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Tethered by Lizbeth Dusseau
Erotice Romance. When the streetwise Franny begs Jack Brando to “tie me up and make love,” little does she realize what erotic thrills await her at the hands of this master of the sexual arts – and little does she know what prices she’ll pay to bring this dominant out of retirement. The further these two venture into the underworld of her tethered desires, the more Jack demands until it’s unclear whether the sometimes savvy, sometimes innocent young woman has the courage to realize the deep satisfaction and release that her bound captivity promises.
The steamy sensuality between the two cannot be ignored, and neither can the power of their mutual needs. As they explore the frightening shadows of Franny’s sexual lust, they find a love they never expected.
This stunning sexual fantasy includes breathtaking bondage scenes, discipline, spanking, exhibitionism, anal sex and female bisexuality.
Before she realized what was happening, Jack had hold of her hands, slipping a rope over her wrists. With swift maneuvers, the two were quickly bound fast together so she couldn’t move them.
Then, the wicked rush began. He was giving her fantasy in reality, so real and out of her dreams, she thought she might turn to jelly on the spot.
However, the action hardly followed according to plan, when he pushed her against the kitchen table, and another cold chill made her shudder. She had thoughts of being bound to a bed, and this was nothing like her imagination. Pulling her tied wrists out in front of her, Jack attached them to another rope, which coming down on the opposite side of the table, fastened to some unseen thing. Stretched taut, her torso immovable, her bottom was poised for what she suspected was another punishment. Maybe reality didn’t need to match her fantasies. The way her body was jerking crazily inside just from being bound and immobile, it didn’t seem to matter what form the bondage took.
The belt followed as ruthlessly as it had hours before, though Franny found the punishment more methodical, and less angry this time, as he laid the smacks against her cheeks. And for reasons eluding her, she wasn’t shrieking this time. It hurt, though there was a warm, steadily rising heat, and she was rubbing her cunt at the edge of the table on the metal plate, and groaning as if she was about to orgasm. She was still a long way off from a finish; but she could sense the satisfaction brewing somewhere deep, in a longing place where flesh and other worlds collide, a place her body rarely found.
Just when she thought she might find her peak however, the belt cut against her harder, so she was beyond pleasure, and into punishment alone. She shrieked loudly and danced her feet, as if that might prevent the horrid pain from taking over. Though her gyrations hardly helped. Surrender was her only choice.