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Isabelle Drake erotic romance....the nicer side of naughty
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Here's an except from Gothic Master my work in progress... This excerpt posted 5-29-08 “I’d nearly given up hope that you would arrive, but I am certainly glad you finally found your way.” Lorelai shook her head, fighting the lavender haze in her mind and the soft, expectant tension running the length of her spine. The man’s voice continued, his evident excitement tempered by years of practicing the art of patience. “Yes, certainly glad. It’s been years since we have had a luscious one in his bed.” The voice fell silent, then came back, this time framed by memories, “All the girls before—back before—never mind. You are here now, things will be different.” The world began to present itself more clearly, two twin posts about seven feet beyond her face came into focus. She blinked, ignoring the voice, staring through the dim light and willing herself to focus. Solid bed posts. A wide, dark wooden door, left open. Fireplace, flames hungrily licking cords of wood. Soft, sheets beneath her flushed skin, a heavy down comforter pressed against her, caressing her skin. And the sweet languid sensation running from her spine into her limbs. “Would you like more tea, dear?” “Tea?” Her voice was soft, husky, warm, like the sweet gentle heat that seemed to be everywhere inside her. “Yes,” he encouraged, “you took quite well to the cup you drank upon your arrival.” The images tumbled in, memories drifting into place. The last one was of herself, covered with snow and chilled from bitter winter wind, accepting hot tea as she inquired after her friend Katherine. “What hap—?” “No need to be upset with yourself. Many girls are skittish when they first arrive; I saw the anxiety in your eyes, that’s why I administered the tea.” Still bleary, she rose up onto her elbows, the cover fell from her shoulders exposing her bare breasts. She blinked, fighting the liquid softness in her veins and trying to make sense of her situation. “Do not worry though, Miss,” he said, “soon enough Master will have you strutting about with your shoulders thrust back, showing off those gorgeous tits and swaying that generous bottom. Your sexual power and confid--.” “No, that’s not—” but the words why I came here fell away as she struggled to sit up and realized that her arms and legs were securely bound, one limb to each of the four bed posts. The bindings were not tight, but they were secure. Her legs were spread, her hands tied so that she could not touch her own body.
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