Fancy
a bit of Sunday shibari? I’ve got another exclusive excerpt for you
today, from my new release Babes in Bondage. Enjoy!
Blurb
It’s
9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safe word?
Some
people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn
terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer
offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue. With the assistance
of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very
first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den
are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.
Blonde,
beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens
Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s
determined to destroy the licentious, permissive,
anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes. A smidgen of
plastic explosive should do the trick... If only she can resist her
attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own
secret craving for surrender.
Caught
in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and
prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his
horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her
prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her
forbidden fantasies?
Sizzling Excerpt
Master
Shark swept his eyes over her curves, an appreciative smile on his
lips. She straightened her spine, elevating her ample breasts. Her
black satin brassiere couldn’t hide her hugely erect nipples.
Giulia didn’t care. A quick glance at Shark’s trousers made it
clear that he was not immune to her charms.
After
a pregnant instant, he continued his lecture. “Shibari is often
practiced on a naked subject. The contrast of rough rope and smooth
skin is visually attractive, while the friction can be highly
arousing. Beginners, though, often start with a clothed ‘rope
bunny’, to avoid becoming distracted.” Some of the audience
giggled. “If the subject does wear any clothing, it should be form
fitting, like Giulia’s leggings. Otherwise it will spoil the
artistic effect.”
Leaving
Giulia half-naked near the front of the stage, he went to fetch
supplies from some shelves at the back. The curious stares from the
crowd only made her hotter. I can do this, she told herself. I
want to do this.
“Today
I’m going to show you Hisha Kerada —the classic diamond
tie, sometimes called a ‘rope dress’. You’ve probably seen
pictures. Actually, it’s easier than it looks.” He held up a fat
bundle of red-dyed rope. “You’ll need about thirty feet of
quarter inch diameter hemp or jute rope.” He waved his other hand,
which held something metallic. “And be sure you have a good quality
pair of medical scissors available. Just in case of emergencies.”
He
rested a hand on her shoulder. “Are you ready?” he asked, his
voice kind but with an undertone of steel.
“Yes—yes,
Sir. Just tell me what to do.”
“Oh,
I will, Miss Giulia. Just relax for now. Stand with your arms spread,
as if you wanted to hug the audience.” There were more chuckles.
“But try not to tense your muscles. That’s right.”
“We
begin by doubling the rope in the middle, with the doubled part
hanging down her back and the two strands draped over her shoulders.”
As he illustrated his instructions, he touched her body only when
necessary. That didn’t make the contact any less intimate. She’d
given herself to this man, to be made into an object of desire. She’d
relinquished her will; she was no more than the canvas for his art.
The knowledge intoxicated her, spurring her to even higher levels of
arousal.
“Now
we fashion a loop at the back, between her shoulder blades—turn
around, Giulia, so they can see, that’s right. We bring together
the strands in the front —again, please—and make a series of
equally spaced overhand knots: one at her throat, just below the
collar bone; one between her lovely breasts—”
Her
nipples strained against her bra, screaming, Touch me! Tweak me!
His clever fingers lingered for a moment near her tits, and she knew
he was tempted, but Dom that he was, he had unfaltering self-control.
He created two more knots down her midline, one at her waist, one
just above her navel. She struggled to remain still and not squirm in
the direction of his fingers.
“Now
we run the two strands up between her legs and up her spine. At this
point, if you like, you can create an optional ‘happy knot’, like
this…” Shark tied the paired lines together again, near the gap
between her thighs, then pulled it up tight between her legs. Giulia
gasped. The last knot was perfectly positioned to put pressure on her
already throbbing clit. Each time he manipulated the rope, the
friction became more intense. Meanwhile, the rope settled deep into
her ass cleft, rubbing against her anus through the stretchy cloth of
her leggings.
“Don’t
squirm, Giulia. That’s a good girl…” The Dom continued his
narration as he fed the rope ends through the loop between her
shoulder blades, then under her arms and around to the front from
either side. He slipped them between two strands, below the knot at
her throat and above the knot between her tits, then drew them around
to the back once more, pulling tight to make the first “diamond”.
Oh
God! The hemp bit into the soft flesh above her breasts, not painful,
but inescapable. He repeated the strategy, wrapping the rope below
her tits this time, inserting the ends between the second and third
knots, and pulling them to the back to make a second diamond. Her
breasts were now captured in a vise of rope. The taut bonds made her
flesh bulge; her nipples were so swollen she thought they’d
explode. Meanwhile every tiny motion stimulated her raging clitoris
and pushed her inexorably closer to climax.
Giulia
didn’t want to come on stage, the way Jen had. That would just be
too embarrassing. Yet as Master Shark continued to dress her in his
scarlet cords, she wondered if she had any choice. He wasn’t
teasing her, not directly. He touched her only in the most
utilitarian way. Still with every loop and knot, he took more
complete control of her body—and her mind. She floated,
paradoxically relaxed despite the erotic tension singing through her
limbs, waiting for his next command—turning to show the audience
her rope-split buttocks, turning again to display her trussed up
tits, every movement pushing the happy knot deeper into her throbbing
cunt.
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