Into The Darkness Week! Mrs. White goes Into the Grey House

Hmmmm, darkness. Yeah, I don’t really like darkness, unless it involves me, a hard muscled man, and a bed. Or a car backseat. Or a couch. Or, well, you get the picture. But Darkward…now I could be persuaded to have feelings for that man. There is just something about a moody, overbearing, controlling Darkward that gets me all hot and bothered. Yeah I know, I can hear you now, “You get hot and bothered by the thought of fleas humping while on a dog’s back.” This is true, I mean come on, they’re getting lucky, who doesn’t like that? But Darkward…he brings on a whole new level of hot and botheredness, even for me.

As I recently delved into the dark side of fan fic, I found a story so twisted, so dark, I caught myself breathing a little harder during certain scenes. It was quite refreshing. Into the Grey House by pdd912, is the story of Bella, a young, and somewhat naïve girl, who is engaged to Mike Newton. After losing her job, she finds an advertisement for the position of personal assistant to Edward Cullen, owner of the Cullen Agency. She is excited about it, and is shocked when her fiancé all but forbids her from applying for the job. Being the headstrong girl she is, she applies anyway, and comes face to face with Edward, who immediately offers her the position, as well as an apartment within his home for her to reside in. It all seems almost too good to be true…and maybe it is. Bella is soon feeling things she’s never felt before, experiencing things she never thought possible. No matter how incredible things seem, are they? Being surrounded by shady characters and odd occurrences, Bella questions not only her life, but also things around her, making decisions that will forever change who she is.

What I love about this story is that it’s not your typical BDSM story. It doesn’t follow the same guidelines as most BDSM fan fic stories, and yet it’s intriguing and capable of completely sucking you in. It’s also not just a story about sex; there is something else there—something hidden and deeper, possibly dangerous. Bella is immersed in a world that is completely new to her, a world that scares her more than anything ever has before, but a world that excites her so completely that she can never turn away from it. Will Edward be able to be what she needs? Will Bella bend to his will the way he insists? Why does Victoria lurk in dark hallways? And seriously, what has Emmett got buried in that garden he so faithfully tends to?

Into the Grey House is interesting, exciting, frightening, and smokin’ hot. This Darkward totally lives up to his name and leaves me wanting more after each chapter. This is one man who could get me to bend over his knee any day. If you’re looking for a strong, possessive, brooding Edward, as well as a smart, strong willed, curious Bella, this is the story for you. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.

Now, where did I put that paddle and those ties? Neighbor guy was looking like he might be up for some fun tonight, and after reading this, I’ve got some rather entertaining ideas…

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"I need to speak with you," he said. "I want to make sure that you do understand that there are rules which you will be expected to obey. First and foremost being your availability to me at all times. If at any time I should wish to have you, or to make use of you in anyway, you must comply."

She said nothing. His words did not surprise her in the slightest, prepared as she had been by the events leading up to them.

"Other than this addition," he smiled as if the term amused him, "to your regular duties, you will continue in your employment as my personal assistant. Also, you will continue to join me for meals." He paused, watching her with an unexpectedly wary eye. "I do enjoy your company, after all. You're an intelligent girl and have a certain sweet charm." He stopped speaking. Moments passed. "Do you have anything you'd like to say? Any questions?"

There were many things she'd like to say. Certainly, she knew there were things she should say under the circumstances, but the words she spoke were contrary to all of these.

"Can I touch you?" she asked in a voice shaky with fear, but also with desire.

He laughed.

"You just have touched me," he said, voice teasing.

Bella's face flushed scarlet. Her eyes looked down, embarrassed.

"I want to touch your face," she admitted, in a tone that would suggest her confession to a murder.

A silence ensued again. When she could take the suspense no longer, she looked up into his face. He was watching her with a look that was difficult to interpret.

"Yes," he replied in a careful tone. "You can touch me."
Bella moved up until she was sitting on her knees, reaching out to touch him with trembling fingers. Her fingertips traced the line of his mouth, smoothing over each soft lip before moving to his still flushed face, stroking each cheek, and then finally losing themselves in his auburn hair.

"Enough!"

He pulled away from her. Her face was stunned, as though he had slapped her. Her hands still tingled where she'd touched him.

"I'm sorry?" she said, not knowing exactly what she was apologizing for.

He said nothing for a moment, but then said, "You can go to your rooms now."

She rose to her feet, a little unsteady after kneeling for so long. When she reached the door, she was surprised to find that he had followed her. He pulled her to him roughly and kissed her hard on the mouth, putting one hand beneath her skirt and touching her there as well.

When he let her go, he had one last thing to tell her. "Remember, Bella. You can not leave me. Do you understand?"

***** 

And in case that isn’t enough for you, here’s more…

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"Bella, Emmett came to me today with a most unusual story," Edward began, his face suddenly very cold. "Do you know what he told me?"

Bella's legs began to shake. Her lips trembled.

"It's not true," she whispered.

His eyebrows shot up.

"It's not true?" he repeated. "What isn't true?"

Her eyes searched his face, but saw nothing but anger there.

"I didn't try to leave." He looked unmoved by her words. She looked over at Emmett and then back at Edward. Her eyes filled with tears. "I came back."

"Came back, or was forced back?"

She said nothing. Nothing she said would help. She was going to be punished.

Edward walked over to a chair and sat down.

"Come here, Bella."

Very slowly, she walked towards him. When she stood directly in front of him, he said, "Do you remember what I told you yesterday? About what would happen if you tried to leave?"

Her entire body began to tremble.

"Y-yes, sir," she admitted. Her gazed flickered over to Emmett and Victoria. "B-but..."

A smile touched his face. "Embarrassed that your punishment will be watched?" he guessed. The smile was short-lived. "You can either lay down across my lap willingly, or you can be made to. If you are dragged kicking and screaming, you will regret it."

His face left no doubt of the sincerity of his words.

She did as he ordered.

She lay across his lap, feeling the foolishness of her position all the more sharply because of the watchful, silent servants. Her butt was presented not only to his eyes, but to theirs. Her sole comfort was that she remained covered. A shred of dignity, at least, that she could hide in.

Then he lifted her skirt, tucking the hem around her waist, into the band, so that, no matter how much she moved or twisted, the skirt would remain lifted, her ass presented to both him and the watchers.

"Please," she moaned. "Please don't do this. Cover me back up," she pleaded.

But he only made a small sound, something like a dark chuckle, and ran his fingers across the snowy globes of her butt. A shiver went through her at his light touch.

"Bella, your modesty is very attractive, but wasted." He continued to touch her lightly as he spoke. "As willful as you are, Victoria and Emmett are certain to grow accustomed to the sight of you across my lap." He paused a moment, giving her time to absorb the meaning of his words. "And whether you are clothed or not will always be at my command, depending on my pleasure. Certainly, you will always be exposed during your punishments."

Again, a shiver went through her, but this time one of deepest dread.

"I always want to please you," she whispered.

His hand slipped under her chin, tilting her head slightly to the side so that he could look into her face. His eyes, always so strange and beautiful to her, looked deeply into hers, an indecipherable expression in them.

"Yes," he returned softly. "Yes, you do, don't you?"

She nodded, miserable.

His expression became grim, his jaw tightened.

"And yet, you did not please me today. Today, you tried to leave me. Though I had informed you that you would be severely punished if you ever tried."

Tears formed in her dark brown eyes, glistening in them before slipping down her cheeks.

"I returned," she pleaded. "I don't want to leave you." These last words were said with just a trace of a sob, not so much in dread of the punishment she was about to receive, but in sorrow at the truthfulness of her words.

He released her chin, allowing her head to bow down again.

"Victoria, please bring me the ties," he said.