Under Two Masters
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by Passion St. John
Description: Passion St John is the master of passion as well as domination. In this novel,a young bride is in for a rude awakening on her wedding night. She finds the caring man she has been courting is suddenly transformed into a sexual monster, craving her total compliance and submission as he exacts up on her his every fantasy. This is extremely erotic, contains scenes of domination, bondage and spanking as well as a lot of very explicit sexual activity. In fact, you have to wonder if the author is one of the characters, such is the content and the passion behind every scene. A true masterpiece from a truly masterful author.
eBook Publisher: Fiction4All/Scorcher,
eBookwise Release Date: April 2011
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [126 KB]
Reading time: 86-120 min.
Albert watched the clock. Soon he would have her. He would not have to put up with her simpering virgin smiles any longer. No longer would he have to play the interested suitor. He would strip her; he would mark her perfect flesh; she would become his toy. He had patiently stalked her like prey.
Never had she realized when they danced that in his mind he had her tied to a post flogging her, or when he read her poetry in that hideous eyesore of a home, that he could imagine her naked at his feet, pleading for him to spare her more punishment. For six endless months he had played the game of courtship, always wearing the face of gentle love while raping her in his mind. She was his and nothing would stop him now.
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Amy stood in front of the mirror, brushing her long brown hair into smooth curls. She wore the beautiful white gown her aunt had insisted upon and only hoped that her husband would find it as lovely as she did. Husband. She stopped brushing her hair and looked at the new gold band on her finger. It all seemed so strange to think that she was married. Tonight was her wedding night; tonight was her first night at sea. She was filled with such excitement. Aunt Heddie said that it would hurt at first, but it could be pleasant later. She had overheard other women discuss the pleasures of married life and of lovers. She hoped that Albert would be gentle, that he would also be her lover. He had been so good to her while they courted. Surely nothing unpleasant could happen tonight.
She wondered when Albert would return from the ship's smoking room. Even now the ship was steaming toward her new home in England. Aunt Heddie was her only family left and not in good health. For many years, Amy had longed for more family, for holidays not spent in dreary, closed-up rooms. She looked forward to her new life, imagining parties with society, the beautiful manor that Albert had described to her, and eventually, children of her own. It was a good match. Albert could provide her with security, love and a family; she brought with her a large inheritance to help with his estates. She felt a moment's pang. Albert had come to America with his twin brother James. She actually felt more attracted to him, but Aunt Heddie had insisted that she set her sights for Albert. Albert had the title while James was just the younger brother.
"Will there be anything else, your Ladyship?" the young freckle-faced maid asked, carrying the damp towels from Amy's bath.
"No," Amy struggled to remember her name, "No, Jane. That will be all until morning."
The girl curtsied and left. Amy took a deep breath and decided to sit in the wing chair to wait. It did not feel any different being married, but it did feel different to be called Ladyship, or Lady Hawthorne.
She picked up the book of poetry she had packed and was leafing through it when the door opened. Albert stepped in and shut the door.
Amy stood and smoothed the thin cotton gown nervously and smiled at him, blushing to be so indecent in front of a man. Her smile faded as he kept staring, his gaze cold.
"Do you like it, Albert?" she ventured shyly.
"Yes, very suitable for a young virgin bride," he began to remove his waistcoat as he walked around her, inspecting her. "Take it off."
"Off?" Amy blinked. Aunt Heddie had told her to be modest even in the presence of her husband.
"OFF!" he barked, tossing the waistcoat to a chair, and then removing his tie and collar. "You are my wife and I will see what I have gotten. Take it off, or I will rip it off of you."
Amy trembled at the cold anger. He had never raised his voice to her before.
"Of course, Albert," her hands shook as she removed the gown and carefully laid it on the bed. Nervously, she covered herself with her hands, unable to quite meet his eyes.
She saw him move closer, walking around her again. Amy was completely unprepared for the rough movement as he grabbed her arms from behind and tightly bound her wrists together with his tie.
"What are you doing?" she tried to turn around, but he grabbed her long loose hair and pulled it until she was bent backwards like a bow, unable to move without pain.
"You will obey me and you will obey me quickly," he hissed in her ear, "You will never cover yourself in my presence unless I have told you that you may. Do you understand this?"
"Yes," she whimpered in pain, "Please, Albert, you are hurting me!"
He laughed, shoving her toward the bed. Unable to catch herself, she landed face down on the bed. He moved quickly, retrieving from his trunk a rod with a leather cuff on each end. Her confused struggles were no match for his strength. In moments the device obscenely parted her legs.
Albert sat on the bed next to her, petting her long hair soothingly, "Now, Amy, it is time for you to learn a few rules you will follow as my wife. I already discussed the first two with you. You will always promptly obey me and you will not cover yourself in my presence. The third rule, you will never speak back to me. You will address me in public as My Lord. In our home, you will address me as Master."
Amy trembled under the soft petting that belied the cold words, "Master?" Her tone held the question of disbelief.
"Sarah called Abraham 'Master.' Is the Bible not good enough for you?" his fingers tightened in her hair.
"It is fine," she hurriedly assured him. Still the fingers tightened and pulled painfully.
"It is fine, what?" his voice was ice that chilled her soul.
"It is fine, Master," tears of fear filled her eyes.
The fingers in her hair loosened and the petting continued. Amy blinked back tears. What had she done to anger him? Marriage was not supposed to be like this. Her husband had rights over her body, but not like this. She tried to wiggle free of the bonds, but she was secured.
"Please, M-Master," she stumbled over the name, "Why are you doing this?"
He stood and moved across the stateroom, "I think you need a lesson on the fact that as your husband, I am your Lord and Master."
He came back to her and pulled her head back with her hair, forcing something into her mouth. With deft fingers he fastened the strap at the back of her head. Amy fought the hard cloth ball that filled her mouth, but the strap held it fast. She began to scream, but the cloth muffled the sound to a level that would not carry beyond the stateroom.
Terror began to fill her. This could not be happening. Albert had always been gentle and kind to her. Not once had he taken advantage of her, and now this? Surely he would free her and there would be some explanation.
Albert stood at the foot of the bed and watched with dark delight at the sight of his naked struggling wife. She was far lovelier than he had imagined. While she was not a striking beauty, her pale skin would hold the marks he planned so well. Her fear was intoxicating. He doubted that she had ever been spanked in her life, let alone imagined what he had planned for her tonight.
He took the leather razor strap from the wall and waited. He waited until she stopped wiggling. He could almost hear her thinking that this was some disturbing game. He had not really hurt her -- yet. The anticipation of her pain made him begin to harden.
With a sardonic smile, he leaned over her, speaking in a gentle voice, playing with her mind, "I'll let you up now. I was just joking." Her body relaxed and he laughed deeply, lifting the strap in the air.
With a skill that showed hours of practice he brought the strap down across the smooth heart-shaped posterior. Her muffled scream was like a shot of an opiate to him and he gave her another stroke. Ah, yes, the red mark blossomed on her skin. He moved the next blow to the sensitive skin of her upper thighs. After several more hard strokes of the strap he sat by her head and petted her again.
"See, I am your Master, am I not?"
She nodded frantically, her plain brown eyes glistening with tears and fear.
He smiled at the sight of her distress. She was going to provide him with hours of pleasure. It might even make the dull trip home a bit interesting.
"Good, now my Chattel, I am going to continue to beat you as it pleases me to do so. Think of it as punishment for speaking back to me, for covering yourself, for not obeying quickly."
He laughed at her muffled cry of pure distress and went to the trunk again. Winston had packed all the tools that he had requested. Lovingly, he removed the leather flogger.
Amy lay helpless before him, a canvass for his best work. It was his wedding night and he planned to make the most of it. Albert began a steady, smooth stroke across her back, buttocks and thighs until her whole body glowed with the redness of pain.
He took a break, sipping cognac and watching her sob into the bed. Refreshed, he removed his shirt and trousers and stood in his small clothes. The bed was big enough that he only needed to roll her over to get her facing up.
One look at those fear-filled eyes wet with tears and he almost came then and there. Her breasts were full and pert, delightfully topping her narrow waist. He would have to look at her corsets. He wanted to be sure she was wearing ones that would please him best, when he allowed her to wear anything at all.
"Have you learned your lesson, Wife?" he asked sweetly. Her frantic nodding made him smile. He shook his head, glorying as the brief light of hope in her eyes faded to renewed fear.
"I am only half done with your punishment. I have these to whip too," her caressed her breasts with the whip, teasing them each until her dark nipples stood hard despite her fear.
When he felt she was ready, he began the same steady strokes of the flogger. Her screams, still muffled, were shaper than before and she wiggled and jiggled more. By the time her breasts were as red as her backside, he was ready himself.
He stepped out of the small clothes and knelt above her. With no tenderness he checked to see if she was wet or not. She was adequately lubricated for his needs.
Positioning himself at her entrance, he began a slow penetration, his own eyes closed at the pleasure of having something so tight wrap around him. Her whimpers of fear and pain, muffled by the gag were soft and pleasing to him. He imagined her as begging, pleading for more pain. The power was intoxicating and her helplessness to prevent anything that he desired to do to her was the key.
Albert grabbed a breast in each hand and began to squeeze them tightly, feeling her body squeeze even tighter around him. He thrust hard, feeling the resistance give and began a hard cadence on her body. The pleasure of her around him was so great that he began to stroke even harder, feeling him press in against her womb. He loved how his grunts of pleasure mingled with the stifled sounds of her terror and pain. He wanted to be sure that she never forgot this night.
He came deep inside of her with great personal satisfaction. When he was done, he rose and cleaned the blood from his cock and looked back at his wife. She lay there, bound, spread and stunned at the force he had used. Just looking at her helplessness made him want to hurt her more, to use her body again and again.
Albert returned to the chest and looked for his next toy. The night was still very young.