Dark Desires Box Set: BWWM Historical Interracial BDSM Taboo Victorian Historical Erotica

by N. J Ross

  ‘Shut your trap, woman, you’ll speak only when spoken to, do you understand?’ The red headed woman nodded, silent now, and then looked down at the ground. Then, a figure emerged from the left. It was a man, as naked as the women. I saw him from behind and looked his body up and down. It was incredible to behold. He was muscular and tall, and there was something beautiful about his form, something elegant about the way he moved. That’s when I noticed that he was holding something. It looked a little like a riding crop. It was black and most certainly made from leather, I could almost feel it in my hand. The man played with the object, swishing it through the air a little, from side to side.

  ‘So, you snivelling wretch,’ he said, walking towards the red-headed woman, ‘you want me to do you next do you?’ He turned slightly to the right, and, although it was difficult to see because of the way the room was lit, I felt as though something long and hard suddenly jutted out from his stomach. Then he turned again and held the far end of the riding crop in his other hand. ‘Well,’ he said, ‘if that’s what you want.’

  He brought the crop back and, with a cruel flick of his wrist, he slapped the flat leather into the inner thigh of the red-headed woman. She screamed and then, as if trying to control herself, she was silent.

  ‘Good girl,’ he said, ‘you’re learning control so well.’ Then, he hit her again. She moaned a high-pitched squeal, then she splayed her legs even further apart her. She wanted this.

  ‘Please sir, your meat, push it in me,’ she started to say, but he whipped her flesh from side to side, leaving little red lines on the soft flesh of her thighs. Then he turned to look at the other woman. That’s when I realised - it was Baron Logan! Somehow I’d known it was him, but seeing him like this suddenly made me come over all funny. I pulled up my skirt and pulled down my undergarment and then, unable to resist, I pushed a finger up into myself. I pushed a second the next time he hit her. Then, every time he struck her, I fucked myself, feeling the raw sexual power of this room start to take over my good sense. Then, without meaning to, as my probing fingers explored the nub of tingling flesh at the top of my little cunny, I let out the tiniest, softest little moan.

  ‘Who’s there? Come out you wretch, you’ve had your eyeful, now it’s time for you to take your punishment!’ Before I had a chance to react, the Baron turned to the door and had opened it. That’s when I saw his meat. Huge and fat and pointed straight at my head.

  ‘Harmony,’ said Logan, ‘well, well. I’m afraid this is not good news for you, young lady.’

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