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TAMING BRYANA

Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-339-5

Length: 9 PDF pages / 3,097 words

Genre: Lesbian Lit / BDSM
loveyoudivine Category: FemErotica

Rating: Shooting Star

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Blurb: 

Could Bryana place her trust in a total stranger?

A need for sexual satisfaction drove her to forget all the rules and submit to Cassie, the mistress of this dungeon of dark desires.

Returning from a fashion shoot in a remote area of Scotland, femme photographer Bryana Austin loses control of her Jaguar and crashes into a peat bog. Cold, wet, and hungry, she faces spending a night in the open until Cassie Stuart rides out of the swirling mist to her rescue with the offer of a hot bath, food, and a bed for the night.

However, when Bryana steps inside Auchtercairn, Cassie’s seventeenth-century castle, she quickly discovers that there’s much more to this sexy, rugged, butch than meets the eye. They share a common interest: a mutual love of bondage. And this discovery leads her to risk everything for one night of erotic pleasure at the hands of Cassie.

 

Excerpt:

I shivered despite the warmth coming from the radiators; something about the modernity of all this equipment didn’t fit in with a late-seventeenth-century castle. On closer inspection, I saw that the mirrored wall was, in fact, a pair of sliding doors.

Did they lead to another room?

The temptation to take a peek behind the mirror was overwhelming. I felt a bit like Alice in Wonderland faced with a button that read “push me.” I placed one finger on the button, and the doors immediately slid apart with no more than a whisper.

Certain I was dreaming, I stepped into my fantasy world: a windowless cavern which, I guessed by the curve of the gray-stone walls, must form part of the tower. In the light from electric candles that flickered almost as eerily as the real thing, I drooled over the array of restraints which hung from the walls, each separated by filmy, red-silk drapes. A spanking stool and a swing stood ready for use in the middle of the room, a St. Andrews Cross set into an alcove to one side, and, the pièce de résistance, a black wrought-iron, four-poster bed dressed in red and black silk on a dais at the far end.

Oh joy! I could hardly believe my luck stumbling into this pleasure palace. My pussy clenched as my imagination ran riot with various erotic scenarios; with the right mistress to exact punishment, this discovery could lead to a whole lot of fun. Hold it. The sensible part of my brain took over.

What was all this stuff doing in a remote Scottish castle?
Who apart from Cassie Stuart lives and plays here?
I fingered one of the spaghetti-string floggers lined up on the table with a host of whips, masks, and other…
“Ah, I see you discovered my playroom.”

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