by Black, Lena
His hand clasps onto the back of my neck, holding me in place, while his other hand roams my thighs and rear. His thumb slides along my crack and grazes my tight pucker. When I moan and shove my ass back into his hand, I’m finally rewarded with a firm smack, dead center, catching both cheeks and my aroused slit.
He leans over me, his weight pressing into my back. “Don’t move,” he snarls into my ear.
“Yes, Mr. Hunt.”
“Good girl,” he praises, plunging his thumb into my ass. “Now, are you going to tell me what’s wrong with you?”
“You should know,” I snap, still angry about his lies and now his effect on me. “You know everything, don’t you?”
“Oh, Gabrielle, wrong fucking answer.” Suddenly, the plump head of his cock parts my saturated lips, gliding up and down my sex, spreading my wetness, heightening my arousal. It teases my clit, forcing me to spasm and groan. He lines himself up with my constricting entrance, taunting me with his presence.
“Are you going to be a good girl and tell me why you’re upset? Or, are you going to be a wicked little thing and make me torture this sweet cunt until you beg?”
“I don’t…know,” I pant.
“Unacceptable,” he growls, slapping me across both cheeks and slamming himself balls deep only to extract himself again. “Come on, Elle. Stop fighting it.”
I struggle with my restraint and snap my legs shut. This is not what he wants. His hand comes down on each cheek swiftly, and his legs spread mine back apart, pinning them open. He pumps a few shallow thrusts, twisting his hand in my hair and roughly yanking it back so my head flies up and my back arcs violently. His other hand slithers about my waist and down to my throbbing apex, cupping it in his palm. “When will you learn, I own this…? I own you, body, mind, soul.”
His finger dips between my plump lips, slowly rubbing my clit with concentrated precision, building me up, only to stop when pleasure begins to take me. He repeats this torturous act repeatedly before the ache in my womb overwhelms me and I scream out, “You lied to me!”
He pauses and whispers into my ear, “What did I lie about, angel?”
I shut my mouth tight and shake my head, still angry that he has this effect on me. He presses my body back against the island, holding my neck and teasing my hard clit again.
I can’t fight him anymore, and I utter only one word, but it says it all, “Marlena.”
“That’s my girl,” he purrs, petting the side of my face while my head lies on the cold surface, intensified by the sweltering warmth of my sweat glistened skin. “We will discuss this later. Now, I fuck you.”
That’s my warning before he crashes into me, filling me to the rim, stretching me until I feel that divine burn that only comes from his fullness. I let out a whimpered moan when a surge of satisfaction rushes over me. He grasps onto my restraint, using it to slam me onto him to the hilt, sheathing him.
He ruthlessly pounds into me, causing me to bounce wildly, and groans out, “This is what you need, isn’t it, angel? You need my cock.”
His hand swipes across my rear, leaving a delectable sting behind, and I cry out in pure ecstasy.
“Yes, again,” I beg. “Please, sir.”
He answers my kinky prayers, going at my ass with swift, continuous blows, thumping his hard cock into me as hard as he can.
“More,” I growl. He groans, keeping at it, never stopping until we seize up and explode in a carnal display of pure ecstasy. I scream out, writhing on him as he pours himself into me, cramming me with his sweet, warm nectar.
He frees me from my binds and takes me into his hold, sinking onto the floor with me cradled securely in his arms. I lie my head heavily on his shoulder while gasping desperately for air. He pets and caresses, cradling me close to his heaving chest with one hand placed firmly on my rear.
Once we’ve calmed and held each other for a bit, he speaks in the gentlest of voices, “How are you feeling?”
“That’s a complicated question. My body feels amazing, on
top of the world, but my heart and mind are still aching…At least now I can check the kitchen off our to-do-in list.”
“True.” Hunt chuckles, shaking me with every jolt, but it slowly fades, and he says, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I went to see Marlena, but I needed her advice.”
“Why didn’t you tell me…? You promised me that you wouldn’t see her anymore.”
“I thought that was off the table when you told me you didn’t want me…Look, Gabrielle, she’s really a wonderful person. I don’t know why you have such a bad taste in your mouth when it comes to her.”
“She isn’t as wonderful as you think, Hunt. Brooke told me that she left because of her, because she treated her so poorly.”
“She’s always been protective over me.”
“I don’t trust her…Besides, I’m really hurt that you hid it from me…Why won’t you open up to me, Damian?”
“Honestly, I was already afraid to reveal myself to you when we first met, but I took a chance, and when you left, I closed up. I thought it was me, something I’d done or said, and even though I know now it wasn’t, it’s hard to reopen that door…I’m terrified, Elle.”
My heart swells and my eyes burn. It’s my fault he won’t be honest. I’m the reason he can’t open up. He’s trying so hard to please me, and I just keep pushing for more, more, more.
“Hunt,” I whimper, and he snatches me up, squeezing tightly with his head buried in my neck.
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, angel.”
“No, it’s my fault. I shouldn’t expect more of you than you can handle. I’m so selfish.”
“No, shhhh, no,” he whispers.
We look deep into each other’s burning eyes, studying the other admiringly, and come in hard for the deepest, longest, most sensual kiss I have ever experienced in my life. When we break, we’re gasping for oxygen, still holding the other firmly.
“I want you to go get dressed. I’m going to take you somewhere,” he announces with a husky voice.
“Where?”
“You’ll see…”
Hunt picked out my outfit for the evening, a slinky, wrap around dress that barely hits my mid-thigh. It’s white, with a low V neckline, and clings to every curve due to the light, thin material. This would be fine normally if I were wearing underwear, but Hunt ordered me to go sans bra and panties. It’s kept together by a delicate string on the side, which would release with the slightest tug of Hunt’s finger. I feel like walking sex.
Hunt looks dapper dressed in all black, jacket, shirt, slacks. His collar is open, revealing a sliver of tan flesh, flesh I want to lick and kiss. He glimpses over at me, catching me ogling him, and shoots me a kinked smirk.
Before long, we’re parking in front of a massive Victorian manor. I turn to look at him, confused by what I see, and find him holding my collar open for me. “I want you to put this on, and at no time while you are in there, are you to remove it. Is that clear?”
“Damian?” I murmur with a worried tremble in my voice.
“Is that clear, Gabrielle?” he asks in a way as if he’s asking me if I’m alright.
“Yes,” I answer, but even I can hear the hesitancy.
“That’s my girl,” he commends, placing the symbol of servitude about my neck so his name shows proudly. He smirks down at it momentarily then exits the car without another word, heading around the hood to open my door. He helps me out and escorts us up the front steps to the black double doors.
“Oh, yes,” he says, turning back to me before entering. “While we are here, you are to address me as Master Hunt when others are present. Do not speak unless spoken to, and do not wander about alone. Understood?”
I stare up at him with terrified confusion but manage to nod my head.
“Good,” he praises, opening the door.
“Damian,” I mutter, realizing exactly where we are. He grabs my hand with a devilish smirk and guides me inside before I
have much time to think about it.
“Welcome to The Manor.”
Chapter Eighteen
Mind Your Manor
I’m immediately greeted by the scent of leather, vanilla, and a hint of sex. I gawk, stunned, about the old manor, converted into a decadent palace of kink. My pulse is racing, and my skin vibrates with a nervous tingle. I feel a knot forming in the pit of my stomach, and my palms are clammy.
We stand in the darkened foyer, which I scan curiously. There’s a massive, intricate chandelier hanging in the center of the room. The floors are marble and the walls are dark wood paneling with stunning photos of Doms and subs in various scenarios, all black and white.
“Did you take these, Master Hunt?”
He grins down in approval and responds, “Yes, I did. Do you like them, Miss Hyde?”
“You know I do.”
“You are ravishing, Gabrielle. I look forward to playing with you greatly.”
“Uh, I…”
“Are you nervous, Miss Hyde?”
“Are you serious, Master Hunt?”
He chuckles loudly, stifling it with his hand and clearing his throat. He shakes his head at me. “Please, behave yourself, angel. This establishment has rules and regulations on top of the ones of those who play here.”
“Like what?”
“The Mistress will go over them with you.”
I realize I see no other people and all the doors, leading to the various first floor rooms, are shut.
Perhaps, we’re early.
“Dam…Master Hunt, why are we here?”
“You’ll see, Gabrielle. Be patient,” Is all he says.
He places his arms about my waist, holding me closely. We just wait there together and then his eyes drift to the top step of the opulent wood staircase just ahead of us. A jaw-droppingly beautiful older woman stands there; her chestnut hair long and flowing. Her skin is like the finest porcelain, and her golden-brown eyes are piercing and alert. Her tall, curvy form is adorned in a tight, leather midi dress with matching spiked heels.
She confidently strides up to Damian, hugging and kissing him on both cheeks. “How are you, pet?”
“I’m wonderful,” he replies, pulling away from her. “I want to introduce you to someone…Gabrielle Hyde, this is my close friend and ex-Domme, Mistress Marlena.”
My jaw is now on the floor.
He didn’t.
“Hello, Gabrielle. It’s a pleasure,” she says, holding her hand out to me. I take it hesitantly and give it a firm shake. “Mmm, strong,” she comments.
“Hello, Mistress Marlena.”
“Marlena will be fine for the evening. You are a first time guest, and I want you to feel comfortable.”
“Thank you,” I say, unsure of how to react to her sweet, attentive behavior. It’s probably all an act.
“I brought Gabrielle to show her you aren’t quite the monster you’ve been painted.”
She laughs loudly, amused by the thought. It echoes throughout the foyer. “I would be more than happy to talk to Gabrielle if that would be alright with you, Master Hunt.”
There’s a part of me that wants to run screaming from this place, but I’m also intrigued, wanting to know more about our venue and hostess. Hunt glances down at me, and I give him a nod of approval.
“I think that would be excellent. I will be at the bar if you need me, Miss Hyde.”
“Yes, Master Hunt.”
He kisses the top my head before disappearing into one of the many closed off rooms.
“Come, kitten. Let’s find a nice place to chat.” She holds her hand out to me, and, oddly enough, I take it and allow her to lead me toward the back of the house to the extensive grounds outback. She moves swiftly considering her attire. I have a hard time keeping up in my black velvet fuck me pumps. She leads us to a house at the very back, a much smaller version of the main house. She opens the door and guides me inside, closing it behind me.
She turns on the lights, and they’re soft and golden. The living room is modern and elegant, with a cozy, seductive feel. This must be her D.O.D.
“Would you like a drink?” she asks, guiding me over to the brilliant red couch in the center of the spacious den.
“Yes, please. Thank you.”
She walks over to a bar in the corner of the room, pouring us both a glass of champagne.
“You are a very well-mannered sub,” she remarks, sauntering over to me at the couch, and hands me a flute.
“I wouldn’t call myself a sub just yet,” I reply honestly.
“You may be in training, but that does not make you any less a sub, kitten.” She traces her finger up the bare flesh of my arm, and I shiver.
“I hadn’t thought of it that way,” I state with a weak voice, an almost inaudible whisper.
“From what Damian has told me, you are a very challenging woman, hard to subdue. I’m glad…Please, have a seat.”
I grab some cushion and watch as she eases herself beside me and crosses her legs with graceful, controlled movements. I scoot over a bit, and she notices. “Are you afraid of me, kitten? You may speak freely.”
“If I’m being totally honest, you make me slightly uncomfortable,” I divulge. “I haven’t heard the best things about you.”
“I assure you, you have nothing to be afraid of. Besides, if you received this knowledge from Damian’s former subs, you wouldn’t hear very good things. I wasn’t very kind to them.”
Wow. I wasn’t expecting that kind of candor.
“But, why?” I ask with a shrug.
“I didn’t feel they were right for Damian. He needs a sub that will…challenge him. I didn’t feel that they could help him grow as a Dom, let alone as a man. So, I would test them, and if they left, I knew they weren’t strong enough.”
“But, I left him,” I state obviously, placing my hand on my chest, and she glances down, smirking before slowly looking back up into my eyes. This woman oozes sex, it radiates from her.
“Yes, you did, but you had a very good reason to do so, and you came back.”
“You like me?” I ask with genuine confusion.
“Yes, very much so. You are willing to do whatever necessary to protect and help Damian. You are just the type of woman he needs in his life.”
“You’re nothing like I expected.” I shake my head and take a sip of the bubbly, golden champagne
“I will take that as a compliment,” she says, smirking at me with the slightest twist of her lips. “I actually wanted to meet you some time ago, but I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries.”
“Do you love Damian?” I blurt out, apparently missing a filter.
“Yes, I do, but not in the way you are asking. I care for him and want only the best for him. However, my intentions with him go no further than friendship and to mentor.”
“I must admit…I’m relieved.” I sink back into the couch, truly relaxing for the first time since we entered The Manor.
“I’m glad I could put you at ease.”
She places her hand on my thigh and my heart skips a beat.
“Uh, yes.” I spring back up. “I can see where Damian got his nurturing, loving nature as a Dominant.”
“Yes, I taught him well, my greatest pupil.” She smiles proudly, as a mother would about a son.
“Is this where he learned to be a Dom?”
“Yes, much of his training as a Dom and a sub was held in The Manor. We started coming here when he was my student. I felt it was too risky near campus, so we would come back up to the city on weekends.”
“May I ask you a blunt question?”
“Of course, please, speak freely.”
“Didn’t you feel wrong…?” My nose crinkles when I say, ‘Wrong’.
“Having an affair with my student, one who was much younger than I?”
“Yes.”
“At first I fought myself, but after some time, I found it hard to resist the temptation.” She shifts herself closer, placing her arm
behind me along the back of the couch. I glimpse back at it, following it to her shoulder, her neck, to her stunning face, focused intently on mine.
“Have you had many subs?” I ask with a creased brow.
“I’ve had my share of slaves...Damian was right. You are a curious little thing.”
“I’m sorry,” I utter, tilting my head down at my lap.
“It’s perfectly, alright, kitten.” She sweeps the hair out of my eyes, tucking it behind my ear. “I enjoy your enthusiasm to learn.”
Her finger trails up my arm to my shoulder, and my eyes shoot to hers.
“Do you…?”
“Enjoy both of the sexes? Yes, I do, very much.” She runs her finger under the thin strap of my dress, grazing her knuckle against the fullness of my cleavage.
“Oh,” I murmur.
“Are you uncomfortable, kitten?”
I squirm, but I do not move or remove her hand. I’ve always thought women were beautiful, and Marlena was no different. In fact, she’s one of the most attractive women I’ve met.
“Do you find yourself appealing, Gabrielle?” she inquires, running her fingers over my thighs, along the short hemline of my dress.
“I’m not sure,” I answer truthfully.
“You are a very sensuous woman. I must say, I find you exquisite. I do hope Damian allows me to play with you.”
I just stare at her, both uneasy and aroused by the delicate touch of her fingertips.
“You two appear to be having fun,” Hunt’s voice chimes in across the room, near the front door. I hadn’t even noticed him come in. I stand and walk over to him, rewarded with a kiss on my forehead.
“She’s an exceptional woman, Damian. I would love to have a session.”
“I’m afraid this one is off limits,” he replies, curling an arm about my waist and holding me close to his side.
“That really is a pity. I could’ve had some fun with her.” She grins at me seductively and I blush, digging my head into Hunt’s chest.
“I’m going to take Gabrielle on a tour. I will require my private room when we’re done. Would you have it prepared for me?”