Bound to Change
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by Aurora Jamison
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: Diana has it all. A great job. Looks and personality. Good friends. Diana has it all--except a man. The more she looks for her soulmate, the less she finds to like until the mysterious Victor comes into her life to tease and torment and ... entice. Diana quickly discovers that she has met her sexual match in Victor, with his clever ways of dominating her, of making her want more of the emotional and silken bonds he uses to ensnare her. She has found her match and her perfect man. Or has she?
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, 2006 extasybooks.com
eBookwise Release Date: January 2007
14 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [255 KB]
Reading time: 172-240 min.
"Don't move, don't cry out," Victor said. Diana shivered in anticipation as his warm hand stroked over her bare bottom. "Yes, this is how I shall punish you."
"Spank me, master. I've been bad." Then Diana bit off her pleas when she saw him pick up a toilet brush with a long plastic handle. "Wait, no, oh. Oh!"
She staggered as he began a slow, methodical whipping. Every time the handle of the brush landed on her milky skin, a shot of pain rocketed into her. Perversely, the pain from the brush bending a little as he struck her repeatedly, made her pussy drool. The whipping turned her on in a big way.
"Oh, master, I want more."
"And you shall get more," he said. But he varied the blows now with a hot hand stroking over her ass cheeks. Whack! Soft caress. Whack, whack, whack! Kiss. He administered his own form of discipline on her until Diana was at the point of orgasm. When he dropped behind her and began kissing the backs of her knees, Diana began struggling. She wanted to be free to return the kisses, the caresses, the velvet touches.
She couldn't. He had bound her too well.
"Please, master, I want to please you!"
Victor laughed and then began working up the backs of her legs with his feathery touches and wet kisses. Across her well-spanked butt and up. She felt his hands slip over her back, then around and up toward her breasts. She began to totter from all the emotions building inside her. She knew what a dam felt like with flood waters pouring down. Like that dam, she was nearing her breaking point.
And just as she was going to come, Victor stopped. His touch vanished. His kisses were no longer lavished on her naked flesh. She felt abandoned and hated the feeling.