Selina's Submission & Slave of Darkness

Selina's Submission & Slave of Darkness
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ISBN:  9781780801698
Author:  Francesca Lewis
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Originally published individually as paperbacks, Selina's Submission & Slave of Darkness are two Chimera BDSM stories now brought together in one erotic eBook volume.

Selina's Submission

'There are no rules tonight,' said Oliver. 'All you have to do is accept this new discipline.'
   'What kind of discipline?' asked Selina, her throat dry.
   'It's simply another way of pleasuring you,' said Oliver reassuringly, but there was nothing reassuring about the expression in his eyes.

When Oliver Richards wins Summerfield Hall at the gambling table he wins an even greater prize as well - the young and sexually naive Selina Swift. Slowly he and his friends draw her into a world where only her total submission will earn approval. Soon she is enslaved by the shameful dark pleasures Oliver supplies and the bittersweet ecstasy that punishment for failure brings, but will she ever reach the degree of submission Oliver demands?

Slave of Darkness

'I'm sorry I'm sorry...' she gasped. 'I'll do as you say, I promise.'
   It was clear Sir Edward was in no hurry to stop punishing her, for his hand continued to rise and fall rhythmically. 'You mean you won't cause any more problems during the whole evening?' he demanded.
   'No... none,' she promised, mortified by the terrible spanking she was being made to endure.

When Marianne and Steve inherit Moorhead House, which stands on the brooding Yorkshire moors, it seems the perfect place for her to write her modern version of Wuthering Heights. But the house has a dark secret. In 1826 it was owned by Sir Edward Sharpe, who dominated the household with his darkly perverse desires. Marianne finds herself haunted by the past, where she is totally at Sir Edward's mercy.

Initially terrified, she is forced to endure his regime - a regime which soon holds her enthralled. Obsessed by the depravity of the past her ordinary life seems boring and even her writing changes, shocking both Steve and her agent. As Sir Edward tightens his hold on Marianne she becomes enslaved by her terrible obsession, until it threatens to consume her.

Selina's Submission

Selina stood outside the dining room and glanced anxiously at Georgina. 'These clothes feel all wrong,' she whispered. 'I'm supposed to be his housekeeper.'
   'Not tonight,' said Georgina with a half smile. 'Tonight you're his hostess. Anyway, he'll adore your dress.'
   Selina wasn't sure Georgina was right. The dress was ivory-coloured with a strapless bodice that fitted tightly over her voluptuous breasts and clung to her like a second skin, emphasising her tiny waist and softly rounded hips. It ended a couple of inches above her knees, and she had a white sash tied around her waist. She felt like some virgin in ancient times about to be sacrificed to a demanding god, and started to tremble. Georgina pushed open the door before Selina could argue any further, and guided the girl into the room.
   Oliver looked immaculate in a dark pinstripe suit, white shirt and red and blue striped tie. Standing next to him was a tiny Oriental girl wearing a Chinese style dress with a high mandarin collar. She had beautiful straight black hair, and she looked as uncertain as Selina felt.
   'My toy!' exclaimed Georgina, rushing across the room and flinging her arms round Oliver's neck. She kissed him lightly on the cheek and he smiled at her.
   'I hope you like her,' he said. 'She should suit you very well, from what I hear.'
   'Wonderful!' enthused Georgina, and as Selina watched in astonishment she grasped the timid girl by the wrist and pulled her out of the room. The girl made no sound of protest, but as she passed Selina she looked at her with an expression of such terrified appeal on her face that Selina wondered what on earth was going to happen to her.
   'Alone at last,' said Oliver quietly.
   Immediately Selina's thoughts returned to what was going to happen to her. Nervously nibbling her lower lip she gave him a wan smile. 'I hope everything's to your liking,' she murmured politely.
   'From what I've seen so far you and Georgina have done an excellent job,' he assured her. 'Would you care for a drink?'
   Selina nodded, but before she could say what she wanted he'd handed her a glass of red wine. 'To the future,' he said, raising his glass.
   'To the future,' echoed Selina, even though she was unsure of what that future held.
   'Before we begin our intimate dinner,' continued Oliver, 'you do remember the terms and conditions of your employment here, I trust?' Selina nodded. 'Excellent, then we can start.'
   Selina glanced at the table. It was laid for a meal, and she wondered if she should ring for some food. 'We'll eat later,' said Oliver, clearly guessing what was going through her mind. 'I find I always have an appetite afterwards...'
   Suddenly Selina felt very frightened, and without realising it she started to back nervously towards the door.
   'Come over here,' Oliver instructed her, the tone of his voice leaving her in no doubt that if she disobeyed their agreement would be over before it had even begun. Slowly, as though hypnotised, she moved towards him. He nodded, but without any trace of a smile to soften the harshness of his features; a harshness she hadn't really noticed on his previous visit. 'The dress is perfect,' he complimented her.
   'Georgina chose it,' admitted Selina.
   'I guessed that,' he remarked, 'but it still suits you.' Suddenly he reached behind her and undid the white sash, trailing it over her bare shoulders as he drew it into his hands.
   'Yes,' he said speculatively, 'that's better. Now turn around.'
   Selina did as she was told. For a moment his fingers touched the bare skin of her shoulders, and then to her astonishment he tugged at the zip on the back of the dress and without a word spun her back to face him and peeled it off her. He wasn't gentle. Suddenly the dress was lying around her ankles, and she was left standing in her white high-heeled sandals, matching white hold-up stockings, and the white G-string with the lacy front that Georgina had insisted she wore.
   Oliver studied her closely. 'You really are delicious,' he said thoughtfully. 'If only I'd known about you sooner, I'd have made sure we played cards for Summerfield Hall a long time ago.' Then taking her hand, he moved across the room and sat her down on the edge of the chaise longue, before kneeling in front of her and slowly running his hands up and down her arms.
   Selina's skin prickled and tiny currents of electricity seemed to run from her arms to her breasts. She felt hot and flustered.
   Oliver kept his unfathomable dark eyes fixed on her face as he very slowly and tenderly trailed his fingertips across her collarbone and down over the tops of her breasts until his fingers were resting lightly, teasingly, on her rapidly hardening nipples.
   'You know what I'm going to do next, don't you?' he murmured.
   Selina suddenly remembered the searing pain of his previous caress and she shrank away from him, trying to press her body into the back of the chaise longue.
   'Sit still,' he commanded. And then, with cruel deliberation, he pinched the amazingly sensitive nipples until once more her nerve-endings screamed in protest and she gave a tiny whimper. But even as she did so she felt a strange dark pleasure coursing through her tender breasts; a pleasure that almost, but not quite, managed to override the pain.
   Oliver kept his fingers tightly on the protruding buds until Selina was certain she could bear it no longer. Then he abruptly released them, and bending forward, drew the tip of his tongue across the throbbing flesh.
   'You enjoyed that,' he whispered. 'There's no use denying it, your body betrays you,' and even as he spoke he was sliding a hand down over her gently rounded belly, and his fingers dipped beneath the elastic of her panties and were travelling through her crisp dark pubic hair and probing between her sex lips. With tantalising slowness he drew lazy circles around the damp tissue between her swelling labia, and when he brushed against her clitoris Selina gasped with surprise as a searing sensation that was totally new to her shot through her belly. She stared at him with a mixture of fear and desire.
   Oliver stood up and gazed down at her thoughtfully. The moment he withdrew his hand Selina felt bereft, and was shocked at her wanton behaviour. 'I shouldn't be doing this,' she whimpered, looking up at him anxiously. 'It's wrong.'
   'Then tell me to stop. Tell me you want to go.'
   But she didn't, because her whole body was so aching with need that she knew she couldn't possibly leave now.
   Reaching down Oliver pulled her to her feet again, and before she knew what was happening he wrenched her arms roughly behind her back and quickly fastened her wrists with the sash from her dress. Her full breasts were thrust even further forward, and tiny blue veins showed faintly through the alabaster flesh.
   Her nipples throbbed, and she longed to feel his tongue on them again, but it was clear that Oliver had other intentions. He pushed her back onto the chaise longue. She fell full length, and in one swift movement he knelt beside her, and then with alarming roughness he hooked his fingers into her panties and ripped them apart.
   His sudden animalistic intensity shocked and frightened her.
   'Please, please don't hurt me,' she begged. But Oliver ignored her. He stroked her inner thighs with surprising gentleness, and then in total contrast he pushed them roughly apart, and she realised she was lying naked except for her stockings, totally exposed to his merciless gaze.
   Oliver crouched so that his head was between Selina's legs, and then he grasped her buttocks with both hands, lifting her so he could cover her moist vulva with his mouth. And then his tongue was invading her, swirling around her frantic clitoris and thrusting deep into her virginal vagina as she squirmed and writhed helpless and panic-stricken beneath him.
   Oliver was very strong, and there was nothing Selina could do to stop the hideously enchanting sensations that were engulfing her. She felt a strange coiling sensation deep within her belly and her muscles started to quake and tighten. She cried out in panic, but Oliver simply gripped her buttocks even harder. He closed his mouth around the nub of her pleasure, swirled his tongue over the tip, and at the same time thrust two fingers into her aching channel.
   His cruel yet clever fingers swiftly located a tiny spot that nearly sent Selina into a frenzy as even more nerve endings began to tighten in anticipation of her first climax. Her body, so long deprived of any sensual stimulation, felt as though it was about to burst. She barely noticed the uncomfortable ache in her pinned arms. Tears misted her eyes as he reached up and alternately pinched her pulsating nipples. Then, as his tongue continued its cunning manipulations, all the extraordinary sensations that had been building up suddenly came together in one incredible explosion, and Selina's head jerked back into the cushions as she cried out in disbelief at the wonderful moment of piercing pleasure and relief.
   When it was over she collapsed limply, her breathing ragged. Oliver stared down at her as she lay there totally dishevelled, flushed and incredibly beautiful. He hastily removed his clothes. Selina watched him through half closed eyes, and then averted her gaze at the last moment, too timid to gaze upon the erection she knew he would have. When naked, Oliver slid a tiny copper ring from a pocket of his discarded trousers. 'Open your legs,' he said curtly.
   Selina's body was so sensitive, especially between her thighs, that she automatically clenched them tightly together at his words.
   'Didn't you hear what I said?' he snapped.
   But still she couldn't bring herself to obey, and to her shock and disbelief he swooped down like a ruthless vulture and she felt his teeth close around her left nipple, and pain such as she'd never experienced before tore through her.
   'Why... why do you keep hurting me?' she whimpered pitifully.
   'Hurting you?' he said softly as his teeth released the abused nipple. 'It's a special kind of pleasure I'm providing, but then you already know that, don't you? You suit me, Selina. You're a very special person.'
   'No, I'm not,' she protested, because she didn't want to be. But she had the dreadful suspicion that he was right, otherwise why was she still lying there allowing him to do such things to her?
   He ignored her denial. 'Now, will you open your legs for me, or do I have to punish you again?' he asked.

Slave of Darkness

Marianne fully expected to be led to the outhouse as soon as the meal was over, but her employers kept her waiting, plainly delighted by her increasing tension as the hours ticked by and darkness fell on the house.
   'Is this the normal time you retire, Marianne?' Edward asked her.
   'Yes, sir.'
   'Then come with us. You will spend tonight in the outhouse with Tabitha.'
   'Tabitha's already retired,' Judith told him.
   'I'll fetch her from her room,' said her brother. 'Marianne, go with my sister. I'm sure you realise there's no point in resisting?'
   Marianne did realise, but her heart was thumping heavily behind her ribs and she could feel tension in her neck and shoulders. Any fear she felt was coupled with arousal, but once inside the gloomy outhouse, as she watched Judith light two tapering candles and place them in brackets on the walls, fear became the dominant emotion. Driven by an instinct for survival, Marianne inched back towards the door, but Judith saw and slammed it shut.
   'Where would you go?' she asked her companion contemptuously. 'There is no one near here to take you in. You belong to us, just as Tabitha belongs to us.'
   At that moment the heavy wooden door creaked open again and Edward dragged in a sobbing Tabitha, still wearing her nightshift. 'She was a little reluctant,' he said, with a mirthless smile at his sister. 'As you said, she claims her clumsiness is due to aching arms. After tonight I think she'll have learned her lesson.'
   He flung the serving girl into a corner and then turned his attention to Marianne, pulling off her dress and her undergarments so she was forced to stand naked, shivering with cold, as he produced the thick leather belt with which Judith had beaten her on the moors.
   'Since it's night time you must wear this,' he remarked, laying it around her waist. He tugged it tight, his efforts making him grunt, until she could scarcely breathe, before finally fastening the buckle.
   'There, that improves your shape immediately,' he said, his hands roaming possessively over her hips. 'And now for the other strap.' Marianne parted her legs a little as he pulled a strap up between her thighs, fastening it at the front and back of the leather belt. Watching her closely, he pulled tighter and tighter until she felt the belt biting into her sensitive sex lips, causing an insidious pressure, a form of stimulation that both hurt and aroused. 'Now you're protected from yourself,' he said with evident satisfaction, before pushing her up against the wall and fastening her arms into two metal rings placed higher than those she'd seen the first time.
   She felt shamed and humiliated to be standing there, naked apart from the two strips of leather, her hands fastened securely to the wall, forcing her breasts forward and emphasising her curves. The brick wall irritated her sore flesh and she tried to ease herself away from it, but Edward saw her slight movement and pressed against her shoulders, urging her back and making her whimper at the discomfort.
   'Don't move from that position,' he ordered her. 'Simply watch what happens to Tabitha. Watch, and remember that after we've finished with her you will be dealt with similarly.'
   As he dragged Tabitha to her feet the poor maid began to sob. 'Don't hurt me, please don't hurt me,' she blabbered. 'I never meant to break nothing. It's the exercises I have to do, they've made the muscles in my arms hurt.'
   Ignoring the pitiful pleas, Judith pushed the sobbing girl to her knees and lifted her skirt. Beneath it she was naked, apart from her stockings. 'Stop crying and pleasure me,' she ordered Tabitha. As she spoke, she turned to face the fettered Marianne. Marianne glanced at Edward, who was watching with interest, his gaze travelling from his sister to Marianne and then back to his sister.
   'I want her to watch me spend,' said Judith calmly, nodding towards Marianne. 'It will do her good to learn that others may have pleasure whilst she may not.'
   Already Marianne was thoroughly aroused. She could feel her juices damp against the leather strap that was now working its way between her sex lips as she blossomed with mounting excitement. She yearned for more stimulation, however light, to help satisfy her needy flesh.
   Tabitha's head and shoulders disappeared beneath her mistress' skirt, and Judith kept her eyes fixed on Marianne's as the girl worked in secret beneath the concealing fabric. Marianne could hear suckling sounds and was able to picture vividly how Tabitha's tongue and lips must be tantalising her mistress' flesh. She watched as Judith's eyes opened wider and her body started to grow rigid. Obviously Tabitha was doing her work well, because soon Judith was flushed and shaking, her entire body trembling with her impending climax.
   Marianne's breasts ached. Her nipples grew tight and she felt her insides knot with excitement. The constant pressure of the belt against her now erect clitoris was almost unendurable. It kept her at a high level of excitement without ever allowing her pleasure to spill, and she could have cried with thwarted need.
   Sir Edward was now watching his sister intently, but when she finally uttered a suppressed whimper and shook from head to toe he switched his gaze back to Marianne. 'I expect you wish that was you,' he said quietly. 'Tell me how you feel.'
   Marianne lowered her head in shame. She couldn't tell him. If she spoke the truth she'd be punished, but she sensed he already knew the answer. He knew how much she was yearning for release, how her body was pulsing with desperate desire. He must have understood only too well that the strap, intended to act as a restraint, was in reality constantly titillating her, driving her into a frenzy of frustration so intense that she had difficulty in remaining silent.
   Once Judith's orgasm had died away she lifted her skirt a little, turning to one side to reveal Tabitha crouching on the floor with her back to Marianne. The servant girl remained on the floor waiting to see what would happen to her next - and she did not have long to wait.
   'Do you realise what you've done?' Sir Edward asked the frightened girl, pulling her to her feet and staring down at her. 'You have tried to influence my sister with your wanton ways. I can scarcely believe what I have witnessed.'
   'But she told me to,' Tabitha wailed at the injustice of his words.
   'I didn't hear her,' said her master.
   Tabitha looked at Judith appealingly. 'You did tell me, didn't you, ma'am? You wanted me to pleasure you, you said so.'
   'I did no such thing,' said Judith coldly. 'I'm a respectable widow and consider you a dangerous influence on me.'
   Tabitha turned frantically towards the tethered Marianne. 'They're always doing this to me,' she cried. 'It isn't fair. If I disobey I'm punished and if I obey it's even worse for me. Can't you help me?'
   Marianne didn't dare respond. She was in no position to help Tabitha, and besides, it was obvious that the girl, like herself, did gain pleasure from these sessions of intense punishment mingled with moments of sweet sexual release.
   Edward pulled a mounting block forward from one corner, sat himself down on it and then pulled the struggling Tabitha over his knees before immediately beginning to spank her with the flat of his hand. At first the blows were light, scarcely marking the pale flesh, but gradually they increased in strength until Tabitha was squirming frantically against him, trying to evade the blows. He continued remorselessly, striking again and again, his hand rising and falling while Marianne watched, hypnotised by what was happening.
   Eventually, when Tabitha's buttocks and upper thighs were glowing bright red, she was turned over and, despite her protests, her master started to slap her belly until that too glowed with heat.
   By now Tabitha was weeping, the tears streaming down her face as she implored him to stop hurting her. Then, as Marianne wondered how much more the girl could endure, her crying changed to a moan, which she realised was one of pleasure. Marianne was almost beside herself with frustration. She'd already watched Judith climax and now she was having to watch while Tabitha writhed in ever increasing ecstasy as the stinging heat spread through her body until she was shuddering violently, uttering despairing cries of forbidden pleasure.
   When her body was at last still, Sir Edward pushed her upright. Marianne yearned to feel Edward's mouth on her breasts, to feel his tongue tracing the outline of her nipples and his fingers tightening around them, but still she was ignored. She was left fettered to the wall, poised on the edge of a shattering climax that refused to come.
   'Did you see her pleasure spill?' Sir Edward asked his sister, with studied indifference.
   'Yes, all too clearly.'
   'It didn't...' protested Tabitha, but Judith slid a hand between the poor girl's thighs and drew some of the moisture that had seeped there over her flat stomach.
   'On the contrary,' she said coldly, lifting her glistening fingers. 'I think this betrays you.'
   Sir Edward eyed the serving girl thoughtfully. 'You become even more debauched as the years pass, Tabitha,' he said slowly. 'I thought Dr Proctor had taught you better control.'
   'I don't know why it excites me so,' she sobbed. 'It isn't my fault.'
   'That's what Marianne says,' retorted Edward, glancing over at her. 'Isn't that true, Marianne?'
   Marianne looked at him despairingly. 'I may have said that,' she confessed.
   His lips curved in a half smile. 'You'd like to spend now, wouldn't you? How fortunate that we've tied you in the way we have. It means you can do nothing to satisfy yourself. At least you may learn some self-control tonight. As for Tabitha, we'll see how she copes with this punishment, since the last one resulted only in giving her pleasure.'
   He held out a hand and Marianne heard a strange clicking sound. Tabitha heard it, too; with a scream, she hurled herself into a pile of straw in the corner of the room. 'No, I can't bear those,' she cried...

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