#WIPIT UP Wednesday with Melody Parks – Handcuffed to the Bed! #BDSM

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Hello Wipsters and happy holidays! Yes we’re wrapping up WIPIT with a special Chrimbo edition… and how better to celebrate than with HANDCUFFS. Ooh I love handcuffs. All that shiny steel and chrome… so much fun 😉

Anyway, good news – Desiring Death has been shipped across to ChimeraBooks and as soon as I have a release date, you’ll be the first to know.

I’d also like to take this opportunity to thank my fabulous Beta Readers, Robin and Liz, for giving it a good and thorough dusting and pointing out my numerous errors to me. All your feedback is very much appreciated and, basically, you’re amazing. Thank you so very much! 🙂

OK, here we go with today’s excerpt…

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Bedtime Story

‘Tomorrow is Sunday,’ he murmured. ‘We will begin with a late breakfast, followed by a thorough and most intimate bed-bath and finally we might see about divesting you of your virginity once and for all. It will be the first step in ensuring you are a huntress no more. I am thoroughly looking forward to feeding you, princess. Finding out all your likes and dislikes, and exploiting them where I can.’ His lips brushed ever so gently over her sensitised flesh and it was maddening in the extreme. Violetta didn’t want to a listen to a word that escaped his lips, but nor could she avoid them.

‘You will be wholly reliant on me and utterly helpless for the entire week. Feeding, bathing, toileting, care – all this will be in my power to give or withhold, as I see fit. It’s going to be an interesting experiment, isn’t it? My huntress will now experience what it feels like to be the victim, knowing that nothing but death will await her at every corner. Death and the near, but oh so far, flickering glow of pleasure. Come Monday, we’ll focus on sucking. We can start on ice-lollipops, before moving on to bigger and better things.’ He grinned at her from between the inverted ‘V’ of her legs before letting his breath tickle her sex. Soft, little puffs of air that would do little more than drive her insane. He watched her try to squirm, and to give the girl her dues, she made impressive use of what little leverage she had been given. Twisting this way and that, she managed to avoid his teasing technique by working her hips up and down, although it cost her dearly. She had precious little energy left, and as he needed her to conserve it for the next few minutes, he took care of the problem. The steel cuffs floated up from their resting places around the carved rungs of the old oak bed and obediently released their ratchets. Glinting in the beautiful ochre candlelight they danced to attention and waited to do as he bid.

‘No, no, no,’ she moaned, at a loss as to where to look.

‘Are you enjoying your bedtime story, cherie?’ The cold steel of the handcuffs pressed at each ankle and wrist and awaited his command. They hovered patiently and thrash as she might, she could not avoid them. His tongue traced a long, straight line over her sex and he watched her shudder. ‘Can you hold still for me, princess? If you can, we might not need the cuffs…’

Martinet knew, without a single doubt, that she would not be able to accomplish the deed. No woman had ever stayed still under his tongue and Miss Cancellaro was not about to be the first. He suckled at her labia, probed her wet entrance with his tongue and palpated her clit with the softest, but most deadliest of pointed flicks. Then he attacked. Using every method known in the book, he sucked, grazed, slurped, drank and swallowed. The woman was all over the place. He pulled his head up, seeing his reflection in her mind’s eye, his features moving strangely in the ambient light as her head swam with sensation. ‘The cuffs it is,’ he murmured.

There was a sharp click of steel upon steel and then a whir of metal teeth as the handcuffs fastened themselves tightly around every limb. Her eyes burst forth in shock as she felt their cold pressure and he revelled in the look of fear that marred her features. Rope she thought she could deal with. Unyielding metal was different. It only lasted an instant, and she was quick to recover her wits, but it was gratifying nonetheless.

‘You’re inside my head. This isn’t real,’ she said angrily.

He merely smiled in return. There was a shower of fiery, incandescent sparks and suddenly a molten line of letters were embedded into each cuff in turn. She shrieked out loud as she saw ‘Property of M. Martinet’ emblazoned on both the upper and lower curves of her restraints. ‘It’s real enough, pumpkin. You can think of this as the dress rehearsal, in any case. We’ll replay the whole thing through properly tomorrow.’ He gave her a wink and his tongue descended once more.

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5 thoughts on “#WIPIT UP Wednesday with Melody Parks – Handcuffed to the Bed! #BDSM

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  2. I’m doing my little happy dance here this morning, Christina. Christ Almighty, Martinet is f-ing HOT! Light a fire under your publishers rear and tell them to hurry up with the release date.
    I’m so jealous of Vi… Grrr… a whole week with this sexy, sophisticated, devious devil of man would be the best Christmas present ever.
    Happy Holidays ⛄

  3. Oh, I enjoyed MY bedtime story! My God, who wouldn’t need the cuffs! LOL! You know how much I love these two and can’t wait to read this tale in its entirety! Please keep us posted on the release date … and happy, happy holidays, Christina! 🙂

  4. Okay… you had me at ‘handcuffed to the bed’, then you had to push it by sucking, grazing, slurping, drinking and swallowing. Dang! That got me hot and bothered. NICE! Merry belated Christmas to moi 🙂

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