Sweet Punishment by Amber Jameson

Author:Amber Jameson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: chimera, erotic, ebook, historical, fiction, domination, submission, damsel in distress, corporal punishment, cp, spanking, BDSM, S&M, bondage
ISBN: 9781907976216
Publisher: Chimera Books
Published: 2011-04-01T00:00:00+00:00

Later, Jonas wasn’t quite sure how much later, but the sun was making a fast descent in the tropical sky, the girl made him coffee. It was just the way he liked it; hot and strong, fragrant acid dark, and sweetened with rough sugar crystals distilled from the cane in the plantation’s own boiling house.

He sat in the big stone kitchen at a plain deal table, scrubbed white by dark hands in the days when his grandfather ruled the Sans Soucie estate. He sipped the strong liquid gratefully, looking at Clea over the rim of his mug.

‘Why did you stay when Salace made it so dangerous?’ he asked at last.

Clea sat in a high-backed rocking chair, looking at him with those warm mahogany eyes. ‘Old masta too ill to move and needed looking after. I hid in the room upstairs... his room. Hid under his bed and used his whip to protect him and me.’

Jonas smiled at her gratefully.

‘Field hands went first,’ she told him. ‘Papa Zaca made ‘em go.’ She nodded, remembering, her eyes glazed with the terror of those days, then they cleared and looked straight at him. ‘Papa Zaca, he god of de fields.’

There was the patois again, Jonas thought irritably, setting down his mug rather more noisily than was necessary. It was as if the mere mention of the voodoo gods cast a spell on the girl; making her more vulnerable to the mumbo jumbo. And that was what it was, Jonas was sure.

Clea looked at him, her face thoughtful. The dark red lips were parted, moving hesitantly as though she had something to say, but didn’t know quite how it would be received.

He ran his fingers through his hair and his blue eyes became troubled, sensing something in the girl. ‘What is it, Clea?’ he said, taking her hand in his.

Looking into the lengthening shadows in the cool vastness of the kitchen, she remained silent, worried. ‘Oh, masta...’

‘Clea!’ he snapped, reprimanding her for again addressing him thus.

The fall of midnight-black hair curtained the delicate oval of her face as she bowed her head. ‘It’d be better if you left dis place... Jonas.’ It was the first time she’d called him by name and it sounded wonderful. He reached over the table and stroked the perfection of her features with an exploratory finger, wanting to take her in his arms yet again and feel the convulsions of her pleasure.

‘It bad place, Papa Zaca...’ the mahogany eyes were wide, the soft lips suddenly thin and pale. ‘Bad things gonna happen here.’

Jonas chuckled uncertainly. ‘The voodoo gods? The Baron?’

Jerking her face away from his caresses she looked at him with blazing eyes and jumped to her feet. ‘Don’t scoff?’ Her silky voice rose to a tone verging on a scream. ‘It bad luck!’

She was frantic.

‘I’ll protect you from the gods,’ he promised rashly, striding towards her and folding her tensed body in his arms.

Relaxing just a little and clinging to him with trembling limbs, she murmured into the broadness of his chest.

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