Excerpt Under His Rule by Clarissa Wild

Feb 122020
 

Under His Rule by Clarissa Wild

His Family. His rules.

Some people have loving homes.
Mine only has laws.
And she will learn to obey …
When I found Natalie alone and afraid, I knew she was the one.
She came to me looking for answers to her past.
But every dark desire has a price.
Now she’s here in my domain, locked in the dark, waiting for me …
And I am more than ready to make her submit.

Excerpt Under His Rule by Clarissa Wild

#1

Prologue

Natalie

I never realized how scary the darkness could be … if you’re surrounded by it against your will.
My body lies frozen on the cold, hard floor, my clattering teeth the only sound I hear for hours.
I don’t know where I am. Or how I came here.
All I remember is him.
The man with a smile so cumbersome it made mine disappear.
Crack. Crack.
I lift my head. The door squeaks, and the lock unhinges. When daylight breaks through, a sliver of it blinds me, so I cover my eyes. The sun is so bright compared to the shadows I’ve lived in for hours on end.
“Wh-who’s there?” My voice breaks when I speak. My throat is so dry I can barely utter the words.
I try to peek into the light where a tall figure stands, clutching the doorway. I swallow away the lump in my throat. What are they going to do with me? Is it a man or a woman? Alone or with many? So many questions … and zero answers.
Someone steps forward, and I instinctively crawl away, fearing them.
That’s what this place does to you. No matter how much time you spend in the darkness, it always manages to turn you into an animal. Raw. Rudimentary.
“Hello, Natalie.”
It’s a man, his voice dark and low, as though to command respect.
How does he know my name?
“Who are you?” I ask.
“That’s not important right now. What’s important for you to know is that I want you to stay strong and survive.”
What is this?
“Survive what?” I mutter. “Please … let me out.”
The man stands there watching me for what feels like minutes, though I’m sure it’s only a few seconds. The lack of light is causing my brain to play tricks on me. I’ve lost all awareness of time.
They want me to lose my mind.
“Please …” I beg again, but the figure ignores me and turns around.
As he walks back to the door, he pauses for a moment. “Submit … and it’ll be over quickly.”
Submit? To what? This is insane.
I crawl across the floor as fast as I can, toward the door, toward freedom. But when I get close, it’s slammed shut right in front of me.
“No …” I whimper, my voice escaping me. My forehead lowers to the cold, concrete floor while tears travel down my face.
If only I hadn’t seen his name in the newspaper. If only I hadn’t been so curious and gone to see him speak. If only he hadn’t laid his eyes on me.
Layers and layers of secrets are hidden behind those eyes. Secrets I shouldn’t want or need to know.
But I did. And now I’m here.
Stuck in perpetuating darkness, surrounded by nothing but concrete walls and floors.
Caught by the devil.
Taken by his henchmen.
Just to become … his.

#2

The moment our eyes met it felt as though the earth stood still.
I’ve wondered what this moment would be like. If she’d stop and stare. If she’d look at me with hatred or with fear. If she’d try to kill me.
Probably all of those things wrapped into one beautiful package.
Even in those white gowns the women are forced to wear, she still looks as pretty as I remember. Our connection was instant back in that joint where we held that speech to convert people.
She must know it was me … that I’m the one who took her.
No doubt she’s been questioning all sorts of things since she came here. But I have no answers that I can give her that will take away her rage. None.
This is her new reality now.
There is only take it, no leave it.
And I can imagine that’s a hard pill to swallow.
“It’s you …”
I knew she’d recognize me.
But her voice sounds shattered. Painful. As though she’s been to hell and back just to stand here and look me in the eyes.
I deserve every inch of her wrath.
“Yes,” I reply.
Every step I take toward her, she takes one back, until she’s pressed against the side of the hut, just out of sight from the guards and her fellow sisters.
Good.
I don’t enjoy being seen. At least not here, where the helpers live in peace. It’s not our place to meddle, and it’s highly unusual for a patriarch to come out of the Temple, let alone all by himself.
Normally, I’d be escorted if I ever left the building or the property.
But not right now. Not when I’m doing something completely against protocol.
I needed to see her … See if she made it out alive … and sane.
“I see you’ve adjusted,” I say, taking in her dainty figure dressed in all white. “It looks good on you.”
Her lips part. I wonder what she’ll say to me.
No words are uttered, except a gasp the moment I stand in front of her.
“I know you probably assumed we wouldn’t meet again this soon, but I needed to see you … for myself.” I grasp a strand of her hair that’s fallen out of the shawl and curl it around my finger, imagining fisting a whole bunch while I fuck her from behind.
Calm down, Noah.
Don’t want to get a hard-on in public, especially not with what’s at stake here. I need to take this slow, for both our sakes. She needs a little more training and a few more teachings before I can begin.
Patience is a virtue I struggle with daily, but Natalie has truly tested me.
I lean in and place my hand against the wood, whispering into her ear, “It’s been so hard to watch from the sidelines … to see you unravel right in front of me without me there to hold you.”

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