The Angel Sees Grey: Pleasure and Punishment for Mr. Darcy

By Enid Wilson

A steamy, bold and erotic paranormal story that re-paints Jane Austen’s characters in urban fantasy colours.

When avenging angel Elizabeth mistakenly whips one honest billionaire Darcy on earth because she confuses the colour of grey and charcoal, her boss sent her down from heaven as a punishment to serve Darcy for one earth life.

Darcy wakes up to find himself with wounds possibly sustained in a kinky sex game he has no memory of. When Nurse Bennet arrives, looking similar to the woman he last remembers before his injury, Darcy suddenly develops lusty thoughts about his private nurse.

With the power struggle in heaven between two gods and his nude photo in the tabloid, Darcy finds himself wanting to get Elizabeth in his bed and deal her all sort of kinky punishment.

Does Darcy only lust after Elizabeth or does he have deeper feeling for her? Will the dark forces push Darcy to his beastly urges and hurt Elizabeth?

Warning: This title contains explicit sexual content, angels, demons, BDSM, whips, ropes, hot wax and a bit of mystery. It is not suitable for Jane Austen’s purists.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Enid Wilson
• Release date: Dec 21, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310734342

Enid Wilson

Enid Wilson loves sexy romance. Her writing career began with a daily newspaper, writing educational advice for students. She then branched out into writing marketing materials and advertising copy.Enid’s novels have been ranked in the top 50 best-selling historical romances on Amazon USA, the top 30 best-selling Regency romances on Amazon Canada, the top 21 romantic short stories on Amazon UK and the top 39 British mysteries on Amazon. Enid loves to hear from her readers. You can contact her at enid.wilson28 (at) yahoo.com.au or www.enidwilson.comBooks by Enid:- Outwitting Mr. Darcy- The Truth About the Merry Widow- Deepest Desires, Deadliest Hate- Steamy Darcy Box Set: Sketching His Character and Darcy's Theta Magic- Close Encounters with a Martian Hunk- The Spinster's Vow- Chemical Fusion- Bargain with the Devil- Really Angelic- Fire and Cross- My Darcy Mutates...- Every Savage Can Reproduce- My Darcy Vibrates...- Honor and Integrity

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The Angel Sees Grey

Pleasure and Punishment for Mr. Darcy

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Debra Anne, Efthalia and June

Your friendship means everything to me!

Enid Wilson loves sexy romance. Her writing career began with a daily newspaper, writing educational advice for students. She then branched out into writing marketing materials and advertising copy.

Enid’s novels has been ranked in the top 10 best-selling erotic short stories, the top 30 best-selling Regency romances and the top 39 British mysteries on Amazon worldwide. Enid loves to hear from her readers. You can contact her at www.enidwilson.com

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First published 2013

THE ANGEL SEES GREY © 2013 by Enid Wilson

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Chapter 1

Who is the man you want? Elizabeth drew her hand across her throat to indicate what she would do to the man in question.

The brown, curly haired one wearing the grey jacket there, Charlotte Lucas spat out the words, pointing out the man standing under the Union Jack.

Elizabeth patted the other woman with tired eyes. Leave this to me. Your pain will be avenged.

Charlotte nodded. I think I’ll go home now.

You don’t want to watch?

Charlotte shook her head vehemently.

No prob, you go and pamper yourself. I’ll share some photos once I’m done with this heartless man.

After Charlotte left, Elizabeth made a beeline for her target, avoiding all the posh men and perfumed women milling around or dancing in the room. When she reached the man, she touched his shoulder to get his attention. Hi, hunk, she cooed.

The man had deep blue eyes and angular facial features. His strong, muscular shoulders and fit body were wrapped in a tailor-made, fine quality, charcoal silk business suit. Handsome and hunky. No wonder Miss Lucas had fallen for him. But his narrow tight lips and the frown on his face suggested he was arrogant and condescending. Elizabeth’s body thrilled. She would enjoy punishing a man for the first time. She could beat him mercilessly if she wanted, and she couldn’t wait to hear him beg for leniency. Want to dance? She pouted seductively, brushing up against him in her flirtiest pose.

His eyes scanned her face and swept down to her chest. Then he shook his head. No, thanks. I rarely dance. After this curt, dismissive reply, he turned from Elizabeth and resumed listening to the other man.

Forget about Darcy, said the other man as he leaned towards Elizabeth. He had a charming smile and twinkling eyes, which spoke of chivalry and politeness. He was tall and wore a light grey suit. Elizabeth wouldn’t mind switching her attention to him if she didn’t have an assignment on hand. I’d love to dance with you, said the man. I’m George Wickham… and you are?

Mr. Wickham stretched out his hand, but Elizabeth shook her head, her eyes still fixed on Darcy. Why don’t you like to dance, Mr. Darcy? she asked in her most seductive voice.

Darcy’s cheeks turned pink and he stepped back from her. I prefer to do my own asking. Is that clear?

Elizabeth’s face flushed. Damn rude man, she thought, and immediately started contriving additional means to torture him later. She’d get her hands on him soon enough.

Ignore him, my lovely lady, Wickham wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her to the dance floor. She chewed her lip with frustration. She seldom had problems with assignments. This Mr. Darcy was annoying to the max. She would plot Level Seven torture to relieve her annoyance as well. And she had no time for this Mr. Wickham, who was an unnecessary distraction and was now starting to irritate her.

When she darted her eyes at her target again, he was heading for the door. That couldn’t happen! She couldn’t lose him. Her mission must be completed. She had to get rid of Wickham, real quick. As he tried to pull her to the dance floor, she quickly disengaged from him and pushed him towards the wall.

So impatient? He raised his eyebrow and grinned. As he lowered his mouth and tried to kiss hers, she nuzzled against his neck and raised her hands to his shoulders.

Then she pressed her fingers to the vein on his neck, and within seconds she had him where she wanted, unconscious like dead wood. She lowered his listless body onto a chair, and arranged him so he looked like a drunk who had fallen asleep.

Without drawing attention to anyone, she slipped out of the party and ran after her target. She caught up with him as he rounded the corner of a dark alley.

Beep!

He had just pressed the remote to his sleek Mercedes SLS AMG Coupé.

Perfect!

She quickened her pace, followed him as he slid into the driver’s seat, then stood against the inside of the car door so he couldn’t close it.

"You don’t get away that easily!" she smiled as she grabbed the door.

What do you think you’re doing? he asked furiously.

She leaned towards him and stretched out her hand. He flinched and pulled back with a look of alarm in his eyes. Before he could press the horn to attract others’ attention, her fingers quickly applied pressure to the vein on his neck. Within a few seconds he too plunged into blackness. He almost slumped onto the wheel, but she caught his head. Then, with a slight push, she shifted him to the passenger seat.

With her hand on the computer screen of the car, Elizabeth commanded, Take me back to where you come from. The engine purred into action, and she held the wheel with a wicked smile. The mission would be completed after all.

Elizabeth enjoyed London by night. Even though it was almost midnight, people of all races, sizes and shapes thronged the city’s streets. She wouldn’t mind joining them later if she had time.

After 20 minutes zigzagging through the streets in the dark, the car drove into the garage of a two-storey stone mansion in an affluent neighbourhood. Elizabeth searched Darcy’s pocket and found some keys. She left him in the car while she skipped inside and scoured the building. Luck was on her side. He seemed to be living alone in a big, modern, masculine townhouse, with all the equipment she needed. She almost flew downstairs and, with a grin on her face, she picked Darcy up on her shoulders, and carried him upstairs.

When she reached her destination  a dark grey bedroom with a huge leather bed  she saw some gym equipment near the balcony. With three top bars, they were perfect for her purpose. She found a leather belt in the impeccably tidy walk-in wardrobe. Then, using her weight as leverage for Darcy to lean on, she raised his hands and tied them onto one of the top bars. Taking a deep breath after this exhausting manoeuvre, she walked into the en-suite bathroom, filled a glass with water, came out, and splashed it over his face.

He blinked open his eyes. As his pupils focused, he immediately became conscious that he was tied firmly to the gym equipment. Then he saw Elizabeth, and the muscles on his face tensed.

What the hell? he yelled, jerking his hands.

Elizabeth observed his struggle impassively, her arms folded across her chest.

When he tried to raise his legs onto the reclining seat which was part of the gym equipment to leverage his body up, she called out, Hey, hey! Not so easy!

With quick strides, she grabbed two more belts from the wardrobe and wrapped her hands around his legs to restrain him further. He swung and swayed but Elizabeth held on tight.

Let go of me! he growled. Who are you?

Stupid man! she murmured, as she pulled one of his legs and secured it to a vertical bar with a belt. Despite his fierce struggle, she immobilised his other leg by tying it to another bar.

Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?

You don’t need to know, Elizabeth said. She grinned as she finished; she had him where she wanted. Elizabeth normally worked in the children’s department, punishing lazy school kids by taking away their toys and favourite foods. This was the first assignment she had in a new department, and she couldn’t wait to work on it. Darcy had powerful thighs and muscles. With her usual squeeze, she could render him unconscious very easily. But she needed him to be awake to endure the punishment.

Ignoring his loud protests and demands to be released, Elizabeth took a few deep breaths and searched his wardrobe again.

She returned with another leather belt and lashed his arse with it.

Urgh!!! He screamed in pain.

Oh, have I used too much force? she asked, feigning sympathy. Well, it serves you right.

Why are you attacking me?

I don’t need to explain.

She flicked the belt again; more lightly this time.

He didn’t flinch. Are you mental? I don’t know you. I haven’t hurt you. Why are you doing this to me?

Annoying man! Fine, she would remind him of his sin. This is for leading Miss Lucas on, she said finally.

Who is Miss Lucas? Darcy cried out. I don’t know any Miss Lucas.

There is no need to deny it. She snapped the belt onto his other arse cheek. She pointed you out to me at the party. This second one was for saying cruel things about her.

I don’t know any Miss Lucas! Stop it, or I’ll call the police!

Not admitting to your wrongdoing? Elizabeth stopped and put her hands on her hips. You don’t feel enough pain? She stared at him furiously. The thick winter clothes were cushioning the pain. They had to go. Throwing the belt onto the floor, she grabbed the waist of his Armani trousers from the back and tore them in two.

Stop it, you crazy woman! Darcy shouted hoarsely as beads of sweat trickled from his head to his nose. He was truly frightened now. He didn’t recall how he had come to return home with this beautiful but deranged woman. His last memory of the night was seeing her leaning against his car.

She must have found his address and driven him here. But how could she have dragged him up to the bedroom and tied him up? Did she have an accomplice? She belted him, ripped his pants apart and grasped his legs with arms that were as hard as lead. Was this demented woman going to attack him sexually? In his own house? And who was this Miss Lucas?

After the trousers, Elizabeth gripped the collar of Darcy’s suit and ripped the back of it away from his body with one jerk. His waistcoat, shirt and jockeys met the same fate a few seconds later as her laughter drowned his protests and shouts.

As he stood there stark naked, tied to the upper beams of the gym equipment, she picked up the belt and thrashed his arse again. He was a superb specimen, not an ounce of fat on his body. Broad shoulders, narrow waist, a pert bum, and particularly well endowed. Pity he was such a jerk, and that this fine body would soon bear the scars of his own wrongdoing. She raised the belt again.

Stop! His voice was hoarse, his throat tight, his hands and legs burned against the restraints and his bottom started to feel numb. You’ve got the wrong man. I’m Fitzwilliam Darcy. I’ve never met this Miss Lucas. I’ve never hurt her.

Elizabeth sat down on the bed, tired from the lashing. She met you on the Internet two months ago, she sighed.

I don’t meet strange women on the Internet. You can check the history of my iPad or laptop.

Elizabeth hated liars, particularly those who had no remorse. Throwing the belt onto the floor, she walked up to him and slapped his thigh.

No! he screamed out. A red palm mark scorched his skin. It hurt more than the belt. Who was this woman? Her hand was like iron. He panted, squeezed his eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling, and bit his lip to will the pain away.

Then you asked her out to the West End last week, to watch Les Misérables.

Elizabeth’s fury was palpable, like a heat-seeking missile tearing through his brain. You took her there last week.

No, no… he gritted out the words, I have been in Australia for the past month, and only came back two days ago. My passport is in the desk drawer. You can check it.

She smacked him again, this time on the shoulder. Next time, she would slap his penis if he persisted in being stubborn. His yells turned to screams, and he swore at her with the foulest language.

But as her hand connected with his body, his words sank in.

"Australia? Truly?"

Yes, yes… how on earth could I have met this Miss Lucas at the West End last week if I was in Sydney?

Elizabeth paused. Surely he was lying again. But just to be on the safe side, she searched the drawers. Finally, she found his passport and flipped it open. She immediately saw the stamp on one of the pages.

Depart 10 July 2012.

Oh bad! Real bad! That was just two days ago. Elizabeth mumbled as she scanned the passport, walking in circles around the desk.

Now do you believe me? Darcy asked weakly. You’ve got the wrong man! Untie me right now!

How could this have gone so wrong? Elizabeth stuttered, rubbing her hands over her eyes. Oh, what should I do? And my first assignment! I’m going to hell. My God.

Untie me immediately! he commanded, feeling more like his usual self.

She darted another look at him, naked, tied up, with reddened skin everywhere on his body. Bad, bad, bad. I must go now. I’ve got to go.

No, you can’t leave me here like this! Darcy bellowed as he saw the lunatic woman disappear from his bedroom and slam the door shut.

Outside the room, Elizabeth pushed the window in the corridor open, climbed through it and jumped.

With her hands spread out horizontally in front of her, she floated on air, and with a swirl of her body and a kick, she ascended into the sky.

Up, up she flew, passing clouds, birds and pollen. Finally, she reached the seventh level of Heaven and landed on the white turf of her leader.

My dear Meesterstuk, Elizabeth Bennettocentem comes to report an alarming incident. She bowed her head, with hands clenched tightly behind her back.

Meesterstuk cut in before she could continue.

You are on your first assignment, to answer a prayer for justice.

Indeed, Meesterstuk.

Did you not meet up with the devoted and faithful human?

I did.

And?

I fear I have bungled my first assignment. Her lips trembled.

Meesterstuk walked up to Elizabeth and surveyed her for a second as if she were an exhibit in some art gallery. Tell me everything, from the beginning.

She drew in a deep breath. My mission was to punish the cruel, heartless man who hurt Miss Charlotte Lucas of Meryton, upon the faithful woman’s plea for help.

He nodded.

She was led on by this man she befriended on Facebook about two months ago. She had sent him money when he said he was in a bit of a tight spot.

Continue.

The man seduced her with words in the cybersphere, but when she finally met him face to face, he told her she was plain, like a piece of paper, totally unexciting and sexually unappealing.

Yes... and…

Miss Lucas was greatly hurt by the words, and prayed for justice to be done to this man. You answered her prayer and assigned me, as her avenger because she has been a loyal follower of Heaven since the age of four.

All seems to be well thus far.

Elizabeth shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Miss Lucas took me to a party in a wealthy woman’s house in London tonight, and pointed out the man to me, a Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy. She remembered her target telling her his full name. Sweat started to trickle down her breasts.

But when I secured the offending man at his home and dealt him the punishment, he protested that he did not know a Miss Lucas.

Meesterstuk shook his head. The callous man probably lies to avoid punishment. They all do. Men are like that.

I thought so as well, Elizabeth nodded eagerly, but when he begged me to explain the reason for his punishment…

You are aware we do not need to explain anything. Offending humans will know deep in their hearts how guilty they are.

I thought so myself, but he was unbelievably stubborn. So I reminded him Miss Lucas and he had met on the Internet and that they had spent their last fateful evening in the West End last week, Elizabeth whispered. He told me he was in Australia then.

Another lie, probably.

He begged me to check his passport. The tone of Elizabeth’s voice started rising. The stamp and date seem to be genuine.

What? Meesterstuk exclaimed. How could this happen? How could this have gone wrong?

That was what I thought as well. Which is why I returned immediately to ask for your further instructions.

Meesterstuk rubbed his jaw and paced around in circles. Let me check on tonight’s footage. He then grabbed a tiny piece of cloud, shaped it with his hand into a round pad, and tapped on it. They called this Skypad. A giant floating picture appeared on the white turf on which they were standing. They looked down at it together, like two gods surveying the earth. The image showed Elizabeth’s descent to earth and how she had met up with Charlotte and persuaded the earth woman she could help take revenge for the hurt meted out to her. Next, they appeared at the party, where Miss Lucas pointed out Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth approached him.

"Grey, Elizabeth Bennettocentem! Miss Lucas said grey." He pointed his finger at the two men standing next to each other in the party.

But Darcy was wearing grey.

No! The one you approached, this Mr. Darcy, was wearing charcoal! Charcoal is not grey. It is darker.

Elizabeth’s entire body quivered at her leader’s loud yell. She had never seen the avenging god this angry. She would be dead, again. In an attempt to avoid the fate that befell those who didn’t carry out Meesterstuk’s orders, she protested weakly, How was I to know there are so many shades of grey?

Charcoal is not grey, he repeated. It is dark, like black! There are many shades of grey, more than fifty, at least.... Such a simple assignment, and you messed it up so badly. Have you dealt Mr. Darcy the punishment?

She nodded, lamely.

How many times did you whip him? An innocent man? We can’t have this happening. My star rating will be in jeopardy.

My Meesterstuk, I am so sorry. Please do not be too harsh on me. It is my first job. I am still learning. I will be more careful in future. Elizabeth could not stop babbling.

But you have been an avenger for almost two years.

I dealt only with children in the past. They seem a lot easier to deal with than men.

My section strives to achieve perfection! Your huge mistake will bring down our rating. What if I was marked with one star? Meesterstuk threw the Skypad and smashed it against the wall of white ivy. Fire and air were streaming out of his ears, his face turned green, and his body doubled. On