Backstage Bondage B*****b

Steph can’t believe she’s won tickets to see her favorite band in concert. Not only that, but she has backstage passes, too! It’s the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to her, and she’s ready to rock and roll! The concert’s incredible, and the meet and greet is even better, but Steph is about to find out what hard rocking is all about. The lead singer wants more than a meet and more than a greet. He wants Steph in handcuffs for a scorching backstage bondage sex encounter!

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity during a bondage sex encounter. It includes handcuffs, oral sex, deepthroat, and semen swallowing. It is intended for mature readers who will not be offended by graphic depictions of sex acts between consenting adults.

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He shrugged. “We'll just go to the dressing room,” he said. “Come on.” He took her hand and tugged her towards a smaller door in the back, and Steph went more than willingly. She was pretty sure that she knew what was going to happen, and she had no illusions that it would go anywhere, but that was fine with her. It was a once in a lifetime opportunity, and she didn't intend to let it pass her by.
Greg led the way to a fairly large dressing room that must have been shared between all four of the band members. As soon as the door had closed behind them, he was pressing her against it and kissing her.
Steph gasped a little, but kissed back, winding her arms around Greg's neck. Greg was a good kisser, and Steph was probably not the first fan that he had kissed like this. Nor was she likely to be the last. His hands settled on her waist, calloused fingers slipping under the hem of her tank top and stroking the skin of her hips.
That drew soft sound from Steph, and she ground forward a bit, moaning when she felt the slight bulge in Greg's tight jeans.
“Mm, you going to take care of that?” Greg asked, nipping at her bottom lip.
“Yeah,” Steph said, nodding.
“Good,” Greg replied, a lazy smile on his face. “Do you mind if we make it interesting?”
“What do you mean?”
There was a wicked gleam in those blue eyes, and he walked over to the area he probably had used to get ready, pulling a pair of silver handcuffs out of a backpack. “What do you think?”