Anger flared hotly within my constitution, forcing me to kick more violently at Lord Grange to make him put me down. I would face the Viscount alone and with dignity and I would ensure success in negotiating my release. I have always been a stubborn girl, and able to appear fearless, when the situation demanded such behaviour.
“I brought you a present, Blake,” Lord Grange said. He swatted my bottom hard twice and I squealed but in no way would I stop struggling.
“Ah, this must be the beautiful Lady Gerard. I have been dying to meet you.” The voice of Blake Ryan, the Viscount of Blackney, was strong and authoritative. It made me more than nervous. “Put her down, Lord Grange, and let’s have a look at her. Take the blindfold off and the gag. My, she’s a feisty thing,” the Viscount said with glee.
I felt myself being lowered to the ground and the blindfold quickly being undone. The gag was to follow. Lord Grange’s movements were clumsy and erratic in nature, betraying his apprehension and desperate need to please the man. I made the action as difficult as I could for him with my incessant struggling. Even another cruel hard slap to my buttocks, even though I cried out, did not stop me.
I blinked in the dimly lit room to find myself standing before three sitting men. Casting my eyes over the three gentlemen sitting elegantly with their legs crossed in bronze and cream Bergere chairs, my eyes came to rest upon a young handsome man of around 22 years, just two years older than myself. He possessed dark swirling eyes that captured my gaze and held it firmly in place. His hair was light brown with strands of silky caramel blonde woven through its gently curled texture. His countenance wore a superior, perhaps some would say arrogant, expression, yet when he looked upon me his high aristocratic features softened. I fancied I saw a momentary flicker of anxiety for me cross his beautiful eyes. Then it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.
His stern but strangely protective gazed fixed upon me with intense scrutiny, bringing my movements to an abrupt halt. He quite took my breath away and brought me to heel in a heartbeat. I felt my cheeks blush with heat when my sex dampened unexpectedly as though to make me slick and pliant for his pleasure alone. Not even my anger and fear at these feelings, which so perturbed me, could tear me away from the hypnotic way in which he held me still and to attention.
Only the Viscount’s voice was to divert my gaze when he spoke to me with authority.
“Come, child. I want to see you more closely.”
The bulbous man stood from his chair with his cream waistcoat and emerald green velvet coat straining at the seams. I fancied his breeches might split; they were stretched to breaking in trying to accommodate his abundance of flesh. A large, wide finger lifted my chin. I struggled in Lord Grange’s hold and the Viscount grinned painfully, lifting my chin higher. He looked upon me with greedy green eyes as though I was some delicious gourmet food he wished to lustily consume with his fingers. I shuddered and closed my eyes, unwilling to hide my disgust at being touched by such a vile man.
“Yes, a feisty one. Good for marrying and breeding. I love taming a wild spirit like yours, my dear, with a sound whipping.” The Viscount grinned accentuating his fat cheeks and the wild appearance of his fair curly hair. I decided he was probably a young man of thirty but his unfortunate appearance and reddened countenance made him seem a man of forty or older.
“She is a stubborn filly. I think this pretty damsel will require at least two hard paddle spanks a day to break her obstinate will before you will be able to stable her with ease in your collection, Blake,” said the third man sitting in the chair on the Viscount’s left. “Perhaps a birching is required and a spell of being kept naked as a mount in your horse stables chained to the wall on all fours. She’ll soon calm down when she gets cold and has taken a few mounts from your men. You’ve done it before and the girl surprised you with taking a liking to it. I hear she is your most doting and obedient filly yet. I say try it with this one.”
My mouth twisted with disgust at his treatment of the woman and her own liking of it. In turn, my stomach churned with fear that I might experience the same fate. I glanced at the brown-haired man. His countenance wore a dark, disapproving expression, offering me further hope he could perhaps be persuaded to help in my rescue.
I opened my mouth to offer the man and the Viscount an indignant, determined retort, but the Viscount surprised me by reaching around me to give my covered bottom a hard spank with his hand. My body bucked and I cried out. Lord Grange was indeed right; the viscount did have a heavy spanking hand. I closed my mouth quickly when he looked at me fiercely.
“Hush your tongue, girl. Speak only when I allow it and not before.”
The Viscount’s loud voice made me jump and to my shame, tremble. To mask my fear, I glared at him with the obstinacy I was being praised for by his friend.
Then, nervously, I glanced at the dark-eyed man. I had not mistaken his gentle concern for my welfare. It was there in his eyes, gleaming once more. Yet when I gazed upon him in earnest it faded. He had not yet spoken and offered an opinion as to my character or appearance. A part of me appeared to be affected by his omission.
The Viscount began to talk to Lord Grange of his debt. I took in my surroundings.
The room was a long rectangle decorated in coquelicot with a beech wood floor. My eyes widened with surprise when I viewed five four-poster beds positioned in a row against the long wall behind the men in the chairs. The man and woman I had heard reaching orgasms when I was first brought in to the room were naked on top of a bed decorated in sumptuous emerald velvet and silks. The woman’s legs were spread wide and raised, displaying her pubis and secret depths to all. Her sex bore no hair and was clean shaven.
I gasped, putting a hand to my mouth as I viewed the intimate scene, never having seen a man and woman naked together before. Neither had I seen a woman’s sex so open, so bare and vulnerable to wanton male penetration. My own sex stirred as I watched the man grip the woman’s buttocks tight, forcing a delighted needful cry from her lips. The young man mounted her clean and fast with the skill of a panther, embedding himself inside her to the hilt with one sharp stabbing thrust of his cock.
My clitoris began to throb and ache. I had wondered so often how the act would look. I watched for a moment, trying to fathom how it would feel to have a hard male member thrust so deeply inside my vagina. It appeared painful yet my need to be penetrated and claimed in a similar fashion with deep ardour by a man made me ache so much I wanted to rub myself to ease and soothe my need. Just as I had done in my bed alone when such feelings came upon me. I bowed my head with shame, but the sound of a man’s voice giving firm instruction to a woman, audible above the passionate grunts and sighs of the lovemaking couple, drew my attention to the beds once again.
Two beds down the line, a young man still clothed in a red coat and cream vest was positioning a naked woman on all fours. Her hair hung long and dark, the colour not too dissimilar to my own after not having time to have it dressed. She wore a gold collar just like all of the other women fawning over men in chairs and beds with their naked bodies, making me wonder if they were not slave collars. The man pushed a firm hand into the small of her back, forcing the front of her body down on to the bed, crushing her breasts on top of the emerald velvet bed linen. The woman’s vulnerable pale bottom thrust out at him provocatively.
He reached to the side of the bed where several implements had been placed on a small trestle table. One of them was a riding crop. The young man was handsome with light brown hair and a muscular appearance. He picked up the crop and flexed it between his hands, casting his eyes down upon it with approval. He was no more than 23 years, yet when he adopted a firm strikingly dominant stance and struck the girl’s vulnerable bottom in a wide arc, he wielded power and authority like no man of such a young age I had ever seen before. The scene left me in awe of the man.
The girl cried out in surprise. It was evident she had not expected to be whipped but taken in her anal entrance. Perhaps that was t
o come later. Although I was shocked by my own assertion, something primal, a deep sexual wanton nature, surfaced inside me. I did not understand it.
Jumping every time the man struck her pale vulnerable bottom, I watched him whip the girl to his satisfaction. Her fleshy bottom rose with her cries of pain to meet the strike as it came towards her. The whole scene was profoundly erotic on a level I could not understand at that moment. Yet I had known the fluttering of this strange need for discipline when Lord Grange had bared my bottom and so cruelly taken me to task with a spanking in his carriage earlier. The feeling emerged again even when the repellent Viscount’s heavy hand had struck my buttocks to enforce my obedient silence.
I continued to jump with each echoing sound of the leather disciplining the girl’s bare bottom as if the man struck my own buttocks. Lord Grange began to sell the attributes of my body as though I were an object of consumer desire.
The dark-eyed man slouched with ease in his chair, watching me intently. I couldn’t help but view him with confusion. I felt warmth and safety flood my mind every time I looked at him. But Blake Ryan was to draw my attention away when he ceased talking to Lord Grange and addressed me directly.
“You are very beautiful, Lady Gerard. Quite a prize.”
He made me feel quite feel nauseated, the way he laughed and wobbled his large stomach in his ill-fitting clothing. The Viscount took another long drag on his clay pipe and blew the smoke in my direction as if assessing the price he should consider me worthy of fetching. He viewed me lustfully with his greedy green eyes.
“I need to see more before I can give you a price for her. Your debt is big, Lord Grange, and if you don’t pay it, there will be heavy consequences. I have killed men for owing me less. But then we are old friends and I am willing to be more lenient.”
The Viscount’s voice became serious. Its tone was hard and laced with menace, making my heart pound.
Lord Grange began to bleat, bow and coo to the man, desperate to convince him I would be worth more than enough to pay back his gambling debt.
I stared open mouthed at him.
“Undress her,” the Viscount commanded. “I am not saying what she is worth until I examine all of the goods,” he said with a sickly smile.
I froze on the very spot I stood, terrified to be stripped in front of all of the men in the room and examined. Intolerable fear rose inside my mind, dismissing any hopes of rescue. I decided to fight for survival on my own. The moment Lord Grange reached for my dress I began to kick out at him for all my life was worth.
The Viscount was clearly unhappy with my behaviour. He stood, pouting with arrogant anger and demanded one of his servants bring him a riding crop.
“If there is one thing I can’t stand, it is a woman who doesn’t know her place and when to be quiet,” the Viscount bellowed. He stretched out an arm holding the riding crop and prepared to strike at my face with vicious intensity. The crop came towards me and I gave an involuntary loud cry, dipping my head away. Lord Grange gripped me by the hair and forced me to turn in to the face of the whip. But the handsome dark-eyed man rose quickly from his chair and gripped the handle with such force, the Viscount was made to halt his brutal assault. The stranger had come to my rescue after all.
Chapter Three
Both men stood there as if frozen. The Viscount gave my rescuer a thunderous look
“Why spoil such a beautiful face,” the man said eloquently, speaking firmly in an upper-crust English accent. “Let me try to tame her. I think we might all be pleased with seeing what lies beneath that elegant dress and an angry welt to her face is going to spoil the appearance. Not to mention lower the price when you sell her on as a bride.”
I held my breath and found myself glaring at the man. His words were surprising and disappointing. Clearly I had mistaken the notion of him coming to my rescue for fantasy.
The odious Viscount appeared to be considering his request. His eyes turned from being harsh to viewing me as a tasty morsel. For the first time since I had arrived in the room, my anger deserted me and I wanted to sob. Tears came.
“Yes, I believe you are right, Lord Drake. Display the woman to us for our assessment and discipline her. I want to see how she responds to a firm male hand across her buttocks. I will also need to see how she orgasms. If she responds well, I will take her for selling or for my collection, my own use, or perhaps even lend her to the members of the club.”
I gasped in horror.
“It will be my pleasure, Viscount.” Lord Drake grinned, but I could not help feeling it was forced. “She is most definitely in need of some well directed male discipline, if only for her reckless nature in becoming engaged to a gambling cad like Lord Grange,” Lord Drake said with dark humour.
Lord Grange cursed at him but the Viscount roared loudly with laughter. He sat back down in the middle chair and made himself comfortable, pausing to take another puff of his pipe. I watched Lord Drake approach, my eyes widening and dilating not only with fear but bemused attraction. With a sharp action as if irritated and feeling nothing but contempt for the man, Lord Drake tore Lord Grange’s hand from my hair and pushed him backwards to the floor.
“Move him out of the way and bring me one of those red chairs,” Drake demanded of two of Blake Ryan’s men standing at the door. I watched him view Lord Grange’s prostrate form with disgust and arrogant contempt before he was dragged to a chair far away by the drinks table.
Fear forbade me from speaking but I begged Lord Drake with my eyes not to strip me. He was not to heed my silent plea. When I felt the cool sensual caress of his fingers on my arms from behind, I knew there was to be no escape.
Lord Drake stood close behind me and began to tear the back of my dress easily. I jumped and cried out. The men laughed and others in the room gathered around to view the spectacle. He leaned in to my neck and brushed his lips gently across my skin. My whole body tingled and traitorously softened to his touch.
“Trust me. I won’t harm you. Do as I say or the Viscount will kill us both. He has done it before. I will protect you, but I need to get us both out of here alive. Help is coming,” Lord Drake whispered quickly in my ear as he bestowed another tantalising tickling kiss upon the nape of my neck.
Before I could reply and betray him, he straightened and began tearing my dress more forcefully at the back. I was surprised, at first disbelieving of his words, and cried out. Perhaps he meant to trick his captive? Yet my intuition told me to trust him however preposterous the situation I found myself in. There was little to do other than to help myself by throwing caution to the wind and trust the stranger even though he sought to publicly bare my naked body.
The prospect of being stripped by a Lord in front of all not only frightened me, but made me self-conscious of my body. Although I wasn’t overweight, I was not delicately thin either. I was a petite figure with generous breasts, wide hips and ample curves. Both my aunt and myself had lamented my shape and form on many an occasion. A tall willowy figure seemed more beguiling in my mind. But women of my acquaintance were strangely often jealous of my breasts and many a man had complimented me on my pleasing countenance and attractive figure. Then there was the shame of exposing my red chastised bottom as evidence of Lord Grange’s spanking. As Lord Drake robustly finished ripping my clothing away and I felt the cool air of the room rest upon my bare flesh, my cheeks flushed. The men chuckled at my unease and the way I cried and sought to cover my body from their gaze with my hands.
Lord Drake’s hands were soft and gentle as they caressed the trembling skin of my bare arms, soothing me unexpectedly despite the deplorable nature of my situation. He leaned in and lifted my loose hair and sniffed it.
“Please, trust me,” he whispered. “You must. She smells good, Viscount.”
My would-be rescuer took hold of my arms and pulled them back, preventing me from hiding the attributes of my body from the men’s view.
“Hush, little one. We only want to see what delights you hide f
rom us,” he said out loud with amusement, raising murmurs of agreement from the men who sought to examine my body so intimately.
“Lift your head high, girl, so we can get a good look at you,” the Viscount ordered.
I glared, watching the eyes of the men sweep my body with lusty need. But when I did not comply, Lord Drake was to make me obedient. He lifted my chin, standing behind me, and before I could utter a word of disrespect, he cupped my breasts. Raising them, he held them out as though in offering to the Viscount. His hold was firm and possessive. I warmed between my thighs.
“Such pert, well-formed breasts. A true delight in a woman,” the Viscount said and nodded his approval.
“They are indeed plump and juicy to hold. I warrant they will jump beautifully when slapped,” Lord Drake agreed, beginning to flex my nipples with his thumb. Sudden wetness pooled in my sex, not only at Lord Drake’s hold, but at the image of him slapping my naked breasts to his satisfaction. I felt ashamed of my feelings and unwanted tears gathered in my eyes again, foiling any attempt I made to appear strong and defiant to the end of my humiliating experience. Yet I was becoming aroused by it. The Devil had affected my senses; I was in no doubt of it at that moment.
“Yes, I warrant they will.”
“Let us see,” Lord Drake suggested.
Shocked and appalled, I struggled in his hold. But a sharp pinch of my nipples with his fingers before stretching and pulling them out to extreme distance stilled my disobedient movement. The pain was stinging, harsh, yet exquisite in its application. My vagina became sodden and my resolve threatened to become meek and pliant to his dominance.
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