The Dark Library (7 page)

She gloomily wondered if the secret passage
door had swung closed again, leaving them with no idea where she
was. Could she be down here for days!? The idea was appalling! She
jerked furiously at the shackle around her wrist, but succeeded
only in hurting herself.

What if she was never found!? Or what if it
was weeks later!? Maybe they'd think she had run off after her
recent confrontation with Carling, too embarrassed or angry to
continue? What if her body was discovered weeks or months from
now!?

The light began to dim, so slowly at first
she hadn't even noticed, then abruptly, it went out.

She moaned softly, feeling her eyes well up
with tears again, then gave up and started crying, miserable,
hopeless, and furious at the situation. That didn't help, however.
She wiped her face and groaned, her legs stiff, her shackled hand
cold.

More time passed, she had no idea how much,
and then she was shocked as light blinked on in the outer room. It
was yellowish and warm, and she blinked her eyes rapidly against
it, feeling a surge of terrible relief. She didn't care who saw her
in her undies now.

“Hello!?” she cried.

She heard footsteps, and now blushed a
little, closing her legs tightly and crossing her free arm across
her chest. Lights she hadn't even known existed came on in the
cell. They were small, candle shaped sconces up on the walls, and
she shielded her eyes against them as a figure moved through the
door.

“Quinn, I begin to despair for you,” Carling
sighed.

She flushed, both relieved and
embarrassed.

“Whatever are you doing?”

“I... the... I was just... and the thing
locked and... the key fell out and I couldn't... and I
tried...”

“Did you actually lock yourself up there by
accident?” he asked in amusement.

“I didn't bleeding do it on purpose!” she
shouted.

He chuckled merrily.

“Unlock me!”

“I don't think you're in any position to be
making rude demands, Miss Quinn,” he said loftily.

She flushed as he came closer and stood
before her. He gripped her arm and examined the shackle around her
wrist.

“The key is under my clothes,” she
gulped.

He grinned, and looked down at her bra.

“Not under that!” she snapped. “On the
floor!”

“Pity, searching in there would be
considerably more interesting.”

“Just... unlock me... please,” she said, face
flushed.

“However did you lock just one wrist up?”

“I... it's a long story.”

Her relief at him finding her vastly
outweighed her irritation at him, and her embarrassment was
tempered by the undeniable fact he'd already seen her in far
less.”

“Hmm, so this is supposed to be up here, too.
Is that how it works?” he asked slyly, taking her free wrist and
lifting it up beside the first.”

“Yes,” she said nervously, feeling the start
of a strange pressure in her groin.

“Like this?”

He slipped the other shackle around her right
wrist.

“Hey! What... stop it! Carling!”

He grinned, releasing her wrist, which was
once again bound by the shackle.

“You're not the least bit funny!” she
snapped, a tightness in her chest.

“Oh but I do amuse myself, and really, that's
all that's important?” he said with a grin, “So what were you doing
down here? Snooping?”

“I wasn't...! I was … the door opened up in
the library, by accident and I... I just...”

“Went snooping.”

She pulled angrily against the shackles “I
wasn't snooping! I was just... exploring.”

“And the difference between snooping and
exploring is what?”

She glowered sullenly at him. Let him have
his fun. She would not reward it.

“As I am the lord of the manor, I suppose I
should punish you for violating my privacy like this,” he said.
“Perhaps spending the night down here might suffice.”

“You wouldn't dare!”

His hand reached out and brushed back her
tangled bangs.

“Been crying?”

“I was not,” she said, jerking her head
aside.

“You have no need to cry, my dear. No harm
will befall you in my manor,” he said softly.

His finger traced down along her cheeks, and
she felt a sudden light-headedness as it continued on under her
jaw, and down along the nape of her neck, then across her shoulder
and down.

“L-Lord Carling!” she gulped, as his finger
traced the top of her bra.

“Yes, my naughty little prisoner?”

“I-I'm not your... your prisoner,” she
gulped.

“No?” He grinned. “Want to be?”

“N-No!”

“Pity. We could have some fun.”

His finger slid down the middle of her bra,
between her breasts, over the little purple bow, and then traced a
zig zag line down her taut lower chest and belly, leaving a trail
of fire behind.

“R-release me!” she gulped.

“That's not how an employee speaks to the
lord and master, wench,” he said.

His finger circled her belly button, then
descended across her abdomen to the top of her panties, and Hannah
found herself speechless, a wild, dark storm of confusing thoughts
and sensations swirling and churning within her her every sense
focused desperately on the feel of that finger against her soft
skin!

“I-I... you... you can't... you mustn't...
t-touch me!”

“Why?”

She could think of no reason! She stared at
him, gulping in air, heart pounding.

He grinned, and she gasped suddenly as his
other hand slid through her hair, then jerked her head back
tightly. He grinned, then his lips came down on hers. Hannah's eyes
went wide, and she trembled for a long moment, shocked as his lips
melded against her own, as his tongue began to slowly trace her
lips, then explore just past them.

She moaned a protest as she felt her pulse
racing, felt the dark thrum of heat and energy between her legs. A
wild, scalding wave of excitement and hunger swept around her, and
she felt herself physically tremble against him as his tongue
reached hers and began to trace along it.

Then she jerked violently as his finger, the
one which had been tracing the waistband of her panties, slipped
underneath. It didn't go anywhere much, still gently moving from
side to side along her abdomen, but now beneath the waistband. And,
as she whimpered helplessly into his mouth, she felt it slide lower
still.

His lips were moving moistly against her own,
his tongue swirling and turning and twisting within her, slowly, as
he pulled her head back even more sharply. She groaned helplessly,
head and heart pounding, and then realized her tongue was moving
against his. She moaned, falling into the kiss, her world narrowing
to the joining of their lips as their tongues began to move
together.

Then, another wild shock jolted her as his
finger slid deeper, the knuckles passing the waistband of her
panties. She felt all her attention focused on his fingertips as
they got lower and lower. She felt a wild, dark yearning, a hunger
she had never known, then the pad of his extended finger reach her
clit, and her hips jerked and bucked against him in response. His
finger slid across her clit, down along the neat, narrow line of
her sex, and as it pressed in along its length she could feel that
she was already wet.

His finger began to rub up and down, pressing
down between the lips of her sex, along her pussy, rubbing lightly
up and down, across her clit as she fought to breath against the
force of his kiss.

He jerked her head to the side, and his lips
came off hers, only to descend on the nape of her neck, his teeth
biting into her as he sucked as his tongue stroked against her.
Then he released her hair, his fingers sliding along her neck,
undoing the clasp of her bra. The straps collapsed and she
shuddered as her breasts were exposed.

Heat rolled over her like a wave! The heat of
embarrassment at her exposed breasts, yes, but more than that, much
more, the wild, dark thrilling heat as his eyes took in her naked
flesh and she saw the excitement in him, the approval and
appreciation and hunger! His lips descended, and she gurgled in
wild pleasure as he sucked lightly on one of her already extremely
stiff nipples, then bit at it so she yelped in pain. His hand was
fully in the crotch of her panties now, two fingers rubbing against
her as he against sucked and kissed at her nipple. Hannah lay her
head back, gasping, chest heaving, the world whirling around her as
the passion and pressure built up within her skull.

“Oh! Oh God! Oh please! Oh! Uhmmm!” she
whimpered, head rolling back.

“Is that a yes?” he asked dryly. “I don't
hear any protests any more.”

Protest? She should... protest, she thought,
her mind whirling, except she didn't want him to stop!

He chuckled throatily, lips rising from her
breast, and his hand came free of her panties. She blinked her
eyes, drawing her head forward again as he undid her bra, then
pulled it completely free of her.

She started to speak but his lips came down
on hers again, then his hand plunged into the front of her panties,
rubbing more insistently now. Her hips began to jerk, and her
bottom ground against the wall. The wild storm of sensations built
to an awful crescendo, and she cried out in pleasure as the orgasm
burst over her. Her face was already flushed with heat, else she'd
have blushed with shame as he chuckled in amusement. But that was a
minor consideration as her body writhed and her hips ground
helplessly forward against his fingers. Her nervous system was
screaming with the intensity of sensations tearing through her as
his fingers stroked skillfully across her clit and along her
sex.

She groaned as he drew back, her head falling
back against the stone again as she gulped in ragged breaths of
air. He smirked and backed away, then turned and pulled aside her
clothes, bending to get the key.

He turned back to her, reaching up for her
wrists, but then stuck the key into the wrong shackle.

She was about to tell him that it was the
other one that was locked when she felt and heard the click of the
lock, and a hot rush of wary, anxious excitement swept through her
as she realized he'd locked the other one.

He grinned at her and tossed the key behind
him.

“Wh-what are... are you … going to do?” she
gulped.

“My Lord,” he said, staring down at her.

She flushed again. “I... what are you... are
you going t-to do... my lord?”

His grin deepened. “Anything I want,” he
purred.

He plunged his hand into her panties again,
and then Hannah yelped in shock as he tore them off her. She
squealed and closed her legs tight, but he only smirked and forced
his hand between her thighs. Again he grasped her hair, jerking her
head up and back, his lips crushing hers, and Hannah felt the
shock-wave roll through her as his finger pushed up through the
rapidly swelling lips of her sex.

She writhed against the shackles, against his
hold, yet as his finger pushed deeper she felt the heat deepening
and spreading out from her lower belly, felt it rolling up her
spine with such power she arched her back involuntarily and cried
out into his mouth.

She felt his finger twisting within her, felt
it draw back, then push up again, doubled in thickness. Her breaths
became ragged as his tongue forced hers into motion, as the wild
heat enveloped her mind. The cool, rough stone against her soft
bare back and buttocks was a wild contrast to the soft heat of his
flesh on hers and the churning emotions and sensations within
her.

His lips drew back, but he held her hair
tightly back as his tongue traced a meandering line along the nape
of her neck.

“Nasty little slave girl,” he purred. “You
must be punished for your impertinence, you know.”

His fingers pumped faster, now a third added,
and it became almost impossible to breath, never mind think. Her
clitoris felt swollen to twice its normal size, and as his thumb
stroked back and forth across it Hannah's hips began to grind
against them with growing desperation.

He bent his head and sucked heavily on her
right nipple, which flared with wildfire heat. Then he closed his
lips on it, slowly, tighter and tighter until she gasped and moaned
and then cried out in pain. His teeth ground back and forth in
opposite directions, then eased off and he licked her tortured
nipple before sucking it lightly and rhythmically.

His fingers pushed up deeper, harder,
painfully hard! She felt herself forced up against the wall, her
buttocks grinding against the rough stone, up, and up and up, every
time his fingers were driven up into her burning pussy. She could
feel and hear the wetness of herself as he drove his fingers up
inside her, and the raw, wild sensations tore across her mind and
body.

And then she came. Her head jerked back
violently, her back arching, her hips bucking frantically against
his plunging fingers as the orgasm ripped through her nervous
system. Her muscles spasmed and her eyes rolled back in her head as
she jerked spastically, gurgling in dazed wonder as the howling
storm of sensations battered at her mind.

She went limp, gasping, chest heaving, eyes
slitted, and grunted dazedly as he abruptly turned her around to
face the wall. She gasped, cheek pressed against the stone, gulping
in air, trying to clear her mind of the continuing echo of that
incredible storm of pleasure

Her eyes fluttered in confusion for a moment
as she felt his hands jerking her hips back, and groaned, her
breasts grinding against the rough stone as she slid down to the
point her arms were now taut overhead. She felt his hand jerking
her thigh apart, and moaned an uncertain complaint as the shackles
dug into her wrists. She had to rise onto the balls of her feet to
ease the strain and then...