The Dark Kingdom Anthology

by Krissy V

  “Okay, but don’t leave the house.” He turns and goes to his room.

  Once again, he’s laid down a challenge. You know what I’m going to do, right?

  Chapter Seven

  Taylor

  After checking all the doors and windows, I go for a shower. It was a long, crazy drive over here and I’m looking forward to getting into bed, I have a lot to think about. In the shower, the hot water cascades over me while I lean my head against the wall. Gracie comes to mind. I was surprised at how hot she was. I think about her when she was asleep on the couch. She looked so peaceful and gorgeous. I imagine her going into her room and taking her clothes off, walking into the shower behind me and closing the door. God, I bet she’s beautiful under her clothes.

  Her breasts are so pert, they’re crying out for my hands all over them. My cock is getting hard just thinking about her tits. My hand reaches down and grabs my cock and I squeeze it hard. God, that feels good. As I pump it harder and faster, all I can think about is having Gracie beneath me. I have never crossed over the client line. EVER. But she pushes my buttons. She frustrates me with her nonchalance and her joie de vivre.

  I can feel the pressure rising from my toes as I near my orgasm. I squeeze and pump my cock harder and my cum squirts out. Closing my eyes, I lean against the shower wall. That’s when I hear it. The alarm is blaring. Fuck.

  I jump out of the shower, pull on my sweats and t-shirt, and grab my gun, then I run out of the bathroom and go straight to Gracie’s room. She’s not there. Damn. I run into the lounge and see the front door is open. And Gracie is nowhere to be found. Did she just run from me? Already?

  I run out of the house and down the drive, looking for her. I can’t see her. If I have to jump in the car and drive around all night to find her then I will. But God help me, she deserves a spanking.

  Suddenly, I see a flash of white to my right behind one of the hedges bordering one of our neighbors. “Gracie, I can see you. You need to get back here now. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves. Come out now and there will be no consequences.”

  “Consequences?” she asks, as she steps out from behind the bush. “I only wanted a bit of fresh air, but when the door opened, the stupid alarm went off. So I ran.”

  “I see that,” I say as I walk towards her. “We need to get inside now. Come on.” I hold my hand out to her.

  She tentatively takes it and I walk her back into the house. As soon as I close the door, I lock it then turn to Gracie. She’s trying to walk away from me, but I’m angry. I grab her wrist and pull her back to me. She thumps into my chest and shrieks.

  “You promised me you weren’t going to run, Gracie. What happens now is going to define the rest of our time here. Right?”

  “Wh… what do you mean?” She tries to pull away.

  I hold on tight, but not enough to hurt her. “You need to be punished. I bet no-one’s punished you before, have they?”

  “Punished? What do you mean?”

  “I asked you not to run away from me, yet here we are only an hour or so into this new life and you ran. I need to make sure you don’t run again and that you know I mean business.” I look down at what she’s wearing and see that she did change into her PJ’s. Well, if you can call them that. She’s wearing booty shorts and a tank vest that has princess in glittery writing.

  “What are you going to do? I’ve never been punished before.” She looks scared. I don’t want her to be scared, I just want her to know that she’s under my command now and that means not running out on me.

  I pull her over to the couch in the lounge and sit down. She stands there looking at me as I still hold her wrist. “I want you to lower yourself to your knees, Princess. And then I want you to lean over my knees.”

  “What? You’re going to spank me?” Her eyes open wide and her eyebrows lift.

  “Yes, I am. If you can’t do as you’re told, then I am going to spank you like the naughty girl you are. You need to listen to me when I give you instructions. I don’t do it for the fun of it; I do it to keep you safe.”

  Her mouth is wide open, and shoot me, but all I can think about is shoving my cock into it and letting her taste me. I shake my head, needing to get that vision out of my mind.

  She’s a client. She’s a client.

  “Kneel down. Now.”

  She does and I lower her gently over my legs. She fits perfectly. Her knees are flat on the floor, she bends just at my knees, and her hands are comfortably on the floor on the other side. Perfect. I don’t want to dwell on that too much.

  “Now, I’m going to touch you, just to get you ready for my hand. I won’t be too hard for your first time. But believe me, Gracie, if you run again I won’t be as gentle. Do you understand me?”

  “Yes, I understand you.” Her breath hitches when I touch her ass. Her two globes fit nicely into my hands.

  When I lift my hand for the first strike, I hear her take in a breath. “Breathe normally, Gracie.” She lets out her breath just as I smack her cheek.

  She screams. “Ow, that hurts.”

  I ignore her and rub her cheek where I slapped her. Then I lift my hand and do it again. By the fourth slap, I notice she’s not as tense and she keeps squeezing her thighs together. She’s not unaffected by my touch. Interesting. When I deliver the last blow, she moans out loud. It surprises me, but what surprises me more is my need to touch her and make sure she’s not hurt. I rub circles around her cheeks, trying to calm the redness. Then I lean down and whisper in her ear. “Are you going to run from me again, Princess?”

  She shakes her head, but moans. “I can’t believe you hit me. I’m a princess. You won’t get away with this.”

  I laugh. “You are not a princess here and now. You’re my wife. That’s the image we need to portray to everyone here. Being my wife means that you don’t run away from me.” I help her up. “I’m going to get some cream to soothe your cheek. Don’t go anywhere.”

  “No chance of that,” she mutters. I smile to myself.

  Too right, Princess. Too right.

  Chapter Eight

  Gracie

  He spanked me. He spanked me, the Princess of Yugotan. I’m disgusted. I’m sore and I’m turned on to hell. No one has ever touched me in that region before. Hell, I’ve only ever kissed one or two men and that was when I was on the run so it was over quickly. But to have his hand touching my ass, so close to my… my core, has sent me into a tailspin. I want him to touch me with those hands. I want him to make me lose control and more than anything I want to run again so that he will do it again and again. Have I lost my ever-loving mind?

  I sit down on the couch, making sure only to lean my un-spanked cheek on the cushion. I hold my breath, waiting for him to come out to me, and when he does, I breathe again. I know he’s attractive, but something about the way he just took control of me has made me look at him differently. Now I don’t just think he’s gorgeous—I want him. God help me.

  He lifts me from the couch and walks me to the back. “Lean over the top there and I’ll rub this on your cheek. It will help with the sting.”

  I do as he says. “Do you do this often, Taylor? Spanking women?”

  He chuckles. “Not as often as I’d like.” I gasp. “I don’t get many chances to date women, but I certainly enjoy control in the bedroom, if you know what I mean.”

  I don’t know what he means, but I’d like to if it includes spanking. “I’m sorry I ran. I really was just scared when the alarm went off.”

  “It’s okay. At least we got to talk about it, and now you know you’ll be punished, you won’t do it again. Will you?”

  “No, I won’t.” And for the second time in a few days, I hope he can’t see my fingers are crossed.

  “Right,” he says as he finishes rubbing the cream onto my ass cheek. “I think it’s time for bed, and this time, can you stay in it?”

  “Yes, smart ass. I’ll stay in bed until the morning, I promise.” I watch him as he looks u
p again, checking everything is set, and then he walks me to my bedroom.

  “I’m going to wait here until you get into bed and turn off the lights, then I’ll go to bed.”

  “Don’t you trust me?” I raise my eyebrows.

  “Not yet, Princess. Not yet.”

  I go to the bathroom and then climb into bed. He’s still there when I turn off the lights. “Goodnight, Taylor.”

  “Goodnight, Gracie.” He gently closes the door and I snuggle under the covers, letting visions of Taylor spanking me help me drift away.

  A couple of days later, we’re just getting ready to go to one of the neighbors’ for dinner. We met a few of them and Emily asked us to have dinner with some of them. Taylor agreed because he said it would be good for our cover. Now we just have to act like a newly married couple so we don’t get caught out.

  “So, boundaries?” Taylor asks. We’ve been going over our cover stories, ready to tell the neighbors.

  “What do you mean boundaries?” I ask as I stretch on the couch.

  “Well, if we’re going to convince them we are newly married then I’m going to have to touch you, kiss you even. So, I want to know how far I can go.”

  Since he spanked me the other night, anything he says to me sounds dirty and I love it. But it means I lose focus quickly. I hear his fingers snapping together and it pulls me out of my head.

  “Well, I guess you can kiss me on the lips, just no tongues.”

  “No tongues?” The corner of his lip moves upwards in a very sexy smile. “So our lips can touch, got it. What about my hand? How far can I use that?”

  I can’t even look at him right now. The images flashing in front of my eyes are killing me. “You can touch my waist and shoulders.”

  “What about your face? Can I touch that?”

  “My face? Why would you touch that?” Is he going to pet me like a dog or something?

  He looks at me and his eyes brighten. “You really are innocent, aren’t you, Gracie?” He moves closer to me and sits down next to me. My breath quickens. “If I was just married to you, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. I’d caress your cheek like this…” He reaches out and his palm rests on my cheek. It’s a natural instinct to lean into his touch. “Just perfect,” he says as he leans in and kisses me quickly on the lips. When I look up at him, I see his eyes are sparkling. “Was that the kind of kiss I’m allowed to do?”

  Shit, yes. We’re practicing. Why would such a gorgeous guy want to be with me anyway? My thoughts are running away with me. “Yes, that’s perfect. Now I need to go and get changed.”

  He nods. “That’s fine. But before you go, let’s practice a hug. Let’s see if we can do it without being stiff.”

  I choke. Why does everything he says sound like he’s being rude? He takes my hand and pulls me into his chest, just like the other night. When I think of that punishment, my cheeks flush and I look down to the floor, except I can’t see the floor. I can only see his chest.

  He wraps his arms around me, one hand resting in the middle of my back and the other resting on my ass. God, I can’t breathe, I feel like I want to pass out.

  “Breathe, Gracie. Breathe. I’ve got you,” he whispers in my ear. Just the feel of his breath caressing my ear makes my whole body shiver.

  I relax into his hold and hold my clasped hands behind his neck.

  “See, we can do this. Now go and get dressed and show me how gorgeous my new wife is.” I feel a sting on my ass.

  “Did… did you just slap my ass?”

  He chuckles as he undoes himself from around me. “Heck yeah. It was so ripe for a slap.” He walks down to his room and closes the door.

  Making my way into my room, I lay my clothes out on the bed. It’s a little red dress I hope he likes. Wait. Why do I want him to like my clothes? I sit down on the bed with a thump. Oh, no. I like him. Oh God, this is embarrassing. His touch melts me. I step into the shower, thinking of his hands all over me. I want them to touch me, caress me, and I want him to spank me. What kind of woman does that make me? I groan as the hot water sprays over me.

  I quickly shower and wash my hair. I need to do my own make-up and hair, which I haven’t really done much of over the years. I did it yesterday as a trial run, but this is important for both of us. We want to just fit in.

  After getting ready, I walk into the lounge where Taylor stands looking at the fire. He turns around and his eyes open wide. He smiles. “Wow, you look stunning.” He walks closer to me, takes my hand and twirls me around. “Just beautiful.”

  Blushing, I say, “Thanks. You don’t look bad yourself.” He has a pair of dress pants on with a pale blue shirt that has the first couple of buttons open. It’s stretched tightly across his chest where I can see he has a lot of muscles. I’ve felt them a couple of times when he’s pulled me close and I know my hands are itching to feel them in the flesh and not under a t-shirt.

  “Right, are you ready to be my lovely wife? Tonight, we are going to be Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. Otherwise known as Grace and Taylor. Let’s get the show on the road.”

  I nod and he takes my hand.

  “You never know when someone is watching.” He lifts my hand and kisses it as he opens the door. “Come on, baby. Let’s go meet our new neighbors.”

  I smile at him; he’s good at this. He locks the door and never lets go of my hand. We walk two doors away and knock on the door.

  When the door opens, Emily is standing there wearing a beautiful black dress. “Come in, you two. We’re so happy you could make it.” She opens the door wider for us to enter.

  “Hey, everyone. This is Grace and Taylor. They’ve just moved into the Preston’s house.” She ushers us into the lounge where everyone is standing with a drink in their hand. Taylor’s hand moves around my waist, resting on my lower back. He steers me into the room. I’m nervous. I’ve spoken to heads of state, to my country, but this makes me really freak out.

  “Hi,” I say with a little wave. I can feel a flush rising up my cheeks.

  Taylor says hi too. “Thank you for inviting us. It’s great to get to know the neighbors.”

  They introduce themselves and it’s hard to remember all the names, but everyone seems nice. The only thing I can concentrate on is Taylor. He keeps touching my arm. My leg under the table. He keeps whispering in my ear and it’s turning me on.

  “You two look so much in love. When did you get married?” Emily asks.

  “Two months ago,” I answer, remembering what it said in the file. “We’re still in the honeymoon stage, aren’t we, baby?” I say as I turn to Taylor.

  He looks amused by my calling him baby.

  “We sure are. We can’t get enough of each other.” He leans forward and kisses my cheek. I blush. The heat is flowing through me.

  “That is so nice to see. We’ve all been married for years and that spark has been lost somewhere along the way.” I can’t believe she just said that in front of her husband. She’s looking at Taylor and it looks likes she wants to eat him right up.

  “We have a long way to go before we get to that point. I’ve never looked at another woman since the first time I met Grace. She is it for me, for the rest of my life.” He turns to me, puts his hand behind my head, and brings me in for a kiss. But he doesn’t just stop there. He pushes his tongue in my mouth, and when my eyes whip up to his, I can see he’s pleading with me to go along with it. I don’t know what’s happening in this room, but I’m enjoying this tussle we’re having with our tongues.

  Someone coughs at the table and we pull apart. I touch my lips with my hands. They feel swollen.

  “Sorry about that,” Taylor says, grabbing my hand. “I just can’t get enough of her.”

  “So I see,” Emily says under her breath, but loud enough for us to hear.

  The rest of the evening goes quickly and then they ask if we want to play a game. Taylor excuses us just as they put a big bowl in the middle of the table.

  “We’re going to go ho
me, if you don’t mind. As I said before, we’re still in our honeymoon stage, and as you’ve seen, we can’t keep our hands off each other. So, if you excuse us, we’ll leave. Thank you for a lovely evening and we hope to do it again soon. Maybe we can host something next time.”

  He takes my hand, and after hugging Emily, we leave. “What was the rush?” I ask as we’re at the bottom of their drive.

  “I can’t believe you didn’t notice. Emily couldn’t keep her eyes off me, which is why I kissed you using my tongue. The bowl in the middle of the table…”

  “Yeah, what kind of game was that?”

  Taylor laughs. “I love your innocence. They are a group of swingers.”

  “Swingers? As in they play swing music? I still don’t understand the bowl.”

  He lifts me and swings me around. “No, as in you each put a key or credit card into the bowl and then you have to pick one. The one you pick is the one you will have sex with that night.”

  When he puts me down, I stand there with my mouth open. “Sex? They will have sex with their neighbors? While their husband or wife is having sex with another neighbor? Oh my God, what have I been dropped into?” I run to the front door, signaling that he needs to open it.

  He unlocks it then turns off the alarm and I rush past him, stepping out of my shoes as I go. “Taylor. Do people really have sex with strangers?”

  Chapter Nine

  Taylor

  God, she’s so innocent. I wonder if she’s ever had sex. She can’t be a virgin, looking as hot as she does. But then again, maybe she is supposed to keep her virtue safe so that when she has sex on her wedding night, there’s proof on the sheets. Or that’s what I read in some book once.

  “Yes, Gracie. People have sex with strangers.”

  Her eyes open wide. “Have you ever had sex with a stranger?”

  “Yes, I have.”

  She gasps. “How do you know someone wants to have sex with you if you’re not in a relationship?”