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Julia likes to believe she is a strong, confident woman. But when she finds out that Mason Fayle is her new employer, all her insecurities comes rushing back.

There is a different, far more captivating side to the imposing older man that crumbles her confident exterior completely.

Go on, take a look inside and join her as she dreams of ropes, whips, clamps, and a certain blue-eyed man.

~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~

I regretted my decision to come down the stairs alone the moment she closed the door behind me. The resounding click of the entrance sealing shut made the scene feel less like an adventure and more like a horror movie. I held the metal stick tightly in front of me like a weapon, using it to lead the way.

The spiraling stairs made it so that I couldn't see what was ahead of me, which only compounded my fears. My heart pounded against my chests and goose bumps rose on the hairs of my arms. The only sound that drove me forward was the continuous moans of the desperate woman down the steps.

It felt like an eternity before I finally reached the bottom of the staircase. The air here was cooler and more humid. Every exhale I took was accompanied by a vapor mist in front of my case and I took a deep breath to calm myself down.

I had reached a dim room with little lighting, but seemed to span forever in its semi-darkness. Each side of the walls were lined with devices and objects that reminded me so much of torture devices. There was a long span of wall designated specifically for whips. I had never seen so many different types of whips before. There were heavy large leather whips with multiple strips and long thin ones that curled into a circle. There were even some that I recognized as horse whips.

Beyond that were paddles, handcuffs, metal chains, all types of ropes and leather, and things that I did not know the names of. I averted my eyes as a flush formed on my cheeks. The more time I spent here, the more unsure I was of whether I wanted to see what was ahead of me.

As I continued to move past the devices and closer to the source of the moans, I realized that the walls were getting further and further apart. The room widened as I walked until it was vast enough to be more of a hall than a room.

It was a space unlike any I had ever seen. The floor was lined with velvet ret carpet that held intricate designs and patterns. The light turned the floor into a deep red and my eyes followed the pattern until it pointed me to the middle of the hall, to the very source of the moans.

There was a metal slab in the middle of the room that moved as the person on top of it struggled to be free.

GENRE
Belletristik und Literatur
ERSCHIENEN
2016
15. Juni
SPRACHE
EN
Englisch
UMFANG
51
Seiten
VERLAG
Boruma Publishing
GRÖSSE
296.3
 kB

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