| Author: | Mara Stone | ISBN: | 9781301993116 |
| Publisher: | Mara Stone | Publication: | September 16, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Mara Stone |
| ISBN: | 9781301993116 |
| Publisher: | Mara Stone |
| Publication: | September 16, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Award-winning sex columnist Deanna Taylor is missing just one thing from her personal life - sex!
Teased and tempted by a series of anonymous messages she finally has the opportunity to live out her wildest fantasies at Club X. Will submitting to the desires of its members give her the satisfaction she craves?
***WARNING!***This 9,300 word story contains ADULT THEMES and GRAPHIC SEX ACTS involving BDSM and multiple partners.
EXTRACT:
Deanna made sure that she had plenty of time in case of unexpected traffic and drove to the facility around eight o’clock, buzzing at the gate, her hands trembling against the wheel.
When the gates locked behind her, she would be trapped inside.
Nothing could have persuaded her to leave now though, and as the gates swung open she allowed her car to crawl forward and proceeded up the ramp of the parking garage. She had been instructed to park in a specific slot on a pre-determined level of the building, and as she pulled into the designated place, she realized that although there were a few other cars littered about this level, there wasn’t a soul to be seen.
She parked the car between the white lines and waited in silence for a few minutes, peering around over her shoulder at her deserted surroundings. Her phone began to ring.
“Hello?” she answered with a wavering voice, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she waited the voice of whoever had been contacting her. To her surprise, the voice on the other end of the line was female.
“You have two choices...” said a stern, cultured voice, “You can either drive away right now and forget this ever happened, or you can signal to us that you are willing to proceed.”
Us, thought Deanna, how many of them can there be?
“Step out of your car and stand facing the concrete wall in front of you,” the woman said. “This is your last chance to back out. After this, there will be no turning back.”
Award-winning sex columnist Deanna Taylor is missing just one thing from her personal life - sex!
Teased and tempted by a series of anonymous messages she finally has the opportunity to live out her wildest fantasies at Club X. Will submitting to the desires of its members give her the satisfaction she craves?
***WARNING!***This 9,300 word story contains ADULT THEMES and GRAPHIC SEX ACTS involving BDSM and multiple partners.
EXTRACT:
Deanna made sure that she had plenty of time in case of unexpected traffic and drove to the facility around eight o’clock, buzzing at the gate, her hands trembling against the wheel.
When the gates locked behind her, she would be trapped inside.
Nothing could have persuaded her to leave now though, and as the gates swung open she allowed her car to crawl forward and proceeded up the ramp of the parking garage. She had been instructed to park in a specific slot on a pre-determined level of the building, and as she pulled into the designated place, she realized that although there were a few other cars littered about this level, there wasn’t a soul to be seen.
She parked the car between the white lines and waited in silence for a few minutes, peering around over her shoulder at her deserted surroundings. Her phone began to ring.
“Hello?” she answered with a wavering voice, gripping the steering wheel tightly as she waited the voice of whoever had been contacting her. To her surprise, the voice on the other end of the line was female.
“You have two choices...” said a stern, cultured voice, “You can either drive away right now and forget this ever happened, or you can signal to us that you are willing to proceed.”
Us, thought Deanna, how many of them can there be?
“Step out of your car and stand facing the concrete wall in front of you,” the woman said. “This is your last chance to back out. After this, there will be no turning back.”
