The Brat's Torment: Extreme Taboo BDSM Erotica E-Book

Lazarus Orlando

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

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

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He looked up into her eyes...

What did he want to see there, she wondered. Pain. Fear. Was that what he sought to invoke in her mind?

She said nothing. She watched, that was all. She cleared her mind of all thoughts, for that was one of the techniques... among others that she had learned.

He unclasped the cups of her bra now. He let the lacey material fall to either side of her taut, perfectly formed body. As he slid the straps down over her shoulders, she felt suddenly vulnerable, exposed... frightened.

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The Brat's Torment

Lazarus Orlando

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ONE

He looked up into her eyes...

What did he want to see there, she wondered. Pain. Fear. Was that what he sought to invoke in her mind?

She said nothing. She watched, that was all. She cleared her mind of all thoughts, for that was one of the techniques... among others that she had learned.

He unclasped the cups of her bra now. He let the lacey material fall to either side of her taut, perfectly formed body. As he slid the straps down over her shoulders, she felt suddenly vulnerable, exposed... frightened.

But she wouldn't show it... she would make certain that he saw nothing but the ice glacier that he expected. The calm, totally controlled woman with whom he was exploring he outer reaches of love... and lust.

"I told you that I had a surprise for you," he said to her.

She remained silent. He would get to the point, soon. There was no need to speak.

He let his eyes roam up her body. The soft surface of her skin glistened, for she was still damp from the shower.

He, of course, had bathed her. He had rubbed oils over her skin, he had washed her, he had dried her.