Dark Romance Novel - Submission + Taken + 1 Mystery books Bundle Set (A Dark Romance Series Novel)

by Veronica Cane

  "This must hurt you a lot." The doctor said, with sympathy in her voice.

  "Yes, a bit. Today, it's hurting almost as much as the first day." I admitted.

  The doctor finished with my back and asked me to turn around.

  "Nice rings." She said examining my nipple piercings. "They are recent too, right?"

  "About a week, more or less, I've lost track of time."

  "They look very well, so far and the antibiotics will prevent anything." She continued to examine my breasts, looking at the old bruises and making sure there was no hidden damage. Then she asked me to put my legs on the support, for her to proceed to the gynecologist exam. "Uhmm, there's an infection here as well. You'll need some ovules to attack this one." She took a sample for cytology, and proceeded to do an ultrasound. "Other than that, there's no sign of anything else." She concluded, as she helped me up from the table, and I put on the bathrobe.

  "Thank you, doctor." We returned to the office, and after picking a couple of bottles from a cabinet, she took a seat on her desk and handed me the bottles.

  "Those are the medicines you'll need. They have the instructions on the label, and you must come back tomorrow to clean those wounds again." She warned her.

  "Thank you, doctor." I got up and left the office just to find Prince Ali still there, obviously waiting for me.

  "Are you ready?" he asked me, showing concern in his eyes.

  "Yes, Sir, I already have my medicines."

  "Good, let's go back to your room." We said goodbye to the nurse and returned upstairs to my room.

  Once there, the first thing that he did was to remove my bathrobe to see for himself the extent of my wounds. His grunts of rage seemed to become louder for each new bruise that he discovered. "He branded you with a hot iron?" his question was almost a shout, and I shuddered.

  "Yes, Sir."

  "Did you let him do this to you?" he asked again.

  "No, Sir, I would have never accepted a thing like that." I answered, with the truth. The last thing I needed was for him to decide to brand me too.

  "And even so, he did it?"

  "He never asked me anything, and even if I refused, he would do it anyway."

  He remained in silence for a few moments. "Would you like to have it removed?" he asked, apparently more calmed.

  "Is it possible?" I asked, considering it. But there was no doubt in my mind. Of course I would like to have it removed.

  "Yes, of course it's possible. Would you like that?"

  "Yes, Sir, I would like that."

  "Good, I'll arrange it then." He helped me to put on the bathrobe back on. "You should get some rest." He turned me around for me to face him.

  "I'll be away for a few days. I have some business to take care of. While I'm away, you must follow the doctor's instructions and rest as much as you can. Here you're safe, no one can access this citadel without my permission, so you have nothing to worry about." He said, leaning over me and laying a gentle kiss over my forehead. "Rashid will stay and you can trust him with anything."

  "Thank you, Sir." Somehow, his departure didn’t make me happy, but it would give me time to rest and heal.

  "I'll call as often as I can to check on you. I'm sending Rashid a few books I want you to read. They will give you an honest insight of the BDSM world, and will teach you the rules most of us follow."

  "That would be nice, Sir."

  He kissed both my cheeks and left me alone in my room.

  Like he said, a few minutes later Rashid visited me, with a good pile of books. I have to admit I have never been much of a reader, but maybe I should put a special interest in this.

  At mid afternoon I was tired of resting and bored to the bone. I dropped the book I had been reading and decided I would go for a walk in the gardens. Not that the book wasn’t interesting, I just needed fresh air.

  Rashid, who became my shadow every time I stepped out of my room, accompanied me and it was fun.

  And so went the days. Prince Ali called every night and demanded a summary of my daily actions, before commenting on the book I would be currently reading.

  After a week of taking the medicines the doctor had given me, I was feeling great. Prince Ali had been right about the books, they helped me understand the world Devlin had shoved me in, even when his view of that world was completely distorted and was pure evil.

  But did I really want to stay in this world? I wasn’t sure. But I doubted I would be given much choice, at least in that subject.

  In the afternoon of the seventh day, I was taking a long bath in the Jacuzzi, enjoying the bubbles swirling around my almost naked body, my eyes closed, headphones on so I could listen to my favorite music, my face showing pure bliss, when something disturbed my peace.

  My eyes flipped open in time to see Prince Ali towering over me. In less than a second, he pulled out my headphones, throwing them to the floor, and cradled my face to claim a wild, passionate kiss from my lips.

  His hands traveled down to the bra of my bikini and trashed it, exposing my breasts to his eager touch.

  "I need you." He whispered in my ear, his fingers setting my skin on fire as his mouth kept me hooked to him, my mind wrapped in a swirl of emotions.

  He kneaded roughly at my breast, giving special attention to my nipples, as he squeezed them hard, between his fingers, pulling them, playing with my rings, making shots of pain rushing through my body to crash into the waves of pleasure his mouth created, as he trailed from my mouth to my ears, my neck and my shoulders.

  I could feel his big, hard cock pushing against my stomach, just moments before he flipped me round and trashed my thong, his cock already resting at my pussy, his hands clawed at my hips.

  One single thrust and he was deep inside me, his cock stretching my walls, making way for him, before he started to shove it in and out of me. His grunts matched my moans, and my body shuddered as inch by inch I approached the edge.

  A sharp blow from his hand to my ass made me gasp for air, as he followed it with a strong thrust inside me, alternating slaps and thrusts, making a sweet mixture of pain and pleasure that I was unable to tell where one started and the other finished.

  "Please…" I begged, not even sure what I was begging for.

  But I guessed he did. "Do you want to come, girl?" his voice sounded hoarser, deeper, and I could tell he was close too.

  "Oh, yes, Sir, please… please let me come."

  "You're such a good girl…" he grunted and quickened his pace, thrusting deeper, slapping harder. "Then come for me, girl." And that was an order. Even in my obfuscated mind there was no doubt and as a good girl, I came hard, shuddering, clenching hard against his cock buried in me, as he too came.

  When the orgasm subsided, he slid his cock out of me and took a seat next to me, pulling me to his lap. "I can see that you are fully recovered." He said with a pleased smile.

  "Yes, Sir, I am." I answered, my breath still agitated.

  "I missed you more than I thought possible." He laid my head against his shoulder, his hands cupping my breasts, squeezing them slightly. "You proved to be better than the millions of fantasies my brain conjured during these days, girl." He rubbed the palm of his hands against my still hard nipples.

  "Oh, millions, you say, Sir?" I teased, smiling.

  He squeezed my breasts harder, as a warning, and I moaned. Not because I was in pain, but because his touch was reigniting the fire in me. "Yes, girl, millions, I didn’t seem to be able to think in anything else."

  "You flatter me, Sir."

  "It's the truth, girl." His hands went down my stomach, towards my mound, and I squirmed in his lap. He spread my legs wider, making me straddle his legs, and I could feel his cock pressed against my buttocks. "It will take me some time to decrease my amazing need for you." He added, as he pushed his hard cock in my pussy once more, thrusting it deep inside me, with strong movements of his hips.

  His hands were back at my breasts, as he squeezed and pinched them. After
a little while, he made me kneel on the Jacuzzi's seat, and bend over it, in order to give him more access to me.

  My face, and my breasts laid on the cold tiles of the floor outside the Jacuzzi, as he pushed both my hands back, restraining them together over my ass, with a robe belt.

  "Much better." He said, obviously pleased, slamming his hands over my ass, to grab them hard, in a strong grip, as he poked my entrance once more. In just seconds he was deep inside me, pounding me hard, shoving his cock as deep as he could, while his hands enjoyed squeezing and pinching and slapping my ass.

  He had me aroused in no time, panting, moaning out loud for the exquisite mix of pain and pleasure he was providing me.

  At some point, I felt his thumb poking my back entrance, rubbing it, stimulating it before he pushed it in, ripping whimpers from me. Meanwhile, his cock was relentlessly pounding my pussy.

  He pulled the thumb out, and pushed two fingers in its place, taking them as deep as possible, before starting to make scissoring moves to stretch me wider. When he was pleased, he slid his cock out of my dripping pussy and shoved all the way in, in my ass, making me sob, as shots of pain and pleasure rushed through my burning body.

  He stopped for a moment, and leaned over my back to whisper on my ear: "Yell RED if you want me to stop, or if it's more than you can take." I shook my head, denying the possibility. "It's ok if you do, I need to know your limits girl, and that will only happen if you talk to me, understood?" his voice harsh as he tried to control his desire.

  "Yes, Sir." I murmured, still panting, agreeing to something I wasn’t sure I would be able to do. I would need a lot of guts to say no to him, considering my past experience.

  "Good girl." He got up and restarted his thrusts in me, going faster and deeper each time, his hands still clawed at my ass.

  He slid his hand underneath me and started to rub my clit as he kept pounding deep in my ass, his touch driving me crazy... I was so close. "Please… Sir… can I come?" I begged, hardly able to breathe. "Please…"

  "Wait for me, girl, wait for me…" he ordered, as he quickened his pace, rubbing hard, making it very hard for me not to succumb to the strength of the orgasm building inside me.

  "Please… Sir, please… I can't…" I begged once more, feeling the shudders of pleasure running through my body.

  "Yes, girl… come with me…" and we both let go, giving in to the powerful orgasm that shook us.

  Chapter 11

  After a few moments he untied me and once more, he pulled me to his lap, going deeper in the warm water. "Oh girl, you are an amazing woman." He whispered in my ear, nibbling it a little bit.

  "Thank you, Sir." I purred, cuddling more against him.

  "I want us to go as slow as our passion allows, but I'm sure that after all you were able to read so far, you understand the importance of good and honest communication." He said, pulling me even closer.

  "Yes, Sir, I do understand." I answered, and I did, at least in theory.

  "Telling me that something is more than you can take, that it makes you feel bad, or even uncomfortable, won't bring any bad consequences to you." He explained, patiently. "That will give us means to discuss things and look for the best solution to fit us both."

  "Why should I believe you?" I muttered, remembering the way he reacted when I doubted his word.

  He sighed, but remained calmed. "I know that you don’t know me enough to know I abhor lies. But you will, and you'll be able to trust me. I understand that will take some time, and that's alright with me."

  "I want to trust you, Sir, I really do, but the last man I trusted hurt me way too much." I said, looking at my hands, with unusual attention, unable to look at him.

  He rubbed his nose gently on my neck, comforting me. "I know, girl, I know. But I'll help you to forget all of it, replacing the bad memories with amazing ones."

  I wanted to trust him, I really did, but I just couldn’t, not yet. My mind still had fresh prints of episodes where a simple mistake on my part was enough for Devlin to beat me beyond the conceivable, and I just couldn’t go back there.

  "I think I've been here too long, Sir. Can I go back to my room?" I asked, tired.

  He kissed her cheek, before letting her go. "Yes, girl, have some rest. I want to have dinner with you tonight. Dinner will be served at 08:00 pm."

  "Yes, Sir, I would love that." I got out of the Jacuzzi and putting on my bathrobe, I returned to my room. Once there, I walked straight to the window and looked out, resting my forehead on the glass. I have never felt so lonely before in my life.

  I had no friends, no family, no one I could trust, and now I was in the hands of another man I wasn’t sure I should rely on.

  I threw myself on the bed and closed my eyes, too tired to think.

  I must have fallen asleep, because when I woke up, the sun was gone and the stars lighted a moonless night. I looked at clock on the night table. It was 07:30 pm, if I didn’t hurry, I would be late for dinner.

  I took a quick shower, combed my hair into a simple braid, and put on one of my favorite kaftans, a dark green with crystals and silk embroideries.

  I managed to leave the room at 07:55 pm, just in the nick of time. I almost ran through the corridors, towards the dining room. I opened the door, frantic, desperate to be on time.

  "Hey, where's the fire?" Prince Ali captured me when I entered the room like a small tornado.

  "Oh, sorry, I just didn’t want to be late." I stammered, blushing. "I'm afraid I fell asleep this afternoon."

  "You're not late, so don’t worry, and I'm glad you had some rest." He answered me, smiling. "Can I get you something to drink? Muslims usually don’t drink, and although I'm not a very religious man, I do like to observe some of the rules, but you're free to drink whatever you want."

  "Water or juice is fine, Sir." I answered him, considering it would be better to stay sober. I had no idea how this night was going to end.

  "My chef makes a fruit juice that it's excellent. Would you like to try it?" he suggested to me, taking me by my arm and leading me to the couch.

  "Yes, Sir, that would be nice, thank you." I accepted, still feeling a bit nervous.

  "Good." He helped me to take a seat as he went to a small table nearby and poured two glasses of the cold drink, before he returned to me and handed me my glass. He sat on an arm chair in front of me. "This afternoon, I let my hormones take control of the situation." He said with a grimace. "That wasn’t in my plans, since I intended to have a long talk with you before anything happened between us." He sighed. "But, I too lose control."

  "I see, Sir." I mumbled, not sure how to take his confession. Devlin would never admit he had done something wrong.

  "Normally, when I start a relationship with a new slave or submissive, we discuss all the facts prior to anything else." He explained, maybe noticing my awkwardness.

  "I read some of that in the books you lent me, but I have to admit that was more fantasy than truth." I recalled.

  "Actually, the contracts are very common in our community. They help both parties to know where they stand, to get to know each other's limits and many more things that ease things between them." He informed me.

  "I had no idea. I was pushed into this, and no one ever explained many things to me." I replied, finding the idea a bit strange, but something that made perfect sense.

  "What do you mean you were pushed into this?" he asked, with a frown.

  "I had never heard much about BDSM. When Devlin decided he wanted me to be his slave, he kidnapped me and he forced me to accept his decision." I said, not sure I should be, but, hey, I was only saying the truth.

  "Can you tell me how that happened?" his frown was a little bit deeper.

  "I don’t believe that's a good conversation before dinner, Sir." I said, with a faint smile.

  He stayed in silence for a few moments before he got up. "You're right, girl. Let's have dinner first. We'll continue this conversation later." He said stretching his hands to
help me up.

  "Yes, Sir."

  We went to the table and soon one of the employees started to serve dinner. I had grown used to the food here, and the truth was I loved it. He made an effort to keep a light and mild conversation while we ate, but I was able to tell he was distracted.

  We finally finished eating and he took me to his study, a place filled with books, a huge desk in a corner and a couch and armchairs scattered around the place.

  We each sat in one of the armchairs, facing each other.

  "Tell me." It was an order, but not one I was eager to obey. I was starting to think I should have kept it to myself.

  "Are you sure this is necessary, Sir? It's in the past." I tried to escape the painful task.

  "Positive." One single word, firm, no room for argument, his eyes locked on mine.

  "Well, Devlin was my co-worker. One night, for no reason, he offered for me to stay at his place, and the following day he convinced me to stay with him for a while." I started, recalling those first days, and how terrible I had felt. "The minute I returned to his place, after picking up some of my stuff, he changed. Completely. He spurted out a lot of rules to me and told me that from that moment on I was his slave, that I had to address him as Master, and that I was to obey all his orders." I continued. "Of course, I thought he was insane, that he was pulling some kind of prank on me, but soon I was able to tell he meant every damn word he said."

  "Why didn’t you escape?" Prince Ali asked, in a low tone.

  "At the beginning, I wanted to. Although I had spent more than a year in love with Devlin, I didn’t want this. I couldn’t stand the pain, the humiliation. But he kept me handcuffed to the bed and I wasn’t able to escape. I tried to escape once, but I returned, and even though I had returned, the consequences of that were too awful, and I never tried again. As time went by, I started to accept what he wanted from me, that after all I was in love with him and he always said he loved me."

  "How did he set the rules for you?" he asked, his face a mask of self-control.

  "Usually, after I violated one of them. He would explain the rule for me and then punish me for not having followed it."