PROLOGUE - GREG

THE LAMP IN THE corner cast a warm glow on her struggling body. Laid on her front on the four poster bed, she was an amusing sight, busy struggling to free her limbs from the knotted ropes holding her in place. I thought she’d have tired of trying to escape by now but she showed no signs of giving up yet.

I enjoyed watching her squirming to get her wrist out from between the twists of rope. It was a pointless waste of energy. No one had ever undone one of my knots. The slightest tug in the right place and I could have the rope undone in seconds. For her, every motion of her arm just tightened the knot around her wrist. It was clearly starting to hurt but still she kept fighting. It was a beautiful sight.

The room was the perfect frame to her beauty. The walls were painted red, the same shade her ass would be by the time I was done. Antique furniture and paintings looked on in shock at the sight of her nudity. I doubted there'd been a naked woman in here for a hundred years, maybe longer. I sat still for a moment, enjoying her struggle, mentally preparing.

It had taken a long time to get her here and there had been times I thought I’d never get to see her dress up around her waist like that, or have her ass exposed to my gaze. I throbbed with need just looking at her. So innocent, so vulnerable, in need of protection. Instead, she was about to be corrupted by me.

“There’s no point struggling so much,” I said as I got slowly to my feet. “You’ll only end up hurting yourself.”

“Go to hell,” she snapped back at me, twisting her head in my direction to better direct her venom into my ears. “Let me go. Now!”

I shook my head slowly. “You know that isn’t going to happen for some time yet. You should relax. Some people would pay a fortune to be where you are right now.”

“Then do it to them.”

“Where would be the fun in that?” I took a step towards her, kneeling beside the bed, my face inches from hers. “I’ve got a surprise for you. Want to see?”

“Let me go.”

I crossed the room, picking her surprise up from the mantelpiece, I brandished it in front of her, watching the fear grow in her eyes.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“Are you telling me you’ve never seen a riding crop before?”

She redoubled her efforts to get free, tugging frantically at the ropes that held her wrists in place. “This isn’t funny. Untie me, Greg.”

“You’ve needed this since the moment I met you,” I said, ignoring her comment. “I can’t tell you how often I’ve thought about this moment, wondering what your screams would sound like.”

“This isn’t funny anymore. Untie me.”

She twisted her ass away from me, knowing what I was about to do. In moving that way she exposed her pussy to my gaze. I glanced down. For a moment, I was too distracted to do anything. My cock throbbed again, impatient to be in her. Not yet.

“Back on your front,” I said, my voice cold as ice.

“Or what?”

“Or we do this the hard way.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“The hard way it is.”

I climbed onto the bed. Shoving her hips downwards, I straddled the back of her thighs, using my weight to stop that ridiculous squirming. She still tugged at the bonds around her wrists but at least her body was held still, her ass directly beneath me, looking ready for play.

Slowly, I pulled the curtains around the bed, sealing us in together. “Let me go,” she snapped again, ineffectually trying to buck me off.

I raised the crop, bringing it down hard on her right buttock. “I’m in charge,” I said at the same time as I struck the first blow. "Not you."

The smacking sound filled the air a split-second before she gasped. I was surprised she didn’t scream but somehow she was keeping control of herself. “They’ll find us in here,” she said, fighting to get free again. “Let me go. Quickly before they come in.”

“No chance,” I said, running my fingers over the reddened patch of skin I’d just struck.

Power coursed through my veins. She was completely at my mercy. I could do anything I wanted to her and she could do nothing about it. I lived for that feeling. I raised the crop and brought it down again and again.

With each blow she gasped, shoving her face into the blankets under her to muffle her screams, the pain growing unbearable. I never grew tired of doing this, of making them know who was boss. I had all the power in this situation and it felt good. With each smack of the crop, the sense of power grew.

I stopped when my arm grew tired. Before she could recover, I reached down and undid my zipper, pulling out my cock, already rock hard and burning hot.

I slid the tip between her thighs, thrusting upwards an inch, teasing her, knowing she would be shocked by the sheer size of it.

I had planned to go this far but no further. The plan vanished the moment I felt how wet she was, soaking the tip of me. I pulled my hips back and took a deep breath. After so long waiting, this was it. I would finally be inside her. I would be her first.

“No,” she muttered. “Not here, please.”

“You say no but your body says yes,” I said, reaching down and pushing a finger into her wetness. “Your body is more honest than you. You’ve needed this for a long time and it’s too late to start acting shy. You wanted to be brought into my world. This is it. You’re here now and you’re not leaving until I’m done with you. Now I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to feel every inch of me buried in you.”

“Please-”

“No more begging or I use the crop again.”

She fell silent.

I thrust slowly forward, on the cusp of entering her but just at the moment I thrust forward, I heard something behind me, the last thing I wanted to hear. Outside the curtain that blocked us both from view the bedroom door was creaking open. Someone was coming in.