House of Decadence

by Marina Anderson

Genres: Contemporary Romance

Synopsis

You've devoured the Fifty Shades Trilogy. Now experience a place like no other in the... House of Decadence

At twenty-three, Megan Stewart feels that there should be more to life than working in a library, so she answers an advert for a post in a country house - and discovers what she has been missing.

Handsome Fabrizio Balocchi is far from his Tuscan home and feeling bored. But he instinctively knows that Megan will be a natural player in his games of domination and step by step, he leads her into a darker world, a world where pleasure is mixed with pain. Now Megan must decide how far she is willing to go in order to stay in Fabrizio's house of decadence . . .

This title has also been published under the pseudonym Lucia Cubelli.

Release date: November 22, 2012

Publisher: Little, Brown Book Group

Print pages: 384

Sample

THE ROOM WAS dark, the heavy drapes drawn across the windows to block out the summer sun. At the far end of the room, standing on a raised
platform, was a tall, slender young woman, her beautiful face framed by a mane of tawny hair. She was completely naked, her
small breasts swollen, the nipples tight with arousal.


It was silent in the room, but it was a silence charged with an electric air of eroticism. Seated in the comfort of their
leather chairs, three men and a woman watched the tawny-haired beauty as, following an instruction from one of them, she parted
her long legs and began to move her fingers between her thighs. Her breathing became more audible as her excitement grew and
her body began to tremble. Her large, violet eyes, for which she was famous, widened as her thighs shook with an approaching
orgasm. Almost imperceptibly she changed the rhythm of her fingers and some of the tension was released from her body.


‘You’re cheating, Alessandra,’ said a deep voice from the darkness of the room. ‘You know how much I hate it when you cheat.’

Immediately the girl’s fingers quickened and soon her back was arching, and her breasts thrust forward as she approached the point of no return.


‘How many orgasms will this be?’ Leonora Balocchi asked her brother, Fabrizio, quietly.

‘Five.’

‘And she was only allowed four?’

‘That’s right.’

‘Which means she’ll be punished for this one?’ There was no mistaking the pleasure in Leonora’s voice.

‘Naturally. A fact of which Alessandra is clearly very aware,’ he responded. ‘That’s why she tried to cheat.’

There was a small gasp from the girl on the platform and immediately Fabrizio and his sister stopped speaking, concentrating
all their attention on Alessandra instead. She struggled desperately to delay her pleasure, but as her fingers continued to
stimulate the highly responsive damp flesh between her thighs it proved impossible, and with a tiny cry of despair she climaxed,
her body shaking from head to foot.


The four other people in the room remained silent, but now their breathing was audible as they waited for Fabrizio to decide
on his lover’s punishment.


Getting to his feet he stepped up onto the platform. Although he was six foot one, Alessandra was only a couple of inches
shorter than him, and he rested a hand lightly on her shoulder. ‘One too many, I’m afraid.’


Alessandra didn’t reply, but he could feel her body shaking beneath his touch.

‘You still have twenty minutes left to go,’ he continued smoothly. ‘Your first punishment will be an easy one. It’s time for
you to have the blindfold on.’


Alessandra stiffened, drawing away from her lover’s hand, but she didn’t protest. Instead, she lowered her head with an air
of resigned submission. She hated the blindfold, as Fabrizio knew very well, which was why he’d chosen it. So many things had happened to her in the darkness brought by the black velvet band that her fear of it was
nearly as great as the incredible pleasure she’d received; bizarre, pain-filled pleasure that had possessed her during the
long, strange sexual sessions of initiation into the world of Fabrizio and the other three watchers in the room.


Fabrizio drew the black band from his pocket, fastened it over her eyes and ran a finger down her spine, scratching the skin
with his fingernail as he did so. ‘You look ravishing,’ he murmured. ‘I wonder if you have any idea how much pleasure this
gives me.’


Alessandra didn’t answer him. Now she stood, unable to see anything at all, and waited for someone to come and start arousing
her once again, determined to give her yet another forbidden orgasm which would lead to further punishment. Yet despite her
fear she was excited, because her body had learnt to enjoy the dark pleasures. Sometimes she wondered how far Fabrizio would
take her, and if she would ever choose to refuse him.


Fabrizio left the platform and as he returned to his seat touched Leonora on the knee. ‘You may try and bring her to orgasm
now,’ he said casually.


Leonora hurried to the platform. This was what she loved, to be in control, whether of a man or a woman, dominating and forcing
sexual pleasure from them against their will. She was as big a control freak as her brother but less subtle in her methods.
At five foot four she was much shorter than the other woman, but it didn’t matter because she immediately turned Alessandra’s
body slightly, angling it so that as she knelt between the tawny-haired girl’s legs, the three men seated below the platform
would have the best view possible. As her hands circled Alessandra’s ankles and began to slide upwards, massaging the calves as they went, Alessandra tried to move back, to remove herself from the insidiously
arousing caresses that she knew were coming. Leonora gripped the other woman’s legs tightly, and as her hands stroked the
insides of Alessandra’s thighs, Alessandra began to moan with despair. Now Leonora’s fingers were parting the girl’s sex lips
and she held her mouth close to the exposed vulva, breathing softly against it so that Alessandra knew only too well what
was going to happen to her.


The anticipation added to Alessandra’s excitement and once more her nipples formed tight little peaks and the skin rippled
over the surface of her flat belly. After several seconds of almost unbearable tension Leonora’s tongue struck with incredible
precision, swirling around Alessandra’s already swollen clitoris so that her victim’s moans of mingled distress and pleasure
increased in volume. Leonora could feel her silk panties becoming damp with her own excitement as Alessandra fought once more
to prevent the forbidden pleasure from overcoming her. As she licked, sweat formed on her top lip and on her breasts.


‘No! No!’ Alessandra cried.

‘Be silent,’ Fabrizio called, and Leonora chose that moment to draw the tight little nub of flesh into her mouth, sucking
hard on it. She could imagine the delicious sensations that must be suffusing Alessandra’s belly, and all at once, while continuing
to suck on the centre of Alessandra’s pleasure, she roughly pushed three fingers inside the other woman, moving them in and
out in a fierce, rapid rhythm.


Within seconds Alessandra threw her head back and the tendons of her neck stood out like whipcords as sexual tension caused
every muscle within her to tighten until, with a scream, she succumbed to yet another orgasm of unbearably intense pleasure.


‘You lack control still,’ said Leonora, standing up in front of the girl. Although she knew that she should now leave the
platform, Alessandra’s breasts proved too much of a temptation, and reaching out Leonora pinched each of the nipples hard
between her fingers. To everyone’s amazement Alessandra’s body was convulsed with another spasm of pleasure.


‘Does that merit two punishments?’ asked Leonora brightly, as she returned to her seat.

Fabrizio didn’t answer his sister. He was watching his lover through narrowed eyes. Her beautiful hair, usually so immaculately
groomed, was a tangled mess, the roots drenched with sweat. Her cheeks were flushed, as were her chest and her breasts. She
looked wonderfully debased and humiliated and his erection inside his trousers was painfully hard. Despite this he had no
intention of pleasuring himself until much later in the day. This was entertainment, and yet another experience for Alessandra.
Looking over to his left he nodded to Renato Staffieri, his best friend and Leonora’s lover. It was Renato’s turn to punish
Alessandra, a fact which amused Fabrizio because he knew that this really wasn’t Renato’s scene. His sexuality, although intense
and wide-ranging, was of a different nature from Fabrizio’s, but he enjoyed all the games and had never yet let Fabrizio down.


Renato walked quietly to the platform, pausing only to collect something from a small table as he went. Once on the platform
he pulled Alessandra’s hands behind her back and quickly fastened them with a pair of leather handcuffs. Next he pushed her
to her knees, but she knelt too far down and he tugged on her hair until she was kneeling upright in the position he wanted.
Alessandra uttered a tiny cry of pain but Fabrizio could see that she was, if anything, even more excited now than earlier
in the game and he smiled to himself.


It was clear that she assumed this to be her full punishment, but Renato had correctly guessed that because she’d climaxed
twice she could be punished twice. He moved away from the kneeling girl, who stared sightlessly out into the room, and at
the last moment, just before stepping down from the platform, he turned, and with a quick flick of his right wrist struck
Alessandra a glancing blow across her swollen breasts with a latex whip. Alessandra screamed in shock and Fabrizio watched
her closely as Renato returned to his seat.


A tiny tear rolled from beneath the blindfold and Fabrizio started to rise to his feet, but then he saw how hard Alessandra’s
nipples were, and saw too the moisture running down the insides of her thighs and he knew then that her pleasure was far outweighing
her distress. ‘You only have another five minutes to go,’ he called out. ‘I’m sure you can avoid further punishment in that
time.’


Alessandra moved her head around, trying to see something out of the corners of the blindfold, but he knew that she wouldn’t
be successful. He was aware that Franco Pierotti, his private secretary and frequent companion, was expecting to try to bring
Alessandra to another orgasm in the final five minutes but decided against it. He himself would be the one to exert the ultimate
power, to wrench yet more pleasure from the humiliated girl and then allow Franco to punish her. Knowing Alessandra’s body
as well as he did it was hardly likely that he would fail.


With three long strides he was quickly on the platform, removing the handcuffs before pushing her onto her back. Then he knelt beside her prone body, running a hand briefly over her breasts, cupping the soft flesh before moving
his hands lower and starting to massage her belly in the round circular movements that she loved so much. She whimpered with
rising desire, and despite the fact that she was trying not to climax her hips began to lift off the floor in order to increase
the pleasure he was giving her.


‘Be very careful,’ he cautioned her. ‘You may not like the final punishment.’

Immediately she stopped moving but Fabrizio’s expertise was so great that it made no difference; even motionless she would
be helpless to resist the pleasure he was going to give her, a very special pleasure that he’d taught her to enjoy. Carefully
he pressed the heel of his hand hard against the bottom of her belly causing pressure to increase in her bladder, which added
extra stimulation to all the nerve endings in her engorged pelvic area. She uttered a gurgling sound of protest which he ignored,
and as he continued to press with the heel of his left hand, his right hand moved between her soaking thighs until he located
the clitoris which was half retracted.


He teased it lightly with his fingers until it swelled and emerged from its protective hood once more. Now his fingers closed
around it and he heard Alessandra’s breath catch in her throat as he started to apply gentle pressure, pressure that he gradually
increased until she was moaning with discomfort, but it was a discomfort that always led to a shattering pleasure-pain that
sent her into paroxysms of ecstasy.


He looked down at her long, lean body with the tiny breasts and beautiful olive skin and suddenly he couldn’t wait any longer.
The fingers of his right hand pinched hard on the stem of her clitoris, while at the same time he pushed deeper into her belly. Her desperately over-stimulated nerve endings, unable to withstand it any longer,
exploded into an orgasm of such intensity that Alessandra’s body jerked up off the floor and she screamed in horrified pleasure
as her arms and legs spasmed and jerked uncontrollably.


Fabrizio leant over her and kissed her full on the mouth. ‘You’re so beautiful,’ he whispered against her ear. ‘So beautiful
and so shameless. It’s a pity that you have to be punished, but that’s the game.’


Striding down from the platform he signalled for Franco to administer the final punishment, whispering into his secretary’s
ear exactly what he wanted him to do. He had something else on his mind as well now, and even as his sobbing mistress was
pulled to her feet and forced to bend forward from the waist so that Franco could thrust himself deep inside the tight, forbidden
entrance between the cheeks of her bottom, he was leaving the room. He had to be sure that the advertisement was in the magazine.


The last thing he heard was her sharp cry of pain, pain that he could imagine only too well, but that he also knew would lead
to a primeval pleasure that as yet Alessandra was ashamed to enjoy. It was, as Fabrizio knew, a very special kind of pain.


MEGAN STEWART FLINCHED as the pain of her throbbing tooth increased. She wondered if there was anything worse than really bad toothache, and glancing
at the library clock saw that there were still three hours to go before her dental appointment.


‘Hurting a lot?’ asked Alice, her fellow library assistant.

Megan nodded. ‘I’m not very brave when it comes to pain,’ she confessed.

‘Who is?’

Their conversation was interrupted by an angry, middle-aged man. ‘I’ve been looking for How Did She Die? for half an hour now,’ he said furiously. ‘According to the lady I asked when I got here, the book’s meant to be in but it’s
clearly been put back in the wrong section.’


Megan plastered a smile on her aching face and set off to search the library shelves. She eventually found the book in the
family saga section.


‘There, what did I tell you?’ asked the man, satisfaction and annoyance mingling in his voice. ‘Pure carelessness, that’s
what it is, pure carelessness.’


‘I’m very sorry,’ said Megan. ‘I can’t think how it happened.’

‘Can’t think more likely,’ snapped the man, grabbing the book and marching off to the desk.

Megan felt like weeping. It was always difficult dealing with the public, particularly on a hot summer’s day at the beginning
of the school holidays when the place was crowded with noisy children accompanied by their irritable mothers, and fraught
pensioners who were used to a more tranquil atmosphere. However, with the persistent throbbing pain in her left cheek the
day was proving even more difficult than usual.


At two o’clock, when she was finally sitting in the relative peace of the dentist’s waiting room, she tried to distract herself
from the thought of what lay ahead. Her fear of the dentist was so great that she never went for regular check-ups which was,
she realised, why she’d ended up in this situation. It was obvious that the dentist was running late and she tried to concentrate
on the forthcoming weekend. Unfortunately it didn’t hold anything very exciting. It would be the usual Saturday night at the
pub with Nick and his group of friends, where she’d have to listen to them talking about football before she and Nick went
back to her flat for twenty minutes’ sex after which Nick would snore all night. On Sunday morning they’d probably have sex
again, after which Nick would talk at great length about his work selling fitted kitchens. It was hardly a weekend to distract
her from the thought of the dentist’s drill.


‘There must be more to life than this,’ muttered Megan.

‘Excuse me?’ asked a woman sitting next to her.

‘I’m sorry, I was just thinking out loud,’ explained Megan. The pain in her cheek stabbed viciously and she rested the palm
of her hand against it to try and ease the discomfort. The woman moved away slightly, as though worried that Megan was unhinged.


Feeling utterly depressed Megan picked up a magazine from the table in the middle of the room. On a sudden whim she turned
to the situations vacant page, deciding that it would be interesting to see what exciting opportunities there were for dissatisfied
girls of twenty-three like herself. Not that she’d ever change her job, she’d probably never even leave Lincolnshire, but
at least it might take her mind off the pain.


She was surprised at how many people needed companions, either for themselves or for elderly relatives, a job which she imagined
would be even more depressing than her current one. She was about to turn to another page when her eye was caught by a boxed
advert which was far more to her liking.


Help urgently needed to catalogue and organise extensive library of rare books and first editions in the heart of the Sussex
countryside. Good salary and excellent live-in accommodation provided. Apply in writing to Box No. 6724 giving qualifications
and references. Duration of employment approximately 6 months.


‘Miss Stewart,’ called the dental nurse. Megan’s stomach lurched, and as she got to her feet she grabbed the magazine and
shoved it into her shopping bag. It was probably so old that the post had been filled months ago she thought to herself, but
she could check when . . .