Bondage and Love: Taboo BDSM Erotica E-Book

Lauren Lawrence

• Herausgeber: Palimpsest Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: Very taboo. Not for the faint of heart. May include BDSM, incest, and other taboo and forbidden elements. This is a vintage **full length** (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel.


CHAPTER ONE - THE PAINLESS KIDNAP
CHAPTER TWO – CAPTIVITY
CHAPTER THREE - THE YOKE'S ON ME
CHAPTER FOUR - MALE VENOM
CHAPTER FIVE - THE FEMALE GLOAT
CHAPTER SIX - TIGRESS CAGED
CHAPTER SEVEN - HOPELESS AND HELPLESS
CHAPTER EIGHT - ECSTASY IN ROPE
 
 

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Bondage and Love

Lauren Lawrence

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE - THE PAINLESS KIDNAP

CHAPTER TWO – CAPTIVITY

CHAPTER THREE - THE YOKE'S ON ME

CHAPTER FOUR - MALE VENOM

CHAPTER FIVE - THE FEMALE GLOAT

CHAPTER SIX - TIGRESS CAGED

CHAPTER SEVEN - HOPELESS AND HELPLESS

CHAPTER EIGHT - ECSTASY IN ROPE

CHAPTER ONE - THE PAINLESS KIDNAP

"All right, all right, you rum bastards. I'll stand still and listen to your nonsense. I promise I won't fight any more."

It had gained me a reprieve. Two victorious males stood back to allow me to rub chaffed wrists and rearrange myself as best I could without a mirror. The pain of the stupid fight told me I was in trouble. Rick and Jim were laughing but I was not. I was resolving to say nothing obvious like, "Unlock that door and let me out." Or maybe, "Don't you dare touch me like that again." But this left me nothing to say. I waited in tense silence.

"You slapped far too many faces and broken too many dates, Lana, my sweet. To say nothing of all your other haughty bitchiness. You're a prime subject for reform school," Jim informed me evenly.

"So we're going to send you to prison, darling," said Rick with obvious relish. ,, "Talk sense, I'm a big girl now."

Neither spoke but Rick opened the door to give entry to a woman, a woman who might have been thirty-eight or forty, pleasant features molded into severity, a Junoesque figure radiating power. In a pleasantly modulated voice she said, "My name is Hildegard Neff, Miss Liston. I'm your escort on the journey you're about to make."

It was getting worse. It had to be a joke! The boys had been kicking around in my life for years and this woman acted as if we were old friends. The whole thing was like a game in which we took turns in moving tokens. "I am not taking a journey," I said firmly.

"Yes you are. Miss Liston." The Neff woman turned to the men suppose to be my friends.

"Is she likely to struggle?" she said as if inquiring of the weather.

"Ask her yourself, Miss Neff. Our haughty babe is finding this difficult to handle."

"No, I'm not!" I flashed back. "I'm simply refusing to play a ridiculous game." I glared at the Neff woman. "What is it you want?"

She was rummaging in a sizeable handbag. "Just to place your hands together behind your back, Miss Liston, and then to stand still."

The request had a fictional note to it, a cliche with which the heroines of romance must frequently cope with. "I shall do nothing of the sort. Good-bye."

Rick closed the door and locked it. Jim gave me an amiable smile. The woman stood, awaiting events.

"If you don't open that door and let me out, I shall scream. And I shall keep on screaming until you do."

Jim's amusement became vocal, "An excellent idea, Lana, my sweet. Scream your head off, get it out of your system. We don't mind waiting."

I did not scream. Two men and a woman waited in polite expectancy while I realized I would be making a fool of myself, no one could possibly hear. I wished I could cease being civilized and behave like a wild animal, fighting and biting and screaming. Being civilized made me so damned impotent that any scream I might have managed would be of pure frustration. I looked at the two men, two friends I liked a lot and might like again. I knew there was something under way I did not understand. But anyway I looked at it I was totally unwilling to meekly offer myself to be bound. I shrugged disgustedly and backed against the wall.