Selina's Submission

Selina's Submission
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ISBN:  9781907976346
Author:  Francesca Lewis
Word Count:  63,433
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Games of ObedienceGames of Obedience
Slave of DarknessSlave of Darkness

Strong hands, certainly Oliver's, caressed the cheeks of her bottom, and then prised them apart. More cool gel was gently massaged into her tender entrance. Her sphincter tightened as a finger wriggled inside, but still she did nothing to deny it.
   The rude digit disappeared, and then something much larger and smooth pressed into the deep valley between her buttocks and demanded entry into her rear passage. Selina became more aware of what was happening, but before she could do or say anything Oliver lunged with his hips and his huge erection forged its way into her clutching depths.
   The leather belts creaked as Selina stiffened and tried to squirm away, but it was hopeless, and she could do nothing but lay there, impaled to the table beneath Oliver's weight.

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 sexual 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?

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.

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