Sanctuary: Submit to Destiny Book 2: An Alternate Universe Capture Fantasy

A madman has toppled the government of Orre and murdered my family. I'm the only survivor, and now he's hunting me.

The only way to hide is to become a slave.

I struggle with the strict obedience and harsh punishments, and yet there is a comfort in surrendering my will to my masters.

Liz is my friend and mentor, and it's clear she and Master Ryan love each other, though they don't have the courage to say so.

But when our pasts catch up to us, neither of us may survive long enough to find freedom.

Or love.

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This is Book 2 of the Finding Home series, with an HEA for both couples.

~ ~ Sanctuary is a dark romance, with strict discipline and training, punishments, and two very dark scenes. ~ ~

Excerpt: (The reality of being a slave is harder than she thought, but Michael is determined to help her through.)

“I can't do this, Sir, please, Sir,” she begged. “I'll do anything else but please stop whipping me. I can't be a slave, I can't do it, I’m not strong enough.” She was crying hard by now. Just like when she was over the spanking horse, he stared at her as she cried. Eventually the tears and the sobs eased into the occasional hiccup, and still he kept those deep blue eyes locked onto hers.

When at last he spoke, it startled her. “Do you think Elias Palm would stop whipping you if you asked him nicely?” he questioned her softly. She couldn't look at him any more and dropped her gaze.

“No,” hic “No, Sir,” she replied after a minute.

“How many times do you think he would whip you if he managed to capture you?” His voice was still soft.

She was pretty sure this was a trick question, and she was going to walk right into his trap.

“Uh... um... a lot more than three.” She still couldn't meet his gaze.

“He would whip you until you were bleeding and unconscious. Until there was no skin on your back and your breasts. Until you begged to die, which he might or might not let you do,” he said bluntly.

He folded his arms and continued staring at her, not saying anything. He was right. And she knew what he was waiting for, but she couldn't open her mouth and say the words.

“I think you are stronger than Elias Palm would think you are.”

They stayed there for probably more than five minutes, him staring at her and waiting, her staring at the floor with tears running down her face. He was that rare person who can just wait for someone to speak, no matter how long it takes.

Finally she managed to get her mouth to form the words. “Ma..Master?”

“Yes, Jenny?” he asked softly, even gently.

“Can you – can we – ?”

She didn't want to say the words, but he wasn't going to let her get away with that. “ 'Can we' what?”

“Master, will you finish whipping me?” she squeaked out before she lost her courage. He smiled broadly. He had such a beautiful smile. She wanted to do things that would make him smile.

“Of course, Jenny. But we need to start at the beginning. You'll take five, without protest and without breaking position. If you can't, we start over, as many times as we need to, until you've taken five in a row that way. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” Tears of fear were starting up again. But he hadn't said she couldn't cry.

He didn't cut her any slack. The blows were just as painful as they were the first time. In fact the second one still caught her by surprise with its intensity and she jerked and stumbled forward. So they started over. He went very slowly, leaving time between each one for her to get her breathing under control and let her tear-stained, scrunched-up face relax.

Those three minutes were the longest of her life. But they were finally done. By the end she had a total of eleven new welts across her ass and the backs of her thighs, on top of the ones he had given her earlier. She was not going to be sitting comfortably for a while.

“Now,” he said, “let's try that again.” She looked at him in confusion; she had forgotten what started this last round of punishment. He eased his fingers back into her pussy, way up inside, as his thumb stroked her clit. He pulled them out sopping wet, looked at them, and smiled.

“Amazing,” he said. He brought them up to her mouth again. She hesitated just the briefest of moments and suddenly the cold eyes were back.

“Do you want to try for seven?”

She quickly opened her mouth and he inserted his fingers. “Lick them. Lick them completely clean,” he ordered. She closed her mouth around them and tasted the musky sweetness of her own juices. Strange, but not horrible. She sucked them and licked them until not a drop was left, and he pulled them out.

“Good girl. Now that wasn't so bad, was it?”

She reluctantly shook her head.

“There's going to be a lot of this, my dear. Things you think you can't possibly do. Times when you are just ready to give up. And we won't let you give up. We will make you do the things you think you can't. And, to be honest, sometimes the only way we'll get you to do what we demand is to punish you hard. But many times you're going to find out that you are stronger than you thought you could be.” He smiled at her, a real smile that lit up his eyes and gave her some courage.

“Now, my dear, let's try something different. Here's the new rules: you can move your head, jerk a bit, even make any noises you need to make, but you can't pull away, and you must not talk.”

She started trembling in fear. Really trembling. Shaking. He saw her distress and came close to her face. Taking her chin softly in his hand, he shushed her.

“Don't fear this. Embrace it. Trust me. I'll get you through it,” he promised.

She looked him in the eyes and saw the truth, and relaxed, a little.

He moved around just behind her, and put his arms around her stomach. She found herself relaxing into his hold. His left hand moved up to her nipple and began stroking and gently pinching. She stiffened, waiting for the inevitable.

“No, no – no more pain, I promise, as long as you don't break the rules.” His left hand strayed slowly down her stomach and ended up between her legs. A finger found her clit and started to stroke it gently, back and forth. She dropped her head back onto his shoulder and moaned. He continued to gently twist and pull on her nipple and she was in heaven. Despite all the pain she had just come through (or... because of it? a part of her mind wondered) she was aroused beyond belief and she felt a climax coming on rapidly.

Then his fingers stopped. She let out a whimper, and almost started begging. He sensed it.

“No, no words, remember? I want to hear your moans, and cries, and whimpers, but no begging, no pleading. You'll take what I give you, and that will be enough.”

She nodded.

His fingers slipped back into place above and below. Again he stroked, and pinched, and twisted gently, and again it was heavenly. Again the need in her rose up quickly – and again he pulled his hands away. The urge to squirm was almost uncontrollable, but she knew clearly by now that today's lesson was all about controlling her reactions. Besides, her whimpering cries expressed how she was feeling pretty plainly.

He brought his fingers up and touched her mouth and she opened it automatically and pulled them in. The taste didn't bother her this time at all. She felt him smile. He put his hands in between her legs and covered his fingers with more juices, and brought them up again to her mouth. This time she was waiting with an open mouth and he pushed them in much further. Again, down to her pussy, and up to her mouth.

“Hold your mouth open – don't close on my fingers yet.” She obeyed. He inserted them deeply before laying them gently down on her tongue. “Close.” She started gagging and then caught herself and managed to breathe through it. Once the gagging had gone, she started sucking on them much more deeply than before. She realized that as she was swallowing the juices he was letting his fingers be pulled back and down her throat, until they became part of the swallow. The feeling of being invaded was indescribable. They stayed that way for a few minutes, his fingers in her throat, not moving.

Eventually he pulled them out. That, too, drew a whimper from her, and a smile from him. Once more his hand went down and her desire rose up like a rocket. Up and down, up and down she went, being played by a master conductor. Tears of frustration had been falling for several minutes. She knew by now that she was not going to be allowed to come.

At some point her legs started trembling uncontrollably. He pulled out one last time, bade her clean his fingers, and declared them done. By now he was pretty much holding her up, so it was no effort to let him ease her down to her knees. He released her hands.

“Put your hands out in front on the floor – now lay your head down on them and rest for a few minutes.” She obeyed gladly, letting fantasies run through her head of thrusting her fingers into her empty needy cunt and finishing the job the first moment she was alone.

She should have known better.

She heard him sit down on the sofa in front of her.

“Jenny,” he said after a moment.

She looked up.

“Sit up on your knees with your back straight.”

She rose up, sucking in her breath as her ass and thighs came in contact with her heels.

“Now, spread your knees as wide as you can.”

As she spread them he put his foot between her legs and gently pushed her right knee further to the side.

“Wider.”

She felt her tendons start to strain before he was satisfied, but what she noticed more was that having his perfectly polished shoe between her naked thighs was making her breathe quickly.

“Place your hands on your thighs, palms up. That throws your shoulders back a little more and presents your breasts just a bit higher.” She did what he instructed, and sat there quietly waiting for whatever was next. He walked around her slowly. She felt his gaze, and automatically straightened her back a little further.

“Nice,” he approved. He sat down again in front of her.

“I know how you feel right now, how aroused you are, how desperate you are for an orgasm. But your orgasms no longer belong to you. They belong solely to your Masters. Once we get back, you'll be wearing a chastity belt until we know we can trust you. No matter how aroused you get, you are not permitted to masturbate.”

She wanted to cry.

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