Dark Passions: Alessandra's Cause - Reluctant Submission BDSM Erotica
Romance, Erotica, Historical, Science Fiction & Fantasy, BDSM
| Author: | Deirdre Bonneval | ISBN: | 1230000105424 |
| Publisher: | Deirdre Bonneval | Publication: | July 19, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Deirdre Bonneval |
| ISBN: | 1230000105424 |
| Publisher: | Deirdre Bonneval |
| Publication: | July 19, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
When Alessandra's adoptive father is imprisoned, accused of conspiring to overthrow the Queen, she sets out on a desperate quest to save him. Up against the cruel commander of the guard and his ragtag band of drunken soldiers, she is forced to submit both mind and body, but learns of her own hidden desires in the process. Can Alessandra free her father from the dark prison dungeons and clutches of corrupt officials?
Warning: for adults only! Contains explicit sexual content, including the forced submission and sexual blackmail of a young woman, bondage in cold iron chains, oral sex, spanking, and more. 13266 words.
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Excerpt:
The game continued. Alessandra resigned herself to her fate. She was helpless, naked and chained to a wall in some forsaken underground prison, at the mercy of these crude drunkards, ego-tripping on the only source of power they had. She was their prize. Soon, one of them will have his way with her. The thought disgusted her, but she was confused. Even as her mind adamantly rejected the notion, she found herself somewhat aroused, her body defying every good sense she had, teasing and frustrating her.
The way these unruly men argued about the right to fuck her thrilled Alessandra. She was a far more precious prize than mere gold. Nico had been the first loser and was now sulking in the corner, drinking his wine in depressed silence. So bad did these men want her that threats were even made, and an occasional knife was flashed, though Alessandra couldn't imagine these more than empty gestures, brought on by the soldiers' drunken stupor.
Even through the cold she could feel herself get wet at the thought of being used by these men. The commander had used her in the same way. There was nothing she could do except try and enjoy what was coming. Alessandra wondered what Damian would think if he knew what vile, sleazy things she was doing. What would dear Pieter think? She'd never been so bad before.
"Another down, eh," Ignazio sniggered as the second of the guards folded. "I'll be with you shortly, love," he winked at Alessandra.
Alessandra turned her face away in disgust, but inside her excitement grew. She refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing that, though. Ignazio wasn't bad looking by any means, either, and though drunk, he seemed to command himself better in that state than his friends. Minutes later he had bested his final foe and jumped up from his chair triumphantly.
"Ha! It was never in doubt, was it?" he boasted. He surveyed the glum faces of his defeated comrades and chuckled, then turned towards Alessandra. "Now then, my dear..." he began, stepping towards her, "what shall I do with you?"
"Let me go," Alessandra said, but even she was not convinced with the attempt.
Ignazio just laughed. "After all the effort I went through to secure my prize?" He trailed a hand between Alessandra's breasts, pressing his palm to her skin as it drifted over her stomach and down to her crotch. Alessandra's breath hitched when it slipped between her thighs. Ignazio felt at her pussy and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"You're soaked," he mumbled. Slowly, he fell to his knees before her. His hands glided over Alessandra's thighs and he pressed his lips to her pubis, adorned by only a small patch of hair. Alessandra sighed at the warmth of his lips against her as he kissed her, his hands grasping her hips tightly for a second before rounding her and clutching her ass. He tilted her forward somewhat, the chains rattling with her movement, and his tongue darted out to meet her tender clit.
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When Alessandra's adoptive father is imprisoned, accused of conspiring to overthrow the Queen, she sets out on a desperate quest to save him. Up against the cruel commander of the guard and his ragtag band of drunken soldiers, she is forced to submit both mind and body, but learns of her own hidden desires in the process. Can Alessandra free her father from the dark prison dungeons and clutches of corrupt officials?
Warning: for adults only! Contains explicit sexual content, including the forced submission and sexual blackmail of a young woman, bondage in cold iron chains, oral sex, spanking, and more. 13266 words.
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Excerpt:
The game continued. Alessandra resigned herself to her fate. She was helpless, naked and chained to a wall in some forsaken underground prison, at the mercy of these crude drunkards, ego-tripping on the only source of power they had. She was their prize. Soon, one of them will have his way with her. The thought disgusted her, but she was confused. Even as her mind adamantly rejected the notion, she found herself somewhat aroused, her body defying every good sense she had, teasing and frustrating her.
The way these unruly men argued about the right to fuck her thrilled Alessandra. She was a far more precious prize than mere gold. Nico had been the first loser and was now sulking in the corner, drinking his wine in depressed silence. So bad did these men want her that threats were even made, and an occasional knife was flashed, though Alessandra couldn't imagine these more than empty gestures, brought on by the soldiers' drunken stupor.
Even through the cold she could feel herself get wet at the thought of being used by these men. The commander had used her in the same way. There was nothing she could do except try and enjoy what was coming. Alessandra wondered what Damian would think if he knew what vile, sleazy things she was doing. What would dear Pieter think? She'd never been so bad before.
"Another down, eh," Ignazio sniggered as the second of the guards folded. "I'll be with you shortly, love," he winked at Alessandra.
Alessandra turned her face away in disgust, but inside her excitement grew. She refused to give them the satisfaction of knowing that, though. Ignazio wasn't bad looking by any means, either, and though drunk, he seemed to command himself better in that state than his friends. Minutes later he had bested his final foe and jumped up from his chair triumphantly.
"Ha! It was never in doubt, was it?" he boasted. He surveyed the glum faces of his defeated comrades and chuckled, then turned towards Alessandra. "Now then, my dear..." he began, stepping towards her, "what shall I do with you?"
"Let me go," Alessandra said, but even she was not convinced with the attempt.
Ignazio just laughed. "After all the effort I went through to secure my prize?" He trailed a hand between Alessandra's breasts, pressing his palm to her skin as it drifted over her stomach and down to her crotch. Alessandra's breath hitched when it slipped between her thighs. Ignazio felt at her pussy and raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"You're soaked," he mumbled. Slowly, he fell to his knees before her. His hands glided over Alessandra's thighs and he pressed his lips to her pubis, adorned by only a small patch of hair. Alessandra sighed at the warmth of his lips against her as he kissed her, his hands grasping her hips tightly for a second before rounding her and clutching her ass. He tilted her forward somewhat, the chains rattling with her movement, and his tongue darted out to meet her tender clit.
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