Chains & Other Erotica
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by Terri Pray
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Brilliant Tales of Domination and Surrender. Terri Pray is today's bestselling author of the romance of bondage and discipline. Here in a new collection are seventeen novelettes and short stories exploring the lives and dreams of those who live the life of masters and slaves. Among these unique, compelling stories are Mate Hunt, Breaking Habits, Stolen Moments, A Touch of Steel, Chains and others.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: February 2008
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [137 KB]
Reading time: 91-128 min.
If you love someone you'll set them free. Whoever said that wasn't talking about me.
Some like to wear silk, others leather, pvc does it for more than a few people I know. For me its chains. Thin ones, bulky ones, locked in place the key out of reach. Cold hard steel wrapped about my body.
It's been five days and I can still feel them. All I have to do is close my eyes and remember what he did. How he had wrapped them about my ankles, leading a chain between my thighs, a lock resting against my belly. Those links pressed against my cunt, rubbing at my clit with each small move I made, sliding deeper between my ass cheeks, an unyielding touch against my ass.
They circled my hips, cold, hard, unforgiving. I couldn't break free of them even if I had wanted to. He knew what he was doing, the one that locked me up so tightly. I could see it in his eyes, that gaze unyielding just like the metal in his hands.
I'm lucky, he understands the craving.
Few men do, most want to free me, protect me from the darkness I can feel burning within the pit of my stomach. They don't know me, they don't want to know me, they just want to change me into something else. They want to work on me, until I become something more conventional, a well behaved woman to bring home to their Mother. Then they wonder why I send them packing by the second date.
Not him. The first time we spoke of it I saw the acceptance in his gaze, that desire to see what I looked like locked and helpless at his feet.
A second set of chains circling my chest nestled beneath my breasts. Another lock to form the anchor he would need. I nearly came there and then when he showed me the slender chains he had wanted to bind over my breasts, but I'd held off, like a good slut. Greedy slut was more like it. Why would I want to spoil the full release his work would bring about?
Thin, tight, the links smooth. He bound them about the base of my breasts, forming a halter, cruel bra then locked it close enough so I could feel the pressure building. Just remembering it has my cunt wet again, I can almost feel the chain back there rubbing across slick skin.
Gods I could have slept like that. A hundred orgasms locked in chains. Better that than soft kisses and mumbled words of faked passion.
He didn't speak, not even when he had locked my hands over my bound breasts. He hadn't needed to. The look in his grey eyes had been enough. He knew. I knew. The metal links pressed into my flesh had me began to soar.
You don't understand, do you?
He didn't touch me, he didn't have to. He just left me there on the floor, watching as my hips began to move, watching as he drank in each whimper, each moan. Some would have wondered why he didn't add a toy, or take advantage of my mouth. Why he didn't do anything else but chain me and watch. He knew what it did to me, how chaining me set me free. I think he needs to see me chained, writhing at his feet just as much as I need to feel them encircling my body.
I need them
I need him.