Carmella's Fate [Slave to the Emir Book 3]
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by Paul Blades
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Sexplosive Conclusion to Carmella Trilogy! Carmella and Jeb long for freedom and escape from the kingdom where they are held captive. But will their dreams be fulfilled or will Carmella be condemned to a life of sexual slavery. Not for everyone! Strong B&D.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books,
eBookwise Release Date: November 2006
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [206 KB]
Reading time: 135-189 min.
Carmella had been told she was worthy to serve the Master's guests. She had been told so by Aboud, her trainer, in the sequestered atmosphere of his personal bedroom in the dungeon below the public portion of the whorehouse known as the House of Adeem. Aboud had beaten her that night, as was only proper, to remind her of her lowly status and to reinforce her duty as an enslaved object of pleasure.
But that night, it was Aboud who supplied the pleasure. After he meticulously delivered ten strong strokes of the cane to her breasts and thighs, he took her in his arms and kissed her. She welcomed his hot tongue in her mouth as the burning kisses of the cane still reverberated on her body. Her loins burned with desire for him, she yearned to enwrap his thick, heavy cock with her lips.
Aboud released Carmella's wrists from the chain that held them over her head. He gently swept her legs from under her and carried her to his lush, four-posted bed. Laying her down, he placed his naked, finely sculpted body next to hers. Carmella was in a trance. Throughout her torments during her training, Aboud had been, with one exception, her sole source of comfort and hope. To say she loved him would do an injustice to the strength of her feelings. She adored him, as a creature would adore its god.
Carmella was enthralled as she felt the heat of Aboud's flesh. She awaited only his command to apply her impassioned skills to his pleasure. But he was the master. She knew she must await his command since what she wanted, what she desired, meant nothing. She was only a slave.
Aboud drew Carmella's hands above her head and locked them in the grasp of his powerful right hand. With his left, he caressed the length of her body.