Chapter 1
PLEASE BEWARE BEFORE READING: THIS IS DARK EROTICA.
THIS STORY WILL ONLY BE FREE IN ITS ENTIRETY FOR A VERY SHORT TIME.
I stood naked before the marble fireplace watching the bright orange flames dance and flicker across my pale soft skin in the dark room. I had been given to him to repay a debt and now I was his to do with as he pleased. I sensed a strong powerful presence in the room but I could not see a figure. It had been a day and yet I had still not seen my Master’s face. The sound of leather creasing as though someone was sitting down forced me to turn my eyes away from the fire towards the back of the small intimate room. A lamp was switched on illuminating a chair.
A large throne like leather chair had been positioned so that its high back faced me. I could see someone was sitting in it by the two long legs sitting crossed at the feet and resting on the floor. The man leant his elbow on the arm of the chair. He was obviously wearing a suit, perhaps even a tuxedo by the way his arm was clothed in black with an exposed white shirt cuff and silver cufflink.
He curled one of his manicured fingers and beckoned me.
“Come to me, little one,” he said softly in an English voice yet there was a hint of a Nordic accent giving me a clue as to my whereabouts. I had been brought to the castle clandestinely and given no idea as to my whereabouts.
Nervously and still covering my breasts with my arm whilst cupping my pussy to protect it, I began to walk forward ready to meet my captor and demand my freedom. But his hand thrust upwards and bade me halt.
“No. I want you on your hands and knees. Crawl to me. I will receive you no other way,” he told me imperiously.
Something feral stirred within me responding to the power and dominance my enigmatic mysterious captor was oozing simply from sitting in the chair and commanding me at will. A part of my soul was enjoying the way he was now ruling my life and it wanted to submit to him wholeheartedly. Crawling to him excited me yet defiance continued to plague me.
“Must I crawl? Must you demean me? I am already your property?”
The man gave a soft chuckle.
“I do not seek to demean you I simply require your submission. I am a Dominant male and I will only accept a submissive woman in my presence. I am not an unkind man I wish only to care for you and protect you. It is my natural state to be in control and your own is to be submissive.”
He spoke about my needs as though he knew them better than myself and it made me indignant.
“I am not naturally submissive,” I protested even though a voice inside told me I was lying.
“Oh but you are, little one. I know all about you and I would not have brought you here if I did not believe you were,” he said with humour in his tone.
I turned my head to the side straining to see if I could catch a glimpse of his face. I had spent the whole day imagining what he looked like. Would he be young or old? Handsome or ugly? Tall or short? Now I was about to find out. I felt damp between my thighs with anticipation.
“I won’t crawl. I am not submissive. I will submit to no man. They are not worthy of it,” I challenged.
Another pause and I fancied he was smiling.
“You will, little one. During your time here I will expose your submissive nature to you and destroy that obvious distrust you have placed in men and in yourself. Now lower your body to your hands and knees or I will redden that already spanked bottom a little more.”
My eyes widened and my hand flew to my bottom remembering my earlier spanking from one of the two men my Master had instructed to attend me. Not wishing to befall the same fate again I responded to his command and slowly lowered myself to my hands and knees on to the large wide cream rug covering the wooden floor. As I began to crawl cat like towards him I reflected on the day.
The day had started oddly. Woken early by the maid in my father’s home, I had been asked to wash and dress quickly because two men waited for me downstairs to take me somewhere at my father’s request. I would not be attending the University to lecture today I was informed. Annoyed I had remonstrated with the maid but she had been insistent they were my tyrannical father’s wishes and if I resisted, I would be whipped for it. Having felt my father’s cruel discipline on more than one occasion in my past, I decided to obey for now until I could find an opportunity to get away.
My father’s intention had always been to marry me to a wealthy titled man for the sake of his furthering his business interests.A greedy unfeeling man, he had abused my mother physically and with his constant affairs had driven her to suicide.With her gone and all of her money left solely to myself, he turned his anger and frustration on me.My life became unbearable when I refused to be wed to any of the wealthy suitors he paraded in front of me.A union between one of his business associates, young or old would increase his own wealth and business.I was to be bought and sold like cattle.
My attempts to escape the home and his life were always thwarted.He would send his army of security men to bring me back and confine me.One hovered over me when I went out or to work at the University.There was no escape and I would eventually be forced to wed a man I did not love.
When I ventured downstairs I found one of my suitcases packed and waiting in the hall. Two young men in charcoal suits and long black wool coats waited for me in the lounge. They greeted me warmly. In their late twenties and younger than myself, the dark haired man was to greet me first. He had chestnut hair that was short and slightly spikey on the front. His green eyes twinkled at me.
“My name is Max and I have come with Thomas here to collect you. We will be looking after you from now on,” he told me in an eloquent English voice.
“Collect me?” I enquired confused.
He tilted his attractive face to one side and viewed me with curiosity.
“You have not been told?” he asked.
“No, I have not,” I answered curtly. “And I do not understand what is happening. I am going nowhere with you.”
The man smiled.
“I am afraid you will.Your father Lord Tobias has given you to our employer.”
I stared at him in disbelieving horror.
“Nobody can just give me to someone. Leave now before I call the police.”
I reached for the telephone on the table next to me but Max caught my wrist and stopped me.
“You will come to no harm but I have instructions and permission from your father to remove you from this house with force if necessary.”
There was too much determination in his voice for me to doubt him. I glanced at the other attractive fair headed man accompanying him. He looked upon me sternly with dark brown eyes ready to carry out his orders.
“Lord Tobias owes my employer a debt, a large one he cannot repay in monetary terms. He has stolen from our employer’s company and the police will be involved if you continue to resist. Your father would undoubtedly receive a heavy sentence and many years of imprisonment. Do you wish to be responsible for this?”
I narrowed my eyes. There was not much love between my father and myself but I was not a cruel person. Despite what he had done he was my father and family loyalty compelled me to act.Yet he was not here to explain or protect me. Tears of hurt and disappointment gathered in my eyes but I steeled myself refusing to allow them to spill and weaken my position. How could my father do this to me? Did I not mean anything to him? But then I already knew the answer to that. Did he really deserve my sacrifice?
But I decided I would not go quietly without a fight. Maybe, just maybe I could successfully make a break for freedom and find another way to settle the debt with the wealthy inheritance I had received from my mother on her passing five years ago.
“Who is your employer?” I demanded frustrated at the way Max kept saying the word and not giving me any indication of the man or woman in question.
He smiled.
“I am not at liberty to say,” he said finally letting go of my wrist. “Now we must go. He is waiting for you to arrive.”
My heart began to pound painfully in my chest. I wouldn’t let them take me. I had a life, a job. I wouldn’t allow myself to be just given to a man to become his whore. There were laws. I voiced my opinion strongly and swore at them, my eyes frantically scanning the room for a way of escape past them to the music room through the door at the bottom end.
Max addressed me firmly.
“If you continue to refuse to accept your situation I will use force and if you swear once more, Lady Tobias I will spank you. My employer does not tolerate cursing in his women.”
I raised one eyebrow and looked upon him with undisguised contempt. He was almost daring me to.
“How dare you. Get out of my house now.”
Once more I swore at them. It was a habit I had when I was frightened or I did not believe I was not getting my point across in an argument and this time it was to have painful consequences. It was the first of many spankings I was to receive at my Master’s discretion. But although Max and Thomas’s spanking hands were strong I would come to better appreciate the firmness of my own Master’s hand and finally welcome it when I required discipline.
Max moved swiftly and I found myself making a run for the door to the music room as he came towards me. I opened the door but did not manage to get any further than just through the door. His sturdy arm wound around my waist and lifted me up against his waist. He carried me easily back in to the room towards the arm of the sofa. I struggled fiercely determined not to let him win and gain my freedom but the man was too strong for me. Thomas waded in to help him when Max set me down on the floor next to the arm of the sofa.
Before I knew it I was being thrown over the arm so that my bottom was lifted up in to the air. Thomas held my arms and forced them to fold behind my back. He knelt one knee on the sofa in front of my bent head holding my arms down with one hand whilst the other furiously unpinned my long blonde hair allowing it to tumble like a waterfall downwards over my face. I worried I was to be stripped. Already fearful and distrustful of men, I anticipated the worse. But I was to be thankful that at least a part of my modesty was to be contained.
Whilst Thomas wove his leather gloved fingers through my hair and bunched the silky strands of natural blonde into his fist to hold me in place, Max removed his coat and gloves. He undid the catch of my grey winter pencil skirt and slid it down over my curved form to the ground. I wanted to cry. The grip on my hair was not too tight or painful just firm and Max’s movement was not cruel or designed to hurt me.
I closed my eyes imagining what I would look like lying over the arm of the sofa with my black lacy panties exposed framed by the sheer barely black hold ups and the high patent leather black shoes I wore to compliment my outfit. Tears stung the back of my eyes. My body was not something I was not very proud of. In my eyes it was average and I lamented my short figure and sumptuous curves. In time my Master would teach me to appreciate them but at this point I was to feel shame and embarrassment like I had never felt it before.
Max’s quick nimble figures hooked underneath the top of my panties wasting no time after he carefully laid my skirt over the top of the sofa. It seemed they had both carried out this process many times before for their employer. The cold air fell upon my bare bottom as he pulled them down just below the backs of my thighs. I was to be spanked like a child.
Praying no one would walk in the room, I frantically wriggled trying to free myself. Max’s reaction was swift. The first slap from his hand rained down upon me. His technique was to make me howl, cupping my buttock from the bottom upwards to brandish the whole of the surface with a burning sting. He was then to reward the second buttock with the same. Again and again the blows came firm and fast bringing tears to my eyes. I struggled like a child having a tantrum inducing Thomas to strengthen his grip on my hair and press down on my folded arms and back to hold me still. In turn Max spanked me harder and it appeared to do the trick. Realizing I was overpowered by the two men I grew limp and resigned to my spanking. There was no way I could evade my embarrassment. But a new worry was about to take hold of me.
