His Dark Obsession by Zoe Blake Page B

curves gave it an almost sinister look. Pierce released the shutter before once more setting the camera aside.
    Keeping his intractable gaze firmly locked on hers, Pierce worked the silver-plated buttons of his waistcoat, shrugging it off his shoulders. Sarah watched silently. Fascinated despite herself as he tugged at each bone button of his linen shirt. With each button, more tan, hard-muscled skin was revealed. He truly was an enigma. Most of the English gentlemen she had met were pasty, soft and weak appearing. Not him. He was dark, hard and strong. As he shrugged free of his linen shirt, Sarah was afforded a first real look at the tattoo she suspected him of having. Covering the entire top of his right shoulder were three large intertwined rings, each with a strange symbol in the center. It looked exotic and almost menacing.
    He really was magnificent. She had only seen the nude male form etched in cold marble. He was all warm-blooded male. A chest etched with muscle, dark scattering of hair, a flat stomach that dipped at his waistband showing the hint of a shadow, the hint of the forbidden. Keeping on his black trousers and knee boots he looked imposing and powerful.
    Sarah felt her whole body tremble but was it out of fear or anticipation?
    Picking up the riding crop, his knuckles brushed the soft curls of her cunny. Sarah moaned in response trying to twist her knees to shut her legs out of shame, to no avail.
    “It occurs to me, you have never properly addressed me as my lord ,” Pierce observed as he moved the riding crop’s keeper in small circles over her stomach.
    Sarah could not deny it. As an American, she wasn’t terribly comfortable with all the British titles and formal forms of address so she usually skirted by with the occasional respectful, sir or madam. She stayed silent.
    Pierce smiled, it not quite reaching his azure eyes, lit bright with dark promise.
    Brushing the soft leather tip along her lower lip, he demanded, “I want to see this beautiful mouth sweetly beg me to punish you. Don’t forget to properly address me.”
    “Please don’t ask it of me,” she pleaded, her body still trembling.
    Pierce raised the crop and brought the keeper swiftly down on her left nipple. The sound of leather connecting with skin making an ominous crack in the quite room.
    Sarah howled with shock and pain. Her hips lurching off the padded bench. The pain so intense she looked down anxiously to see if she were bleeding.
    “Try again.”
    “Oh god! Please, that hurt too much. Please!” she pleaded.
    “No.” Pierce snapped the crop against her other nipple. Sarah’s body twisted fighting the bonds as she screeched in torment.
    Finally learning her lesson, Sarah begged, “ My lord , please stop. I cannot take it.”
    Pierce rubbed the soft leather tip between her full breasts. Sarah held her breath in painful expectancy.
    The tip slowly traveled the length of her body, stopping over her exposed cunny. He gently tapped the sensitive place several times.
    Sarah let out a low mewl. “Please, my lord. Please don’t”
    “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Not what I want to hear, my love.”
    His punishment was swift and fierce. Bringing the crop down on her vulnerable cunny in three successive smacks. The leather tip hitting its mark over her tiny clit. The shaft catching the delicate edge of her soft nether lips.
    Sarah forced her head back and screamed for all she was worth. Her fingernails dug deep into her palms as she pulled on her binds. The pain was as swift and intense as the punishment. The previously secret space between her soft thighs throbbed and ached.
    Pierce watched as a pink flush spread over her cunny lips. Soon they would be a full dark pink and generously swollen from his ministrations. Looking down into her tear-streaked face, he ordered in a low growl, “Tell me what I want to hear or face an even more severe punishment.”
    It was not his intention to punish her too severely. He needed to initiate her into