Internet Bonds Trilogy Megabook
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by Christy Poff
Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: THREE COMPLETE NOVELS, ONE MEGABOOK SERIES LOW PRICE! Three Internet Bonds books from Bestselling author Christy Poff, including: INTERNET BONDS: BLACKHEART: Raven Blackheart watched life take a deadly turn when a cruel dominant murdered the master she loved. Running from this, she wound up in New Orleans where she tried to live a quiet life and start over. New Orleans vice detective Kyle Lansing lived with a missing piece to his life and searched for a woman to help him find it in the world of dominants and submissives--only he wants a switch. Together they find they can have a whole life with each other while he warms the darkness in her soul and she calms his while teaching him about love. Will his love ease her black heart and give them life or will her past always hang over them? INTERNET BONDS: CHARLOTTE MASTERED: Charlotte James is looking for her knight and master, a man she can love and trust without question and submit to totally. She meets a man she met on line at his exclusive DC club and finds she can obey his dominance over her easily. Simon Anderson is searching for his queen, a woman who can share his lifestyle without hesitation. Without Charlotte, he planned to give up on finding his true submissive. A man who devotes himself to her happiness, he needs to protect her from the madman threatening them. While Charlotte's desires and Simon's search bring them together, an outsider in their world seeks to destroy them in order to protect his political life. Will they survive or will Washington politics overshadow their love? INTERNET BONDS: MEMPHIS BELLE: Belle Chamberlain immersed herself in a very successful singing career after her husband's death after returning from leave in Naples. She remains true to him though her life lacks love. Jaspar Constantine enjoys the darker side of sex and women. They enjoy him because of his international financial status but once they find out his desires, they bolt. On-line, he meets a woman who wants to explore the lifestyle but needs the right hand guiding her. Will he collar his Memphis Belle or will the past tear them apart? GET THE COMPLETE INTERNET BONDS TRILOGY IN THIS LOW PRICED MEGABOOK SERIES RELEASE!
eBook Publisher: Whiskey Creek Press, 2009
eBookwise Release Date: March 2009
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [713 KB]
Reading time: 462-647 min.
All Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
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INTERNET BONDS SERIES BOOK 2: BLACK HEART
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"Master!" she screamed as his body slowly dropped to the floor. She eased him down trying to make him comfortable.
Sandy Davis held Harden Walker in her arms as the blood drained from him, several gunshots taking their toll. She tried to stop the bleeding, but he'd been hit too many times. His attacker emptied his clip into her master while he shielded her.
"Why did you shoot him?"
"I want you."
"I don't want to give you back and Walker doesn't want to concede you to a more dominant Dom."
"But I did what you wanted. It's over and I want to go back to him."
"It's over all right--for him. You see I made the deal never intending to keep it. I want you."
"No, I can't and won't leave him. I love him and he's dying."
"Get away from him," the man commanded.
Sandy sobbed as Crawford ordered her to obey him. She angered him by clinging to a dying man. He would make sure she rued this day. The longer she held Walker, the more furious he became. He could not allow her insubordination to go on.
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Thursday night, several hours before--a man sat with Walker and his sub at an exclusive Boston club. Athens Retreat catered to their lifestyle and had become one of Boston's best-kept secrets.
The masters chatted while Sandy sat at Harden's side, eyes looking at the table, hands in her lap, not saying a word. His hand caressed her breast as he held her close and it relaxed her more than she cared to admit. The man her master talked with terrified her. Across the table, the other submissive took her place kneeling on the floor, her hands behind her. Crawford poured champagne into a bowl and placed it on the floor. When he told her to drink, she lapped at it like a dog or cat.
"Peter, why must you humiliate them so?"
"Because I enjoy it."
They'd had numerous arguments about this without coming to any compromise.
"I'll make you a deal. One card, I win, your slut is mine for the weekend."
"And if I win?"
Crawford snickered and Sandy felt a chill run up and down her spine. She dreaded what would happen if Crawford won. She prayed her master would keep her safe from the Dom known as The Master of Cruelty. Crawford pulled a deck of cards from his pocket.
"To keep it legit..." Harden said as he called for a brand new, unopened deck. He had to give her every chance, because he did not want to lose her. He knew what Crawford was capable of. She prayed as her hands clenched tight, her nails digging into her palms to keep her sane.
Harden opened the deck and pushed it to Crawford to cut after shuffling it.
"Sandra, if you'll hold the deck so Master Peter can draw a card?"
"Yes, my lord."
Sandy took the deck and held it fanned out so the other man could draw a card. The man pulled one and placed the card face down on the table. She shifted the deck so Walker could do the same. Once he had, he also laid his card laid face down on the table.
"Turn the cards over, Sandra."
"Yes, my lord."
She turned over her master's card first to reveal the ten of spades. She relaxed a little though she knew her Dom could easily lose her to his nemesis. She took a deep breath, put her hand on the other card, and then looked down as she flipped it over. The sound of Crawford's laughter caused her heart to sink. She cautiously looked and saw the ace of diamonds.
Her heart slammed into her chest. Her master, the man she loved, had lost her in a silly card game. She knew the other man would not return her after the weekend. Peter the Cruel held onto his trophies and refused to give them back. She had heard stories...
"Come, I want to leave."
"May I have a word with Sandra before you leave?"
"If you must."
Crawford yanked his sub by the hair to move her out of his way. Sandra's heart ached.
"I am so sorry, Sandra. I didn't think we'd lose with a fresh deck."
"But, my lord..."
"For now, you may call me Harden."
"I can't go with him. He terrifies me."
"I know. I'll do what I can to get you out of this."
"I love you, Harden. I can't betray you with..."
"You won't. You've become a pawn in his game. Please, don't rile him. He'll hurt you and enjoy it."
"But I don't want to do this."
"I know, but the choice isn't ours. Crawford is senior to me. My God, I'm sorry to admit he trained me. His cruelty changed my mind on how to treat my subs. I could never do what he does."
"Walker, it's time. Tell your slut--"
"She is not a slut. She is the woman I plan to marry."
"They all are, even your Sandra."
Crawford scoffed at Walker's statement and turned away. Suddenly, he turned around, a 10mm Glock in his hand and ready to fire.
"Walker, send her to me--now."
"No! Violence voids the deal. She stays with me!" he stated, moving Sandy behind him and using his body to shield her.
"Harden?" she whispered.
"Shh. Stay behind me."
She hid behind him and listened to the two masters argue. She glanced over to the table where Crawford's sub remained on her knees. She's no help. She held her breath, then gasped when shots rang out in rapid-fire succession. She counted five separate explosions and felt the force of them as they hit her master.
Walker gasped as his body rocked. She grabbed him as he slid to the floor, and then screamed when she saw all the blood.
Crawford gave Sandy a few minutes with her dead master before he dragged her away. She fought him to get back to Walker's side.
"Two!" he counted.
"Please, we can't leave him."
"He's dead. Now, I repeat for the last time. Come to me."
"No, I won't."
"Damn you," he screamed as he reached down and grabbed her. Crawford dragged her from the room and left his submissive. He threw Sandy into his Mercedes and drove off.
Sandy wept. No way could she stay with a cruel dominant, especially after this.
"Please, let me go back to him. He needs me."
"He's dead and I now own you."
"No, he can't be. I can't go with you."
"Shut up, slut. You need to learn to watch your tongue."
The force of his hand against her sent her reeling. She hit the door, then swayed back to the center of the car as he swerved back onto the road.
"See what you've made me do?"
"Please, let me go. Please."
She tried the door but couldn't open it. Dying on the side of the road had to be better than what Crawford had planned for her. His laugh sent chills through her.
She curled up in a huddle by the door. She shook as terror overwhelmed her. Somewhere during the ride to wherever he planned to take her, she passed out.
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Sandy woke to the smell of obnoxious smelling salts. She moaned, sick to her stomach, even more so when she surveyed her surroundings. She was splayed on a modified X-frame. She saw that it had been designed to give access to all the sensitive areas of her body. She faced the frame, her head held in place by metal on either side of her. A piece of metal tapered off to a thin strip, hugged, at the moment, by her ample breasts. The bar then spread wider to support her abdomen, but stopped above her mons. Two pieces went out to the sides of it to accommodate her legs.
Spread-eagled and naked, what more would he take from me?
When she tried to move, she discovered her wrists, ankles, waist, upper arms, thighs and her neck were strapped to the framed contraption. Crawford had made sure she wouldn't get away from him.
"Ah, you're awake. About damned time."
"Please let me go."
"After you made a fool out of me? Not in your lifetime. You obviously learned nothing, or Walker failed with your training. I am your master now and you are my submissive. Therefore, you obey my wishes. In front of another dominant and others, you openly defied me, not once, but several times. I don't know what Harden Walker ever did to gain your undying loyalty, but I assure you, I will not do so. I will make you regret your insubordinate actions."
Sandy closed her eyes, her mind desperate for escape. She swore to take whatever he dished out and survive it. Anything to get away from Peter Crawford.
Her head yanked back at an odd angle brought her back to the present. He forced something into her mouth, and then began his punishment. By the time his cruelty ended, Sandy had lapsed off; unaware of the intense pain her body had endured. She refused to cry or show emotion. Sometime during his punishment, she passed out.
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Sandy heard a voice in the distance. She opened her eyes, face-to-face with a flat screen television. She felt sick having never worn a ball gag before. Harden had considered her too much of a lady for such barbaric toys. She looked up to see her wrists cuffed to a bar, her feet to another one.
More aware of her plight, stinging pain overwhelmed her. The last thing she remembered had been Master Peter flogging her with no mercy. How long have I been unconscious? Harden ... No ... Tears welled in her eyes.
The news anchor caught her attention.
Police are investigating the murder of a prominent doctor at Athens Retreat, a sex club in the city. Unsure of what went on, they know he died from multiple gunshot wounds to the chest. Witnesses stated off-camera he'd been involved in a card game gone bad. The police are looking for Sandy Davis, his companion, missing since the murder. Though detectives aren't charging her now, she could become their prime suspect.
Sandy shook her head. She needed to call the police and tell them what happened. She needed to send them after Crawford and clear her name. She needed Harden to be able to rest in peace.
"Don't even think about it. You aren't leaving me and, if you do, I will tell the police I watched you murder him in cold blood."
Sandy shook her head, closing her eyes to block out the sight of him. She wept.
"This is how the game will be played," he said as he cupped one of her breasts in his rough hand. The coarseness of his calloused skin hurt her sensitive skin, red and swollen from his punishment. "You will be my willing slave until I tire of you. You will obey me, or I will turn you over to the cops and you'll get the death penalty. You have no choice."
Her eyes pleaded with him.
"Here are my rules. You will call me Master Peter. You will obey me without question, or suffer. Your body is presently a nice shade of light red but I can turn it to black and blue in a heartbeat. Until I can trust you not to try anything, you will wear nothing. I will train you to be the proper submissive."
He went to his armoire and opened the doors. He pulled out a remote control and pressed a button on it. The bars she was cuffed to started to rotate. A few minutes later, she was suspended on her side. He put the remote back and came to her.
"I'm removing the ball. You will not utter a word. Once I give you the opportunity, you will suck my cock and make sure you don't bite me. I will hurt you as soon as I can."
Relief coursed through her as he freed her from the gag. Her jaw had become stiff from it and she tried to limber her mouth up. He put the rig on a nearby bench, walked to her, and dropped his robe. She inwardly wished he'd be called away, but no such luck. She tried to pull away but with her head framed, she couldn't move.
"Suck it, Sandra Slut."
"I'd rather go to prison."
"Walker failed in your training," he said as she cried out when he slapped her sore hip. Where hasn't he flogged me?
"Do it and obey me."
She had no choice as he thrust his cock into her mouth and moved it in and out. Her mind closed to what he forced her to do as she sucked him with an almost mechanical effort. She remembered Harden's, his glorious body, their unquestioned and trusting love. She will be my wife...
Sandra Davis began to plan for her escape either from Peter the Cruel, or to death's hand. One way or another, she'd run from him. She had yet to decide whether to go to the police, or run. It would come after she escaped her death sentence at Peter Crawford's hands.
Two days later, she got her chance.
Crawford wanted to put her on display to several other doms dabbling in the sadomasochistic side of BDSM. If she could endure the next few hours, she'd have her freedom.
Crawford dressed her in a diaphanous dress to show off everything she had. He'd had another slave bathe her and shave her mons and pussy. Sore from the flogging over the last few days, she endured the session followed by the weight of the thin fabric over her injured skin.
After she dressed, she went downstairs to meet her captor. She stood before him, silently refusing to submit to his dominance. As she expected, he added his own enhancements as he cuffed her hands and placed a dog collar on her with a small leash attached. It didn't matter. By the end of the night, she'd be gone.
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