“I suppose it would be tiring and quite uneasy to be in a room full of people who know you much better than you know yourself.” She smiled pausing to take a sip of her drink and lean against the marble balustrade. “Maybe they know things you don’t? Such as how much Raoul prefers the company of my bed to your own.”
“Really?”
Sabrina faked indifference watching the vixen’s cherry lips pout when she didn’t receive the reaction she was looking for.
“He only wanted you back so he could prove he didn’t kill you. He wants a divorce so we can be married. You were never good enough for him, you could never give him what he wanted and needed in his bed. You were always so inhibited that’s why he always came to me.”
Sabrina’s hand shot out in a reflex action, swiping neatly across Cressida’s polished face. Cressida’s eyes narrowed but she laughed.
“You should pack your bags and leave. He doesn’t want you now. Make it easy for him to get a divorce. Or maybe I should tell him about the affair you were having with Luc. I’m sure he would love to hear the details of your torrid affair with his brother.”
“You lying bitch.”
Sabrina’s hand shot out again but Cressida caught her wrist.
“Do as you are told and nobody will know anything. Then you won’t be responsible for tearing a family up, especially when old delightful Maman Valoire is recovering from a stroke. You wouldn’t want to make her ill again by putting a rift between her sons would you?”
Sabrina wrenched her hand free. She was about to retaliate with disbelief when Luc appeared. Sabrina gave him a thunderous look as he smiled wickedly.
“Now, ladies what are you arguing about? Has Cressida been filling you in on the parts of your life your darling husband forgot to mention? Don’t you remember that night in your bed when you were feeling so alone and rejected, Sabrina? Don’t you remember how I made you feel wanted again all those lonely nights?”
Alarm bells began ringing inside Sabrina as he approached. They were both lying they had to be. She didn’t know. She backed away from Luc and lifted the skirt of her dress to run up the stairs. She had to figure this out. She made her way to the blue room hearing their laughter echo up the stairs and down the corridor of the first floor. She found her way to the blue room she had first been brought to when she arrived at the chateau and locked the door behind her.
Sabrina leant against the closed door wondering when her torment would end. They had to be lying. She couldn’t have been having an affair. She would never do such a thing. She felt the blood drain from her face. But she didn’t know what she was capable of as Sabrina Valoire. Raoul may have hurt her to the point she sought solace or retaliation in someone else’s arms. But Luc, his brother, that was taboo. She shivered. The room was cold. She threw a couple of logs on the fire and lit it. She stood back and watched it burst into flame.
“Sabrina, I know you are in there. Open the door.”
It was Raoul. His tone was reprimanding, his knock at the door heavy and demanding.
“No, please, I want to be alone.”
She couldn’t face him, not now, not until she could think clearly and get her head around what she’d been told.
“Sabrina, I have already sent Francine for the spare key. Let me in.”
“No, go away. I thought you were giving me some space. Go back and see your beloved Cressida. She’ll want you more than I do.”
Sabrina grimaced at her words. He was making her sound like a silly, jealous and petulant schoolgirl who couldn’t get her own way. There were no words of reply, only the key turning in the lock and the creaking of the old door as it opened.
She stood her ground as he advanced. He was sexy when he was angry, she decided. He was dark and dangerous; his look showed her there would be no mercy. It fired her blood and warmed the most intimate depths of her body. There were memories of arguments and disagreements past, of how they ended. She wanted this one to end the same way even after all that had passed between them. He banged the door closed making her jump.
“Why did you leave the room without telling me?” he demanded.
“You’ve been so preoccupied all night I didn’t think you would mind. Anyway I wasn’t aware I had to report all of my movements to you,” she snapped.
“I expect you to stay by my side and not disappear, Sabrina. The last time you left me like that you disappeared. There are people in this house, Sabrina, some of whom I trust with you and some I don’t. I need to make sure you are safe at all times.”
“What? You think he is here? He is one of your so-called friends?”
He caught her arm and began to lead her to the door.
“I don’t know. I am cautious of everyone at the moment.” He was evading her eyes.
“You do…” she pushed. But he was to ignore any further questions.
“Come with me.”
She shook off his hold.
“Wait one minute. I am not going anywhere with you, let alone sleep in the same bed. Tell me, is it true you only wanted me back so you could prove to the police and your precious social world you didn’t kill me? How long has your affair with Cressida been going on? Did I find out? Did I get angry? Threaten to take all of your money and expose you for what you were? Maybe ruin your business? Did you have to shut me up?”
She almost spat the words with contempt, a futile attempt to squash the need she had for him, her encounter with Cressida playing over and over again in her mind. But she regretted the last sentence instantly because of the intensity of the heavy unforgiving dark cloud brimming in his narrowed eyes. She could have sworn he was going to hit her. She stood her ground expecting the worse. Instead he caught her wrist and began leading her to the door again.
Sabrina pulled against his grip, digging her heels into the floor. Then she felt herself being lifted high up into the air and slung helplessly over his shoulder just as he had done in the woods.
“It’s time I reminded you of the lessons of submission in marriage you learnt in the tower all those years ago, Sabrina,” he announced with dark resolve.
Sabrina found herself being carried to the West Tower bedroom just as she had envisioned in her broken memory in the car. As they walked, Raoul took out his mobile and spoke hurriedly to one of his security staff. He arrived in a tuxedo from the party just as they approached the door leading to the winding stairs that took them up through the tower to the room. The younger man unlocked the door and led the way up the narrow-enclosed stairs and into the room.
The room was fit for a princess. Beautifully decorated in white silks, damask and white wood crafted furniture. Raoul set Sabrina down next to the four-poster bed and retreated to a chair at the side requesting the man remove her dress.
Sabrina stared at Raoul with surprise and more than a little outrage, but his security chief’s hands were quick and firm, deflecting the minimal resistance she was able to give, stroking down her shoulders to undo the dress and slip it from her hips as if putting on a show for Raoul. His touch was slow and seductive against Sabrina’s skin lulling her into compliance.
“Sabrina, I do not want to tie you, not after what you are remembering about your ordeal all those years ago but so help me, I will spank you harder than before if you do not co-operate with Amil,” he ordered lounging back in the chair in an elegant pose in his tuxedo. “I will have your submission and obedience, Sabrina for the sake of your safety and our marriage.”
Sabrina flushed red when the dress hit the floor. She hadn’t dared to wear any underwear and her shaven pussy was now visible to the man. She felt her cheeks warm wondering what the man would think of her, but he did not appear to care. A wicked smile curled Raoul’s devilish lips.
“Don’t worry, Sabrina. Amil has no desire to view or touch you. He is gay. He is merely acting on my orders. But make sure you obey him as he undresses you or I will let him spank you. I have watched him spank before and he has a firm hand. Like me he is not used to being disobey
ed in his relationships, personal or work, whoever the person might be.”
Sabrina made eye contact with Amil and gulped. He was just a couple of inches shorter than Raoul’s tall figure and broader. His palms were large and thick set. He gave her a warning look that had her protectively shielding her bare bottom with her hands as he reached up to undo the catch of her bra and slide the straps down her arms until he had removed it from her body. Sabrina immediately raised her hands to cover her breasts when he pulled it away from her body.
“Sabrina, I meant what I said,” Raoul threatened firmly. “Put your hands down by your sides so I can view you.”
Amil made her step out of the dress in her high heels and laid it on the bed with her bra. She watched Raoul give him a nod and he came to stand in front of her. Amil tucked his fingers underneath her chin and raised it up to him.
“Kneel,” he commanded. “And crawl to your Master.”
Sabrina frowned at him.
“No, I…”
“Make her,” Raoul ordered.
Amil rested his hands on her shoulders and pushed downwards. The pressure was careful but intense and Sabrina felt compelled to lower her body until she came to rest on her knees on the heated wooden floor in front of the man. Amil retrieved the riding crop from the bed she had first seen when Raoul had carried her into the room.
Amil rested the end of the riding crop against the top of her bottom and tapped it.
“On all fours and crawl to him,” he demanded.
Her hesitation necessitated more of a firm tap of the crop’s end to her bottom to make her move. Feeling humiliated and without a choice, Sabrina put herself on to all fours and stared up at Raoul across the room on his throne-like chair. He looked imperious, devastatingly handsome and dominant, regal, an Emperor in every sense of the word. He beckoned to her with his finger.
“Come to me, little one.”
She winced when Amil struck the riding crop against her buttock and began moving towards her Emperor. At first, her movement felt awkward but gradually it became more graceful and feline as she watched Raoul’s black eyes smoulder over her body making her damp and warm. She was to receive continued encouragement from Amil who struck her bare bottom with the crop every now and again until she reached her Emperor’s chair.
Unable to stop herself, enthralled by the power he held over her and swirled around her, she curled her slender hands around his leg to ground herself to him, brushing her lips against his trouser leg, feeling the urge to reach down and touch her lips to his Italian leather shoe to express her sudden love and respect for him.
Raoul reached down and wove his fingers through her hair, stroking the silky strands.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
She didn’t notice Amil had left until she heard the door close.
Raoul stood to tower above her. Unexpectedly, she found herself clinging to his leg as he undid his belt buckle and pulled it out of his trouser loops. She shivered knowing she was about to feel the sting of it on her bottom. He folded it over and pulled down his zip. He took out his cock. It was fully erect and throbbing. Without realising she licked her lips.
Raoul reached down and twisted his fingers inside her hair making her gasp. With a sharp tug he raised her upwards but kept her on her knees. Holding his cock and stroking it lovingly, he pushed it towards her lips.
“Open nice and wide, little one.”
She reached up to take hold of him but he shook his head.
“Hands behind your back,” he snapped.
Shocked at his stern order, she complied and opened her mouth wide. The moment her lips parted, Raoul dominantly thrust his cock into the dark, wet confines of her mouth silencing her. He swept his hand around the back of her head and roughly caught hold of her hair and the back of her head. Using his grip, he pulled her forwards so she was made to take him deeper. She felt herself gag as the tip of his length hit the back of her throat. She heard Raoul give a satisfied growl as she made the sound. He withdrew his penis a little and then drove back in so she gagged again.
His thrusts in and out of her mouth were slow at first. His cock rubbed gently over her cherry red lips. She curled her tongue around his length and over the silky wet tip, sucking him like an ice cream. She loved the taste of him in her mouth and the way he slid back and forth, scraping himself against her teeth inside, keeping her silent and in check. It was a primitive male way to dominate and claim her and she felt awed and incredibly submissive to him at that moment. The feeling would only come to increase in its fervour.
Keeping tight hold of her hair, he leaned forwards driving more of himself inside her mouth and raised the belt to bring it down across the seat of her backside. She yelped against his penis. With a growl he drove faster inside her while continuing to strike her butt with his belt. Sabrina felt her flesh jump and quiver as it absorbed the shock bringing tears to her eyes that lightly spilled out onto her cheeks and down her face. Not once did she remove her hands from their folded position behind her back as he belted her into submission.
After a short while, she felt his cock begin to become even tighter against her tongue. Soon he would be ready to come and his hot seed would froth down her throat. She had no doubt he would make her swallow every last drop. But to her surprise he suddenly dropped his belt and pulled out of her mouth. With a grimace he inserted it back inside his trousers and pulled up the zip as though to discipline himself.
Placing his arms underneath her own, he raised her to standing. Keeping one arm on her back, he immediately slid his other arm underneath her legs and lifted her up into his hold. Without speaking he carried her to the four-poster bed and threw her on top of the silk sheets. She landed with a soft thud. Raoul walked towards her undoing his bow tie with one hand before removing his jacket to throw it on a chair. When he reached the bed, she expected him to lie down next to her, prepare to mount her but it seemed her punishment had not ended.
He caught hold of her legs and dragged her towards the bottom of the bed and then pulled her closer to the side where he came to stand. She gasped and struggled when he took hold of both of her ankles and raised her legs. Keeping them together, he pushed them back towards her head. Her bottom, pussy and anus were fully exposed and offered for chastisement.
Raoul’s eyes held hers as he lifted his strong male palm and slapped each buttock in turn making her howl like a baby. She swore he increased the ferocity of her spanking by watching the expression of pain and confused arousal mingling across her face as he stared deeply into her eyes. She had never felt so dominated in her entire life. He owned her lock, stock, and barrel and there was no denying it.
“I rule my house, Sabrina and you will learn to obey me without question. When you break one of my rules or doubt my love, sincerity and character, I will always punish you severely if necessary by keeping you locked away in here until you surrender. You are my wife and there is no escape. I will never let you leave.”
He delivered a firm spanking to her bare bottom and did not spare the tender backs of her thighs before he turned his attention to swatting the sweet spot. That delicate lower part of the buttocks. With the skin stretched tight there, this sensual area became more sensitive ensuring Sabrina didn’t just experience the pain of discipline but also intense arousal. He finished by opening her legs wide to deliver four hard slaps to her vagina making sure he swatted her clit. Then he leaned over her and struck both of her breasts leaving her breath heaving. Her skin was hot, aflame and tingling. Raoul had thoroughly disciplined her as his wife and reassured her of his control.
He wrapped his hand around her throat and gave it a gentle squeeze. His lips hovered just above hers as his eyes searched hers and studied her quivering wet lips.
“Now that I have punished you, I am going to fuck you so hard you won’t know where you end and I begin,” he hissed bending to aggressively capture her lips and kiss her deeply. She whimpered with need against the pressure finding herself responding with f
ervour. The moment was short lived. He stood up away from her, watching her move restlessly on top of the bedding as he undressed exposing his tight muscled body.
Raoul crawled onto the bed to catch hold of her legs again. Without ceremony or communication, he spun her body around so the top of her head now faced the bottom of the bed. He pushed her towards the edge.
“Raoul, what are you doing?” she gasped as she felt herself fall over the edge of the bed.
“Hush, I did not give you permission to speak. Hold your tongue and learn to obey,” he commanded pushing her again as her back dropped over the edge. Instinctively, she pressed her hands down onto the floor as he forced her body into a sloping position. With her hair touching the floor she could see the rest of the room upside down. Her breasts felt heavy on her chest and she worried he might guide her further over the edge.
But he was to hold her in that position. Nudging the tip of his cock to the entrance of her vagina, Raoul bent her legs around him off the bed and held her there by placing his hands on her thighs. It was at this point, Sabrina realised she was soaking wet and Raoul was taking advantage, thrusting his penis deep in one fluid motion to satisfy that throbbing ache inside her. With a growl, he drove hard and fast, spearing his thrusts as though he were a hunter making a kill. Sabrina’s orgasm rose quickly as he ploughed her body and her blood began to move towards her head heightening the sensation.
He was so deep inside her he was hitting her cervix.
“Once you are well, and you show me the respect I deserve as your husband by remembering who I am to you, I am going to make you conceive our child.”
He looked down at her stomach
“I want to see your stomach swollen carrying my child as soon as possible. There will be many children, Sabrina. Your place is now by my side being a mother. Now come.”
As if to emphasise his resolve he gave two cruel deep thrusts making her cry out and come on cue just as his seed shot warmly along her channel and splashed against her cervix. He rode her hard as her orgasm seared through her body, scorching her with its flames before they slumped together exhausted by the intensity.
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