THE TIES THAT BIND – Now Available for PRE-RELEASE on #AMAZON! #BDSM

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The Ties That Bind is now up for Pre-Release purchase on Amazon!

The actual release date is set for the 14th September 🙂

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Blurb:

Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff’s terms for his daughter’s release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal’s sanity depends upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of the Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one.

Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world’s top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity.

Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond.

Escape for Jenny is beginning to seem like an impossible dream…

Excerpt

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Soft groans of torment could be heard from inside the queen-sized bed. Arms thrashed wildly upon the heavily starched white sheets and legs flailed about helplessly, but whether the occupant was having a dream or a nightmare was uncertain. Dark, chestnut hair spilled out in all directions, unkempt and tangled from a fitful night’s sleep, and tempting, naked patches of tanned flesh frequently spilled from its generous confines.

From behind his screen on the observation deck, Vince grabbed his bowl of cornflakes, dug his spoon in deep and decided that even at the ridiculous hour of five am, he loved his job. There were many perks to being a security officer at the Sandringham Apartments. You got a comfy leather chair, twenty-six days annual paid holiday and as much tea and coffee as you could handle. You also got paid to watch some of the most beautiful women on the planet earth in all states of undress, quite legally, and for as many hours as you could handle. All he had to do was make sure none of them had any fun. His orders from the top were few. The women were allowed no unauthorised visitors, but more importantly, they were not permitted to orgasm. It was his job to review the security footage of the building on a daily basis, and report back any infringements of the rules to his boss. Unfortunately for him, his life had been very boring as of late. The girls could all have been auditioning for the role of Mary Poppins, because every single damn one of them toed the line to the letter. No masturbation, period. Not in the bathtub, not in the shower, not sneakily under the covers in the bedroom and not even hiding behind the sofa. They filed and painted their nails, they primped their hair, they trimmed and plucked, pouted and painted themselves in all kinds of make-up, but they never had any fun on his watch. This was all very well, but he signed up for this gig to watch women orgasm. He got a hefty bonus if he caught one of the girls playing the disappearing finger trick. Four months had gone by with nada to report. Nothing, zilch, zero and zip. Either he was going blind, or these girls were giving the late departed Mother Teresa a run for her money. It wasn’t that he needed the money. Zystrom paid him well enough without bonuses, but a little entertainment every now and again wouldn’t go amiss. So when he caught the merest hint of under-the-cover duvet action, he nearly fell off his chair.

Staring at Miss Morreau intently, Vince ascertained that her hands were moving underneath the sheets, and, well, wasn’t that a turn up for the books? Giving a little muttered, ‘Way-hay,’ he got his face up close and personal with his eighteen-inch monitor. Too close, as it happened, because his breath fogged up the glass. Backing away a touch, he felt his jaw drop open. Miss Morreau’s sheets had just slithered to the ground and both her hands were firmly between her legs. “Yes, yes, yes,” he hissed through his breath. His day had just taken on a rosy hue.

Marianna was simultaneously having the best and worst dream of her life. Reliving the events of Wednesday night, one moment she was awake and tearing at the sheets, and in the next she was thrashing about in the throes of sleep. Everything was coming back to her with startling clarity.

She was dressed in a teal outfit of see-through, diamond-shaped netting that displayed all of her assets in their entirety, every time she made a move. She was not wearing a shred of underwear. Breasts, nipples and a pair of reddened ass checks were on prominent display to any and all that cared to watch. As to her hands, they were fastened behind her back in a box-tie held tight by a leather thong, and her lips found themselves clutching a bright-red ball gag. If that wasn’t bad enough, someone had attached a clear Perspex tray to her abdomen, anchored upright by two clamps on the outer edge that were attached to her nipples by long silver chains. This meant any weight placed on the tray was borne by her poor, tender teats alone. Add nine small ceramic jugs of sake to the tray, and the result was a walking disaster precariously perched upon five-inch stilettos.

In her dream the floor moved in beautiful shades of turquoise green, interspersed with shoals of goldfish and bubbles. Unfortunately, walking in high heels on a constantly moving floor made her horribly dizzy. The nine flasks of warm, Japanese wine she carried on her tray were also excruciatingly heavy, and whilst the pain brought sobs to her throat, it also sent lightning bolts of desire straight through her. Her predicament was the sweetest of torments one moment and the most all-consuming agony the next. It was no wonder her feet were almost jogging forward, in her eagerness to be rid of her heavy load.

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Wednesday Evening 10pm – Atlantisse Bar, London

Approaching the table, she lowered her limbs gracefully, so that her tray was at a comfortable level for the seated patrons to grasp their beverages. She had been taught well and her years of schooling were beginning to come back to her. Fight through the pain, lock it away and let the endorphins take over. As long as she kept moving, everything would be OK. If she stood still for too long, she would end up screaming. The gentleman to her left must have guessed at her pain tolerance, for he gave her a sympathetic wink and quickly whisked his drink away. Marianna would have given him a smile of gratitude, but her gag made that impossible. She dipped her eyes by way of thanks and hoped he understood. Another jug was removed, a hand crept up the inside of her thigh and two fingers tickled her sex. They fluttered along her clitoris as lightly as a butterfly, and flew away just as quickly. A hand then slapped her ass and told her to hurry up along the line before the wine cooled. She shot up with a yelp, watched in horror as seven jugs wobbled around dangerously, and breathed a sigh of relief as they settled. She didn’t want to think what might happen if she dropped them. The men and women in this room would have punishments in store for errant behaviour the likes of which were unimaginable. Marianna did not want to be at their mercy if she could possibly avoid it.

Squaring her shoulders and lifting her head, she felt her chestnut hair sweep gently around her chin. Damn Dev and Stephen for pulling her neat chignon to pieces. She hated wearing her hair down when in a submissive role. It was part of her body armour, the harsh lines of an up-do gave off a regal, don’t-touch-me air and that had all been lost in an instant. Marianna was positive she now looked like a walking billboard for a brothel, and there would be no need for flashing red lights. Her eyes were drowning in desire.

Two more flasks left her tray in fairly short order, but they came at a high price. One hand grasped at her right ass cheek and squeezed tightly, whilst a single finger circled the tight little nub of her left nipple and that light touch was the cruellest of whispers across her skin. She almost screamed behind her gag. Then she lost count of the damn flasks. There were hands all over her, fisting themselves in her hair, tugging at her dress, squeezing her breasts and pulling at her teats. The sensory overload was almost crippling to one who had been denied any kind of stimulation for so long. Her body responded by arching itself into their hands, and begging for more of the same.

In short order, two men had bent her low over the long, glass banquet table and, after spreading her legs as wide as they could possibly go, had sat down on either side of her and let their fingers have free rein. Both men were tall, well-built, stocky fellows and there was no way she was going to mess with either of them. She kept her eyes forward and her head lowered.

Taking a firm hold of the soft waves of silky hair at the base of her neck, one of the men twisted her face sideways upon the table so she was forced to look at him. Well, she was looking at the middle of a very elegant, tailored dinner jacket, in any case. “I’m Raynor,” said the first, introducing himself. His accent had a Germanic twinge and she would have placed him as Dutch. “My partner in crime over there is Huss, and he likes ass play, so I’d brace yourself if I were you. He’s going to stretch both of your tight little holes until you can’t remember which day of the week it is, and after he’s done that, he’s going to see if he can completely wreck your calendar with his multiple orgasm technique. How many was it last time, Huss?”

Huss, who was currently working over her clit with fingers that were far too dextrous and skilled, made a grunt from behind her. There was a pause as he decided upon his answer. Marianna mewled pitifully as his fingers stopped in mid-flow. “I think maybe four, but it could be five. I lose count when I get excited.” His fingers then continued on their beautiful journey, graduating from the lightest of touches to a modest spiral.

“She’s breathing quite heavily, Huss. I’d say you’re on the right track, old chap.”

If Marianna had been able to speak, she’d have agreed with Raynor. Huss had very talented fingers and if he kept up the twirling pace he had set, she would be screaming in less than… goddamn. Raynor pressed his hand firmly into the small of her back as if he’d known what was about to happen, and then her body started to buck and tremble. She began dribbling and screaming the place down.

“Thank god this one’s been gagged, Huss. How come you’re so good at this shit, anyway?”

It could have been Marianna’s imagination, but Raynor sounded slightly miffed.

“I press buttons for a living,” replied Huss. In response to that little gem, Raynor lowered his face to the table, caught Marianna’s eye and raised his eyebrows. “He always says that, but I don’t believe him, do you?” Marianna just stared back at him helplessly, especially since Huss had decided that her body did not need a rest and his fingers continued on their immediate quest for climax number two. Raynor continued, “If he was just good with his fingers, I might believe him, but you haven’t seen what he can do with his tongue.” He smiled. Marianna tried to smile back with her eyes, but it was a difficult thing to master with your lips viciously strained around a bright red ball.

When Huss inserted a long, thick finger inside her pussy and began pumping it back and forth, she was lost and her eyes fluttered closed. Raynor didn’t care much for that and he kissed them gently open again, whilst his hand in her hair tugged slowly, tilting her head back. “Uh, uh, uh,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m a watcher. I love to watch women when they come, so you’re not allowed to close your eyes for me baby, or I’ll have to spank that delicious ass of yours. He palmed her bare ass and scraped his fingernails along her right cheek. Smiling as she squawked around her gag, he nodded slowly. “Been a naughty girl, have we?” Running the other hand through his long, platinum blond hair, he appeared to consider the matter. “Tell you what, as it appears it’s already had a good going over today, I’ll let you off just this once, but you close those glittering green emeralds again and I’m going to find a crop. You don’t want me to do that, baby, do you?” Marianna tried to shake her head, but his grip on her hair was fierce. “No, I didn’t think so.” The look in his eyes was flinty and hard. It screamed ‘do not mess with me,’ and, oh boy, Marianna was not about to. “Now you look at me and focus, because I want to watch every time Huss manages to hit gold before the dessert course is served.” To emphasise his point he used the middle and index finger of his right hand in a ‘V’ which he pointed at her eyes and then swiftly moved them across to his. Marianna nodded emphatically. The message had been received loud and clear.

Huss currently had two fingers plunging inside her and Marianna felt her body jolt with each long thrust of his hand. With the other he continued to manipulate her clit with consummate ease. She could only wonder at what kind of buttons the guy pressed in his favoured career. Perhaps he designed video games, or there was always the possibility that he dropped neutron bombs, but whichever it was, he’d gotten in plenty of practice over the years. His fingers were as explosive as dynamite, and just as deadly. As the thought bloomed in her head, it took a mere two seconds for her body to process it before it decided to blast into orbit itself, because a third finger had begun squeezing its way into the tight confines of her nether regions and the exquisitely full feeling his fingers produced made her claw at the table, almost panicked at the second ride she would have to endure in such quick succession.

With her body bucking and shaking uncontrollably, she found it almost impossible to look at Raynor, but did her utmost to keep her eyes from ramming themselves shut, all too aware of his dark grey eyes boring down upon her. Trying to ignore the soft little flicks of Huss’ fingernails against her sensitive clit, she whimpered madly against the soft rubber ball in her jaw and felt the sides of her lips chewing at the leather straps. Her eyes were nearly rolling in her head. She couldn’t take much more of this. It was nearly impossible to keep her eyes open during orgasm, she could literally feel her eyeballs bulging out of her head, but somehow she managed it. “That’s it baby, show me those glorious eyes. Enjoy riding those fingers, slut, because each subsequent orgasm is going to get more and more painful until you’re sure you can’t stand the thought of another. Raynor hoisted his body up on the table, and picked up a lock of her hair, twirling it in his fingers. He then pulled the strands upwards and she was forced to follow his eyes. “But you’ll take everything that Huss can dish out, won’t you, slut? You wouldn’t want either of us to have to complain to your owner, would you?”

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Marianna’s hips were swishing left and right with a mind of their own and they had an objective: avoid the terrible fingers at all costs. Huss was obviously wise to this game because his hand stayed stuck to her clit like a leech and no amount of movement on her part was going to shift him. Her sex was becoming sore to the slightest touch, throbbing and pleading to be released, and her eyes were beginning to water. The worst part of the ordeal was that her ‘watcher’ missed nothing. “Feeling slightly sensitive are we? Do you need a little pain to take your mind off some pressing concerns? He raised his eyebrows at her and waited for a response. Marianna just stared at him for several long seconds. She couldn’t have articulated words at this moment in time even had she not been gagged, and thinking was proving exceptionally difficult, too. Her body was screaming. Her mind wasn’t far behind. Finally she managed to nod her head, not really sure whether she wanted pain or not, but thinking it might be a better alternative than withstanding another round of Huss’ fingers inside her, relentlessly pulsating and pushing without pause. She then nodded vigorously. Any distraction from her pounding sex would be most welcome.

“Mistress Faith, we have need of your talents,” called Raynor, although his eyes did not leave Marianna’s for a moment. Apparently they did not need to, for a seductive, throaty voice called out, “Flogger, paddle or crop?”

Raynor gave Marianna a saucy grin. “Which one would you prefer, slut?” He let his finger trace a soft path over her swollen, crimson lips, and smiled when she made insensible noises at him. Grinning wickedly he raised himself up and spoke over her head. “She can’t decide, Faith, so you’d better give her a taste of all three.” Marianna made louder noises, but Raynor effectively muffled them. He’d had decided that he liked the taste of her sparkling vanilla lip gloss very much and the substance was going to be his, every last drop of it.

As half of her face was being sucked off around the limiting confines of the ball gag, she lost concentration for a minute and tried to close her legs, anything to stop the relentless fingers of the gentleman behind her. A sharp slap of a hand on her buttocks startled her and her body shot upright, the plastic tray at her waist dragging painfully at her nipples. Then Raynor’s hand pushed her back into the cool glass of the table top.

“You must not close your legs at any time,” he said, shaking his head slowly and wagging his finger at her, “or I will be forced to find the widest spreader bar available in which to tether your ankles apart. Do I make myself clear?” Marianna looked up at him pleadingly, the pressure on her extremely sensitive clit nearly unbearable. Whilst she did not want her legs restrained, knowing that the bar would give Huss even greater access to her sex, she didn’t know how much longer she could stand the pressure of his fingers without going mad. It wouldn’t be too much longer, she suspected.

Straining her legs wide and concentrating on keeping both eyes peeled on Raynor’s, she felt her thighs begin to tremble violently. Was it possible she was going to have her third climax in less than five minutes? The abrupt thud of the flogger upon her shoulder blades brought her back to the land of living. She sent up a silent prayer of thanks. There was a chuckle from behind her. “Mistress Faith at your service. I’m going to slowly work over that delightful body of yours until everywhere looks just as red as your ass. You’re going to remember me for the next few days, every single time you move.” The flogger thudded down again as if to emphasise the point, and it did so with quite a bite. Whilst Huss’ fingers did not stop in their detailed exploration of her clit, the sensitivity had lessened somewhat and her trembling ceased.

“Huss, you’ve got your work cut out for you now,” grinned Raynor, and he gave his companion a cheeky wink.

Huss snorted in response and pulled his fingers from Marianna’s gaping pussy, proceeding to take them a little higher up into the valley of her ass. “I haven’t even started yet,” he grunted. The fingers swirled their moisture around Marianna’s tight little hole and pressed for entry. There was another grunt. “She’s tight, this one.”

“So are you, Huss. You’ve yet to buy me a drink, asshole.” Raynor raised his glass of Boërl & Kroff, which was finished bar one last sip, and gave his friend a grin.

“Speaking of assholes…”

Marianna could feel the warm breath of Huss’ mouth on her backside, and then the soft pressure of his hands as he sought to prize her ass cheeks apart. Her breathing quickened exponentially. The flogger thudded down, confusing her thoughts, but it was lighting up nerve endings everywhere it touched. The pressure on her backside increased. As the mountainous valley were slowly parted, she couldn’t help but hold her breath, anxious to know what the man was going to try next. On the one hand, she was grateful that the pressure on her clit had stopped, but on the other, it appeared that things were quickly going from bad to worse because a long tongue had sneaked out and had just begun weaving a circular path around her sphincter. Raynor’s fingers then replaced those of Huss,’ and they were nearly as talented. When a tongue dived in and began circling her rear entrance, Marianna banged her face down on the table repeatedly in horror, her gag saving her from too much damage, but the message was clear. She was now launching herself into orgasm number three and it was so painful, that her scream was clearly heard even though her mouth was firmly plugged.

“Faith, we have a disobedient little pet, here. One who can’t obey simple orders. Dispense with the flogger and bring out the crop, would you, dear?” Raynor curled a finger under Marianna’s chin and tapped her nose in a warning gesture. “Now you’ve displeased me and I intend to make sure that you don’t repeat the same mistake again. He yanked her upright by a hand in her hair. She moaned in protest, but it fell on deaf ears. Huss also complained as his fingers lost their tight purchase on her ass, but he too was ignored. “You will keep your eyes on me or suffer the consequences,” said Raynor.

The blond stranger stared at her for what could have been a minute, maybe more, before he finally made a move. He released one of the clamps from her nipple tray. There was a second of silence before Marianna went berserk, howling, whimpering and struggling madly to free her arms from the firm restraints they had been placed in. It was an instinctive reaction and she should have been able to control it, the trouble was it had been such a long time ago since she felt such intense pain that she didn’t know what to do with it for a minute.

“Silence!” The loud, resonant tones of Raynor’s voice managed to still her body into instant submission, before Mistress Faith’s leather crop sneaked slowly up between her breasts to gently rub its tip against her throbbing nipple, immediately freezing the air in her chest. She held herself so tightly she found she couldn’t suck the precious substance into her body or exhale it. With her eyes shrinking back inside her head, she remained as still as a statue and found herself twice as cold.

Satisfied that she had managed to get herself under control, Raynor smiled. “You will obey me, or there will be consequences, severe consequences. Between the three of us, we intend to make sure that you come at least five or six times. There is, of course, a reason for this.” Raynor straightened his black bow-tie, unnecessarily, and brought his fingers to his lips, making a grand show of sucking them. His fingers lingered inside his mouth, as if he was a connoisseur of the female essence, and though his eyes were inscrutable at first, gradually he appeared pleased. This she gathered from the slowly forming smile that began to transform his features.

“You taste delightful. So wet, so hungry, so needy.” Raynor’s emphasis on the world ‘needy’ was not lost on her. “We mean to see that you are fully sated before you go back to your Master and more to the point, we intend to make sure that you will be of little use to him on your return. Huss, my dear friend, is going to make sure your clit is so sensitive that it will be impossible for you to have any further fun this evening. All you have to do is stand there and take whatever we give you until I have decided that we have indeed wrung you dry and no more orgasms will be forthcoming from that lovely body of yours. Do you understand me?” He tilted his neck to the side and looked at her thoughtfully.

Marianna’s eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets with that awful revelation. Alas, she obviously didn’t bob her head quick enough because the crop flew backwards and there was an awful second of mesmerising shock before the tip connected with a sharp thwack on her engorged and throbbing teat. This time, her eyes did burst out of her head and the accompanying noise that she made was quite impressive.

“Do you understand me?” The repeated comment had her nodding her head up and down furiously. “Good. I’m glad we’ve got that out of the way. Huss, you may continue where you left off.” Raynor indicated with a swipe of his finger that his friend could once again get up close and personal with her derriere.

“I’m going to use fingers this time, so you’ll feel something a little wet and cold on your ass at first, but I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

That was what Marianna was afraid of. Three orgasms down and her body was of a wobblier consistency than a jellyfish in a tsunami. When Huss began to smear a generous helping of what she assumed what lubricant around her sphincter, Marianna nearly lost it. She’d just had the multiple orgasm session from hell and it appeared that it wasn’t about to end anytime soon. Working in the fluid with deft little slides of his fingers, Huss burrowed his face in her sex and began a very gentle series of lapping strokes. It was agonising in the extreme. The urge to close her legs and squeeze them tightly shut was uppermost in her mind, for her clit was now so highly sensitised that even the lightest touch was painful. It was only the presence of Mistress Faith with her crop hovering in mid-air and the knowledge that Raynor would wreak vengeance upon her for the slightest infraction, that kept her eyes forward and her legs wide open. Her ordeal would have to be over soon, wouldn’t it? Surely there would come a point of no return? Alas, they were not yet at that point, and Huss’ talented tongue and fingers were probing in all the right places and with just the right amount of pressure. The lubricant had now warmed up nicely and a single finger had slowly worked its way into her ass, maddeningly wandering back and forth.

“Do you like that, slut?” Raynor didn’t miss a thing. The heat in Marianna’s eyes had just doubled and her eyes had taken on a dreamy expression. As she nodded her head in an almost euphoric state of bliss, she absently wondered how mad Matthews was going to be, when he realised she had been wrung out to dry. Then again, maybe he wouldn’t care. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t deliver the goods, she just wouldn’t be yelling the place down. When two fingers replaced one in her ass, she almost swooned with pleasure.

“You do like that, huh? Keep that up, Huss, but a little harder and a little faster. We’ll have her exactly where we want in no time.” Marianna drowned in the pale grey of Raynor’s eyes. Her focus was all over the place, her clit had a damn pulse all of its own and her body was on the orgasm train to heaven again, God help her. I can’t do this, she thought helplessly, I can’t come again… But Huss’ tongue on her clit and his fingers thrusting away powerfully in her ass had her undone, tied up in knots, inside out and back to front. She didn’t know which way was up. She’d given up trying to breathe and her eyes were rolling in her head as orgasm number four smacked her upside the head and into next year.

Oh, oh, oh, oh… That was the only word her brain could manage to whisper and it repeated itself over and over. Climax number four had proved to be the strongest of them all. When she finally rode the last waves of her crested cloud, joy quickly turned to despair. The tongue was greedily lapping up all of her ejaculate, and she could she feel her thighs sticky with the stuff, but she knew her respite would not be a long one.

“Huss loves to taste the ladies as much as I do.” Raynor gave her a crooked smile. If you taste good, and believe me you do, Huss will spend some time between those thighs cleaning you up. Rest assured, he will be tackling orgasms five and six in short order, though.” Raynor scooped up a long line of dribble from her jaw line and put it to his lips. “Hmm. Even your saliva tastes wonderful. Fancy that.”

There was a popping sound as Raynor’s finger worked its way loose from his mouth and he used the wet digit to circle Marianna’s freed nipple, which was standing proudly to attention. She mewled pitifully in protest, but he paid her little heed. “For such a petite little thing, you have the most generous pair of tits I’ve seen. He cupped them in his hands and gently kneaded them with his fingers. “Does that feel good?” he whispered.

Marianna wasn’t sure if it was Raynor’s hands on her breasts that felt good, or Huss’ tongue on her sex, but she nodded heavily in response. Then he slapped them gently from side to side, noting that her pupils immediately dilated in pleasure. “You like a bit of rough with your pleasure, don’t you?” She moaned softly and that gave him all the answer he needed. His soft little smacks continued, and her breasts bounced from left to right with a beautiful swaying action.

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