Slave of Darkness

Slave of Darkness
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ISBN:  9781907976339
Author:  Francesca Lewis
Word Count:  64,418
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Games of ObedienceGames of Obedience
Selina's SubmissionSelina's Submission

'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. But despite everything she could feel her clitoris swelling, clamouring for a touch, however light, to trigger relief from the torment of trapped sexual arousal.
   Sir Edward delivered one final blow that shook her shapely frame, then pushed her to the floor. 'Very well, I believe you. Remove your clothes immediately.'
   Trembling from head to foot, Marianne obeyed while the two men watched, strangely silent. The room was heavy with a sense of forbidden eroticism.

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.

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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Highly original storyline with terrific sex scenes
Wednesday, 23 March 2011  | 

It made a great change to read a truly erotic novel with such an unusual theme. The heroine, Marianne, is an author, trying to write a romantic novel. However, she moves into a house on the Yorkshire Moors with her boyfriend and finds herself caught up in a time warp. In her other life she finds herself dominated by a ghost from the past, but a ghost with a difference. He's dominating, depraved, and obsessed with Marianne. Soon she finds herself equally obsessed with him, and the change in her shocks her boyfriend and her agent. The dark, perverse sexuality of the sex scenes are thrilling. If domination, submission and CP are for you, buy this quick!


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