Her Guardianship: Taboo BDSM Erotica E-Book

Susan Doku

• Herausgeber: Taboo Pulp Press
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

"We've been looking at each other long enough," he said charmingly. "It's time we did something about it." His smile enveloped me in a strange new warmth. "Since-I first saw you I'm been impelled by the damnedest compulsion to whip your bottom."

That was my introduction to Quinlan Robins.

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Table of Contents:

CHAPTER ONE - The Riding Crop. 1
CHAPTER TWO - The Whip. 17
CHAPTER THREE – Female. 31
CHAPTER FOUR - Painful Pleasures. 47
CHAPTER FIVE - Perennial Prisoner 61
CHAPTER SIX - Candice's Dilemma. 82
CHAPTER SEVEN - Wire and Chain and Change. 100
CHAPTER EIGHT - Maiden Skin. 116
CHAPTER NINE - Wealed Joy. 130
CHAPTER TEN - The Links of Longing. 147
CHAPTER ELEVEN - Irons Unsought 161
CHAPTER TWELVE – Slave. 179
 

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Her Guardianship

Susan Doku

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE - The Riding Crop

CHAPTER TWO - The Whip

CHAPTER THREE – Female

CHAPTER FOUR - Painful Pleasures

CHAPTER FIVE - Perennial Prisoner

CHAPTER SIX - Candice's Dilemma

CHAPTER SEVEN - Wire and Chain and Change

CHAPTER EIGHT - Maiden Skin

CHAPTER NINE - Wealed Joy

CHAPTER TEN - The Links of Longing

CHAPTER ELEVEN - Irons Unsought

CHAPTER TWELVE – Slave

CHAPTER ONE - The Riding Crop

"We've been looking at each other long enough," he said charmingly. "It's time we did something about it." His smile enveloped me in a strange new warmth. "Since-I first saw you I'm been impelled by the damnedest compulsion to whip your bottom."

That was my introduction to Quinlan Robins.

It seemed natural he should be there the following day. He had done most of the talking and picked up with consummate ease where he had left off the previous day. I knew he was deliberately trying to please me by being cleverly amusing. When he suggested we dine that evening and then go to bed together at his apartment, it was all very much of a pattern, a pattern I did not wish to break.

I allowed his statement about the whipping of my bottom to go unchallenged. No doubt it was a clever approach to any girl and sufficiently outrageous to arouse curiosity. But I refused to be tempted, if Quinlan Robins wanted to toss such remarks into the wind he could pick them up himself, I was not going to do it for him. I acted as though the words had not been said, but they would not leave my mind, they were an intriguing presence all the time we were together and for the rest of the time while I was at work. It was an approach no man had ever used on me, why shouldn't I be intrigued. Quinlan knew damned well I was withholding comment and, very cleverly, he did the same. In his planned seduction he knew all the tricks.

Quinlan Robins was housed as expensively as he was dressed. I had no idea where he made his money and did not care. I enter his tower apartment in the full knowledge I would pay the usual price for male admiration. I wanted to, I had no qualms. His lovemaking was on a par with all the rest, exactly and perfectly right. He led me into a roseate world of wonder and brought me back again all in one piece, albeit breathless, sweating and adoring every inch of his virility. He had a delightful body and was immensely strong. I could tell his was accustomed with naked girls by his familiarity with every secret corner I possessed. With Quinlan Robins, girls withheld no treasure, he used me to the full. It was in the damp, sweet pungency of aftermath I drowsily popped the question.

"Quin, what did you that first time, that thing about whipping my bottom?"

"Oh, that." His chuckle told me my voice had sounded scared. "When would you like it? Do the thing right, you know. Nothing casual about whipping a girl's bottom."

"It's a ploy, isn't it? You use it to get us interested and the first thing we know we're in bed with you."

"Not really, although I admit it's a good one. No, I'm deadly serious, I want to whip your bottom."