Elizabeth’s Destiny: A Kinky Historical Romance
by Jolynn Raymond
Packed off by her mother and the church elders because of her rebellious nature, lovely Elizabeth Thornton finds herself living in India. She has been sent there to be trained as a Zenana missionary, but fate has other things in mind. Maxwell Harrison is a rogue with few morals. His job is to capture and train beautiful women in the art of sadistic passion for his cruel employer’s harem. He sets his sights on Elizabeth the moment he sees her, knowing she will be a golden treasure among the other women, a unique toy in a gilded toy box. Once properly trained, she will make an exquisite sex slave. Beautiful and schooled in the art of pain and pleasure, taught to crave the lash, always ready to be taken whenever she is desired.
Elizabeth’s spirit struggles against her fate, and though her body responds to Maxwell’s teachings, she cannot stop her fight for freedom. Maxwell has never cared for any of the women he has abducted, but he cannot deny what he feels for his latest captive. Once love touches his heart, Maxwell knows he cannot turn Elizabeth over to his boss, but freedom isn’t easily obtained. They are trapped within the palace walls, and within the city itself. Jeeval is rich and powerful, and doesn’t take kindly to those who wish to steal his possessions. To stay means Elizabeth will become a concubine, lost to Maxwell forever. To flee means to risk death, but life without each other is no life at all. Can they escape and find their happily ever after, or will their quest for freedom cost them everything?
Maxwell stalked around the edge of the pool like a panther, sleek body moving with cat like grace, ready to spring on his prey. Everywhere Beth turned, he cut off her escape, quickly and efficiently by merely walking around and around. She went to the center, knowing she was trapped, shaking her head, splashing water at him in desperation.
Maxwell sneered at her futile attempts to fend him off, and scooped up a sponge and some soap. He jumped in, ignoring the water she splashed his way, dropping the things he carried so he could wrap his arms around her and crush her body to his.
Maxwell managed to get one arm around her before she turned into a wildcat in his embrace. Now Beth was the predator and Maxwell the prey, she was on the attack. She kicked and clawed and fought his touch, snarling as a shriek of outrage tore from her throat.
“NO! LEAVE ME ALONE. I WON’T LET YOU TOUCH ME!” Her fists beat down on his chest and arms, her legs kicking out over and over ineffectually under the water. Maxwell let out a growl of pure fury and grabbed both of Beth’s arms in a punishing grip, shaking her until her teeth snapped together.
“That’s enough! Stop it you little bitch. Beth, stop it right this minute.” He easily hoisted her over his shoulder and began to rain slap after slap down upon her wet bottom and thighs, holding nothing back in his anger. She struggled and screamed, her legs kicking wildly as the sting of his spanks shot through her entire body. The pain was magnified because of the wetness of her skin, and the fact that she’s just been spanked. Down his hand came over and over, until her screams turned to pleas, and her pleas to whimpers that could barely be heard above the stinging wet slaps upon her bottom.
“Damn it woman! You are not to fight me.” Slap after slap made her bottom burn. “I own you now, and you will learn to obey me!” He spanked her hard, determined to make her obey, then harder still, determine to make her submit. “Do you understand? You belong to me and you will do as you’re told.”
His hand rose and fell in a relentless rhythm without mercy. Maxwell could feel the flesh on her bottom quiver as he slapped her, her body jerking in shock and pain after every blow but he didn’t care. Beth’s skin was hot and tight and his cock swelled with each smack of his palm. He’d teach the little hellion a lesson in obedience she wouldn’t forget.
Maxwell spanked her until she lay limp over his shoulder, all resistance long gone, then spanked her some more. He’d be damned if this uppity bundle of fire was going to get the best of him. Beth would remember who controlled her fate every time she sat down for a good long while. When her whimpers turned to sobs, and the heat of her skin burned his hand, Maxwell finally relented and shifted Beth, so she was lying in his arms.
Beth’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and her lower lip trembled as she fought back the last of her sobs. Maxwell bent down and kissed her tear streaked face, then began to place small kisses on each nipple, licking quickly and softly, and then suckling until they turned into hard little buttons under the laving of his tongue.
Beth fought the sensations running through her, but in the end, arched her back and moaned. Her body was in turmoil, filled with both pleasure and agony. Her bottom was on fire, but the burning deep within her had returned as well, along with the stinging pain. Maxwell’s mouth on her bare breast felt wonderful, and she was dizzy from the feelings rushing from her nipples to her very core. She could feel his hard shaft beneath her body, its tip pressing into her bottom. What was happening to her?
“So full of fire my little luv. Why must you be so naughty? If I were to touch your sweet little cunny it would be wet and ready for love, yet you fight me like a wildcat. I’m going to put you down on your feet and you’re going to stand like a good girl and let me wash you. I don’t want to hear a single word of sass out of you Beth. I’ve let you off easy so far, kitten. Trust me when I say there are many other more painful ways I can make your body pay for your rebellion.”
Maxwell brushed his lips over hers in the gentlest of kisses then kissed her aching nipples once more, eliciting a moan from Beth. Her body quivered in his arms and Maxwell smiled down at her. She would be a good pet when properly trained. He set her on her feet and Beth stood obediently just as he’d told her. Maxwell grinned his approval at her surrender.