The Dark Library (12 page)

“I deleted it!”

He raised his eyebrows. “I don't think I like
your attitude, Quinn. It strikes me as disrespectful.”

“You're a pervert!”

“So what?”

“So... Well, you should have told me you were
recording what we did!”

“It's my room, and you're my employee. I
don't have to tell you a thing. You have the right to privacy in
your bedroom, not in mine, when you're in my bed naked.”

“You tied me up!”

He moved to the TV and picked up the control
box. “And you begged me to fuck you,” he said.

She blushed and then scowled as he flicked
through the controls.

“You know this is a very advanced piece of
equipment,” he said. “And it records almost everything, including
what's done with it. For example, you deleted that video at
13:43pm. Then you watched this other video from 13:43 to
13:47.”

He flicked on the one of him having the maid
assume various positions, and raised an eyebrow at her. “Took you
five minutes to discern this wasn't you in the video?” he asked
dryly.

Hannah's mouth opened and closed as her blush
deepened.

“And for someone indignant about the invasion
to her privacy, you don't seem to be much concerned with Miss
O’Brien's privacy.”

“She... you probably didn't tell her she was
being taped either!” she said.

“Don't change the subject, and you're quite
mistaken. She knows the camera is here. See?”

He changed the video and now it showed the
blonde giggling as she stared into the camera and made faces at it,
then cupped her breasts and vamped in a sexy fashion.

“So was there something in particular about
that video which you found interesting, Quinn? I'd like to think it
was the sight of me which you found so arousing but I kept my pants
on, so perhaps you find Miss O'Brien a lovely sight? I know I do,
but I had no idea you had interests in that direction.”

“I do not!” she said indignantly.

He stepped closer and she backed away.

“And yet you watched her for five minutes,”
he said.

“I was... I was just amazed that... that any
woman would let herself be... subjected to that,” she gulped,
backing away as he continued to move closer. “... that.. degrading
treatment!”

“Unlike a woman who shackled herself to a
dungeon wall naked,” he said.

“I didn't shackle myself naked! You did! I
mean, I did it by accident and...”

He had backed her against the wall, and as
she raised hands to push him back seized her wrists and pressed
them up and back against the wall above her head.

“Let me go!”

“Or?”

She stared at him uncertainly, not knowing
what, exactly to say, and then he bent in and kissed her, hard. She
reacted almost instinctively, by trying to shove him away, but, of
course, her wrists were being held above her. And so her mouth was
helpless against his as his tongue thrust between her open lips.
She gasped and twisted her head aside but he pinned her wrists with
one hand and then used the other to grasp her hair.

“S-Stop it!” she gasped.

“But you like it,” he said, pulling her head
back sharply and crushing her lips with his.

And God help her, she did! She felt a wave of
indignation, even anger at him ignoring her, at his arrogance, at
his virtually forcing himself on her! And yet, it was that very
force, that very assertiveness, and her own helplessness which was
making her breathless with excitement and a sudden wild sense of
thrilling sexual arousal and need.

“Maybe you need some discipline, like Miss
O'Brien,” he purred.

“Never! I'm not your pet animal!”

“We're all animals, Quinn,” he said, his hand
sliding down over her heaving chest and kneading her breast in
passing. “Some of us are predators... and some of us... are
prey.”

He yanked her forward suddenly, and she
stumbled against the back of a chair. Instantly, he was jerking
down her trousers, taking her panties with them, virtually upending
her across the back of the chair as she squealed in alarm.

“D-Don't you... stop it!” she gasped even as
she staggered upright.

But he grasped her blouse and yanked it up
sharply, and it forced her arms up above her as he pulled it over
her head. Another shove across the back of the chair caused her to
lose her balance, and while she was coping with that he undid her
bra.

She had never been stripped so quickly or
forcefully by a man, and again felt a sense of outrage. But at the
same time, a dark, feral, hungry part of her didn't want him to
back off, didn't want him to be gentlemanly or restrained. That
dark part of her thrilled to what he was doing, and robbed her of
the willpower necessary to actually try to put a stop to it.

He chuckled throatily, his hand running over
her bare flesh.

“B-Bastard!” she gasped.

“There's that disrespect again,” he said,
slapping her bottom sharply.

He drew her arms back, suddenly and pinned
them together at the elbow, then snatched the belt of a nearby robe
off and wrapped it tightly around her arms, pinning them in place.
She gasped as he jerked her back off the chair and then forced her
to her knees before him.

“Now,” he said. “My little sex slave.”

“I'm not your sex slave!”

“You are going to learn how to serve – and
service – your lord.”

She glared up at him rebelliously, but her
groin was hot and her heart was pounding excitedly.

He grasped her hair and jerked her head back.
It stung, but she felt a dark thrill at being manhandled. And while
her mouth was open he abruptly thrust his cock into it before she
could react.

“Service your lord, you filthy little
commoner,|” he said with a smirk.

She glowered up at him, but with his cock
filling her mouth she had few acceptable responses. She did
nothing, but that provoked another stinging jerk on her hair, and
she began to suck, somewhat resentfully, then with more energy as
he jerked on her hair again.

“Perhaps I'll keep you locked up naked and in
chains in the dungeon,” he said. “And torture you for the sport of
it. Perhaps I'll invite my friends around to make use of your
lovely body, hmm? Would you like that, little slave girl?”

He pulled her forward by the hair and his
cock abruptly pushed into Hannah's throat. She gurgled weakly,
gagged, and choked, but then his cock was jammed deep in her
throat, with surprisingly little effort. She spent a shaky few
seconds wondering if she could cope, but then as he stayed still
she found herself adapting, getting used to the feel. It wasn't
exactly comfortable or pleasant, but it was extremely hot to feel
him buried in her like that, to have her face jammed into his groin
so helplessly.

Then he drew back, slowly, his thick, slick
cock emerging from between her tightly pursed lips and finally
popping free of her throat so she could breath again. But she was
given no time, no chance to regain her equilibrium, to pause to
think about anything, for he jerked her forward, right away, and
down, bending her and putting her face to the floor.

“Keep your bottom high, slave girl,” he
ordered.

She found herself chest down on the floor
with her cheek against the rug and her bottom raised high. He
jerked open a drawer behind her, and even as she started to think
about how and in what position to change to she found him back, and
a thin quirt in his hand. It snapped across her bottom and she
yelped.

“Bottom high,” he barked. “Legs spread
wide.”

Crack!

“Oww!”

“Wider, slave! Spread those legs wide open so
I can mount you like the bitch in heat you always wanted to be.

Crack!

“Don't!”

“Draw your knees further forward to elevate
your bottom further. That's a good slave. No...”

Crack!

“Head down! Bottom up!”

Crack!

Dazed, overwhelmed, and gripped by a churning
heat, Hannah positioned herself as he ordered, and her inclination
to curse and refuse faded as he knelt behind her. God, she did so
want him to fuck her! To fuck her just like this! Like a whore!
Like an animal! Like his bitch!

She felt the slim length of the quirt along
her sex, stroking up and down, massaging her lightly.

“Filthy little commoner,” he taunted.

His cock pushed against the mouth of her sex,
but did not enter. Instead it rubbed slowly up and down around her
moist, overheated furrow.

“Beg for it, slave. Beg your lord to fuck you
like the whore you are.”

She moaned helplessly, her hips grinding
against the lush sensation of his flesh against her there.

“Beg, slave,” he ordered, slapping her
bottom.

“Please!” she gasped breathlessly.

“Beg, slave.”

“Please fuck me!” she moaned.

He slapped her bottom again. “My lord,” he
growled

“Please fuck me, my lord!” she cried, voice
breaking.

His cock pushed forward into her and Hannah
shuddered at the intensity of the physical sensations which flared
wildly within her. She was in the most awfully degrading position,
so submissive and helpless, even obscene! The wild excitement of
that as his cock pushed forward into her quivering belly threatened
to overwhelm her and push her over the brink into orgasm before
he'd even sheathed himself.

She struggled to resist it, some forlorn
aspect of pride needing her to pretend she was not so thoroughly
aroused by him. And she managed to hold herself in check until the
long, gleaming length of him was fully encased in her warm flesh.
But then, as he began to thrust, as she felt the pressure of his
hips striking her bottom, as his hands gripped her hips and jerked
her back against him, her resistance collapsed and the sensations
doubled and then redoubled until she could not withstand them.

The orgasm shook her, and she lost her mind
as well as control of her body, trembling, convulsing, rutting back
against him like an animal as he rode her. She gurgled and groaned
and cried out weakly, repeatedly, as his big cock punched deep into
her belly, writhing and reveling in the wild storm of sensations
tearing through her like sexual electricity.

“That's it, you little whore. Come for me.
Come for your master's cock, you little slut,” he taunted, leaning
forward over her, his hips grinding against her soft buttocks.

She hardly cared what he said. The orgasm was
a storm of sensations which tossed her mind about like a leaf in a
high wind. And when it was done she sagged, both mentally and
physically, groaning, staring sightlessly at the edge of a table as
he continued to thrust into her from behind.

It was impossible to long ignore that steady
thrusting, though. His hips were striking her buttocks, his cock
stabbing into her soft belly again and again, shifting angles and
directions. He leaned further over her so that she felt his hot
breath against the back of her neck, felt his chest against her
bound arms.

He growled as he bit lightly along her
throat, as his mouth sucked and licked at the nape of her neck.

Then he eased back, and took hold of the
thick mass of her hair. He drew it taut, then pulled harder, and
Hannah gasped and moaned as her face was pulled up off the floor,
as her shoulders were raised up and back. He thrust harder, still,
using her hair as though it were the rains of a horse, holding her
body aloft by it as she gasped and moaned and cried out at the ache
and pain and pleasure and confusion assailing her.

God, this was so kinky and nasty and
insane!

But a fever rose within her, and she
whimpered and gasped and moaned as his cock continued to pound into
her, as his hips continued to slap against her buttocks, as her
hair was jerked up and back by the hair. Her breasts were now
wobbling back and forth below her, and he groped them roughly, even
pinching her nipples, tugging on them painfully, then slapping at
her breasts!

“Slave girl,” he taunted. “Your master is
getting his ride now. Squeeze that pussy. Squeeze it.”

He slapped her bottom and she gasped, dazedly
clamping down with her vaginal muscles.

“That's it, slave. Now release as I thrust
in. Now squeeze as I pull out. Got to get you properly trained so
you can service my friends too.”

He was being deliberately outrageous, but his
words were a dark thrill that made Hannah's skin burn as he
continued to ride her.

He eased his grip on her hair, lowering her
upper body to the ground. Hannah groaned in relief as he let go of
her hair and the pressure of its pull faded. But then she gasped as
she felt his hands on her ass, felt his thumb pushing down against
her wrinkled anal opening, slowly forcing its way into her there.
She moaned and then gasped again at another sharp slap to her
bottom, then another, even as his thumb pushed in deeper.

“Perhaps I'll put you on the auction block,
eh?” he said. “Sell you to Arabs on the Barbary Coast as a sex
slave”

Crack!

His thumb was pushing in and pulling out of
her ass while he fucked her, and Hannah shuddered and moaned in
helpless heat as the raw pleasure swept through her.

He pulled out, and again rubbed the swollen
knob of his cock up and down her sex before thrust in into her
again. The penetration felt glorious! Even more so as she'd feared
he was going to shove it into her other hole. She groaned as she
squeezed down on it, as she thrust back against it.

He pulled out again, rubbing up and down
along her gleaming sex.

“Beg for it, slave girl.”

“Please,” she moaned breathlessly. “Please
fuck me!”

He leaned over her, his breath against her
ear. “My lord, slut.”

“Please fuck me, my lord!”