Morris Mistress For Sale

The Greenbrier Trilogy, Book III
1. Auflage 2014
ISBN: 978-1-938897-90-0
Verlag: Pink Flamingo Publishers
Format: PDF
Kopierschutz: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet/DL/kein Kopierschutz

E-Book, Englisch, 178 Seiten

The highspirited Lucy and husband Beauregard Addams are taking a long awaited honeymoon in France. But this was not be the romantic honeymoon Lucy envisioned. When they arrive at the Le Chateau de la Rose Noire (Castle of the Black Rose), Lucy is shocked to discover that the luxurious castle is a BDSM training establishment and Beau has brought her there for further instruction as his submissive and obedient wife. Lucy is incensed when ordered to submit her brotherinlaw Thaddeus and their old friend Vivianne. Then further humiliated when Beau arranges for her to be trained by a cocky, young British Dom, Sir Benjamin Strathmore, who she finds utterly repulsive. Over the next few days, she's punished for her resistance, forced into a chastity belt and trained as a puppy. When she refuses to sign something called The Registry, intended to deepen her slavery to Beau, she earns another painful punishment. Later, during a slave hunt on the Chateau grounds, Lucy is assaulted by Sir Benjamin leading to a duel that sends the arrogant young Dom away in disgrace. Days later, when Vivanne turns up missing while on a trip to Paris, the shady Sir Benjamin becomes a prime suspect in her kidnapping. The once selfpossessed Mistress finds herself bound and battered by a ruthless assailant who intends to enjoy all this luscious female has to offer before he takes her to a slave auction in Algeria. After being raped, beaten, gagged and invaded by foreign objects, shes completely restrained in a coffinlike box for transport. Having been further debauched and humiliated while on the ship to Algeria, the disconsolate Vivianne then languishes in a squalid prison awaiting her terrible fate. Any hope for rescue is fading fast. While Beau and his friends embark on a frantic search for Vivianne, Lucy remains at the Chateau under the care of trusted Dominants, who will once again challenge the highspirited beautys willingness to submit.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Morris, Victoria

Leseproben

Chapter One The road from Paris stretched out behind them, swallowed back into a thick layer of trees that then spilled open and found the carriage and its four passengers looking up at a massive gray structure of stone. “Ladies and gentlemen, behold, Le Chateau de la Rose Noire,” Beau leaned back, affording the others an unobstructed view. Nora Wilson and Lucy Addams peered out, mouths agape. “Amazing,” Nora whispered, clutching her cousin’s hand with girlish delight. “This is really where we’re going, Beau?” Lucy asked her husband without taking her eyes off the building. “Indeed it is,” he grinned. He was the only passenger who had ever previously been to the Castle of the Black Rose before. Seated across from him was Thaddeus, a man only a few years older than Beau’s thirty-seven years, with thinning gray hair and clean shaven face and Nora’s husband, who gave Beau a knowing smile. Neither of the two women had been told exactly what Le Chateau was. They would find out soon enough. They had only just arrived in France the day before and hadn’t a chance to see much of anything. They were expected at the Castle and it was best to arrive there as promptly as possible and worry about seeing the sights another time. With the exception of Beau, none of the other three had ever been out of the States. But with a War raging between the Union and Confederate troops back home, and the fact that both men weren’t on the best of terms with Union forces, it had seemed a wise idea to get out as quickly as possible. As the carriage climbed the small rise, the features of the Chateau became clearer. It was a box-shaped building with high, thick-walled turrets on either side of the entrance. The pink of the setting sun shimmered off the glass of the narrow windows, and green shutters hung open on each. The contrast of the green made the white walls glow all the brighter on this cool September evening. The façade was quite plain and reminded one of the many Greek structures found in picture books. A black door set back in a thick arch marked the only visible entrance to the Castle and a pair of wide, sweeping stone steps led up to that door. Huge urns stood on either side of the stairs, overflowing with a cascade of flowers and weeping vines that reached to the ground. The gravel driveway expanded into a circular courtyard, and the horses drew their heavily laden coach around and up to the base of the entrance. As soon as the carriage stopped, two men emerged from a side door they had not noticed until now. “Dr. Addams!” The shorter of the two men stepped forward, shaking Beau’s hand with familiar warmth. He was only a few inches shorter than Beau’s six-foot frame and had a full head of tussled, dark blond hair at his crown. At first, the man’s stocky build made him look overweight, but it quickly became clear his bulk was muscle not fat. “We have been expecting you. Mistress Vivianne is pacing a trench in the floor.” As they spoke, the other man, taller with light brown hair and startling blue eyes, set to work unloading the top of the carriage. “Laurent, how wonderful to see you again,” the doctor released his grip on Laurent’s hand and turned as Lucy then Nora stepped from the coach. “Meet my lovely wife, Lucy, her cousin, Nora.” Thaddeus unfolded his long legs and emerged from the coach. “And this is Nora’s husband, Thaddeus Wilson.” Laurent gripped Thad’s hand first, clutching it with just as much friendship as he had Beau’s, “My pleasure, sir.” He kissed Nora and Lucy on the cheek. “Ladies, how nice it will be to have you here. Mistress Vivianne has gone on and on about you, Mrs. Addams.” Lucy blushed with genuine humility. “Good things, I hope,” she said. Laurent’s chuckle was as warm as his blue eyes. “Oh, of course, of course. Let me see you all in. We mustn’t keep the Countess or Mistress Vivianne waiting any longer or they will both have my hide. Harrison will take care of your belongings.” When the double door opened, Lucy and Nora gasped with a single sound. Polished white marble floors sparkled below a high domed ceiling which was dotted with skylights and a glimmering crystal chandelier. More white marble, in the form of Greek style columns, formed a ring around the perimeter of the entire space. They could look up at the second story level where the columns continued and parted at a massive black marble staircase that echoed the stone one outside. The ceilings were painted sky blue and dotted with gold leaf stars. “Maitre Addams!” Two women, clad exactly the same in white aprons, ruffled lace cuffs at their wrists and little else, came rushing to the door. “Oh, Maitre Addams! It has been so long!” Then, as if their state of dress were not surprise enough, they fell to their knees before him to kiss the toes of his dusty boots. “Beau?!” Lucy studied his more-than-pleased face as he looked down at the girls with obvious familiarity. “My dears, si’l vous plait, let me introduce my wife, Lucretia.” He took hold of Lucy’s hand. The two women rose, each gave Lucy a deep curtsey and bowed their heads. “Madam, we are pleased to meet you.” “And Monsieur Wilson and his wife, Nora,” Beau continued with the introductions in French. The girls gave Nora the same greeting they had bestowed on Lucy and Thaddeus that which they had given to Beau. “My friends, these are Colette and Madeleine,” the doctor said. “Two very sweet, young ladies who look just as lovely as when I last saw them.” Lucy did not think her husband could have smiled any wider. Lucy’s fingers laced into Beau’s hand and gripped it tight. “Beau?” she whispered, smiling through clenched teeth as the women backed away together. “I will explain shortly, my dear,” Beau assured her with a grin of his own. “The Countess and Mistress Vivianne are in the salon, Master Addams.” Laurent had stepped aside briefly, but now came forward again and led the group across the polished floor, under one of the many arches and down a short hallway. The next set of double doors let them into a rich, warm salon, and they were not two steps across the threshold before Vivianne was racing towards them. “Oh, darlings! Beauregard!” Red hair flying, Vivianne seized Beau in a tight embrace, kissing his cheeks repeatedly. “Lucy!” she squealed. “You were such a naughty, naughty girl and have managed to scare us all to death!” Her reprimand was stern but not without a smile of pure happiness. “But, you are safe. You all are safe here, and now we can finally begin to enjoy ourselves!” The two years they had been apart had done nothing but make Vivianne more beautiful. Her bright red hair seemed richer and fuller and hung about her petite, child-like features in long, wispy ringlets. “Did you meet him?” “Meet who?” Beau asked. “My new slave, Harrison. He was supposed to meet you out front with Laurent.” Beau nodded. “Ah, we saw him but were not introduced.” “Dr. Addams,” from behind Vivianne’s back came the voice of another woman who had not risen from her chair. “Get yourself over here at once, young man, and greet me properly.” Beaming, Beau crossed the room in a flash and went down on one knee to kiss the offered hand of the older woman. She was a stout woman with her dark, auburn hair piled high on her head. Tiny jewels could be seen sparkling in the mass of curls. Her gown was deep blue trimmed with white, and on her lap sat a little dog, the likes of which Lucy had never seen before. Another sat obediently at her feet. The Countess’ face was lightly powdered with a touch of blush added to her cheeks and her eyes were gray. “Countess, it has been too long. You are looking as lovely as ever.” Beau rose up and kissed her on both cheeks as was more customary. She waved her hand, brushing him aside. “Damn you and your Southern charm. Where is that wife of yours? Bring her over to me, mon cher. You know I can’t see so well anymore. I still can’t believe you, of all people, have gotten yourself married. And your friends, introduce us.” Lucy stepped forward as Beau reached back and took her hand, pulling her over to the Countess who sat on a long, deep bench heaped with pillows. “Countess, this is Lucy. Lucy, this is the Countess.” Lucy lowered herself into a deep curtsey as her cheeks blossomed with color. “I am very pleased to meet you, Ma’am.” As she rose up and back her eyes flashed to her husband again, filled with a stream of questions Beau knew she would not ask in public. “Lovely, just lovely,” the Countess said, extending her hand, which Lucy dutifully took and kissed as she had just seen her husband do. Beau introduce Thaddeus and Nora who all followed suit, greeting as they would royalty. “Have you eaten?” she chirped once all the introductions were made. “Yes, Ma’am, we ate just before we left Paris.” She scoffed, sliding her hand automatically into the crook of Beau’s elbow and hauled herself to her feet. “That was hours ago. We must feed you properly. Laurent, see that the dining room is ready for our guests.” “Yes, Countess.” “Don’t go to any fuss, Countess,” Beau said. “For you, good doctor, we cannot fuss enough. Vivianne has been driving us all mad with her worrying and then about had me ripping my hair out as soon as we got word you were expected today. If she were not who she is, I would have had her over my knee to silence her,” she laughed. “Come along, babies.” This invitation was addressed to two strange, little dogs that immediately followed after their mistress. The...