Lady in Bondage
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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: The #1 Bestselling Author of Submission--BDSM in the Classic Tradition! Alone and naive, the Lady's of the House of Philbrook seek their place in a world where men dominate and the Aristocracy have secrets that are never spoken of in the light of day. The death of her husband of twenty years leaves her at the mercy of her husband's partner, Lord Michael. A member of the notorious Flagellation Society, Lord Michael initiates the women into a new life where men seek pleasure from their bodies and enforced bondage is the method of training. Powerone combines his unique style and rich details with classic erotica to bring you this haunting tale of the Lady in Bondage.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: July 2007
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [270 KB]
Reading time: 194-272 min.
CHAPTER 1 The Wedding
Lady Charlotte thought about happier times, the sudden death of her husband leaving her depressed and fearful of her future existence and that of her twin girls Anna and Jenna. It was twenty years almost to the day, married to Lord Henry Philbrook, one of the most successful men in the county. The only man more successful was his partner, Lord Michael Granville. She had married into the aristocracy, her impoverished past swept aside by her beauty. Lord Henry Philbrook was a mild-mannered man, not especially handsome but he succeeded in spite of his submissive manner, his partner Lord Michael Granville more than made up for Henry's faults. Together they had succeeded where each would have failed alone.
The wedding of Lady Charlotte and Lord Henry Philbrook was a grand affair, the county turned out in record numbers to see the lovely girl that married such an eligible bachelor. That night, Lord Henry Philbrook claimed his prize, the coveted virginity of his bride, her youthful body under his as he took out his pent up lust on his new wife. Lady Charlotte endured his hurried rutting, her insides bathed with his hot sex juice before she felt even a hint of arousal. And their sex life never got better, the only pleasure Lady Charlotte received in life was induced with her own fingers. But she loved her husband and vowed to honor him and their sacred covenant of marriage.
From the day of their wedding, Lord Michael looked at his partner's wife with lust in his heart. Lord Michael considered himself quite the ladies man. His wealth and his dominant personality made many a maiden fawn over him, offering up their naked charms to his every perverse whim. He took his lust from them, but none ever entered his heart. Lady Charlotte was different, the first time he saw her, her beauty took his breath away. He could smell her innocence, his rigid member rising up as his mind conjured up ways to get her naked body into his bed. She was only nineteen at the time of the wedding, ten years his junior, but the voluptuous beauty inflamed his unbridled lust. At five feet six, her mane of long auburn hair hung sexily down her back, Lord Michael imagining her naked, her long tresses hiding her bare breasts, a peek of a nipple protruding unashamed from behind the silky hair. She was slim and supple, her thighs round and resilient, her buttocks tightly set and firm. But what enthralled him most to her body were the perfect pear shaped breasts that heaved beneath the tight fitting bodice of her wedding dress, pushed up and exposing a generous amount of naked cleavage to his wandering eyes. The gold cross hung between her cleavage as if beckoning all eyes to feast on her naked flesh. Her skin was alabaster, Lord Michael imagining the dark foliage between her legs highlighted against her pale skin.
Lady Charlotte smiled at Lord Michael, enduring his lustful gazes at her body. Her husband, Lord Henry had already warned her of him, making sure that she knew of the delicate line the two men straddled, Lord Michael controlling the business, Lord Henry careful not to cross his partner and risk his financial success.
Lord Michael smiled lustily at the beautiful bride, wishing he lived in the days when the Lords had the right to bed the newly married brides before their honeymoon, indoctrinating them into the more perverse forms of sexual gratification as the Lords took their precious virginities. They would be sent home to their husbands, their mouths, their cunts and their anuses all thoroughly penetrated by the Lord's rock hard erection, taught to service their Master's prick until he spurted his seed into their orifices. He watched Lady Charlotte's full lips curl back as she faked the smile for his benefit, his member thickening at the thought of forcing those lovely lips around his member. "My partner has married the most beautiful woman in the land."
"Thank you Lord Michael. You make me blush with embarrassment." He was looking at her strangely, his eyes dancing up and down her body as if he could see her naked body beneath the dress.
"May I have this dance?" His arms were already reaching out for her body, the scent of sweet flowers emanating from her body. He didn't wait for an answer, his hand sliding easily around her slim waist, pulling her body next to him.
He took her before she could even accept, Lady Charlotte accepting his domination with dread and fear. His hand drew her body up against him as he glided with her to the music, amazingly adept at dancing. She felt her body being maneuvered to the other side of the dance floor, into the darkness. His hand slid lower down over her hips, Lady Charlotte's slim hand sliding over his, but failing to deter it as it slid back to cup her buttocks unashamedly. "Please Lord Michael," she begged. "I'm a married woman," she pleaded without success.
Hearing his name coming from her sweet lips only inflamed his lust for her, his hands gripping her firm buttocks, driving her loins against his throbbing member. As he swept her into the darkness of the far side of the dance floor, his hips began to move, his thick shaft rubbing sensuously against her silky mound. He nuzzled her neck, his lips tasting the sweet fragrance of her perfume as he planted tender wet kisses on her neck. He felt her struggle, interpreting her movements as her lust for him, not her fear, never believing that any girl would fail to succumb to his sexual power. He was ready to rip the clothes from her body, feeling her body surrender to his lust. He didn't care about his partner, he only coveted his wife.
It shocked her the way he was taking advantage of her, Lord Michael's hands grasping her buttocks lustily, feeling his thick member pushing against her virginal mound, his panting in her ear as he licked her neck beyond what a married woman should endure from a man that was not her husband. She pulled back from his grip, turning sideways, slapping his face with the flat of her hand. She saw the shocked look on his face before she turned and ran from him, never looking back.
Lord Henry saw his wife approaching, her breathing ragged as if she had been running. "Are you all right my precious wife?"
She tried to calm down, not wanting to damage the fragile relationship he had with his partner. "It is just you my husband. You take my breath away each time I see you." She smiled shyly and whispered into his ear. "I quiver at the thought of you taking my innocence tonight. I can't even imagine your proud member entering my maidenhood, making me forever yours." She reached down and coyly touched his shaft, running her hand along it before she moved her hand away in feigned shock from its large size.
Lord Henry thought he would spend when she touched him, igniting a lust that only her naked body could extinguish. He wished all the guests would leave so he could take his wife to their bed chambers and he could sate his lust upon her. Their moment was broken by the voice of his partner, Lord Michael.
"Your wife is an excellent dancer," staring at Lady Charlotte as if nothing had happened. He could see her flushed look on her face. Had she been aroused by his advances? Did she slap him only to protect her virtue? He vowed that from this day forward, he would do everything to make this lovely girl his. It was a sin to covet thy neighbor's wife, but his lust overpowered all common sense. While he might partake of the pleasures of other women to satisfy his lust, he would always be thinking of Lady Charlotte.
"Thank you Lord Michael," smiling demurely. "Please husband, I am thirsty from all the dancing. Take me to get something to wet my lips." She had to get away from Lord Michael, gazing down to see his member pushing out the front of his trousers, blushing as she did.
"Excuse me, my wife needs my attention." Lord Henry whisked his wife away, glad that he was alone with her.