His Dark Love Game

THIS STORY MAY BE SEEN AS A FIRST BOOK TO GUARDING REBECCA BUT IS DARK EROTICA. IT CAN ALSO BE READ AS A STANDALONE.

It was Hendrix’s turn to spank and discipline, Kendall. She’d gone too far this time. Her life had been threatened and she was refusing to take their rules concerning her safety with the seriousness she should have done. He sat behind his desk and glanced at his Rolex. She was late by two minutes and would now receive five extra strokes across her bottom for her neglectful time keeping. He sighed and drummed his fingers on the table. He would allow her no more than five minutes before he would drive to her photography studio, strip and spank her and confine her to her bedroom at home for the day. Did she really want that?

His fingers thumped harder on top of the table but stopped abruptly when the door to his study opened and Kendall hurried inside. She was out of breath.

“I am sorry I am late. But must I really be spanked again, Jason?”

Hendrix smiled. Even now she didn’t realise he was Hendrix, Jason’s handsome identical twin brother and that was just the way they wanted it. Although he sometimes wondered if she had begun to notice the small differences and nuances the twins did not share and kept quiet, content to continue their wicked game of deception so they could both love and protect her as their own.

“I know you are worried about the letter but I am okay. Whoever wrote it just wants to scare me off.”

“Close the door behind you and lock it,” he commanded in a soft dark voice.

Kendall’s eyes widened with apprehension. They always did when he used that tone. It was highly effective in making her comply.

“Why do I have to be spanked like a child?” She pouted and fluttered her eyelashes.

She was irresistible but he tightened his features giving her a stern look. This was important. They had to make her understand their authority on the matter of her safety and protection was law and there were consequences when it was broken. Right now, she was pushing her luck to the extent that both men had considered keeping her at home under lock and key.

“Must we go through this discussion every time you require discipline?”

She hung her head and turned to close the study door behind her and locked it. He waited in his chair sitting in his three-piece charcoal grey Saville Row suit remaining impassive. He raised his index finger and motioned for her to come towards him.

Kendall dropped her bag on the sofa and removed the camera slung around her neck, depositing it next to the bag with great care. There was a small amount of fear in her eyes as she approached his side. He watched her eyes glance at the riding crop lying on top of his desk. Her dark brown eyes flashed with shock. She opened her mouth to speak a retort but he caught hold of her wrist and pulled her quickly over his lap, tipping her small curvy frame at an angle so her feet dangled in the air and she was forced to hold onto his legs to stop herself from falling to the floor. Not that he would allow her to have fallen but it was satisfying to note. She landed in the position with a shriek. He ran his hand over his smooth jaw and looked down at her pleased with her submissive position.

“Please, Jason. I don’t want to be spanked. It always hurts so much and it is difficult to sit down. I have framing to do today. Please,” she begged in that sweet, delectable voice of hers. “I won’t go there again. I will stay away from the old hospital but there is something going on there.”

Hendrix ignored her and lifted up her black wool dress over her sexy, wine-coloured patent leather boots, skimming it over her black lacy hold ups to her delicious plump pert butt. The rule he and Jason had enforced not allowing her to wear any trousers was working well.

As anticipated her wilful reckless attitude she continued to display despite their authority allowed them full access to spank her whenever they chose.

In the summer she was prevented from wearing any panties, but now since it was approaching the end of October they had permitted them. Hendrix looked down at the skimpy black lace panties placing a finger down the middle of them lifting the material to examine its intricate detail closer, remembering how he’d picked them out for her when she’d believed her husband had done.

“No, you won’t,” he spoke in a seductive dark velvet voice. “Hendrix sent two police officers out there and they found nothing. Nevertheless, someone is warning you away from something and until he can get to the bottom of it I want your complete obedience on this matter. Next time you violate my rules, little one, I am going to lock you in your room. I won’t lose you. Hendrix has one of his officers keeping a watchful eye on you so we can monitor your movements. You put yourself in danger once more and you will find yourself tied to your bed. And you should know by now I always carry out my threats if I need to. Do I make myself clear? Maybe I should ask Hendrix to lock you in one of the police cells to keep you safe?”

The Alexanders were a large, powerful, wealthy family owning land throughout the British Isles and overseas. They were one of the richest families in the world and owned Storm Island. The twins were the children of the patriarch of the family, Darien Alexander, the Duke of Stathford now residing in Barbados with his new wife he had recently married after the death of their mother. The brothers were free to indulge their own career passions whilst keeping an eye on the family’s Billionaire assets and holding company from the UK end. But upon his death the Duke expected his eldest son, Hendrix to take the lead on running the company with his younger brother. Content, they returned from London after post University training and obtaining experience in their chosen careers to the island where they had shared many happy childhood memories.

Both handsome, tall with deep blue eyes and short wavy dark hair, charismatic and intelligent, Jason had become a world class cardiovascular surgeon and Hendrix had turned down a promotion within the Metropolitan police force to become the island’s Chief Superintendent governing its police force.

Silence. Hendrix smiled with satisfaction and began pulling those sexy panties down over Kendall’s buttocks to expose her bottom. He pulled them down to her ankles to restrict her agitated kicking movements and smoothed his hand over each cheek to gently warm and prepare them for chastisement.

“In view of the indiscretion, shall we call it that?” He heard the thunder rumble in his voice when he remembered reading the letter and hearing of her exploits. As a police officer he was incensed just as much as he was as a secret lover. He didn’t want to feel that fear for her ever again. It was an effort to keep a lid on it even now. “This punishment is going to be a bit different today, little one.”

It had been discussed by the two men at great length after he and Jason had comforted and tucked Kendall up in bed one evening.

“What do you mean?” she asked in a small voice. “Are you going to whip me with your belt or that riding crop on your desk? That’s hardly different.”

“Watch your tongue, little one. No. I am going to spank you then take a whip to your bottom.”

“What? I can’t take both!”

“You will,” he said raising his hand to deliver the first hard slap. He heard Kendall yelp loudly and felt a sense of triumph when it ceased her back chat. He’d wanted to shake her when he read that letter. Jason had acted taking control as the husband, cancelling her plans to go out with friends that evening in front of her on the phone and confining her to her room to rest, where they both knew she was safe, while they discussed the matter together.

Hendrix applied a touch more pressure when striking the opposite buttock beginning to deliver a lecture. He picked up the tempo and made the slaps come hard and fast watching her delicate flesh flush pink and quiver and jump every time his hand made contact. The sound of the slaps echoing loudly around the large room over the fire blazing in the fireplace at the bottom of the room and the seating area in the eighteenth-century mansion.

Kendall’s movements on top of his knees to avoid the slaps were annoying, inducing him to spank her more firmly.

“You cannot avoid this punishment, Kendall. I will not have you put your life at risk. We have talked about this many times before...”

Her yelps turned into cries and eventually sobs.

“I am a photographic journalist. It is my job to find out what is going on.”

“It is not to take unnecessary risks.”

“Since I have known you, both you and your brother overprotect me. I can look after myself. Why don’t you want to know what I found out? This concerns the Island, your family’s Island. I am sure your father, the Duke would want to know what was going. He wouldn’t like it if he knew you were ignoring me,” she shouted through her tears.

Hendrix raised an eyebrow and made sure the next strike to her bare bottom smarted more than the last. It shook her butt like an earthquake making her pelvis buck down hard against his legs allowing him to feel the delicious rub of her pussy against them.

“You refused to listen to me last night. I found something out. It’s about those men in the black robes who have been seen doing some kind of ritual in Chorley Woods near there. I know there is a connection. I can’t tell Hendrix yet until I know more. There is something going on at the abandoned hospital above Cairn Cove. I think it is related to the disappearance of that couple who came here on holiday.”

“Damn it, Kendall. You can’t do this on your own. This is a matter for Hendrix and the police not a journalist. I don’t want you going anywhere near those Occultists. I have every reason to believe it was them who sent you the letter. They are dangerous. We will discuss this when the punishment is over,” he said deciding to give her some fresh pain to think about to ram his message home by spanking the tender backs of her thighs in turn. Her cry was a little more high pitched this time and she spoke no more.

Did she not understand just how much she meant to them?

Hendrix abruptly ceased her spanking and pulled her panties from around her ankles to throw them onto the floor. Taking hold of her soft light brown curls that rested on top of her shoulders he carefully pulled forcing her to rise from his knees. Spinning her around he quickly pulled down the zip of her dress whilst she sobbed and wiped the tears from her eyes and stripped her of it. He made fast work of her bra and it fell to the floor next to her dress. The only clothing she had left on were those sexy boots. Her breasts bounced free on top of her chest but he resisted the urge to possessively cup and squeeze them.

“Down on the floor,” he ordered standing next to her behind the desk, pointing down onto the dark wooden polished floor. He gathered her hair winding it tightly around his fist and tugged it to encourage her to move quickly. She immediately lowered herself down onto all floors. He made sure he did not let go of her hair and pulled.

“Crawl,” he snapped.