Arabella Kingsley

Every time he used that firm tone with me I could feel myself melt.

Jason Alexander surveyed his schedule for the day with his haunted black eyes, leaning his tall athletic frame back in his chair behind his desk he ran his hand through his short dark hair with a sigh.

We worked in unison building her pleasure to distraction. Her body strained to move on its bonds.

Eventually she became more comfortable with him watching and she started to lose herself in her pleasure, gently moaning with her own touch.

More screams and cries rang out in the forest scattering the birds. He had to get to her before she disappeared like the rest of the women.

He wishes he could reassure her more but to do so would be telling her the truth, then she might not rate him as worthy of her trust at all.

He started to walk towards her, his vile fingers outstretched to take her hand. My heart began to pound with fear for her. I shouted out a fierce warning to him, ‘Do not touch her or so help me I will kill you.’

The room illuminated once more. This time it was stronger. Everything had become visible as though it were daylight. Her jaw clenched.

Maxim walked briskly to the stable situated at the side of The Chateau’s Main Building. It was 5 PM and the sun was lowering in the sky casting cool shadows around the grounds, heralding the approach of early evening.

“Maybe next time you can come and confront me yourself instead of putting your wife at risk,” he told James Sumner in between the thwack of his hand against Drew’s buttocks.

My whole form was scorched in flames and I had the strange sensation of feeling at one with Gabriel as though two halves had been joined back together.

I folded the belt over and pulled it taut before I stood a little to the side to obtain the perfect aim.

Brandon’s fingers caressed my cheek as we stepped out of the Gare Du Nord station in Paris in to the evening sunlight. “I can make the choice for you, if you wish,” he suggested in a soothing voice.

Dylan simply held his finger there for a moment allowing her to get used to his dominance guiding her in to surrender but the girl was stubborn and remained silent.

To Zepar there was nothing more intoxicating than the taste of a female.

She stared at him, eyes wide as he moved the crop to the second breast and suddenly struck it with the whip. Another cry came from her lips but this time there was a startled aroused tone to it.

He needed her to be happy and content she belonged to him, accepting of his rule before they took the next step.

The woman needed taming and to be taught not to be frightened of surrendering to her own needs and desires without shame. Time to crack that defensive armour she placed around herself and lay her bare and vulnerable.