After Marquissa Gabrielle reveals the true nature of her
sinful desires to Lady Jane by inflicting her with terrible—and
delightful—pain, Jane finds herself drawn into the intrigue of House
Blancbatton. Gabrielle reveals the depth of her affection for Baron
Rumberford—no great shock since the marquis is a follower of Sebastian—and how
she intends to live her life while married to a man with little interest in
her. Then Jane finds herself as the target of a terrible betrayal…
This is a 10,000 word novella
intended for adult audiences. Part four of five.
Content warning: This story
features graphic sex, BDSM, cheating spouses, gay sex, lesbian sex, bondage and
discipline, group sex, female dominance, female submission, sexual slavery, and
other explicit depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only
content.
Excerpt:
“You can’t be done already,” the
blond woman told her before Jane could catch her breath and report on what she
had seen.
Jane caught herself about to
curtsey, the same motion servants back in her family’s house would make right
before they apologized for something completely out of their control, but
needed to be reported anyway. The duke didn’t want the slaves to curtsey or bow.
They were property, he always stated, not people and did not need to
participate in the etiquettes of nobility. “No, my lady. I’m not done yet. I
haven’t started. The room is occupied.”
“Occupied?” The marquissa’s face
darkened. “By whom?”
“The marquis, my lady…and Lord
Raymond,” she added.
“I see. They are occupying
themselves?”
“They are as intimate as lovers
as possible.”
The marquissa sighed. “I suppose
I shouldn’t begrudge my husband his pleasures. Find Baron Rumberford, tell him
we’ll need to use his room instead of mine. It took some doing and rushing
about, but Jane made the arrangements and escorted Marquissa Gabrielle up to
the baron’s room. It wasn’t as nice as the marquissa’s nor did it have the
commanding view of the manor’s gardens, but at the moment the marquissa wasn’t
so concerned with such niceties.
The baron’s manservant was just
inside the door and actually announced them as they entered, as if the
marquissa was entering a grand ballroom for a formal dance. “The Marquissa
Gabrielle Dundeain…and property.” With a formal bow to the marquissa and the
baron, the manservant exited backward out the door, closing it behind him.
A little frisson of excitement
traveled up from the base of Jane’s spine. She liked being referred to as property.
Her eyes went to the baron who was waiting at the window. He was tall, handsome
and perfect. The sunlight made his blue eyes sparkle like sapphires and caught
the highlights of his light brown hair turning it golden. There was just a hint
of a dimple in his lantern jaw. Jane felt herself getting wet at just the sight
of him; she wondered what the marquissa was feeling.
“Gabby,” he said turning away
from the window. “We’ve had some trouble already this afternoon.”
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