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.
“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.”