK IS STRONGLY RECOMMENDED.


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