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Out of the Darkness - an erotic novel

"Oh I work hard, but I play hard, too. Do you play hard, Marianne?"

She is one of the most beautiful and photographed women in the world.

She is living every young girl’s dream.

But sometimes the dream and the reality don’t match up.

The missing father; the predatory stepfather; the abusive lover; they all let her down.

Then she meets the man of her dreams – but fate is cruel and she is left alone again…

… until a powerful and charismatic Dom, who excites her like no other man before, steps into her life.

Is he the man she has been seeking her whole life? Will he show her the way out of the darkness and into the loving, submissive relationship she has always craved?

Publisher's Note: This sweet and sensual love story is a revised and newly edited version of a book previously released under the same title but with the pen name Rachel De Vine.

Released on August 17 - on sale for just 99c for first week

There was nothing I wanted more than to wake up every morning next to him, even if I was tied to the bedpost.

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Excerpt 1

The room was almost dark, with just flickers of light coming from the logs burning in the hearth. As I stood at the door I could just see his shape, sitting in the leather, wing-backed chair, silhouetted by the fire.

"Come here."

His voice was quiet, but with the firmness I had come to expect from him. I moved closer and knelt down in front of him, my naked bottom facing the warmth of the fire. I bent my head downwards and looked at the floor as I had been taught, but he surprised me by lifting up my chin with his hand.

"You look so beautiful."

He bent and kissed me softly on the lips, and I shivered in anticipation. Was it to be pleasure or pain this time? Or perhaps a combination of both, delivered the way that only he can. Producing a dark, silk scarf from the arm of the chair, he tied it around my eyes so that the gloom of the room was reduced to complete darkness. I could feel his breath on my bare shoulders as he tied it tightly at the back of my head. He stood and pulled me up with him.

"Hands behind your back."

I obeyed immediately. He turned me around to face away from him and I felt the click as he connected the wristbands together so that my hands were firmly connected.


I heard him move away for just a few seconds, returning swiftly to stand in front of me. I trembled, not knowing what was in his mind or what was probably now in his hand. I felt something soft and ticklish brush against my breasts.

"What is this?"

I racked my brain to put a name to the sensation. The soft tickle moved to the inside of my thigh as it brushed slowly up my leg from my knee, almost to... he stopped, waiting for me to answer his question.

"It’s a feather, Sir."

"Very good. It’s a soft, white feather." He was silent a moment. "Now what is this?"
I was jolted out of my reverie by a sudden swishing noise and a sharp sting on my breast.

"It’s a crop, Sir."
"Yes, you’re correct."
He reached forward and his lips grazed my left ear lobe, sending a shiver straight to my sex. He whispered into my ear.

"Now which one should I use first, do you think?"

"A man could go to war in defence of a body like yours, you know. You hold most men in the palm of your hand.”

Excerpt 2

The weeks passed and soon we found we had been together for six months. Chad delighted in spanking me, and I delighted in being spanked by him. Sometimes he would ring me and issue specific instructions, such as the time he told me to dress in sexy underwear and high heels only, and travel to his place covered only by a lightweight mac. It was a blustery day and I spent most of my time in trying to stop the mac from blowing up and revealing my lack of clothes. When he opened the door to me I could see that he was already highly aroused. He made me remove my mac and walk around the apartment in just the underwear and the heels, while he photographed me—for his private collection he said.

"You don't mind me photographing you, do you? I swear to you that I will never, ever, show the photos to anyone else," he said quickly.

I assured him that I didn't mind. Being a model meant that I was very comfortable about my body being on view with very little on, and I took great delight in being as provocative as possible, knowing that I was building up the tension to a spank and orgasms all round.

"You minx. You are so going to get fucked tonight. But not before I lather that bottom of yours so that you can't sit down."

Slowly—too slowly as far as I was concerned—Chad introduced me to some more kinky and exciting behaviour. The first time he wanted to tie me up I could tell that he was nervous of my response because of Leon. But I trusted Chad completely and I asked him to do it.

"You must promise that you’ll stop me if I frighten you too much. Say the word 'red' and I’ll stop at once."

I promised solemnly that I would. He told me to take off my clothes, but to keep on my underwear. Then he brought out a silk scarf, which he tied around my eyes so that I was plunged into darkness.

"You okay?"

I assured him I was. He turned on some classical music, which reverberated throughout the apartment on multiple speakers, before coming close to me and blowing gently over my ears, my back, my groin. I found it incredibly erotic. Then he removed my bra and panties very slowly, stroking my skin with the palms of his hands all over my body.

He whispered into my ear in his wonderful, melodious voice. "I'm taking you into the bedroom. Don't be afraid, I won't let you crash into anything."

I had to put my total trust in his ability to keep me safe and it was hard to let go at first, but slowly I gained in confidence.

He laid me down on my back in the middle of the bed and I felt my arms and then my legs being drawn outwards so that I was totally exposed to him. Soft ties were fastened around my wrists and ankles and somehow anchored to the bed. Perhaps he had those ties there before and I had never noticed them?

All went quiet, but I sensed Chad prowling around the bed looking at me. I felt something soft stroking my breasts and it made me shiver with expectation. The sensation ran down my stomach and between my legs.

"Do you know what this is?" 
I shook my head. 
"It is called a flogger and is made of several strands of soft leather. Don't be afraid. It will only sting a little and I’ll be gentle with you. Do you trust me?"

"Yes," I whispered. I was incredibly turned on, but also a little nervous.

“I want to see you sitting on the end of the bed when I enter the room, wearing just panties and a pair of high-heeled shoes.”

Excerpt 3

We were scarcely inside the door before William issued his first command. "Down. On all fours."

His instructions were given in a calm, quiet tone, but I knew that he meant business. I dropped to the floor immediately and waited, head bowed, awaiting further instructions.

"Crawl over to the middle of the room."

I crawled slowly on hands and knees across the room and stopped. For all my submission, I had never felt so powerful and sexually voracious. I heard William go over to the bar and pour himself a drink. I heard the clink of a glass stopper and knew he’d poured a whisky or brandy from one of the decanters on top of the bar. He walked back towards me and stopped a few feet behind me. He stood for perhaps a minute, without moving. I couldn’t see him but I sensed his eyes taking in the curve of my bottom beneath the silk dress.

"Lift up your dress. I want to see you."

I shuddered with sexual anticipation and did as he said. I couldn’t resist arching my back and pushing out my bottom as I did so.
 Again he remained still, looking at me. Again he waited in silence for at least a minute.


He left me where I was and went over to one of the armchairs and sat down with his drink, and said nothing for a couple of minutes. I was beginning to relax when he again spoke. "Anticipation."

He didn’t continue for a moment and I was unsure if I was expected to respond in some way, or whether this was an instruction of which I was unfamiliar.

"Anticipation is the key. You are anticipating what I might do with you. I’m anticipating the pleasure that awaits us. Our minds are slowly increasing the sexual tension. Don't you agree, Marianne, that anticipation is the key?"

Was it to be pleasure or pain this time, or perhaps a combination of both, given in the way that only he can?

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