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The Next Project

After the marketing machine has kicked in for Future Desires we will be moving into the realms of erotic horror. Promises lots of gory naughty fun..and will be running under the working title of "Food Chain" It will chart the story of Luc..the complete antithesis of todays take on vampires and their romantic edge...this creature has no morals or emotions at all..

Future Desires finished!

The book is complete, and it brings to an end the Der Unterworld saga! A little editing to be done, then it will be out on the shelves!

Sneaky Peek of Future Desires!!

FUTURE DESIRES

Margaret wasn't expecting to feel hands on her, turning quickly to growl an expletive at the culprit. She also didn't expect the wave of pleasure that ran up her legs, through her hips and onward up to her neck. She whimpered helplessly as her body hummed and twitched, the first orgasm taking her breath away, the second making her fall to her knees and moan loudly. She could feel the juices pouring from her as she rolled onto her back and shuddered, her body flopping like a puppet with cut strings as the sensations built again. Her nipples distended and pushed into her bra uncomfortably, while her thighs spread wide and she felt herself penetrated. Her hips lifted of their own accord to allow deeper access, her body rocking on the floor as she came again through sobs of pleasure. It was almost too much, she had never felt so wanton and desperate for release, and her frazzled mind could hear herself begging to be fucked harder.
When Norman Brennan found his wife lying on the floor his first thought was of a heart attack, the call to the Paramedics urgent and tearful as he held her in his arms. It was only as they fixed her to a stretcher that he noticed the helmet that had rolled under the nearby couch.


Chapter One


Angela Moody, a.k.a. Lady J sat at her desk and purred over the latest set of sales figures. When she had given DL estimates she had erred on the side of caution with good reason; the market was unknown. After a year since the release of the Sensor 1 the world was still clamouring for the ultimate in cyber experience, over 5 million units sold, and the demand was still rising! They had moved production to a new purpose-built facility to cope with the sales; however the delay in delivery only seemed to serve to drive the demand higher!
She scanned down the huge numbers until she found what she was REALLY interested in; the Ultimate Package sales.
The number of people that could afford the package price had surprised her (so much for a recession!), and as a frequent but anonymous visitor to the special play area she was aware of how much it was being used. She had yet to use it for pleasure; however when she had “Ghosted” (the new expression for watching other people during their fun) she had come away with damp panties and an ache…so it wouldn’t be long before she indulged! The buzz from her intercom interrupted her flow of erotic thoughts, so with a growl she answered, “Yes?” and waited to see what was so important!
The quiet and calm voice of Stephen, her P.A., drifted out from the machine.

“My apologies for disturbing you Mistress; however you have a 10 am appointment who has arrived early. Would you like to see them now, or shall I serve coffee and wait until the appointed time?”

Angela flicked open her desk diary to see who it was. Dan Crowther was a columnist for one of the more highbrow technology magazines, and she had reluctantly agreed to see him to answer some of his questions regarding the Sensor 1. With a sigh she replied.

“May as well send him in Stephen, I want to get him out of the way before the Board Meeting at lunchtime, and I have a feeling I may need some Tech support for this! Give the development office a call and have them send up someone capable of answering any in-depth specification questions, and make sure they send their best!”

Stephen acknowledged the instructions, so Angela stood and crossed to the less formal seating area at the other end of her office. After a quick check of her hair and make-up in the mirror she turned to face the door to greet her visitor. The man who was ushered in bore no relation to the image she had created in her mind. This was no pasty-faced techno-nerd with a dubious sense of dress; instead Dan Crowther moved and looked very much like a younger version of Gabriel Douglas! His resemblance to DL threw her normal poise into a spin, so much so that he had held his hand out in greeting before she regained her composure.

She noticed the twinkle in his eye and the raised eyebrow (another similarity!) as she took his large hand, yet when he spoke it was in complete contrast to the man she knew. The soft Southern drawl of pure New Orleans dripped like treacle across the space between them.

“I sure do appreciate you seeing me Ma’am, I know how busy you must be!”

Angela smiled and inclined her head in acknowledgement, then indicated the long leather couch beside them.

“Take a seat Mr. Crowther, and I shall try to answer any questions you may have. I have taken the liberty of asking one of my Development team to join us, I would hate to give you incorrect facts and figures!”

Dan Crowther smiled in a true lazy fashion, his bright blue eyes holding hers as he settled back into the deep cushions.

“Y’all know far more about your machine than I do Ma’am, so the technical side is probably beyond me. What I am interested in today is the MENTAL impact such a device may have on its user, and has there been any study on its affects so far?”

Angela thought fast. This was NOT what she had expected (or in truth wanted) so she would have to be very careful how she handled this. They had employed a team of psychologists to put together a questionnaire for users to gauge any negative responses; however she did not have the latest data from that…DAMN she hated to be unprepared! She gave him her best smile as her brain raced.

“We have taken steps to monitor that information Mr. Crowther, and review it on a regular basis. As far as I am aware we have discovered nothing that indicates any negative effects at all; however I would need to get the current reports to answer that fully.”

She SAW the pleasure in his eyes when he realised he had caught her on the hop, and she cursed inwardly as his smile grew broader. He slowly crossed one long leg over the other and shifted to face her fully, his body language telling her he felt in control.

“It would be a great help to me if those were available Ma’am, the good ‘ol boys on the Editorial team will crucify my poor ass if I give them guesswork!”

Angela was saved briefly by the quiet knock at the door, and the entrance of her technical support. She held up her hand to stop his progress towards them.

“I’m sorry but I won’t need your help with this; however I would appreciate you contacting Dr. Trelawny and ask him to bring up the latest evaluation reports for me?”

The young man looked slightly relieved that he wasn’t needed, and confirmed he would do as she asked before scuttling out of the room. Angela decided to use the delay to defuse the situation and turned on her charm.

“You do not look like a technical journalist Mr. Crowther, far too good looking, and I am interested in how a Southern boy like yourself ended up over here in rainy England?”

Dan Crowther smiled his lazy smile and shrugged, but not before letting his eyes flick over the woman sat close to him. He took in her trim figure, the good legs, and her expensive power suit in one glance before returning his gaze to her face. He was pleased to see the slight colouring on her cheeks…she had seen his appraisal.

“You flatter me Ma’am, I’m just a N’Orleans boy trying to make his way in this world and going where the work takes me! After my Psychology Major work was pretty much all dried up in the ‘States, and the magazine offered me a column of my own so here I am! I have to say that y’all know how to make a soul feel welcome, and I have enjoyed my time here more than I thought!”

Angela knew that behind the good looks and easy charm lay a sharp mind; she would have to be careful with this one! She had felt the burn on her cheeks when his eyes had rolled over her, and chided herself for reacting like a little girl! She built a mental image of him kneeling at her feet, as all the men in her life did, and she found some comfort in knowing that were circumstances different he would not be so cocky! His next comment threw her again.

“Have you been a regular user of the Sensor 1 yourself Ma’am? I understand it can do some mighty strange things to a person once you let it into your head, and your Premium members are ALL about getting as much pleasure from each other as they can! I was chatting to a lovely gal from High Fashion magazine last week and she got all gooey-eyed at what it had done to her…have you experienced that yet?”

She could feel his eyes boring into her as she shifted uncomfortably on the couch, the intimate nature of the question catching her out completely. She composed her face before answering him, her voice taking on a slight edge.

“That is a very personal question Mr. Crowther, and one I am not inclined to answer. As part of its development process I helped as much as I could of course, but those sessions were confined to the technical aspects of how user-friendly we could make it. Have YOU used a headset yet?”

He had picked up the tone, and the slight change in her demeanour, so held up his hands defensively.

“I’m sorry if I caused offence Ma’am, I had no mind to do so! I’m a simple Louisiana boy and forget my manners sometimes, so please forgive me? I haven’t gotten around to trying one of the devices so far; they are a little outside of my pay-scale (he smiled) but I sure hope to get the chance mighty soon!”

Angela breathed a sigh of relief when the door opened again and the portly figure of Dr. Trelawny was ushered into the room. After brief introductions he perched his half-moon glasses on his nose and opened the file he was carrying.

“As you will see the file has very little in it! We have had no reports of anything worth investigating, and the uptake of the questionnaire has been slightly disappointing. It seems the community that use the Sensor 1 are not inclined to share their experiences outside of the virtual world!”

He offered the file to Dan Crowther, who briefly cast his eyes over the summary sheet within. He turned the page, and smiled when he discovered the copy of the questionnaire within. He started to read through the questions slowly, his analytical brain gauging what TYPES of responses each would illicit, alarm bells sounding as he worked down the list. He creased his brow and looked up at the psychiatrist opposite him.

“These questions are TOO specific, and actually guide the subject towards giving an answer that is preferable! Look at this one, number 4…

“Have you experienced any sensation that has caused confusion or pain...”

“That only requires a simple yes or no answer, and doesn’t give scope to discuss any OTHER type of sensation. If you are going to ask this type of question you need to give the subject the opportunity to tell you WHAT they felt, and not be so blinkered in responding to the things you have listed.”

The older man coughed and spluttered, his face turning dark red as he peered at Dan Crowther with barely disguised outrage.

“I’ll have you know those questions were put together by a team of the most HIGHLY qualified psychiatrists in the country! Do you have the nerve to think that YOU could do better?”

The young journalist held his ground, leaning forward to make his point.


“What I AM saying is that some of these questions are DESIGNED to give a positive outcome! You expect people to put down that they had a psychotic episode…or that they became dis-associated after a prolonged session of use? They are not qualified to assess what happened to them, and it is YOUR job (he pointed a finger at the psychiatrist) to gather that information in a way that you can make an informed judgement! I would be interested to see those questionnaires you HAVE received to see exactly what it was that you didn’t think required further investigation!”

Angela could feel the tension in the room, and decided she should act to bring this whole thing to a close. She looked at Dr. Trelawny and smiled in a placating manner.

“I am sure that Mr Crowther was not doubting your qualifications or abilities in your field Doctor, so if you would kindly leave us and a copy of your findings with my receptionist I will talk with you later.”

The psychiatrist looked confused at the obvious dismissal, and with a huff and a nod he rose and stalked out of the room. Angela turned her attention back to the younger man.

“Perhaps you and I should talk further on this matter at a later date? If you feel we may be missing something then I would appreciate your input.”

Dan Crowther stood and offered his hand again, only this time it held a business card.

“It would be a pleasure Ma’am. My numbers are all on there, so feel free to call me at any time! I thank you for seeing me today, and hope I haven’t caused any upset?”

Angela took the card and glanced at the printed information. His personal cell-phone number was listed, so she made a note to use that for all communication.
After showing him to the door she returned to her desk deep in thought.
The LAST thing she needed was some reporter putting out a story that there may be hidden dangers in using the Sensor 1, so this had to be put to bed as soon as possible. She pressed the button on her intercom and spoke to Stephen.

“Is Dr. Trelawny still around? He is?...good...send him back in immediately!”

She waited a few moments before the door opened again, and the psychiatrist stomped across to her desk. His face was still beetroot red as he muttered in indignation.

“I have NEVER, in all my years, had my integrity questioned in such…”

Angela held up her hand and glared at him.

“Shut up! I want copies of every questionnaire that has been returned on my desk within the hour…and I mean ALL of them!

The psychiatrist stood there open-mouthed for a second, before turning around with a shake of his head and exiting her office again. Angela pressed the intercom again.

“Go with the doctor and make sure that the information I have asked him for is back here as quickly as possible…and cancel all my appointments for the rest of the day!”

Angela sat back in her large chair and steepled her fingers, her mind working over the implications of the morning.


In a small village just outside Malaga in Spain Juanita Mendez writhed under the assault on her senses. She had gone into the “Extreme Playground” of the Ultimate Room, and immediately had felt herself pushed to the ground. Fingers had torn at her clothes; she could feel the bruises they left behind as she was held helplessly under the invisible attacker. Her fantasy had always been for brutal sex, to be taken against her will…but this was TOO real! She finally managed to tear the headset off and lay whimpering on her bed, glad that the house was empty and she would have time to recover before her husband returned.
Chapter Two


Carl Strummer, the CEO of Cyberforth Inc. banged his meaty fist on the boardroom table and made the other occupants in the room flinch. He glared at them all individually before turning to face his Technical Director with a sneer on his face.

“All you ever tell me is “Its difficult!” It can’t be THAT fucking difficult if those amateurs over at Der Unterworld can do it! You are supposed to be some hot-shot fucking brain with the MIT qualifications, and you have the most expensive team of researchers to work with...so WHY have you not solved this?”

The TD held the angry gaze and formulated his answer carefully.

“We have tried to “obtain” the information we need from the servers they use, but their security is phenomenal. Duplicating the headsets is NOT the problem, what they send to the brain via the uplink is the issue.”

He stood and moved around to the whiteboard at the end of the table.

“The electrical impulses that the brain receives are de-coded by different neurons depending on what that signal consists of. Those neurons then transmit that information through chemical and electrical signals into the receptive areas specific to the functions required. All this happens millions of times a second, and while we can record the activity until now we have not had the ability to orchestrate OR manipulate. They have discovered how to do it, and THAT is the information we need. It could take us years to work through what data we have in the hope of replicating their work, so we need to cut corners.”

The whole room understood what he was saying. The silence was palpable before Carl Strummer resumed his chair and spoke quietly.

“I will not allow them to monopolise the market like this any further, so, gentlemen, I would like to introduce you to a new employee.”

The door at the end of the room opened and the large man who entered walked quickly to stand beside the CEO. He acknowledged the hand that was placed on his shoulder, and turned to face the members of the board as Carl Strummer outlined his plans.

“This young man is going to get inside Der Unterworld for us. Steps have already been taken (he held up a hand to stem the questions) that will be on a need-to-know basis, and I envisage that within the next month we will have the information we require.”

On the other side of the world Angela lay back in her bath and enjoyed the foot massage. Her “Boys” had a foot each, and the firm but experienced fingers soon made her sigh and feel the stress of the day dissipate. She thought about Dan Crowther, and realised that he had intrigued her a fair amount! He was not openly submissive; in fact he displayed the attitude of an experienced Dominant; however her research into him had not revealed any links to the LifeStyle or kinky practices. He had been comfortable in his skin, confident, another trait he shared with DL…but there was no discernable “edge” to him at all. She had to admit she had found that attractive, and the images that were flowing through her mind right now were making her heat up. She opened her eyes, and tried to decide which one of her two slaves she would allow to pleasure her. Both were well-endowed muscular studs, and as identical twins there was nothing on the surface to separate them; however Thomas had the more experienced tongue. She shook the foot he was holding to get his attention.

“I need your mouth boy, so come and kneel just here.”

She tapped the rolled edge of the large bath, his pleasure at being selected obvious as his cock started to harden immediately. His brother Anthony grimaced but continued to manipulate her toes as he watched enviously from the end. Once Thomas had knelt Angela eased herself upright and spread her thighs, her hands holding his large head to guide his mouth onto her pussy.

She tilted her head back and moaned as his tongue penetrated her lips quickly, lapping and flicking at her clit, teasing down over her opening before delving inside. She could feel the tension building quickly, so digging her nails into his scalp she ground her hips against his face to enjoy the feel of his heavy breathing against her skin. She came with a growl, bucking hard against him before pushing him away and lowering herself back into the warm bubbles. She waved her hand at them, the quiet “Leave me!” receiving two sharp bows as they retreated from the room. She smiled happily at the way her imagination had placed Dan Crowther between her thighs, and wondered if he was capable of doing the same to her? Perhaps she would call him after her bath, and set up another meeting to discuss the questionnaire with him; after all he HAD said to call at any time?
Once she had dried herself and slipped into her favourite robe she wandered through her apartment and into the large lounge. After instructing the boys to give her some privacy she reached for the business card and phone, pleased that he answered after only a couple of rings.

“Dan? This is Angela from Der Unterworld, I hope I’m not disturbing you?”

His accent oozed down the phone at her, the chuckle in his voice obvious.

“Not at all Ma’am, I had been hoping you would call. I thought I may have over-stayed my welcome with you previously, so I’m mighty pleased to hear from you!”

Angela settled back with a satisfied smile and purred back down the phone at him.

“I would like to discuss you changing the questionnaire for me to make it more informative? Could you do that?”

Dan Crowther smiled at his reflection in the large glass window opposite.

“It would surely be a pleasure to help you Ma’am, I am honoured you would ask! I know its late, and past the hour for a man to visit a lady at home, so shall we arrange something for the mornin’?”

Angela stretched out like a cat across the soft leather of the couch, her small chuckle barely reaching him at the other end of the phone.

“I am a lady who likes things to be done Mr Crowther, and the time is of no consequence. I shall expect you within the next hour?”

After giving him her address she terminated the call and called for the boys. They were both confused at the sudden granting of a night off, but it didn’t take long for them to change and bid her goodnight! Angela poured herself a large brandy and stood looking down at the city below her apartment. She had not moved from here even after the Christopher incident, a complete makeover and refurnish had erased all traces of him, and she was happy to call it home. She decided she would stay natural for the visit of Dan Crowther…no make-up and just her robe, her long hair drying into soft curls to see if his interest in her could be reproduced. She knew she looked good for her age, her skin still tight and flawless on her face, and her body kept in shape through hard work in the gym! The robe would give him glimpses, tease, and she was wondering if he would take the bait when the buzzer for her apartment sounded. With a quick flick of her hair she walked across and slipped the latch on the front door before turning to go back to the window, the brandy helping to build the heat in her stomach. In less than five minutes she heard the elevator arrive and his footsteps sounding in the hallway before coming into her home. She turned at the quiet “Ma’am?” as he entered the lounge, his eyes taking in her silhouette against the cityscape outside. She saw a change in his face as his pace increased and he crossed the floor towards her, and she leaned back against the glass when he loomed over her. Without warning his hands were on her shoulders, turning her to press her face and chest against the cool window, one hand moving to the back of her neck as the other pulled her robe up sharply. She whimpered as she felt his hand between them, releasing his pants so that his hard cock pushed against the top of her ass. He growled into her ear.

“Up onto your toes Ma’am, it will help me go deeper…”

Angela did as she was told and raised, at the same time pushing her hips back at him. She gasped when he entered her, joined quickly by a moan from him when he felt the heat in her. They stood coupled against the window, his thrusts almost lifting her off her feet as they grunted in time. He lowered his head and kissed her exposed neck, Angela leaning into him, her hands going back around his hips to pull him against her harder. They both became more frantic, his grunts louder to match her gasps as they pushed each other towards orgasm, her whispered plea to come taking him over the edge at the same time. They both collapsed into a heap on the floor, his arms wrapping around her as she turned to face him. His eyes were dark, but full of laughter as he gave her his Southern smile.

“Y’all needed that as much as I did!”

Angela grinned back at him.

“You are a bad man Mr Crowther! What happened to the good old-fashioned Southern Gentleman?”

He shrugged theatrically.

“I guess that ol’ boy left the room the minute I saw a hot lil gal standing in front of the window displaying her wares!”

Angela batted her eyelashes in mock modesty.

“Surely you don’t mean ME Mr. Crowther? I was merely looking to spend a little time discussing business, and you took advantage of me!”

Dan raised an eyebrow and shook his head at her.

“Y’all mean to tell me that your hot lil cooch is always that wet when discussing business? And I seem to remember some lil ole hips pushing back AT me instead of trying to get away?”

Angela chuckled and patted his cheek.

“You may have a valid argument there, now be a dear and fetch me a long cold drink from the bar?”

Dan looked at her askance before rolling her away from him, his hand landing a hefty slap to her ass as he stood and crossed the room. Angela had yelped when the blow landed, and pouted at his swagger as he returned with two frosted beers. He looked into her eyes and smiled again.

“Somethin’ botherin’ you Ma’am?”

Angela grumbled but said nothing, tucking her robe around her as she sipped on the beer. She knew he was vanilla, but there was a possibility he would take to being a little more to her usual tastes. He was comfortable being a man, doubtless his upbringing in the South giving him a slightly superior image of himself that would prove useful. She liked his looks, and although at first glance she had compared him with DL it had soon become obvious he was very different. He was younger for a start, and didn’t have that darkness in him that gave DL his presence, but she found it refreshingly attractive. He cultivated a slight boyish innocence, yet she had seen how smart he was so knew it was a front designed to disarm people; and she guessed it worked a treat with women!
She felt his eyes on her, and looked up when his fingers stroked her cheek.

“I did a little checking up on you before I came to see you Ma’am…or should I call you Lady J? It seems you can be a feisty madam around most men, so what have I done to deserve different?”

She lowered her head against his shoulder, enjoying his fingers that were now playing with her wild hair.

“Most men I meet already have preconceptions of who I am. They WANT me to be Lady J, so I simply give them that as it serves my purpose. You, on the other hand, treated me as an equal from the beginning…and THAT I liked!”

He chuckled deep in his chest.

“I have to tell you honey, if you had gotten all Dominatrixy with me there may have been a few fireworks! While I can understand the need in people on a psychological level (he winked at her) this Southern boy likes his women to be women! You’ll do mighty fine just being plain old Angela with me from the start.”

She gave him a sheepish grin and pretended to rub her ass again.

“So where did the slap come from? Is that a Southern-style greeting?”

He laughed and shook his head.

“My Daddy always told me that when a gal gets uppity there’s nothin’ like a good whuppin’ to make her change her ways!”

Angela snuggled up against him and smiled.

“I think I would have liked your Daddy, and it shows that you have SOME promise!”

She pretended not to hear the growl in his chest, and the muttered expletives that were directed down at her.

A Taste Of Past Imperfect

She kept her fingers in contact with the wall as she moved slowly deeper into the cave. She could feel the weight of the earth above her, and the drop in temperature made her shiver violently. Cursing the fact that her flashlight was totally inadequate for its task, she was relieved when the cave opened out into a larger space lit by a single bulb. She turned slowly to take in what remained of the décor; carved columns now crumbled and faded murals were all that was left of this once-sumptuous playground. There were so many rumours and innuendo’s regarding the activities of the Hellfire Club that it would take her YEARS to get to the truth; but she could "feel" something had happened here...something base and raw. Joss closed her eyes and breathed in the still cool air, letting her imagination fill in the sounds and smells of those years gone by. With a jolt she saw herself chained and naked in the middle of the floor, the cowled figures looming over her with grasping hands, each one with an erection that would split a horse....


Chapter One


When DL announced that he wished to move from the house Joss was not in the least surprised. It was over a year since they had returned from the South of France and every day he mentioned that something "had to go" as it reminded him of the past. The garage now held lots of "some-things" that she had hidden away but still he was not happy, so when he told her at breakfast she could see that the decision had not been easy. Joss actually loved the house; it was huge and full of interesting artefacts from around the world collected on his travels...some of them worthy of a place in a museum! It had become her home with him, the place where their feelings had deepened (not to mention her bond to him) and she would be sad to leave. He must have seen the shadow pass across her face at the news, so with a smile he patted his knee for her to come and get a cuddle.

"I know you love this place babygirl; however I think a fresh start would be perfect, and it would be a place that had only OUR mark on it."

Joss settled into his arms and snuffled against his neck, his habitual aftershave making her smile and wriggle to get closer. She lifted her head to talk to him.



"This place has too many memories for you Sir, so I can understand why (she paused)...have you found us somewhere else?"
He spun her around to sit astride him, his eyes full of laughter and that something else that always made her tremble a little...and give an involuntary clench!

"I thought I would leave that up to you! With your passion for architecture and old buildings I am sure you will find the perfect place for us. I was thinking somewhere different...perhaps with a touch of Gothic darkness to it?"

Joss beamed and bounced in his lap.

"Really?? I get to go house hunting?? Cool!! When can I start?"

DL chuckled at the enthusiasm and sheer childlike quality to her happiness. It was one of the things that had melted his heart, the ability she had to throw herself into something with all the glee and reckless abandon of an 8 year old and yet behind it all was a sharp mind. He could see the thinking process written across her face...estate agents, magazines, maps...and knew he had made the perfect decision. He waited until she had stopped shuffling before he could get her full attention.

"I would like it to be within a 50 mile circle of where we are now, purely because of access and links to the motorway networks. Although Lady J is now running Der Unterworld I still have obligations and work that needs to be done. Given that we are in the heart of the country, and surrounded by some beautiful areas I think you will find something suitable!"

Joss dropped her head and peered up at him through her long eyelashes, a small pout appearing as if by magic.

"But what if I find somewhere and you don't like it? Or what if there is NOWHERE suitable?" She kicked her legs like a little girl "And what if I like it THAT much that I would DIE if we didn't have it and it was outside of the area and..."


DL shook his head and placed his finger against her lips.
"You have several hundred square miles in which to search babygirl...there WILL be somewhere!"

The smile instantly re-appeared on Joss's face.

"Great!! I'll start looking today!!"

She slid off his lap, swerving her hips to avoid the swat aimed at her ass that she KNEW was coming, and with a giggle she skipped off in the direction of the study and its computers.
DL smiled as she disappeared out of the kitchen...that girl was getting too damn cheeky! He collected the dishes and crossed to the sink, his gaze going out through the window to take in the expanse of the large grounds. They needed care again to look their best for the coming summer, but his heart wasn't in it. His eyes travelled out to the distant stone building that was the Playroom, and even though he was in a contemplative mood it didn't stop the twitch in his groin as his mind went back to the previous night. Joss had been teasing him all day in that innocent way she had of dressing, as he liked but just staying out of reach. She would somehow manage to avoid being close enough for him to grab her, and the little smile and flashes of green eyes told him she knew...and she knew it would cost her! Finally in the early evening he had growled and gone after her, Joss squealing and making a dash for the stairs that was cut short by a large hand wrapping in her hair. She wriggled like an eel as she was thrown over his shoulder and taken through the house and out of the back door, her squealing quieter now she could see where they were headed. DL marched up the path towards the playroom, kicking the doors open with his foot before depositing her not very gently on the floor! Joss scrambled on her hands and knees looking for somewhere to hide as he locked the door behind him and threw the key into the far corner. She tucked herself under his favourite antique rack and watched as he circled the room lighting the braziers set high on the walls, her lower lip being chewed at what was in store for her. When all the braziers were lit he turned so that she could see him. His voice was deep and full of menace, his clothes being removed as he walked slowly towards her.

"You have made me wait ALL day little girl. You have teased and tempted at every opportunity, knowing it would make me growl and want you, so now it is time for me to take up all those offers."

Joss squeaked and tried to make herself smaller, but she knew it was hopeless...where could she go? DL paused as he removed his pants, and she groaned when she saw how hard he was...it meant trouble for her! Waiting until he had to come around another piece of equipment and she was slightly out of sight she made her move. Darting from under the rack quickly she scampered across the room towards where he had thrown the key. If she could get to the door and off down the garden he wouldn't chase her naked...would he?
She almost had a smile forming on her lips when her feet were taken from under her as she was tackled to the floor (damn he was quick for an old guy!) finding herself wrapped up in a bear hug.
He picked her up like a doll and carried her across to a low bench, pushing her face down and holding her there while he ceremonially ripped her skirt and panties down and forced her thighs apart. With one hand holding her wrists in the small of her back his other hand went around her throat and arched her up to him, Joss gasping in the grip as he positioned her as he wanted. She moaned as his head came down and he sank his teeth into the soft skin on the side of her neck, the moan turning into a choked groan as he pushed his engorged cock deep into her. He held her like that as his hips pumped against her, her body shaking as he used her for his pleasure, Joss wriggling helplessly at the assault. She could feel him fill her totally with each thrust, only the tight grip on her throat preventing her from crying out each time, yet she could feel how her juices were making it even easier for him! She had never orgasmed from being fucked alone, but the combination of his bite and the way he had just simply taken her made the tingles seem VERY close...she felt on heat! She whimpered when he changed his grip and flipped her over onto her back, his hands clamping her legs behind the knees and forcing them up and apart. He loomed over her, his weight pressing down, and she saw the darkness in his eyes. Joss knew then she was going to be used like a toy, and as he forced his cock inside her again she lifted her head to nestle against his shoulder, her mouth close to his ear. Through gasps she kissed him gently, and her voice was a whisper.

"Hurt me Sir...."

DL ran his hands over his eyes as he turned from the window, the memory still vivid, his attention caught by excited shouts coming from the study.

"Come and look at THIS Sir!!"
He chuckled and adjusted his pants to hide the obvious bulge as he made his way towards the room, now was not the time for that! Joss was hopping from foot to foot and pointing at the screen as he approached.

"Look at this place Sir, it has us written all over it! Its has loads of rooms, even a ballroom, AND a pool...and its own forest!! Look at the style of those turrets...those windows...its like the Addams Family house!"

He leaned down to take a closer look, Joss tutting when he squinted and passing him his glasses with a huff. She knew he hated to wear them but she wanted him to see it properly! He scrolled down the screen slowly, mumbling about certain features, nodding his head at others, before turning to face her.

"You are right about this place...it IS us! (He looked back down at the screen)...where does it say how much it is?"
Joss screwed her face up and turned him away from the screen.

"Don't you worry about that Sir, I'll make sure they do a great deal on it!"

She gave him her biggest smile.

"Can I at least go and look at it?"

DL tried to peer over her head at the screen again but she pulled his chin down so he had to answer. He grumbled but gave a little nod. Joss whooped and jumped up into his arms, wrapping her legs around him and covering his face in little kisses. He laughed and prised her off him, the slide down his body taking her over the still-prominent bulge causing her to look at him with a cocked eyebrow.
"Are you more excited about this than you are letting on Sir?"

She cheekily rubbed her palm over the front of his pants, pleased when she felt a stirring. Knowing she was pushing her luck she dropped to her knees and quickly unzipped him, stroking the hardening cock she released while giving him a very wanton smile.

"I can't go out for the day leaving you with this Sir, that would make me a very bad girl!"

She was wrapped her lips around the large glans and purred in her throat quietly...this was going to be a great day!
They spent an hour on the phone with the Estate Agents, finally getting them to agree she could see the house that afternoon, so Joss went and changed out of her "house clothes" and into something more acceptable in public. She loved wearing things that he liked, it made her feel desired and available to him, but the weather was still cool for spring so she wrapped up warmly. It would take her no more than an hour to get there, so she skipped down the stairs to find where he was. After wandering through the usual rooms she went to the front of the house and into the more formal sitting rooms, surprised to find him in there, his back to her as he stood near the window holding a photo frame.
When she got closer she could see it was a picture of him and Christopher, their arms around each other, faces split by big smiles, obviously taken at some event or such. He jumped slightly when he realised she was there, and passed her the frame with a sigh.
"That was taken on the night of the Ball when I handed over the reins to him. I still cannot believe how it all turned out (he shook his head sadly) but thank god it is all behind us now."

Joss placed the frame back onto the side table and moved close to hug him.

"It was none of your doing Sir, so you mustn't blame yourself. The move from here will take all those memories away I hope, give you distance, and we will have fun making the new place our own!"

She felt him give himself a shake before he leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose.

"Don't jump in at the first house babygirl (he chuckled quietly) there are lots of places out there yet!"

She grinned up at him and pulled away, buttoning her coat as she turned to the door.

"I have a great feeling about this house Sir, but I'll take your advice!"

She walked quickly through the hall and down the stone steps to the driveway, her car beeping open as she turned to wave at him watching from the window. Setting the SatNav with the co-ordinates she gunned her small car down the drive and out onto the country lane towards the motorway, cranking up her stereo so that sounds of show tunes filled the surrounding fields as she passed. The drive through the leafy Warwickshire countryside was soothing, Joss loved the history of England and its feeling of "oldness"...something her native California lacked. With Germanic efficiency the SatNav took her through winding lanes until it announced they had reached their destination. She stopped the car and looked around, but there was no sign of any house? She was just going to check the details again when another car pulled up opposite and a young woman climbed out from the drivers seat. She was dressed in a very smart fitted suit, and Joss admired the way she walked across to her on what were impossibly high heels! The woman bent down to look in through Joss's window, showing a lot of cleavage in the process.

"Miss Morgan? Hi there, I'm Heidi from Bartrum and Higgins Estates. I'm here to show you around Cranfield Hall...if you would like to follow me I'll show you the way in!"
Joss smiled, and stepped out of her car as Heidi walked quickly back to hers and popped the trunk. Balancing carefully she swapped her stiletto’s for a pair of chunky boots before turning to look at Joss with a shrug.

"I love my heels, but damn they hurt walking around these big old places!" She nodded down at Joss's Timberlands. "At least you had the good sense to wear something comfortable!"

She smiled again and led the way around a slight corner in the road, whereupon they came to a large set of ornate gates with a long drive disappearing through the trees beyond. Heidi slipped a key into a shiny new padlock to release it, and pushed the gates open while glancing down at her notes.

"The Hall has just over 20 acres of grounds, most of it woodland but there are two lawned areas close to the property. Its a fair walk from here up the drive so I hope you don't mind?"

Joss shook her head.

"Its such a lovely day that the walk will do me good! I am still getting used to all this GREEN around me (she waved her arms at the surrounding trees) its like a huge country park!"


The women exchanged small talk as they walked through the woods up towards the house. Heidi had picked up on her accent and was fascinated as to why she had come to England, Joss glossing over the full story and claiming she had been kidnapped but fell for the kidnapper! They were still chuckling when the trees thinned and the house came into view. It was just as Joss had imagined...better even...a huge Gothic masterpiece hidden away from prying eyes! The towers soared over them as the walked up to the large studded wooden door, Joss craning her head back to take in the dimensions and splendour of the leaded windows and sweeping buttresses...DAMN she loved this place already! They spent over an hour inside as one delight led to another, Joss cooing over the high ceilings and ornate cornicing, the dark wood panelling and marble floors...it was perfect!
As they passed through the large kitchen and into what Heidi described as an Orangery Joss could just make out a spire in the distance that seemed to be in the grounds.

"What’s that place over there?"

Heidi rustled through her notes until she found what she wanted.

"That is the local parish church. It was here before the house was built and incorporated into the estate, and is still in use today! The owner gave them grounds to extend the churchyard further, and was a Patron of their unique library that is rumoured to go back to the early Middle Ages!"

Joss smiled and mentally hugged herself. This place was getting better and better...DL HAD to love it...and she would do everything in her power to make it theirs. She was gazing out into space, her mind thinking of all the things she could do to "persuade" him if he baulked at the idea, when she realised that Heidi was looking at her in a strange way. She focussed on the woman when her guide spoke.

"Are you okay Miss Morgan? I could have sworn you whimpered then?"

Joss blushed scarlet and turned to march back towards the kitchen.



Chapter Two

DL checked his watch, noting the time as he fired up his computer and opened Skype. Each day he had a video-conference with Lady J to discuss the state of the company and deal with any issues raised, and the new Lady J was always there waiting for him. When she appeared she was talking off-screen, and it gave him a moment to reflect on the changes in her. She was still beautiful; however her change to Domme, and the pressures of running the business, had given her face a harder edge. She was more severe in appearance, always dressed from head to toe in black leather and lace...the striking image matched with a very cool and calculating brain. She growled instructions to some hapless helper and turned to face him, the smile changing her demeanour to the one he remembered from the past.

"Gabriel! How lovely to see you today! (she peered closely at the screen) Are those bags under the Dark One's eyes? Has that flame-haired little temptress being keeping you busy?"

DL laughed at the evil grin she gave him.

"You know her well Angela, she is turning into a very bad nymph (he shrugged theatrically) but I cannot complain at the creature I have created!"

They exchanged pleasantries and teasing for a further five minutes before a change in Lady J's tone foretold she had some news.

"I have been looking at the figures this morning Gabriel, and though they are healthy there is little growth. We have reached a plateau, the world is more aware of our lifestyle thanks to some literary releases, and though we all benefited from the new interest I feel it has settled again. I have a feeling that the faithful are waiting for something new...and I may just have found it!"

DL listened intently while she ran through what she believed would be the future for them (it was science fiction become fact!) only interrupting with simple questions. She had commissioned researchers to take things through to the next step, and she would be grateful if she could count on his support with the Board? He didn't hesitate to confirm she had it, and they signed off with a promise to meet at the weekend to go into the finer points of her plans.
He sat back in his chair with a bemused smile. After all his years in the Life he had imagined most things, TRIED most of them, and yet this could be something he had never considered. His nature made him cautious with new technology, and he was the first to admit it confused him constantly; however he also knew that HIS ways were now outdated and Angela would take them forward. Part of him longed for a simple life away from all forms of communication gadgetry, the thought of being Robinson Crusoe had always appealed to him, yet he now relied on it as much as everyone else. One of his biggest hates vibrated quietly on the desk, and picking up the phone to answer he growled his annoyance at whoever was on the other end before their image appeared. He laughed at the soft whine coming from the startled face of Joss on the screen.

"I didn't commit us to anything, honestly Sir!"

She babbled for a full five minutes about the virtues of Cranfield Hall, trying hard not to sound as though she was selling it to him at the same time as trying to sell it to him! She gazed at him in silence for a few seconds while she waited for him to say something.

"Sir? Can you still see me?"

He smiled softly at the concern on her face.

"I guess that means I am going to have to go look at this place, right?"

Joss tried very hard not to do a little dance while he could see her.

"Only if you REALLY want to Sir, but I'm sure you will find the journey worthwhile (she paused for the count of two) shall I make another appointment?"

She held her breath for what seemed an eternity before he nodded his agreement with a sigh.

"You could sell sand back to the Arabs my little minx! Now get that cute ass back here sharpish as we have an invite to a club I have never heard of before...apparently it is one of the oldest in the world!"

Joss turned her phone off with a whoop of glee, the hard part had been done and all that remained was to make sure he was in the right frame of mind to visit the house...and she knew what would do that! She walked back across the road to a waiting Heidi, who was more than pleased to make the arrangements for the visit...would this coming Friday be too soon? Joss grinned at her and told her it would be perfect, adding with a wink that she could swing it when she got home. As she drove back towards the old house she gave herself a mental telling off. She knew he adored her, and lusted after her constantly...but she should be careful with becoming too bold. Once before she had been blatant with him, the end result leaving her unable to sit for several days after he had used her in every imaginable way (and some she hadn't!)...her reward for being forward. She gave a little shiver at the memory, but also squirmed slightly in the seat, a small purring sound slipping from smiling lips. She giggled at herself.

"You are becoming a little whore Joss Morgan, where the hell has this all been hiding inside you?"

The green eyes in the rear-view mirror gleamed back at her.

It had been several months since they had attended any kind of lifestyle event or club, and given the circumstances Joss wanted to make an extra effort to make him proud to be seen with her. She had resisted some of his efforts to change her dress style; however as she slid into the long dress she had to admit it DID look horny. It was cut off the shoulder, the deep purple colour almost bordering on black made her pale skin shine, the careful boning in the bodice giving her a cleavage that even SHE liked the look of! She darkened what little make-up she wore (mainly around her eyes to make them more dramatic) and gave her long auburn hair an extra shake. It went against the grain but he liked her hair to look shaggy and wild (her "just ravaged" look he called it) so with a last look in the mirror she left her dressing room and walked slowly into the master bedroom. He was just adjusting the sleeves of his shirt when he looked up, the lecherous grin and wolf whistle he gave made her laugh and shake her head at him.
"You are a horny old goat Sir, you should be ashamed looking at a girl like that!"
He licked his lips and grinned again.

"This horny old goat feels extremely lucky to have a girl so pretty on my arm! You look ravishing babygirl, and I shall do my best not to rape you before we get there!"
Joss gave him a stern look and wrinkled her face.
"Thank you Sir, this girl would appreciate walking into a strange club without looking right royally fucked!"

She laughed and skipped quickly from the room to avoid the clothes brush he had launched in her direction, his chuckled "Cheeky brat!" following her down the stairs to wait in the hallway. She was pleased he was in a light mood, and after a visit to a club he was always growly for her (she grinned to herself) which meant that she was going to get lots of attention from him later!
He had picked his beloved Aston Martin to be the vehicle for the journey, and she watched his enjoyment at the way the car performed as he drove at slightly illegal speeds towards the motorway. She glanced at the SatNav and was surprised at the intended destination.

"That village is very near to Cranfield Hall Sir! What would a club be doing in a little place like that?"

He turned and gave her an inscrutable look, but his eyes shone with laughter.

"It is? Well what a coincidence? I am told this place, the HellsGate Club, has been in existence for over a hundred years and yet I have never heard of it! It will be interesting to see what a small setting feels like as a place to indulge in the lifestyle, a big change from the glitz and glamour of the city!"

Joss had the sneaking suspicion she had been set up, that he had already decided to go and look at the Hall and he had let her think about ways to persuade him! Damn he was a crafty bastard! She fumed for a minute, then had an idea. She turned slightly in her chair to face him, waiting until he glanced in her direction and she knew she had his attention. She let her Californian accent slip into one of a deep southern drawl.

"This girl is pleased that her One has chosen not to rape her BEFORE we get to the club, but if he wanted his way with her then .."

She slid her dress up and parted her thighs, making sure he was watching as she slipped two fingers deep inside herself slowly before bringing them up to show him.
"As you can see my big strong Sir...the girl would make it easy for you."

His eyes flicked over the sheen of her juices coating her painted nails, and Joss was extremely pleased at the slight wobble the car gave before he looked back at the road. She eased her dress down and pretended to look out of the window, smirking to herself at the mutters coming from the other side of the car.
As they pulled into the village of Lower Thorpe Joss was surprised at the amount of vehicles that all seemed to be going their way, a fact soon confirmed by their SatNav when it announced they were there. She looked through the car window at the large barn-like structure with the blue neon sign announcing "Welcome to Hellsgate". She exchanged a bemused look with DL as they climbed from the car and joined the short queue of people filing through the door, the two very large bouncers giving everyone close scrutiny and making her jump when the one closest to them stepped forward and raised his hand.

"Excuse me Sir, you wouldn't happen to be the Dark One by chance?"

DL gave a brief nod.

"Its seems I am expected!"

There were whispers and glances from those still queuing as they were led through the main entrance and steered towards a door marked "Private". A brief knock and they were shown through to be met by an extremely glamorous Domme. She smiled and nodded to DL, her eyes passing over Joss with a gleam as she extended her hand.
"It is an honour to have you here DL, and with such a pretty girl as well! I am Clarice, this is my club, and the hospitality of the house is yours to enjoy. I have wanted to meet you for years as your site was my introduction to the Life, and has been a constant part of my journey! If there is anything you desire (her eyes went over Joss again, and she licked dark red lips) anything at all...then please do not hesitate to ask."

DL bowed and slid his hand across Joss's shoulders..

"You are most gracious Clarice, I am honoured to have been invited. As you can see, with the exception of a little vodka I have all I could possibly need to enjoy the evening!"
Clarice clapped her leather-clad hands and the door was opened by a boy in his 20's.

"Make sure that the Dark One has anything he wants while he is here, if I see his glass empty at any point tonight I will strip the skin from your back."

The boy blanched, then lowered his eyes and nodded.

"At your command Mistress!"

Joss was pleased to be following the boy as they moved through towards the bar...Clarice had looked at her with the same hunger DL did, and it was a strange feeling for her! He had often teased her by saying he was going to hand her over to be used by a Domme, usually when she had been bratty, but she had mentally ignored it before. Now meeting one face to face, and feeling the power from her, Joss had scared trembles in her tummy at what that would actually mean? Her train of thought was distracted as they moved through the old barn. It had been partitioned into small cubicles and seating areas, each one sumptuously decorated (definitely a woman’s touch) to give them a close intimate feel. There were several small bars manned by figures clad completely in rubber, only when they stopped at one could she make out it was a woman in the outfit. The tight rubber headpiece the woman wore had no holes for eyes or a mouth, and she was chained in such a way that her movements were restricted to the area directly in front of her...all she could do was serve drinks. Joss watched amazed as she moved with fluid accuracy to prepare their order, a skill borne of long hours of practice using touch alone, and she wondered what had been her punishment at the start when the inevitable mistakes had been made? She glanced up at DL, and he returned a look that showed that even HE was impressed! They had turned from the bar to make their way towards what had been described as the "V.I.P" area when Joss came face to face with a very shocked Heidi. They stood there looking at each other for a second until DL leaned down to get Joss's attention.

"Are you going to introduce me to your friend?"

Flustered, Joss made introductions as Heidi simply stood there with her mouth open. It was only when DL reached out and placed his hand on her chin to close it did Heidi blink and go very red. Joss felt a touch on her shoulder and turned to look at him.

"I shall leave you girls to have a little chat. I will be up there (he indicated with his head the closed-off seating area)...don't be too long my girl, this place is going to be fun tonight!"
She watched him weave through the crowds before turning back to look at the girl stood in front of her.

"Well (she gave a shy smile) this is a surprise!"

Heidi suddenly became very animated.

"Oh my god!! I had no idea! Was that...is that...I mean that is the Dark One right? You belong to him??"

Joss laughed at the expression on Heidi's face.

"The one and only Heidi, and yes it is he who is thinking of buying Cranfield Hall! If I had known you were part of our world I would have been harder with the haggling!"

Heidi was looking over her shoulder towards where DL had gone then back at Joss.
"I can't BELIEVE I am going to be showing him around the house on Friday, that is still on... yes?"

Joss smiled and slipped her arm through the other girls to lead her towards the V.I.P area.

"Come and meet him properly, and (she gave Heidi an exaggerated wink) do your best sales pitch on him!"

She laughed at the terrified expression she saw as she virtually dragged the girl through the crowds. Joss had cursed inwardly when the girl was too flustered to do more than babble, but she felt sorry for her when she saw the look of relief on her face when she managed to escape and return back to the main room. She took a sip of her drink and saw that DL was looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
"You are a devious little minx Joss, and have no shame in trying to get another girl to sway me!"

Joss grinned and shrugged.

"I am what you have made me my Dark One."

More drinks appeared and he slipped a hand around her waist to steer her to the edge of the balcony, the view below one of heavy wooden crosses and benches...frames and stocks...some already decorated with willing victims. His hand was once again stroking up and down her back as he pointed out certain people he thought he knew (mostly Doms and Dommes) then he turned to face her so she could see what he was saying.

"There is someone I have arranged for you to meet tonight babygirl (He smiled when her eyes widened) it will be an interesting evening for both of us!"

When he turned back to watch the antics below Joss drained her drink in one large gulp.
She had just finished the second drink when he put pressure on her elbow and indicated that they were going for a walk around the club...Joss's heart starting to beat faster, knowing he was leading her into a new experience somewhere within the building.
The crowd thinned as they moved around to the far side of the play area, Joss watching as a girl writhed and moaned under the attention of a Dom wielding a flogger while another worked a large Hitachi vibrator over her pussy. The girl had every ounce of Joss's sympathy...every time she begged to be allowed to come the Doms stopped what they were doing and moved away, leaving the girl whimpering until they started all over again. She hoped they would put her out of her misery soon; the desperate look the girl gave her as she walked past struck a very deep cord.
She knew that he would never play with her in a public room (it was a promise he had made her at the beginning) yet he always managed to find an empty private room from out of nowhere, and that was where the rules changed. Joss bit her lip when he turned down a short corridor and opened a door into a darkened room (he had done it again!) his hand on the back of her neck making sure she kept pace with him as the door closed behind them. When her eyes adjusted to the single spotlight over the thick padded bench Joss realised they were not alone.
She watched transfixed as a vision encased in leather unwound from the chair behind the bench and walked slowly towards them.

Clarice.

Joss could feel the colour rising in her neck and chest as Clarice let her eyes wander over her, and when she licked those bright lips she whimpered quietly.

"I had heard you have exquisite taste with your girls DL, but she is something special!"

Clarice stepped forward and cupped Joss's chin in her hands...her cool blue eyes looking deep into hers.

"He has something special in mind for you tonight little girl...I hope you will thank him correctly when it is over!"

Joss shuddered slightly, something that was not missed by Clarice, and she threw back her head and laughed.

"I can see all this is still new to her DL (she winked at him) you are SUCH a bad man to bring her to me like this!"

Joss swallowed hard and turned to look at Him, her eyes wide with questions. Clarice had said she was there for HER??...He wouldn't give her to this Domme…surely?...but the smile and glitter in his eyes told her something completely different.
He would.

DL walked over to Joss and kissed her gently on the cheek, before taking her by the wrists and leading her over to the bench. He stood to the side and placed his hand in the small of her back, pushing her forward until her hips pressed against the dull leather covering, then taking first her left, and then her right wrist he clicked simple steel shackles in place. Joss took a deep breath at her position...bent forward at the waist, fixed against the bench, and the light overhead made the rest of the room dark so she had no idea where Clarice had moved to. DL came around the other side of the bench and faced her.
"It is time for you to expand your horizons a bit further lil Joss, and Lady Clarice has been good enough to offer her help (Joss went to talk but he placed his finger on her lips to silence her)...I know you will be a good girl for BOTH of us..."

Joss squeaked when she felt hands on her hips...hands with long nails. She went to turn her head but DL held her chin firmly, the frown on his face telling her to keep still. The hands raked across her ass and down each thigh, down past her knees to her ankles...and Joss could feel her long dress being gathered before the hands moved back up the length of her leg taking the material with them.
She whimpered and looked at him, his face remaining closed to her unspoken plea as Clarice lifted her dress all the way up to her hips. The Domme folded the dress neatly at the top of Joss's ass before allowing her hands to trail across the exposed flesh, her nails digging in slightly as she drew patterns of red stripes in the soft pale skin. Joss moaned as her ankles were tapped hard apart, pushed wider than she wanted, and at the same time DL slid his hand around the back of her head, using a grip in her long hair to force her downwards toward the top of the bench. She was bent over fully now, her breath coming in gasps, changing to a shocked inhale as Clarice's fingers found her pussy. The long painted nails parted the soft folds expertly to reveal her clit before flicking it sharply causing Joss to yelp.

"She is very small DL, are you going to allow me to play with her fully?"

Joss twisted her head so that she could see his reaction to what was happening, the moan coming from her before she could stifle it when she saw his smile and nod. The moan turned into a loud groan as what could only be the painted mouth of the Domme behind her clamped over her clit and sucked hard. Joss wriggled and shook as the experienced tongue and mouth worked over her, and she looked up at DL with eyes starting to fill with tears.

"Oh...please Sir...I'm not sure about this...I haven't...you didn't..."

Her voice was taken when Clarice slipped two fingers inside her, expertly finding her most sensitive spot, causing Joss to lift onto her toes and moan into the leather top of the bench. She sensed movement near her face, and opened her eyes to see DL unzipping His pants and releasing his already very hard cock. His hand was keeping her head pinned down, so she had little choice when he stepped closer and pushed it against her lips, his desire obvious.
Joss mewled as she opened her mouth; when he was hard like this he would go deep, and she knew he loved it when she gagged and struggled...and she knew that she was helpless.
The feel of the fingers and tongue, and the way that he simply held her and used her mouth, was making Joss twitch and writhe and get very close to coming.
In her dazed mind she knew she couldn't come without permission, but how could she ask? She tried to think of something...ANYTHING...that would slow down the tingles and ripples that were flowing through her pelvis, but she couldn't stifle a groan in her throat when the woman behind stopped touching her. He withdrew from her mouth at the same time, the flow of saliva from her lips dripping down to the leather under her cheek, and through blurred eyes she saw Clarice come and stand next to him near her head.
She couldn't make out what they were saying, but her eyes snapped open wide when she saw Clarice start to buckle a large strap-on dildo into place on her hips. Joss struggled when the woman moved back out of sight, and she twisted to get DL's attention again.

"No Sir...please!!...Don't let her do that to me...please Sir...please!!!"

DL crouched to look into her eyes, gave a small shake of his head, and calmly clamped his free hand over her mouth. Joss squealed into the palm as she felt something hard rub against her thigh and up towards her pussy, before pressing against her opening. She just had time to see him smile again before she arched at being taken by the large dildo. She screamed now as it went in so very deep, her wet pussy making it easy for the Domme to sink in to the hilt. She could feel Clarice's nails dig into her hips hard as she started to fuck her slowly, almost all of the way out before going all the way inside, the last moment when it hit deep making Joss grunt into the large hand over her mouth. She sensed DL stand again, and she squealed loudly when he tilted her head around towards him, his hand leaving her mouth just long enough to draw breath before he pushed his hard cock across her lips and down into her throat. She was impaled at both ends, the Domme moving out as he pushed into her, the rhythm building quickly making Joss shudder and shake between them. She gasped and spluttered at the assault on her mouth while her hips twitched and lifted each time Clarice moved in her, Joss's mind going fuzzy at being taken like this for the first time and the pleasure it was giving her a shock despite her fear! She was on the very edge, her whole body crying out for her clit to be touched, let her come, she was aware he KNEW she couldn't without that type of stimulation and she would stay wet and easy for them both! As if on cue they both stopped and pulled out of her, Jess gasping and wriggling as she mumbled quietly.
"Please Sir...Mistress...touch me...please...oh god please...."

The slap to her cheek shook her, and she opened sodden eyes to see Clarice standing close to her face, the large dildo shining in the light with her own juices. The Domme growled down at her.

"Lick it clean you pretty little slut!"

Joss whimpered and pushed her tongue out, licking tentatively at the large toy, until the sharp pain of a large hand landing on her ass made her push her mouth around it and suck feverishly. She felt the dildo jiggle in her mouth as Clarice laughed.

"You were right DL, she IS a good girl!"

Joss barely registered his hands lifting her hips before her mouth opened wide as he took her, ramming into her hard, hitting deep inside her to make himself come. Clarice gathered up Joss's hair and moved her head on the dildo as she groaned and whimpered at the pounding she was receiving. He was being brutal with her, deliberately going too deep and lifting her to rub inside her harshly, yet Joss could feel her juices dripping down her thighs. She was a rag doll under their hands, a helpless fuck toy at their mercy, and she was loving it. She felt him swell, and with an extra hard push that lifted her toes from the floor he came inside her, and she could feel his growl through the bench as he used her to milk himself.
Joss lay shaking and twitching on the bench as he withdrew. She was a mass of nerve-endings, her body on fire, her lips sore from being used by Clarice, yet all she could do was sob quietly when he came around and ordered her to lick him clean. She took the dripping cock into her mouth, the tears running down her cheeks as she ran her tongue over him, tasting his come and her juices. He pulled out of her mouth and crouched close to her face, lifting her chin to make her look at him.

"Ready my love?"

Joss opened her mouth to speak but nothing came, the vibrator that had been pressed onto her clit made it impossible for her to say a word. Her mouth dropped open and her eyes grew huge, simply staring at him as the first waves of the orgasm started. She jerked like a puppet as they rolled through her, growing stronger and stronger, and all she could remember afterwards was DL smiling and stroking her cheek, telling her what a good girl she had been.

Book Trailer out now!

A new trailer for Future Desires is out now! You can see it on My page or follow this link : Future Desires Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LJKRHP... so I hope you enjoy!

Trilogy in one book!

I have put it out there under one cover..The DarkSide Trilogy as one book! You get all three for the price of two..yes I know I'm spoiling you..but I'm nice that way! https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00ECISM9C only as an e-book..so get it while its out there!!

Amazed!

Over 1500 copies of Fallen Angel downloaded in 5 days..absolutely brilliant! That makes in total nearly 10,000 copies over the year it has been released..I am astounded. Thank you all, and I hope that some of you have enjoyed it! Reviews both good and bad at least tell Me it has had SOME effect on you (even if negative) and as a writer that is all you can wish for!

DS x

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Latest Book Out Now!!

Past Imperfect picks up where the DarkSide Trilogy left off, concentrating on the relationship between two of the main characters: DL & Joss.

As they move to a new home thay find all is not what it seems, and in their quest to solve the puzzle a rival appears in the shape of a VERY sadistic Domme!