Monday, 31 October 2016

Ruling His Queen





Here is your Halloween treat!  Meet naughty billionaire and strict English Lord Nathan Valancourt in my supernatural vampire BDSM/Spanking/Billionaire Daddy Dom Romance, Ruling His Queen.

Enjoy!

Happy Halloween!




Ruling His Queen


Nathan Valancourt, billionaire and English Lord of the Realm backed his new personal assistant back against the wall and roughly took hold of her arms to place them above her head.  The door to his London office in Docklands wasn’t even locked and the thought that someone might walk in on them thrilled him to the core.  Firmly he pressed his lips against her cherry red ones and captured her mouth.  His kiss was feverish and she responded with equal enthusiasm.

Holding her hands in one of his in a vice like grip, he placed the other on the hem of her demure silver grey pencil skirt and forced it to rise up her thighs.  It was a well practiced manoeuvre he had executed many times and the action gave him no trouble.  Bunching the material around her waist, he slid his hand over one smooth milky white thigh protruding from her suspenders and cupped her pussy sheathed by silky white thong panties.  Using his thumb he rubbed the small bud nestling there until he felt the material grow damp.  With a grin of satisfaction he tucked his fingers underneath the material of the gusset, his fingertips brushing the tantalising plethora of black curls covering the v shape.  It raised a small startled gasp of unexpected pleasure from the lips of his new employee who he had yet to educate as to the true meaning of her duties as his personal assistant.  He continued to strongly kiss her and looking deep in to her hazel eyes with determination he tugged at her flimsy panties and tore them from her body enjoying the dance of surprise, fear and excitement swirl in them.

He tossed the remnants to the floor and wasted no time in thrusting his fingers in to her wetness.  His digits stroked revelling in the luxurious feel of the soft velvet pouting lips.  The girl moaned  against the crush of his mouth bucking her pelvis out at him, pressing her small breasts against his chest covered by his shirt and his dark grey suit jacket.  Without warning he suddenly turned her around and slammed her against the wall.  Holding her hands once more above her head he cast his eyes over her plump pert bottom.

“Perfect,” he whispered, another wicked smile lighting his lips.

Nathan raised his hand and slapped his hand hard against the girl’s bare rump loving the way the fleshed wobbled, jumped and quivered.  The girl gave a startled cry and tried to move away confused.  He forced her back against the wall and struck the other buttock a little harder than the last.

“Now, now.  No moving.  I will not harm you.  This is merely a little discipline for not putting that important call through to me this morning.  Take your spanking with dignity, little one.  If you want to continue working for me you must learn my ways or leave my employment.”

“Yes, Sir.  I love this job.”

“Good.  Then we understand each other.”

Lord Valancourt intensified the force behind his third strike and picked up a rhythm.  The girl yelped and whimpered feeling the hot sting of his strike but did not complain or struggle again enduring her first spanking from her employer with quiet dignity.  The billionaire picked up his stride turning his attention to the tender backs of her thighs, striking her them harder than her buttocks.  Finally the girl satisfied him with a sob and a few gentle tears.  He spanked them for a little longer and then ended her punishment.

He came close against her again cupping one during globe to cruelly squeeze it.

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear caressing away a heavy tear droplet with the tip of his finger after it dropped seductively on to her pale cheek.

He circled his fingers over her bottom to soothe the pulsing pain and then slowly trailed them down over her butt cheek down in between her damp thighs and in to her vagina.  She was soaking wet.  To calm her agitated breathing heaving her chest from the exertion she experienced whilst being spanked, he fondled her clit, rolling it gently between his index finger and thumb.

“Shh, little one.  You are safe.  Calm yourself.”

Amused, he carefully turned her around but kept her pinned against the wall.

“After pain there must always be pleasure.”

Lord Valancourt slowly lowered his tall frame to his knees so that his face was level with the girl’s wet pussy.  His hands swept over her thighs and back over her hot bare bottom.  He dug his fingers in to her sore chastised flesh producing a loud cry from her lips he hoped could be heard from outside the office at the same exact moment he hungrily opened his mouth wide and covered her juicy mound with his lips.  The girl didn’t appear to know whether to moan or cry.

He curled the tip of his tongue around her clit before sucking the bobbing jewel between his teeth and gently nipping it while his fingers dug harder in to her fiery bottom.  He kissed her pussy with savage strength, devouring her, expertly licking his tongue up and down the length of the lips penetrating the wet orifice then drawing back to circle it.

He felt her hands run through his lush raven coloured hair to hold on and grinned as she ground her pelvis against him, crying out her need in a soft feminine voice.  His penis leapt and twitched with arousal.

The girl thrust harder against his face.  She was close to coming.  

“Come for me,” he commanded.  “Right now.”

To encourage her he raised one hand and slapped it against one tender buttock.  Another helpless yelp filled the room.  Another two strikes and the girl was screaming out her climax.  He continued to smack as his mouth filled with warm creamy juice which he drank with relish until she slumped.  Giving her pussy a gentle kiss, Nathan rose and licked his lips to savour the last of her taste.

“That was breathtaking, Ms Taylor.  Now pull your skirt down and crawl under my desk.”

The brunette’s eyes widened.  The billionaire pointed at the floor and quickly shaking her sexy hips swished the grey skirt back down her legs.  She looked at his finger pointing downwards again and slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him.

“Crawl, Ms Taylor,” he gave her an amused smile which made her eyes narrow.  So there was fight in Ms Taylor.  He would enjoy breaking it.

With a defiant look she turned and began to crawl towards the mahogany desk.  Nathan straightened his fine silk silver tie and walked toward towards the chair on the other side of the desk.  With an arrogant air he sat down.

“Now, Ms Taylor take out my penis and insert it in your mouth and mind you swallow every drop when I come,” he told her in a matter of a fact voice.

He felt her soft hands on his thighs and then heard his zip go down.  He wore no underwear and the immediate brush of her delicate hand along the skin of his cock threatened to undo him.  He was so hard he thought he might explode without warning.  Ms Taylor’s hand gripped him tightly.  With a pleasured groan he closed his eyes and enjoyed the moment.  He reached under the desk and cupped the top of her head feeling the pins keeping her long mane up in place.  He guided her towards his cock and obediently she opened her mouth.  Her tongue was slick and wet.  It curled and licked around the tip before he pulled her head down and forced her to take his hard length in to her mouth.

He held her there thrusting his cock in and out between her succulent red lips delighting in the fact she would leave her mark on his rim.  He had just picked up a rhythm with his thrusts when a cold shiver shook him and forced him to open his eyes.  His immediate attention was drawn to the wall to the left of his desk.  A picture on it flickered to life.  Another psychic vision?  Or another dream haunting him during the day instead of the night?  It wasn’t the first time.  A woman appeared in a old Victorian London street.  She was young with long red gold hair in a beautiful long white dress.  She looked lost, forlorn and there was a bruise to her eye.  She was running from someone.  Nathan’s eyes widened.  It was the woman he had dreamt about for the last three weeks only this time she was in danger.  There was some connection between them.  Every time she appeared he could feel it.  She turned and startled him when she she looked directly at him.

“Come to me before it is too late.  I need you,” she called out to him in a gentle feminine voice.


He glanced away at Ms Taylor feeling himself close to coming only it was the woman in the white dress she saw devouring him, stroking his cock and swallowing him whole to the back of her throat.  His pleasure increased and intensified like he had never felt before and he was suddenly coming hard squeezing every last drop of thick seed down her throat, clasping her head tight to force her down on to his cock.  He fell back in the red le



Saturday, 29 October 2016

The Park




Tonight's Halloween excerpt is from the very sexy Fantasy BDSM/Spanking/Billionaire Daddy Dom Romance, The Park.  Lord Playfair hunts and captures beautiful female creatures from the Fairy Realm for his exclusive Park on his Island for the sexual pleasure of rich human men and in the hope of repopulating the war torn Fairy Realm of his birth in which he is now King.  He doesn't count on a female journalist being able to infiltrate the Island to expose the truth about his identity and capturing his heart.  Can he tame her over his knee with a spanking to keep his secret and make her submit to his dominant will?

This one isn't for the faint of heart involving enema and lactation fantasy scenes.  If you loved The Chateau you will love The Park!

Enjoy!  There will be another Sunday treat tomorrow!

Arabella



The Park


Lord Playfair adjusted his attire pulling down the cuffs of his shirt underneath his designer black suit.  He made his way along the long rectangular corridor running the length and breadth of the large castle linking the Great Tower with the other four and the gatehouse.  The castle dated back to the thirteenth century and had been added to over the years.  Lord Playfair had made his own adjustments to accommodate the creation of The Park three years ago.

Hidden at one side of the castle, the part that overlooked the sea thrashing against the rocks at the bottom of the cliff was an enormous climate controlled glass enclosure.  Inside this enclosure Lord Playfair had cultivated a forest.
It was filled with trees grown from samplings from Aleradus and other Fairy Kingdoms.  A wealth of plant life including ferns and foxgloves decorated the forest in which hidden rock pools were scattered.  There was even a tall waterfall falling heavily in to a river that ran through the enclosure.  He stopped to take a look through the glass panels leaning on the rail for the lower viewing gallery looking up to see some of his men on the upper one discussing preparations for the visiting clients who would be arriving soon.

The enclosure was large and wide enough to house some forest animals and birds including a small herd of deer presided over by a magnificent stag.  The area was purpose built for the hunted female fairy creatures who were kept there naked and confined so that the male visitors could view them comfortable and submissive in their natural habitat and perhaps make a choice to purchase one of them for a wife.

He heard a shrill call ring out signaling anger.  Intrigued he looked up at the smooth grey rocks surrounding the sides of the waterfall in the direction of the sound.  He wanted all of the women on their best behavior.  They were about to have some important visitors arrive.

Another Mirian woman was clearly being naughty and obstructive to the medical technicians who had come to give the nymph her weekly intimate pelvic examination.  The health and the protection of the women in Lord Playfair’s care was of the utmost importance to him.  He was not a cruel Master but he did believe strongly in the discipline of the women.  To his satisfaction the disobedient creature was being shown the error of her ways for refusing to allow the men conduct her examination.

Her wrists and ankles had been cuffed in leather restraints.  She was lying face down on top of the rock her large breasts just about ready for milking squashing in to the surface and doing their best to bulge out from the sides.  Her legs had been bent and pushed backwards to wards her back to meet her wrists that were behind her back.  Each wrist was locked by a small chain threaded through the steel loop on the cuff around them to another on each ankle so that her body was completely restrained and locked down.  There was no escape from punishment.  

The second medical technician was gagging the minx while the first young handsome French dark haired male, Travers took hold of her long red hair and pulled it tight forcing her head up and back.  Lord Playfair was pleased with the robust way the two men were handling the situation.  The girl needed a good sound spanking.


Travers knelt at her side and still with his hand firmly gripping her hair and pulling her head back so that her chest raised from the boulder’s surface, he raised his free hand and brought it down against first one buttock and then the other.  As her body rocked on the second strike exposing her breasts the second medical technician, a good looking blonde young Englishman named Julian slapped his hand across one of her breasts.  The nymph squealed against her gag.  Lord Playfair nodded with approval.  The shockwaves the blow would send through her breast as it filled with milk would encourage more to be produced.  There would be a sharp sting but the nymph was more likely to feel sharp arousal accompanying it.  This would make her milk yield bountiful and further impress upon her the control the men in the castle had over her body and life in the enclosure.

The Mirian were naturally submissive and although a part of her rebelled she would welcome being mastered in to good behavior.  The creature would feel safe and trusting.  It was vital they were disciplined with a spanking regularly for although they were a mischievous species they were also an anxious one and required reassurance from a firm hand.

The two men worked in perfect precision.  The first spanking the nymph with a downward stroke across one buttock then the second whipping his hand across one breast, careful to neatly catch the nipple as he did so.  The action was repeated several times making the nymph bleat against her gag.

Eventually the nymph’s punishment ended and Lord Playfair noticed her blushing pink effused breasts had benefitted from their hand whipping.  They were even more swollen and heavy.  Whipped breasts on a Mirian were a beautiful sight to behold.  The technicians would have to hand milk her when they had finished the pelvic examination.  He decided to wait a little longer and watch to see how they faired.

The technicians undid the bindings on the nymph and turned her over on to her back.  Guy smiled at the tinge of pink to her spanked bottom.  The girl wouldn’t be so quick to be disobedient again.  The stinging burning heat emanating from her flesh would be warming the rock and every time she sat down she would be reminded of her punishment and duly feel shame because of it.  The other nymphs would laugh at her and her submissiveness would be assured.

Julian sat at the top and raised the nymphs arms above her head to hold them down at the wrists and secure her in place.  The other bent her legs and pushed them upwards and out to the sides.  The effect was to open her pussy wide to everyone.  Lord Playfair looked down at one of the colour screens positioned on the rail at various points and turned up the sound.  When any of the employees entered the enclosure they knew they could be observed at any point.  They were also made to wear microphones and discreet cameras.  Lord Playfair wanted his clients to be able to enjoy the erotic and practical workings of The Park.  They expected to be able to choose a fairy creature to bed and possibly breed if not take her for a wife.  The Park was a place where human men could pursue pleasure and their desires as well as a mating ground to repopulate Alderadus.

Lord Playfair focused his eyes on the beautiful aperture in the shape of a long slit.  Each man was duly wearing a camera on their suit jacket.  Travers opened a doctor’s bag to his side and put on some latex gloves.  Out of the bag he also produced a plastic speculum with which to open the woman up and inspect her reproductive organs and some lubricant.  A close eye was kept on the women’s reproductive health.  It was essential the women were kept fertile for the production of healthy children who would one day repopulate Alderadus.

Having learnt her lesson from the spanking she had received, the Mirian nymph kept her legs open allowing Travers to circle her entrance with lubricant and slip his fingers inside her to prepare her for the examination.  After pressing down on her lower stomach to test the organs, the attendant lubricated the end of the speculum and using his fingers on his free hand he prised open the lips of her vagina to expose the entrance to her vaginal cavity.  Lord Playfair looked closely, always fascinated with the depths of a female and her reproductive workings.  He considered them a work of art.  Carefully the Technician inserted the speculum slowly and carefully.

The nymph moaned with discomfort but did not try to reject the insertion and soon the attendant was screwing the apparatus in place.  Now she was wide open he could view the vagina and the uterus.  To Guy it looked healthy with a damp covering of mucus to assist fertilization.  The medical technician used a spatula and small brush to sweep inside the vagina to take a smear just to check that her cells were healthy as well.  If there were any problems or the nymph became ill she could be attended to as soon as possible.

When the test was over the attendant unscrewed the speculum and removed the tight painful apparatus from the nymph’s body.  He gave her sex a gentle pat and smiled at her pleased she had not given him any trouble and had allowed him to internally examine her.  He put the used speculum in a clear plastic bag for disposal and set about his next task, a bimanual examination.

Without hesitation and knowing the nymph was fully lubricated he slipped two of his fingers back up inside her channel reaching as high as they would go and until the pushed at her womb.  As he did so he pressed down on her stomach to check if any of the organs had changed their size indicating a problem.

“All nice and healthy,” Lord Playfair heard his employee say.  

The girl moaned aroused by his two fingers inside her.  The attendant smiled and gently moved them back and forth clearly pleased with her progress.

“That’s a good girl.  Let’s soothe that ache you now have.  A small reward for behaving well,” he grinned at his companion who bent over her head to capture a teat from her breast in to his mouth to suckle and prepare her for milking after they had finished. 

Travers increased the pace of his finger thrust and the nymph began to pant.

“Come, little one.  Let me check how you respond when aroused,” he encouraged.

A second later the pretty delicate nymph cried out and bucked hard against his fingers coming helplessly.  Lord Playfair watched the intensity of her pleasure dance painfully across her features and her wings trying to spread and beat against the rock underneath her.  He watched her slump dazed and stood up from his bent position after watching the scene on the television screen.  Satisfied everything was in hand in the enclosure he decided to move on and check the clinic was ready.

Lord Playfair entered the clinic to make sure all was in order.  He often made visits to key places in the castle before the arrival of clients and thankfully all appeared in order.  A row of suited men sat on comfortable high backed chairs.  Over each lap was a submissive naked fairy woman lying quietly.  One of them was a mermaid.  Her long blonde hair hung to the floor.  Her handsome black eyed attendant, Mark cooed over her stroking her hair and the length of her spine with the tips of his fingers.  He told her,

“Hush, little beauty, you are safe.  I will take care of you,” he soothed smiling down at her. 

On the side of the arm of the chair was attached a small metal platform.  On top of they hygienic metal tray surface sat a steel anal plug.  It was coated thickly in clear lubricant.  Next to it sat an open jar of the lubricant should more be needed.  The women were new arrivals and were being prepared for cleansing with an enema before they were released in to the enclosure.  It was standard practice.

Mark’s fingers lowered to brush over the curve of her bare human bottom protruding enticingly just above her tail.  She had no thighs.  The soft scales began directly under the bottom beautifully framing it.  On the opposite side of her body her sex would be visible just above the top half of the tail with a wide shaven aperture designed for pleasure and mating under water. 

Her fish tail was healthy.  It was a vivid blue green and the scaling was suitably moist.  She could change from tail to legs when she was commanded.  Lord Playfairloved to see them playing in their natural habitat, the water.  It was breathtaking to see them mounted and ridden in the water.  He had done so once.

The young Prince often stole out of his father’s castle to walk in the woods on his own in Alderadus.  One summer evening at twilight he came across a pool seated deep within the woods.  It was evening and the mist hung low over the water’s surface and the moss covered rocks surrounding it.  He stopped to admire the scene and heard singing.

It was a haunting sound that carried on the gentle cool breeze.  Believing it must be a Mermaid he leaned over to look in the water balancing himself on a rock and after a while was rewarded with her appearance.  Her tail flipped upwards and out of the water before she dived down to the bottom of the pool once again.

“Come to me,” he called.

But the Mermaid was to tease him.  Time and time again she rose to the surface to taunt him with a mere glimpse of her presence and soon her laughter left him annoyed.

“Come to me I am the King’s son.  I command it,” he said with haughty indignation she would not answer his call.

Deciding he would not be made a fool of no longer he tore open his shirt and removed his breeches.  Naked he dived in to the pool ready to capture the little minx and teach her the error of her ways.

The Prince was a strong swimmer and could hold his breath for longer than anyone else he knew.  It did not take him long to reach the bottom of the pool.  The Mermaid was swimming around.  She had not expected to find him at the bottom of the pool.  Startled she tried to swim away but he caught hold of her tail and pulled her sharply towards him.

Her long blonde hair moved in the water as she struggled to free herself.  Dominantly he took hold of her arms and trapped them by her sides.  Kicking his legs he propelled them both upwards to the surface of the water.  She cried out the moment they broke through the water.

The Prince gripped her wrists and forced her backwards towards a raised earth bank.  Using his manly strength, he spun her around and lifted her by the waist to deposited her facing downwards on to the bank.  Just the top half of her body and her small bottom were exposed out of the water.  He allowed her tail to remain covered and comfortable.  The Prince remained in the water, his tall frame more than able to accommodate giving her the spanking she deserved from the water.

He caught hold of her arms to pull them behind her back.  With one of his large male palms he held them there and set about the whipping the mermaid’s little plump raised bottom.

“I am the King’s son and when I call for you to come to me, you should do so without question.  I do not tolerate disobedience in any of my subjects,” he informed her bringing his hand down on to her pale flesh.  

The Mermaid squealed and thrashed her tail in the water as he diligently applied the next strike to her opposite buttock.  Again and again he spanked each globe until her skin suffused with a healthy pink colour and she had stopped her wailing.  Now she was compliant and calm, resigned to his domination of her.

“I am sorry, your Highness,” she tried to say.  “I did not know it was you.  I thought you meant to tease me with your title.”

“You lie, little one and for that you will receive some more spanking.”

To surprise the wench the Prince slipped his palm between her legs to cup her pussy.  Raising his hand he carefully and expertly slapped it hard.  The Mermaid bucked and gasped startled that he would dare to spank her there.  The Prince grinned and maintained the quick frequency of his strikes.  

He knew fine well that Mermaids were quickly aroused with a spanking just like most of the Fairy and human women he had come across.  Sure enough he found his hand becoming slick with the thick creamy juice from her sex.  Just the way he wanted her.  Her cries turned in to soft moans and she began to press down on to his hand to meet each slap.  He gave her one more for good measure and then turned her over still keeping her arms together behind her back.  She was breathing hard.  Her small but deliciously pert breasts were heaving on her chest with every agitated breath she took.

“Forgive me, your highness.  I am at your service.  How may I make this slight up to you,” she said looking at him with flushed cheeks and glazed eyes.

The Prince grinned and made her shriek when he suddenly slid her down the bank and pulled her down back in to the water with him.

Keeping tight hold of her arms behind her back he moved close to her so that his now rigid cock brushed her bare shaven pussy under water.  She moaned and pressed her body close inviting him to penetrate her, more than willing to be mounted by the Prince after her spanking.  Moving her closer until the nipples brushed his smooth chest and then squashed against him, he spoke no more and simply guided his long wide penis to the slit above her tail.  

The channel inside the Mermaid was wider.  Once nestled inside the slippery walls he jerked her body by moving his hips in one strong fluid motion to embed himself inside her to the hilt.  Immediately he pulled her down in to the water until their bodies were submerged.

Fully versed in the art of mounting and riding a Mermaid he wrapped his legs around her to hold her body in place and squeezed his hips around her.  The Mermaid’s tail began to move wildly in the water in response to being trapped. The prince used his dominant position to give him the momentum to thrust hard and fast inside her pumping his powerful male hips to execute the feat.  His lips closed over hers as he kissed her hard.

The Mermaid’s channel walls closed tight around him and he realized she was close.  He increased the pace of his thrust expertly stroking the rough back wall of her vagina where he knew the centre of her pleasure dwelt, knowing he could hold his breath a while longer yet.  With triumph he felt her body trying to suck the life from his penis and allowed himself to come strongly spurting his seed up in to the woman’s channel.




Chapter Four


Lord Playfair returned his attention back to the human world.  The man holding the Mermaid over his knee was now opening the crease between her buttocks with one hand and stroking the end of the plug around the small dark puckered opening of her anus.

Shh, little one.  It will be cold at first and will feel strange but I will ease it in gently.”

Looking down, with care Mark began to insert the plug slowly in to her anus.  At first she wriggled and thrashed her tail but the hand holding her buttocks apart raised and slapped her bottom twice.  The Mermaid’s movement ceased immediately and the medical technician restarted his task pushing the plug a little more firmly in to her bottom, forcing her to take it all until it was completely embedded.  This would serve to stretch and lubricate her before the enema could be inserted.

Glancing down the line of seated men he could see another beautiful elven nymph ready to receive her enema.  She had obviously proved difficult because her mouth was gagged with leather and her wrists were bound over her head beneath to the chair legs as were her ankles on the opposite side.  On top of that she wore a leather collar around her throat to which a leash was attached.  Michael held the leash tight forcing her head to raise.  It was all designed to train the woman in to accepting her domination at the Park and prepare her for the rule of her husband.  If the girl was difficult submissive training would be accelerated and sharper measures taken to ensure her safety, to maintain order in the Park and her prospects as a submissive wife for the future.

The technician’s middle finger was inserted deeply in to her anus and was thrusting vigorously in and out.  Her bare bottom was already pink but the attendant suddenly removed his finger and swatted her buttock hard with his hand twice before replacing his lubricated finger and repeating the scenario twice more.

Another attendant approached his chair carrying a tube upon which a nozzle was attached and a bag carrying warm douche.  Michael removed his finger and lowered the leash allowing the elf’s head to drop down.  After taking the tube from the attendant he inserted the end in to the pretty elf’s bottom, feeding it inside her stretched anal cavity inch by inch with care.  Once fully inside he nodded he turned the nozzle and allow the cleansing water to flow in to her anus and through her stomach.

Michael swept one hand underneath her body to cup the front of her stomach.  Lord Playfair watched his hand move as her stomach began to swell with the water.  Another method of training a submissive was to give her a punishment enema and in this case it would be of use in to guiding the elf to accept her body was now controlled.  She would find it easier to accept after the enema.  Soon her stomach would begin to cramp but she would be made to hold the water and wait for the command to release it.

Michael massaged the elf’s stomach to encourage the water to cleanse the stomach ignoring her moans behind the gag at the cramping he was helping to build.

“Hold the water,” Michael demanded removing the tube from her anal entrance.  

He picked up the  freshly lubricated steel plug from the tray fixed to the side of his chair and pushed it back inside her to plug the water.  The elf moaned and wriggled against her bonds as the Michael returned to massage her stomach that was so swollen she appeared as though she were carrying a child.

“Everything is in order, Lord Playfair,” the doctor who ran the clinic was quick to reassure him when he came in to the room.

Guy fastened the button on his suit jacket.

“Yes everything seems to be going well.  When I bring them on the tour we will come here first today.”

“We will be ready,” the attractive man in his middle thirties told him.  “We have just about got through processing today’s delivery and are ready for the second arriving this evening.”

“Good.”

Lord Playfair was preparing to leave when he glanced back at the elf.  She was now being untied.  Michael held her leash and helped her up off his lap.  Then pointing his finger to the floor without saying a word, the elf quickly lowered herself on to all fours.  The young man stood and towered over her naked form majestically pulling her leash tight.  He bent to give her bottom a quick tap with his hand and she began to crawl next to him.  He was taking her to the bathroom to relieve the water in her stomach and complete the cleansing process.

“Walk to heel,” he instructed tugging on her leash and bending to spank one buttock firmly again.

The gagged elf obeyed and with her face creasing in pain from the cramps, she made sure she kept to heel.  They disappeared in to the bathroom and Lord Playfairtook his cue to leave ready to meet and greet his guests.  But Connor was to stop him suddenly appearing at his side.

“Sir, the guests have just disembarked from the boat on to the island but the captain believes there is something suspicious about one of them.  He is more than sure one of them is really a woman masquerading as a man.”

Lord Playfair raised any eyebrow.  Women visitors were banned from the island.  This would prove interesting.  He nodded and grinned.

“If she is then she must be exposed and perhaps taught a lesson.”








Friday, 28 October 2016

His Submissive Housewife




His Submissive Housewife was the first version of one of my big BDSM/Spanking/Billionaire Daddy Dom Romance bestsellers, His with the sexy handsome strict Dominant Russian Billionaire, Nickolai Antonovich.  I hope to have this book published again very soon.  In the meantime check out this version which I am thinking of adapting in to a new story.  Please let me know what you think

Happy Friday!

Arabella




His Submissive Housewife


Ariana sat bolt upright in the bed.  She had been waiting a while and now the man was finally here.  The door opened prompting her to pull the ivory silk sheet to her chest to cover her nakedness beneath it.  It was a coy action, one which probably had no place in the situation but female modesty demanded it.

The handsome dark haired Russian sat on the end of the bed next to her and with a smile tucked his fingers around the top of the sheet.  Slowly he pulled it away and she offered him no resistance as though it were his right to bare her body to his gaze.  His blue green eyes took in the softness and pertness of her milky breasts in the flickering candlelight.  He reached out and circled the tip of his finger around one puckered base of a nipple and Ariana unexpectedly found herself taking a breath.

“I take it you are Nickolai Antonovich,” she questioned breathlessly as the Russian billionaire continued his intimate caress. 

Once again he smiled and Ariana found herself deeply taken in by his handsome smooth masculine features.

‘Yes.  Your sister has explained everything?”

“Once you’ve taken me her debt will be paid and you won’t call the police?” she asked nervously watching the tip of her nipple become painfully taut with his expert touch.

“Not quite.  I want something more.”

“But you said . . .”

“Hush.”

He captured her lips hard, holding the back of her head in a firm grip.  At first she struggled and denied his tongue access but he was persistent.   Her hands pulled at the sleeves of his tuxedo jacket.  But a small pinch of her breast teat between his fingers had her opening her mouth to gasp and he was quick to take advantage, probing his tongue deep.  It wrestled with her own for dominance and easily won the fight.  Ariana felt her sex and her whole body melt with desire at the sheer dominant arrogance of the act and to her horror she began to welcome his powerful control.

Nickolai began to lower her back down in the bed, his lips still crushing against her own.  He caught her arms and placed them above her head.

“I want a lot more from you and if you don’t want your sister to go to prison for her theft from my company then you will agree to be my wife,” he informed her lifting his mouth a little way from hers sweeping his lustful eyes over her pretty porcelain face.

He continued in a seductive dark whisper, “I need to close an important deal with a very traditional man who believes in marriage and a dutiful wife.  If he finds me without an obedient, submissive doting wife the deal will not happen.  I think you would make the perfect submissive housewife I need,” he grinned.

“I have a job, a career . . .”

“Your career is over.  You have no need for one and I have heard that it no longer satisfies you.  My wife will not be allowed to work.  I want her safe at home,” he told her softly yet there was no mistaking the firm command in his tone.

“No, no marriage.  I won’t do that again . . .  I won’t do it,” she said fiercely beginning to struggle.  

“Oh I think you will.  Now let’s get started in making you in to the submissive woman I want and need.  This relationship is going to be good for both of us and it will give you the security you have been craving.”

With quick force that sent Ariana’s head spinning, the Russian turned her over in the bed.  Holding her down by pressing his hand in to the middle of her back he ripped the sheet away from her body exposing her bare bottom to his gaze.

“I think we will start with a good sound spanking which will deter you from disobeying me again.  Don’t worry I will be giving your sister one before I leave as well.  Now let’s colour your buttocks a healthy hot pink.”

Ariana could hear the cruel amusement in his voice but she noticed apart from her anger she was feeling arousal at the idea of being spanked like a naughty little girl.  Furious with herself she dismissed the thought and fought all the harder.

“I won’t marry you.  No way.  Let me go.  You wouldn’t dare spank me.”

But the first stinging blow of his strong masculine hand firmly slapping at her bottom told her otherwise. 

The strikes came hard and fast giving her a taste of the new life she was to begin with her Russian Master and husband.  Every expertly aimed strike of her buttocks sent them jumping and quivering with pain.  Outwardly she yelped and cried out with every punishing wobble of her plump juicy flesh, inwardly cursing her sister for stealing from her employer to feed her addiction to material goods. 

Even though their father was a Lord and still owned the family seat, it took all of his meager wealth in its upkeep.  He had been unable to help out his daughter when she asked him to help her repay the debt.  He also believed that being taken to the police and shamed for her action would do her good.  Louisa had been horrified knowing she would probably find herself spending some time in prison for her crime.  But Nickolai had surprised her by offering her an alternative.

He wanted to bed her sister and the part Louisa had left out for Ariana was that he also wanted to marry her.  She’d been so eager to help and protect her sister even though the woman continuously got everything she needed and always ruined it with her reckless behavior.  Life so far, had been a struggle for Ariana, especially her marriage.  She was just getting back on her feet after the painful divorce and her crazy ex husband’s stalking and now she was yet again bailing her younger sister out and offering herself as a sacrifice.

Maybe Dad was right.  You should start owning your mistakes, paying for them and learning from the experience like everyone else. 

She felt glad that her sister was to receive the same humiliating fate and she hoped she got to witness it.

Ariana had put it to the back of her mind, tried to tell herself it wasn’t happening but the more Nickolai wielded his firm spanking hand the more moist she became between her soft succulent pussy lips.

She howled when the Russian turned his attention to the tender backs of her thighs.  Heat was already flaring across her buttocks and now it had spread to her thighs.  The angry yelps and howls she made turned in to heavy sobs.  Yet the stronger the pain the more desire flamed.  The sound of her spanking echoed loudly around the room and bounced off the walls.  No doubt her sister and her boyfriend were listening and probably sniggering.  It made her kick her heels down on the bed in a temper.

“If you do not learn to curb your temper, dear future wife, I will take my belt to your bottom,” he said in a dark seductive menacing voice.

It wasn’t just how he said it but what he said.  The idea thrilled her to the core and the fierce heat stinging her bare bottom flushed against her cheeks at the thought.  She saw herself on all fours, her bottom raised, her hands bound behind her back, her body encased in rope with only her buttocks free for spanking or perhaps whipping.

Ariana had seen an erotic picture somewhere on the internet of a bound woman awaiting a spanking, awaiting her punishment from Sir on her bed.  Her bottom was raised and thrust out provocatively with the visible components of her sex hanging ripe and lush between her thighs.  The man in the picture Ariana now replaced with Nickolai in his tuxedo in her mind, raised the end of his belt and prepared to strike it against her pale vulnerable bare bottom. 

Ariana had been appalled at the time that a woman would allow herself to be subjected to such treatment by her spouse but now the image entered her mind freely, unhindered by guilt.  It was lust and the painful recognition that she wanted, no needed to be submissive to any man who loved her enough to take on the task of lovingly mastering and protecting her in marriage. The terrible truth after her experience with Michael made her cry all the harder.  What was she becoming?  Why was the Russian businessman having such an effect on her mind as well as her body?

Nickolai struck her thighs harder and she stopped her kicking.

“Good girl.  I think that should do it.  You seem a lot quieter now and accepting.  Get the emotion out.  A spanking can be very cathartic and from what I hear from your sister, you have had a lot of problems to deal with recently.  She says you are a very stubborn woman who keeps all of her pain inside.  I will make you change that.  I want my wife to be happy, carefree, safe and open.  I will make sure she will want for nothing,” he whispered surprising her from her sobbing when he bent and brushed his lips across one of her buttocks and then beat a trail of sweet gentle kisses to the base of her spine to soothe and cool the heat pulsing from her bottom.

It was tender almost loving and his words made her soften.  Michael had never talked to her that way.  Her marriage to him had been frightening and she had quickly learnt to be guarded and on alert or she would pay a heavy price. 

Nicolai appeared to want to trace every part of her body.  The tips of his fingers followed the curve of her buttocks and up the side of her body to the swell of her breasts, the front of which were squashed against the bed.  The small irritated voice in her head that rebuked her so coldly for being taken in by his gentleness after he had soundly disciplined her behavior, told her he was checking out the goods he’d just bought.

Hurt by the cruelty of her own thoughts she tried to shy from his touch and move away across the bed.  But he was quick to react.  Ariana let out a gasp when Nickolaireached underneath her body and tightly cupped her sex, gripping at the nesting triangle of dark curls to prevent her movement and hold her in place on the bed.

“Now, now, darling, don’t turn coy on me.  I expect obedience.  I am a fair man but if you try me you will find yourself over my knee, your panties forever around your ankles and your bottom stinging from my hand.”

Her wetness pressed against his palm.  There was no opportunity to hide her arousal.  Even though she was lying face down on the bed she could just feel him grinning with his dominance.  A mixture of anger and a strange desire to test the bond he imposed upon her sex seized her and she struggled trying to turn herself over on the bed.  Her nipples scraped against the silken sheet and her stomach pressed down on the bed only serving to intensify the sensitive heat beginning to throb and ache in her pussy.  

She heard Nickolai lightly chuckle amused by her movement.  The hold on her pussy tightened and pressed hard against her clit.  Ariana bit her lip feeling pleasure soar in the pit of her stomach.

“So wet, darling and yet you still continue to test me.  I have to confess I like it.  I appreciate a feisty female nature,” he laughed again.  “It makes it all the more satisfying when I tame it.”

Suddenly his arm wound around her waist and still keeping his hand in place over her pussy he lifted her easily from the bed and turned her over on to her back.

With quick precision he cupped one of her breasts and pinched sharply at the teat to hold her back in place and with the other he undid his bow tie.  Ariana yelped and struggled in vain.  The more he touched her, the more he handled her robustly, the more she wanted him inside her, taming her very core.  But still she fought against it even though she was desperate to give in to his demands.  When he wound the bow tie between her lips to silence her cursing she thought she might burst with need.  But Nickolai was not to stop there.

He stood quickly and undid his belt buckle.  For a moment Ariana wondered if he might whip her bottom with it but instead he caught her wrists and wound it around them.  The length that was left he fixed to around the wrought iron bedhead.  Now bound and gagged she was helpless and in the power of the dominant Russian.

He leaned over her and trailed his finger around her breast then allowed it to move down between her cleavage to her sex.  He stopped it just outside her pussy, twirling it around one of the tight black curls.

“I am not going to hurt you.  The deal was that I got to fuck you and for you to be my wife.  I can end this now and walk away.  Your sister will be prosecuted but you will be free.  The choice is yours,” his words were stark and bore heavy resolve and authority.

They were a contrast to the caressing way he spoke to her next, dipping his fingers in to her pussy to stroke the small bud begging for his touch.  Ariana gasped and panted against her gag.

“I know you want me.  Your wetness tells me that.  But if you decide to go ahead you will be made to know my power and I will have your obedience.  Every request I make of you will be honored.  I will make sure of that even if I have to keep you tied to your bed taking you over and over again until you and your desire can take no more and I have fucked you in to submission.”

Nickolai rotated his middle finger around the entrance to her slickening channel and then slowly began to tease Ariana by inserting just the tip in to the tunnel.  Desperate she bucked against him wanting to feel the first full thrust of his finger.  But he was to cruelly deny her.

Ariana thought about her sister.  Louisa had stolen a million from Nickolai.  The judge in a court case would come down heavily on her.  She was a fragile delicate flower and prison would break her.  Ariana couldn’t let it happen.  But marriage?  Michael had hurt her so badly she was afraid it would happen again even if it was only for convenience.

Nickolai interrupted her conflicted thoughts when he bent to caress his lips over the tip of her clit.  Involuntarily she bucked upwards trying to insert it in to his mouth.  But he was to chuckle and move away continuing his taunting teasing caress of her vaginal entrance.  It felt like torture.

“I will keep you safe from him.  He won’t find you and even if he does he will never be allowed to hurt you again.  Your security from the man who raped and killed your unborn child is assured with my protection,” there was fierce determination in his voice that Ariana clung to when she felt gentle tears of pain seep from her eyes.  “I researched your background well and I know all about your hurtful past.  There is nothing you can hide from me.  As I said, you will want for nothing as my wife.  When I wed you it will be for life.  There will be no escape from our marriage.  I do not believe in divorce.  Even if we do not fall in love, I will be able to give you the child you desire and an heir for my empire.  Now answer me,” he said softly.

Ariana felt the warmth of the sincerity in his words.  This man could have had any woman.  His affairs with women were legendary but he wanted her.  Dare she take him up on his offer and feel the security.  He would be unfaithful she considered.  She had no doubt of it.  The marriage would be a business deal.  But was the need to be safe from a man who constantly hunted and tormented her worth the sacrifice?  There was no other decision to be made.

Nickolai stretched over her naked form and gently pulled down the gag.  HIs eyes bored in to hers and for a moment she saw concern in them for her.

‘What do you say?”

“Yes.  I will be your wife.”

Slowly his lips lifted in to a gentle smile and relief flooded his eyes.  He brushed his lips over hers and wiped away her tears.

“I am glad you have accepted my proposal, Ariana.  Now for pleasure.”

When he looked at her again his eyes were full of desire.  The finger he still held in her pussy pushed upwards hard and sharp inside her channel.  She cried out with delight but he was to silence it by replacing the gag.

‘It’s time I mounted you and made you mine for life, katyonak.”