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This story is a standalone follow-up to the Top 5 bestseller and #1 Hot New Release in Gay & Lesbian Erotica, Bound by the Enemy.Months after being released from captivity, secret agent Randal Blake is still reeling from the heights of pleasure and pain that the mysterious Sarceda introduced him to. Unsure that he is fit for active duty, Blake’s boss sends him to do some training on a military base - but his convoy is ambushed, and Blake is once again taken captive. And who should pull the bag off his head, but Sarceda himself? He is full of devilish ideas for how to show Blake just how much he missed him, and the spy is like putty in Sarceda’s hands. At times, Sarceda’s cruel façade begins to crack, and Blake wonders if deeper feelings are developing. Sarceda, however, has more sinister plans for Blake’s future, involving the ruthless head of Colombia’s biggest cartel, a renowned sadist. But as Blake begins to understand Sarceda’s motivations and the terrible tragedy that has sent him on a lifelong quest for revenge, Blake realizes he must see it through - even if it means enduring greater pain and humiliation than he thought he could withstand. And rumors of betrayal by the very agency that is supposed to protect him leave Blake reeling. By the time Sarceda gives him his freedom, Blake is no longer sure where his loyalties lie…Warning! This 14,000+ word story contains kidnapping, D/s elements, reluctant consent, bondage, knifeplay, whipping, and a slightly twisted happy-for-now ending! Adults only!- Excerpt -“Hello, pet. Did you miss me?”His whole body shuddered at the sound. He opened his eyes, slowly. Sarceda was smiling.“Like a hole in the head,” said Blake, softly, his voice cracking from disuse. Sarceda dropped to his knees, bringing himself eye to eye with Blake. He searched Blake’s face, like he was trying to read all of the secrets of the past few months.“I’m sorry,” he said, at last. “I had to let them take you.”“Of course you did,” said Blake.“Don’t worry.” Sarceda’s fingers stroked his cheek, gently. “I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”He stood abruptly, sliding two fingers between the collar and Blake’s neck, tugging lightly, as if testing to see if it needed to be tightened. After a moment, he made a satisfied noise and stepped back. He dug into his pocket, eventually producing a small key.“Stand up,” he said. “Turn around.”Blake obeyed, and he heard the scrape of the key sliding into the lock of his handcuffs. He kept his head slightly bowed as Sarceda walked around to face him again; when Sarceda brought his hand under Blake’s chin and began to lift his head, Blake lashed out and grabbed his other arm, twisting it as far and as quickly as he could.Sarceda reacted immediately, throwing the weight of his body to counter the move and trapping Blake’s arm against his side. He aimed a jab at Blake’s stomach but the spy evaded, just barely, slipping free of Sarceda’s grasp and kicking him squarely in the shin.Sarceda didn’t react, grabbing Blake around the throat and slamming him up against the wall. He tried to kick out, to connect with any part of Sarceda’s body that might actually slow him down, but his body was too engrossed in the struggle to breathe. He could feel his face grow hot, his eyes widening as Sarceda choked him.Finally, with a burst of desperate strength, he was able to get a jab in to Sarceda’s stomach. The drug lord stumbled back, his balance thrown off just enough for Blake to use the weight of his own body to push him all the way over, onto the floor. He lay on top of Sarceda, pinning his arms down with every bit of strength he had in him.Sarceda was laughing. “Pet,” he panted. “I already said I was sorry. What more do you want?” Read the rest now!
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This story is a standalone follow-up to the Top 5 bestseller and #1 Hot New Release in Gay & Lesbian Erotica, Bound by the Enemy.

Months after being released from captivity, secret agent Randal Blake is still reeling from the heights of pleasure and pain that the mysterious Sarceda introduced him to. Unsure that he is fit for active duty, Blake’s boss sends him to do some training on a military base - but his convoy is ambushed, and Blake is once again taken captive. And who should pull the bag off his head, but Sarceda himself? He is full of devilish ideas for how to show Blake just how much he missed him, and the spy is like putty in Sarceda’s hands. At times, Sarceda’s cruel façade begins to crack, and Blake wonders if deeper feelings are developing. 

Sarceda, however, has more sinister plans for Blake’s future, involving the ruthless head of Colombia’s biggest cartel, a renowned sadist. But as Blake begins to understand Sarceda’s motivations and the terrible tragedy that has sent him on a lifelong quest for revenge, Blake realizes he must see it through - even if it means enduring greater pain and humiliation than he thought he could withstand. And rumors of betrayal by the very agency that is supposed to protect him leave Blake reeling. By the time Sarceda gives him his freedom, Blake is no longer sure where his loyalties lie…

Warning! This 14,000+ word story contains kidnapping, D/s elements, reluctant consent, bondage, knifeplay, whipping, and a slightly twisted happy-for-now ending! Adults only!

- Excerpt -

“Hello, pet. Did you miss me?”

His whole body shuddered at the sound. He opened his eyes, slowly.


Sarceda was smiling.

“Like a hole in the head,” said Blake, softly, his voice cracking from disuse.

Sarceda dropped to his knees, bringing himself eye to eye with Blake. He searched Blake’s face, like he was trying to read all of the secrets of the past few months.

“I’m sorry,” he said, at last. “I had to let them take you.”

“Of course you did,” said Blake.

“Don’t worry.” Sarceda’s fingers stroked his cheek, gently. “I’m not letting you out of my sight again.”

He stood abruptly, sliding two fingers between the collar and Blake’s neck, tugging lightly, as if testing to see if it needed to be tightened. After a moment, he made a satisfied noise and stepped back. He dug into his pocket, eventually producing a small key.

“Stand up,” he said. “Turn around.”

Blake obeyed, and he heard the scrape of the key sliding into the lock of his handcuffs. He kept his head slightly bowed as Sarceda walked around to face him again; when Sarceda brought his hand under Blake’s chin and began to lift his head, Blake lashed out and grabbed his other arm, twisting it as far and as quickly as he could.

Sarceda reacted immediately, throwing the weight of his body to counter the move and trapping Blake’s arm against his side. He aimed a jab at Blake’s stomach but the spy evaded, just barely, slipping free of Sarceda’s grasp and kicking him squarely in the shin.

Sarceda didn’t react, grabbing Blake around the throat and slamming him up against the wall. He tried to kick out, to connect with any part of Sarceda’s body that might actually slow him down, but his body was too engrossed in the struggle to breathe. He could feel his face grow hot, his eyes widening as Sarceda choked him.

Finally, with a burst of desperate strength, he was able to get a jab in to Sarceda’s stomach. The drug lord stumbled back, his balance thrown off just enough for Blake to use the weight of his own body to push him all the way over, onto the floor. He lay on top of Sarceda, pinning his arms down with every bit of strength he had in him.

Sarceda was laughing. “Pet,” he panted. “I already said I was sorry. What more do you want?”
jessibond: In this standalone follow up to Treacherous Curves: Blackmailing the Billionaire, curvy bookkeeper Annie is exploring the possibility of a relationship with James, her billionaire boss. Sure, the sex is hot - unbelievably hot, in fact - but in order to feel right about their relationship, she would have to quit her job. James is offering to support her while she pursue her art, but Annie isn’t sure that she is ready for that level of commitment. And the more she learns about him, the more secretive and mysterious he seems. In spite of everything, will James and his silver tongue be able to convince her to follow her dreams and place all her reliance on him? Even steamier than part one, this 17,500 word story contains spanking, light bondage, reluctant exhibitionism, and a boss anyone would be willing to put in overtime for. Adults only!  - Excerpt - He sat down and sprawled, one leg slung over the arm of the chair, giving me a look that I could only describe as smoldering. He was the very picture of lazy seduction, everything in his pose saying that he knew this was all he had to do to get what he wanted. I sketched furiously, trying to keep myself removed from the situation, the way an artist ought to. But it was hard to concentrate, knowing that he was sitting just a few feet away, actively, no, aggressively trying to throw me off my game. Knowing how badly I wanted him. Knowing that I was here, not for a love of art, but because I couldn’t say no to him. I spent a long time perfecting the lines and creases at his groin, the way the fabric stretched around the bulge underneath. I could have sworn I saw it stir a little, but if it did, the rest of him remained completely still. “Thank you,” I said, softly, when I was finished. “That’ll do.” He stood up slowly, stretching a little, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and pulled them all the way off. I stifled a noise, somewhere in the back of my throat. I let my eyes dart up and down his body just a few times before I turned back to my notebook, but it was enough. The image was burned into my retinas. Every angle and contour of his body was perfect, like he’d been sculpted by someone trying to demonstrate the ideal shape for a man’s body. He stood in front of me, completely shameless, and I couldn’t help but feel like this was all wrong. He was naked. Vulnerable. I ought to have been in complete control of this situation. But despite the fact that he was posing nude for me, ostensibly doing exactly what I wanted him to do, even if I hadn’t wanted to admit it, I still felt utterly helpless. Just his presence in a room was enough to inspire that feeling - that prickling in the back of my neck, that nervous, strangely exhilarating realization that I was no longer in control of my own destiny. That, in some way I still didn’t fully understand, I belonged to him. I had to calm down. I was being ridiculous. But I couldn’t stop these strange flights of fancy that my brain took whenever I was around him, any more than I could help my body’s instinctive reaction to his. I began at his head, then his shoulders, drawing carefully, not allowing my eyes to dip below his waist until they absolutely had to. As my pencil zigzagged the trail of hair that led from his navel down to the dark thatch between his legs, I swallowed - absurdly loudly, I thought, in this eerily silent room - and let myself look. Read the rest now!
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In this standalone follow up to Treacherous Curves: Blackmailing the Billionaire, curvy bookkeeper Annie is exploring the possibility of a relationship with James, her billionaire boss. Sure, the sex is hot - unbelievably hot, in fact - but in order to feel right about their relationship, she would have to quit her job. James is offering to support her while she pursue her art, but Annie isn’t sure that she is ready for that level of commitment. And the more she learns about him, the more secretive and mysterious he seems. In spite of everything, will James and his silver tongue be able to convince her to follow her dreams and place all her reliance on him?

Even steamier than part one, this 17,500 word story contains spanking, light bondage, reluctant exhibitionism, and a boss anyone would be willing to put in overtime for. Adults only! 

- Excerpt -

He sat down and sprawled, one leg slung over the arm of the chair, giving me a look that I could only describe as smoldering. He was the very picture of lazy seduction, everything in his pose saying that he knew this was all he had to do to get what he wanted.

I sketched furiously, trying to keep myself removed from the situation, the way an artist ought to. But it was hard to concentrate, knowing that he was sitting just a few feet away, actively, no, aggressively trying to throw me off my game. Knowing how badly I wanted him. Knowing that I was here, not for a love of art, but because I couldn’t say no to him.

I spent a long time perfecting the lines and creases at his groin, the way the fabric stretched around the bulge underneath. I could have sworn I saw it stir a little, but if it did, the rest of him remained completely still.

“Thank you,” I said, softly, when I was finished. “That’ll do.”

He stood up slowly, stretching a little, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and pulled them all the way off.

I stifled a noise, somewhere in the back of my throat. I let my eyes dart up and down his body just a few times before I turned back to my notebook, but it was enough. The image was burned into my retinas. Every angle and contour of his body was perfect, like he’d been sculpted by someone trying to demonstrate the ideal shape for a man’s body. He stood in front of me, completely shameless, and I couldn’t help but feel like this was all wrong. He was naked. Vulnerable. I ought to have been in complete control of this situation. But despite the fact that he was posing nude for me, ostensibly doing exactly what I wanted him to do, even if I hadn’t wanted to admit it, I still felt utterly helpless. Just his presence in a room was enough to inspire that feeling - that prickling in the back of my neck, that nervous, strangely exhilarating realization that I was no longer in control of my own destiny. That, in some way I still didn’t fully understand, I belonged to him.

I had to calm down. I was being ridiculous. But I couldn’t stop these strange flights of fancy that my brain took whenever I was around him, any more than I could help my body’s instinctive reaction to his.

I began at his head, then his shoulders, drawing carefully, not allowing my eyes to dip below his waist until they absolutely had to. As my pencil zigzagged the trail of hair that led from his navel down to the dark thatch between his legs, I swallowed - absurdly loudly, I thought, in this eerily silent room - and let myself look.

Read the rest now!

In this standalone follow up to Treacherous Curves: Blackmailing the Billionaire, curvy bookkeeper Annie is exploring the possibility of a relationship with James, her billionaire boss. Sure, the sex is hot - unbelievably hot, in fact - but in order to feel right about their relationship, she would have to quit her job. James is offering to support her while she pursue her art, but Annie isn’t sure that she is ready for that level of commitment. And the more she learns about him, the more secretive and mysterious he seems. In spite of everything, will James and his silver tongue be able to convince her to follow her dreams and place all her reliance on him? Even steamier than part one, this 17,500 word story contains spanking, light bondage, reluctant exhibitionism, and a boss anyone would be willing to put in overtime for. Adults only!  - Excerpt - He sat down and sprawled, one leg slung over the arm of the chair, giving me a look that I could only describe as smoldering. He was the very picture of lazy seduction, everything in his pose saying that he knew this was all he had to do to get what he wanted. I sketched furiously, trying to keep myself removed from the situation, the way an artist ought to. But it was hard to concentrate, knowing that he was sitting just a few feet away, actively, no, aggressively trying to throw me off my game. Knowing how badly I wanted him. Knowing that I was here, not for a love of art, but because I couldn’t say no to him. I spent a long time perfecting the lines and creases at his groin, the way the fabric stretched around the bulge underneath. I could have sworn I saw it stir a little, but if it did, the rest of him remained completely still. “Thank you,” I said, softly, when I was finished. “That’ll do.” He stood up slowly, stretching a little, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and pulled them all the way off. I stifled a noise, somewhere in the back of my throat. I let my eyes dart up and down his body just a few times before I turned back to my notebook, but it was enough. The image was burned into my retinas. Every angle and contour of his body was perfect, like he’d been sculpted by someone trying to demonstrate the ideal shape for a man’s body. He stood in front of me, completely shameless, and I couldn’t help but feel like this was all wrong. He was naked. Vulnerable. I ought to have been in complete control of this situation. But despite the fact that he was posing nude for me, ostensibly doing exactly what I wanted him to do, even if I hadn’t wanted to admit it, I still felt utterly helpless. Just his presence in a room was enough to inspire that feeling - that prickling in the back of my neck, that nervous, strangely exhilarating realization that I was no longer in control of my own destiny. That, in some way I still didn’t fully understand, I belonged to him. I had to calm down. I was being ridiculous. But I couldn’t stop these strange flights of fancy that my brain took whenever I was around him, any more than I could help my body’s instinctive reaction to his. I began at his head, then his shoulders, drawing carefully, not allowing my eyes to dip below his waist until they absolutely had to. As my pencil zigzagged the trail of hair that led from his navel down to the dark thatch between his legs, I swallowed - absurdly loudly, I thought, in this eerily silent room - and let myself look. Read the rest now!
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In this standalone follow up to Treacherous Curves: Blackmailing the Billionaire, curvy bookkeeper Annie is exploring the possibility of a relationship with James, her billionaire boss. Sure, the sex is hot - unbelievably hot, in fact - but in order to feel right about their relationship, she would have to quit her job. James is offering to support her while she pursue her art, but Annie isn’t sure that she is ready for that level of commitment. And the more she learns about him, the more secretive and mysterious he seems. In spite of everything, will James and his silver tongue be able to convince her to follow her dreams and place all her reliance on him?

Even steamier than part one, this 17,500 word story contains spanking, light bondage, reluctant exhibitionism, and a boss anyone would be willing to put in overtime for. Adults only! 

- Excerpt -

He sat down and sprawled, one leg slung over the arm of the chair, giving me a look that I could only describe as smoldering. He was the very picture of lazy seduction, everything in his pose saying that he knew this was all he had to do to get what he wanted.

I sketched furiously, trying to keep myself removed from the situation, the way an artist ought to. But it was hard to concentrate, knowing that he was sitting just a few feet away, actively, no, aggressively trying to throw me off my game. Knowing how badly I wanted him. Knowing that I was here, not for a love of art, but because I couldn’t say no to him.

I spent a long time perfecting the lines and creases at his groin, the way the fabric stretched around the bulge underneath. I could have sworn I saw it stir a little, but if it did, the rest of him remained completely still.

“Thank you,” I said, softly, when I was finished. “That’ll do.”

He stood up slowly, stretching a little, then hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and pulled them all the way off.

I stifled a noise, somewhere in the back of my throat. I let my eyes dart up and down his body just a few times before I turned back to my notebook, but it was enough. The image was burned into my retinas. Every angle and contour of his body was perfect, like he’d been sculpted by someone trying to demonstrate the ideal shape for a man’s body. He stood in front of me, completely shameless, and I couldn’t help but feel like this was all wrong. He was naked. Vulnerable. I ought to have been in complete control of this situation. But despite the fact that he was posing nude for me, ostensibly doing exactly what I wanted him to do, even if I hadn’t wanted to admit it, I still felt utterly helpless. Just his presence in a room was enough to inspire that feeling - that prickling in the back of my neck, that nervous, strangely exhilarating realization that I was no longer in control of my own destiny. That, in some way I still didn’t fully understand, I belonged to him.

I had to calm down. I was being ridiculous. But I couldn’t stop these strange flights of fancy that my brain took whenever I was around him, any more than I could help my body’s instinctive reaction to his.

I began at his head, then his shoulders, drawing carefully, not allowing my eyes to dip below his waist until they absolutely had to. As my pencil zigzagged the trail of hair that led from his navel down to the dark thatch between his legs, I swallowed - absurdly loudly, I thought, in this eerily silent room - and let myself look.

Read the rest now!

jessibond: *** TREACHEROUS CURVES PRINT COPY GIVEAWAY *** Exciting news in the Jessi Bond world, folks. I just got a package of proofs for Treacherous Curves: Blackmailing the Billionaire, which will be my very first book available in print! WHOA It’s not even available for sale yet, but I am going to give away two of them! They will be autographed! And personalized, if you want. All you have to do to enter is sign up for my newsletter. That’s right! IT’S SO EASY. I will pick a winner randomly from those who subscribe between now and Monday, December 3rd. Rest assured that I will keep your email address 100% private and will never ever give or sell it to anyone. I’ll be sending out monthly updates on my new releases, recommended reads, and all kinds of special exclusive content just for subscribers! So even if you don’t win, you still win. Kind of. (Other than these monthly newsletters, plus the very occasional special bulletin, I promise I will not email you. I am way too busy to spam people, especially my lovely loyal readers.) So sign up! Tell your friends! I’m sick of these proofs burning a hole in my pocket.
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*** TREACHEROUS CURVES PRINT COPY GIVEAWAY ***

Exciting news in the Jessi Bond world, folks. I just got a package of proofs for Treacherous Curves: Blackmailing the Billionaire, which will be my very first book available in print!

WHOA

It’s not even available for sale yet, but I am going to give away two of them! They will be autographed! And personalized, if you want. All you have to do to enter is sign up for my newsletter.

That’s right! IT’S SO EASY. I will pick a winner randomly from those who subscribe between now and Monday, December 3rd. Rest assured that I will keep your email address 100% private and will never ever give or sell it to anyone. I’ll be sending out monthly updates on my new releases, recommended reads, and all kinds of special exclusive content just for subscribers! So even if you don’t win, you still win. Kind of.

(Other than these monthly newsletters, plus the very occasional special bulletin, I promise I will not email you. I am way too busy to spam people, especially my lovely loyal readers.)

So sign up! Tell your friends! I’m sick of these proofs burning a hole in my pocket.

*** TREACHEROUS CURVES PRINT COPY GIVEAWAY *** Exciting news in the Jessi Bond world, folks. I just got a package of proofs for Treacherous Curves: Blackmailing the Billionaire, which will be my very first book available in print! WHOA It’s not even available for sale yet, but I am going to give away two of them! They will be autographed! And personalized, if you want. All you have to do to enter is sign up for my newsletter. That’s right! IT’S SO EASY. I will pick a winner randomly from those who subscribe between now and Monday, December 3rd. Rest assured that I will keep your email address 100% private and will never ever give or sell it to anyone. I’ll be sending out monthly updates on my new releases, recommended reads, and all kinds of special exclusive content just for subscribers! So even if you don’t win, you still win. Kind of. (Other than these monthly newsletters, plus the very occasional special bulletin, I promise I will not email you. I am way too busy to spam people, especially my lovely loyal readers.) So sign up! Tell your friends! I’m sick of these proofs burning a hole in my pocket.
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*** TREACHEROUS CURVES PRINT COPY GIVEAWAY ***

Exciting news in the Jessi Bond world, folks. I just got a package of proofs for Treacherous Curves: Blackmailing the Billionaire, which will be my very first book available in print!

WHOA

It’s not even available for sale yet, but I am going to give away two of them! They will be autographed! And personalized, if you want. All you have to do to enter is sign up for my newsletter.

That’s right! IT’S SO EASY. I will pick a winner randomly from those who subscribe between now and Monday, December 3rd. Rest assured that I will keep your email address 100% private and will never ever give or sell it to anyone. I’ll be sending out monthly updates on my new releases, recommended reads, and all kinds of special exclusive content just for subscribers! So even if you don’t win, you still win. Kind of.

(Other than these monthly newsletters, plus the very occasional special bulletin, I promise I will not email you. I am way too busy to spam people, especially my lovely loyal readers.)

So sign up! Tell your friends! I’m sick of these proofs burning a hole in my pocket.

jessibond: In this standalone follow-up to Breeding With the Beast, the newly-pregnant Beauty’s happily-ever-after is threatened when the same witch who cursed her lover into a beast many years ago returns, enraged that he was able to break her bewitchment. She turns him back into a monster, this time without an escape clause. Determined to change him back, Beauty and the beast journey to the witch’s lair to strike a deal. Along the way, Beauty uses her feminine wiles - and then some - to appease a big, bad werewolf and a territorial cave troll. But how far will she go to save the prince? And will the queen’s depraved bargain involving her minotaur army be too much for even Beauty to handle? Warning! This 7,300 word story contains rough sex with monsters, cuckolding, and a minotaur gangbang. Adults only! - Excerpt - The witch looked her up and down. “Take off your cloak, if you please.” Beauty let the garment fall, standing naked before the queen. There was a slight chill in the hall, despite the many fireplaces roaring, and her nipples stiffened quickly when they were exposed to the air. “Oh my goodness,” said the witch. “Look at you. Have you been riding naked all this way?” “I had to leave my dress behind in the troll’s cave,” said Beauty. “It was ruined.” “I have no doubt of that,” said the witch. She raised her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle; within minutes, the hall had filled with minotaur soldiers. They snorted nervously, scraping their hooves against the ground. “A tribute to you,” the witch cried out. “My loyal army. This girl is yours to use until each of you is spent. Once for each of you, please, and do be civilized about it.” Beauty turned to look at them. The one with the gold chain came forward first. She could already see him growing hard inside his trousers, and she felt an answering wetness and tingling between her legs. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Letting her eyes drift over the rest of them, she saw many growing stiff with anticipation already, stripping off their trousers and fondling themselves excitedly. Their eagerness awakened a hunger inside of her. She knelt down on the carpet below the throne, situating herself on all fours as the first minotaur approached her. He snorted as he knelt behind her, smacking his manhood against her backside before pushing it deep inside her in one vicious stroke. Read the rest now!
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jessibond:

In this standalone follow-up to Breeding With the Beast, the newly-pregnant Beauty’s happily-ever-after is threatened when the same witch who cursed her lover into a beast many years ago returns, enraged that he was able to break her bewitchment. She turns him back into a monster, this time without an escape clause. Determined to change him back, Beauty and the beast journey to the witch’s lair to strike a deal. Along the way, Beauty uses her feminine wiles - and then some - to appease a big, bad werewolf and a territorial cave troll. But how far will she go to save the prince? And will the queen’s depraved bargain involving her minotaur army be too much for even Beauty to handle? Warning! This 7,300 word story contains rough sex with monsters, cuckolding, and a minotaur gangbang. Adults only!

- Excerpt -

The witch looked her up and down. “Take off your cloak, if you please.”

Beauty let the garment fall, standing naked before the queen. There was a slight chill in the hall, despite the many fireplaces roaring, and her nipples stiffened quickly when they were exposed to the air.

“Oh my goodness,” said the witch. “Look at you. Have you been riding naked all this way?”

“I had to leave my dress behind in the troll’s cave,” said Beauty. “It was ruined.”

“I have no doubt of that,” said the witch. She raised her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle; within minutes, the hall had filled with minotaur soldiers. They snorted nervously, scraping their hooves against the ground.

“A tribute to you,” the witch cried out. “My loyal army. This girl is yours to use until each of you is spent. Once for each of you, please, and do be civilized about it.”

Beauty turned to look at them.

The one with the gold chain came forward first. She could already see him growing hard inside his trousers, and she felt an answering wetness and tingling between her legs. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Letting her eyes drift over the rest of them, she saw many growing stiff with anticipation already, stripping off their trousers and fondling themselves excitedly. Their eagerness awakened a hunger inside of her. She knelt down on the carpet below the throne, situating herself on all fours as the first minotaur approached her. He snorted as he knelt behind her, smacking his manhood against her backside before pushing it deep inside her in one vicious stroke.

Read the rest now!

jessibond: In this standalone follow-up to Breeding With the Beast, the newly-pregnant Beauty’s happily-ever-after is threatened when the same witch who cursed her lover into a beast many years ago returns, enraged that he was able to break her bewitchment. She turns him back into a monster, this time without an escape clause. Determined to change him back, Beauty and the beast journey to the witch’s lair to strike a deal. Along the way, Beauty uses her feminine wiles - and then some - to appease a big, bad werewolf and a territorial cave troll. But how far will she go to save the prince? And will the queen’s depraved bargain involving her minotaur army be too much for even Beauty to handle? Warning! This 7,300 word story contains rough sex with monsters, cuckolding, and a minotaur gangbang. Adults only! - Excerpt - The witch looked her up and down. “Take off your cloak, if you please.” Beauty let the garment fall, standing naked before the queen. There was a slight chill in the hall, despite the many fireplaces roaring, and her nipples stiffened quickly when they were exposed to the air. “Oh my goodness,” said the witch. “Look at you. Have you been riding naked all this way?” “I had to leave my dress behind in the troll’s cave,” said Beauty. “It was ruined.” “I have no doubt of that,” said the witch. She raised her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle; within minutes, the hall had filled with minotaur soldiers. They snorted nervously, scraping their hooves against the ground. “A tribute to you,” the witch cried out. “My loyal army. This girl is yours to use until each of you is spent. Once for each of you, please, and do be civilized about it.” Beauty turned to look at them. The one with the gold chain came forward first. She could already see him growing hard inside his trousers, and she felt an answering wetness and tingling between her legs. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Letting her eyes drift over the rest of them, she saw many growing stiff with anticipation already, stripping off their trousers and fondling themselves excitedly. Their eagerness awakened a hunger inside of her. She knelt down on the carpet below the throne, situating herself on all fours as the first minotaur approached her. He snorted as he knelt behind her, smacking his manhood against her backside before pushing it deep inside her in one vicious stroke. Read the rest now!
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In this standalone follow-up to Breeding With the Beast, the newly-pregnant Beauty’s happily-ever-after is threatened when the same witch who cursed her lover into a beast many years ago returns, enraged that he was able to break her bewitchment. She turns him back into a monster, this time without an escape clause. Determined to change him back, Beauty and the beast journey to the witch’s lair to strike a deal. Along the way, Beauty uses her feminine wiles - and then some - to appease a big, bad werewolf and a territorial cave troll. But how far will she go to save the prince? And will the queen’s depraved bargain involving her minotaur army be too much for even Beauty to handle? Warning! This 7,300 word story contains rough sex with monsters, cuckolding, and a minotaur gangbang. Adults only!

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The witch looked her up and down. “Take off your cloak, if you please.”

Beauty let the garment fall, standing naked before the queen. There was a slight chill in the hall, despite the many fireplaces roaring, and her nipples stiffened quickly when they were exposed to the air.

“Oh my goodness,” said the witch. “Look at you. Have you been riding naked all this way?”

“I had to leave my dress behind in the troll’s cave,” said Beauty. “It was ruined.”

“I have no doubt of that,” said the witch. She raised her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle; within minutes, the hall had filled with minotaur soldiers. They snorted nervously, scraping their hooves against the ground.

“A tribute to you,” the witch cried out. “My loyal army. This girl is yours to use until each of you is spent. Once for each of you, please, and do be civilized about it.”

Beauty turned to look at them.

The one with the gold chain came forward first. She could already see him growing hard inside his trousers, and she felt an answering wetness and tingling between her legs. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Letting her eyes drift over the rest of them, she saw many growing stiff with anticipation already, stripping off their trousers and fondling themselves excitedly. Their eagerness awakened a hunger inside of her. She knelt down on the carpet below the throne, situating herself on all fours as the first minotaur approached her. He snorted as he knelt behind her, smacking his manhood against her backside before pushing it deep inside her in one vicious stroke.

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jessibond: In this standalone follow-up to Breeding With the Beast, the newly-pregnant Beauty’s happily-ever-after is threatened when the same witch who cursed her lover into a beast many years ago returns, enraged that he was able to break her bewitchment. She turns him back into a monster, this time without an escape clause. Determined to change him back, Beauty and the beast journey to the witch’s lair to strike a deal. Along the way, Beauty uses her feminine wiles - and then some - to appease a big, bad werewolf and a territorial cave troll. But how far will she go to save the prince? And will the queen’s depraved bargain involving her minotaur army be too much for even Beauty to handle? Warning! This 7,300 word story contains rough sex with monsters, cuckolding, and a minotaur gangbang. Adults only! - Excerpt - The witch looked her up and down. “Take off your cloak, if you please.” Beauty let the garment fall, standing naked before the queen. There was a slight chill in the hall, despite the many fireplaces roaring, and her nipples stiffened quickly when they were exposed to the air. “Oh my goodness,” said the witch. “Look at you. Have you been riding naked all this way?” “I had to leave my dress behind in the troll’s cave,” said Beauty. “It was ruined.” “I have no doubt of that,” said the witch. She raised her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle; within minutes, the hall had filled with minotaur soldiers. They snorted nervously, scraping their hooves against the ground. “A tribute to you,” the witch cried out. “My loyal army. This girl is yours to use until each of you is spent. Once for each of you, please, and do be civilized about it.” Beauty turned to look at them. The one with the gold chain came forward first. She could already see him growing hard inside his trousers, and she felt an answering wetness and tingling between her legs. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Letting her eyes drift over the rest of them, she saw many growing stiff with anticipation already, stripping off their trousers and fondling themselves excitedly. Their eagerness awakened a hunger inside of her. She knelt down on the carpet below the throne, situating herself on all fours as the first minotaur approached her. He snorted as he knelt behind her, smacking his manhood against her backside before pushing it deep inside her in one vicious stroke. Read the rest now!
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jessibond:

In this standalone follow-up to Breeding With the Beast, the newly-pregnant Beauty’s happily-ever-after is threatened when the same witch who cursed her lover into a beast many years ago returns, enraged that he was able to break her bewitchment. She turns him back into a monster, this time without an escape clause. Determined to change him back, Beauty and the beast journey to the witch’s lair to strike a deal. Along the way, Beauty uses her feminine wiles - and then some - to appease a big, bad werewolf and a territorial cave troll. But how far will she go to save the prince? And will the queen’s depraved bargain involving her minotaur army be too much for even Beauty to handle? Warning! This 7,300 word story contains rough sex with monsters, cuckolding, and a minotaur gangbang. Adults only!

- Excerpt -

The witch looked her up and down. “Take off your cloak, if you please.”

Beauty let the garment fall, standing naked before the queen. There was a slight chill in the hall, despite the many fireplaces roaring, and her nipples stiffened quickly when they were exposed to the air.

“Oh my goodness,” said the witch. “Look at you. Have you been riding naked all this way?”

“I had to leave my dress behind in the troll’s cave,” said Beauty. “It was ruined.”

“I have no doubt of that,” said the witch. She raised her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle; within minutes, the hall had filled with minotaur soldiers. They snorted nervously, scraping their hooves against the ground.

“A tribute to you,” the witch cried out. “My loyal army. This girl is yours to use until each of you is spent. Once for each of you, please, and do be civilized about it.”

Beauty turned to look at them.

The one with the gold chain came forward first. She could already see him growing hard inside his trousers, and she felt an answering wetness and tingling between her legs. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Letting her eyes drift over the rest of them, she saw many growing stiff with anticipation already, stripping off their trousers and fondling themselves excitedly. Their eagerness awakened a hunger inside of her. She knelt down on the carpet below the throne, situating herself on all fours as the first minotaur approached her. He snorted as he knelt behind her, smacking his manhood against her backside before pushing it deep inside her in one vicious stroke.

Read the rest now!

In this standalone follow-up to Breeding With the Beast, the newly-pregnant Beauty’s happily-ever-after is threatened when the same witch who cursed her lover into a beast many years ago returns, enraged that he was able to break her bewitchment. She turns him back into a monster, this time without an escape clause. Determined to change him back, Beauty and the beast journey to the witch’s lair to strike a deal. Along the way, Beauty uses her feminine wiles - and then some - to appease a big, bad werewolf and a territorial cave troll. But how far will she go to save the prince? And will the queen’s depraved bargain involving her minotaur army be too much for even Beauty to handle? Warning! This 7,300 word story contains rough sex with monsters, cuckolding, and a minotaur gangbang. Adults only! - Excerpt - The witch looked her up and down. “Take off your cloak, if you please.” Beauty let the garment fall, standing naked before the queen. There was a slight chill in the hall, despite the many fireplaces roaring, and her nipples stiffened quickly when they were exposed to the air. “Oh my goodness,” said the witch. “Look at you. Have you been riding naked all this way?” “I had to leave my dress behind in the troll’s cave,” said Beauty. “It was ruined.” “I have no doubt of that,” said the witch. She raised her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle; within minutes, the hall had filled with minotaur soldiers. They snorted nervously, scraping their hooves against the ground. “A tribute to you,” the witch cried out. “My loyal army. This girl is yours to use until each of you is spent. Once for each of you, please, and do be civilized about it.” Beauty turned to look at them. The one with the gold chain came forward first. She could already see him growing hard inside his trousers, and she felt an answering wetness and tingling between her legs. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Letting her eyes drift over the rest of them, she saw many growing stiff with anticipation already, stripping off their trousers and fondling themselves excitedly. Their eagerness awakened a hunger inside of her. She knelt down on the carpet below the throne, situating herself on all fours as the first minotaur approached her. He snorted as he knelt behind her, smacking his manhood against her backside before pushing it deep inside her in one vicious stroke. Read the rest now!
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In this standalone follow-up to Breeding With the Beast, the newly-pregnant Beauty’s happily-ever-after is threatened when the same witch who cursed her lover into a beast many years ago returns, enraged that he was able to break her bewitchment. She turns him back into a monster, this time without an escape clause. Determined to change him back, Beauty and the beast journey to the witch’s lair to strike a deal. Along the way, Beauty uses her feminine wiles - and then some - to appease a big, bad werewolf and a territorial cave troll. But how far will she go to save the prince? And will the queen’s depraved bargain involving her minotaur army be too much for even Beauty to handle? Warning! This 7,300 word story contains rough sex with monsters, cuckolding, and a minotaur gangbang. Adults only!

- Excerpt -

The witch looked her up and down. “Take off your cloak, if you please.”

Beauty let the garment fall, standing naked before the queen. There was a slight chill in the hall, despite the many fireplaces roaring, and her nipples stiffened quickly when they were exposed to the air.

“Oh my goodness,” said the witch. “Look at you. Have you been riding naked all this way?”

“I had to leave my dress behind in the troll’s cave,” said Beauty. “It was ruined.”

“I have no doubt of that,” said the witch. She raised her fingers to her lips and let out a piercing whistle; within minutes, the hall had filled with minotaur soldiers. They snorted nervously, scraping their hooves against the ground.

“A tribute to you,” the witch cried out. “My loyal army. This girl is yours to use until each of you is spent. Once for each of you, please, and do be civilized about it.”

Beauty turned to look at them.

The one with the gold chain came forward first. She could already see him growing hard inside his trousers, and she felt an answering wetness and tingling between her legs. Her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Letting her eyes drift over the rest of them, she saw many growing stiff with anticipation already, stripping off their trousers and fondling themselves excitedly. Their eagerness awakened a hunger inside of her. She knelt down on the carpet below the throne, situating herself on all fours as the first minotaur approached her. He snorted as he knelt behind her, smacking his manhood against her backside before pushing it deep inside her in one vicious stroke.

Read the rest now!

NEW RELEASE! Curvy grad student Lila is struggling to succeed in Professor Hardy’s class. Although she finds the man’s arrogant, know-it-all attitude to be somewhat off-putting, she decides that she has no choice but to accept his offer of after-hours tutoring to help her understand the material. But there’s something in the Professor’s eyes when he looks at her - something that gives Lila a secret thrill. Is there more to his offer than meets the eye? Surely not - why would a successful, handsome academic be interested in the likes of her? Lila’s attraction to the professor secretly grows, until she can’t help but let him know how she feels. And that’s when he really surprises her. Not only has he been fighting the same urges, he wants her in ways she hasn’t even imagined. Can Lila overcome her doubts and hesitation and find a way to submit to the professor, body and soul? Warning! This 11,000 word story contains graphic scenes of foreplay, rough sex, D/s themes, and more! It is intended for adult readers only.   - Excerpt -   I swallowed hard. I knew why, but I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself. It seemed so ridiculous, so childish, to have a crush on my teacher. But I wanted to learn from him – I craved his approval, because I craved him.   “It doesn’t matter,” I said, finally.   “It does, Lila,” he said. “I can’t have you around here, looking at me like that.”   I crossed my arms. There was no sense in denying it, although I could feel my ears beginning to burn. “Why not?”   “Because I won’t…I can’t…” He squeezed his eyes shut, raking his hands through his hair.  “Please get out. This isn’t going to end well.”   “Why?” I demanded. “Are you going to tell me there’s no way? That you’re so, so out of my league? That somebody like you could never think that way about somebody like me?”   There was a long, heart-stopping silence.  “No,” he said, finally, sounding very tired. “Lila, no. That’s not the problem here, and you know it, so stop playing coy.”   My heart skipped a beat – I’d always thought that was just a figure of speech, but I actually felt it freeze up in shock for a moment before it began thudding again, at a million beats per second.   “Well, then,” I said, somehow, over the roaring noise in my head. “I don’t see what the problem is. Surely we can work this out like adults.”   “There are rules,” he said, “against this sort of thing.”   “Fuck rules,” I said, before I could stop myself.   I don’t know exactly what happened in the moments after that, except that he stood up, and I stood too, and then he was up against me and pulling and pushing and crowding me up against one of his bookcases, hands on either side of my face, pulling me into a bruising kiss.   “You’ve been such a bad girl,” he murmured as he broke away to take a breath. His fingers were tangled in my hair. “You know that, don’t you?” READ THE REST NOW!
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NEW RELEASE!

Curvy grad student Lila is struggling to succeed in Professor Hardy’s class. Although she finds the man’s arrogant, know-it-all attitude to be somewhat off-putting, she decides that she has no choice but to accept his offer of after-hours tutoring to help her understand the material. But there’s something in the Professor’s eyes when he looks at her - something that gives Lila a secret thrill. Is there more to his offer than meets the eye? Surely not - why would a successful, handsome academic be interested in the likes of her? Lila’s attraction to the professor secretly grows, until she can’t help but let him know how she feels. And that’s when he really surprises her. Not only has he been fighting the same urges, he wants her in ways she hasn’t even imagined. Can Lila overcome her doubts and hesitation and find a way to submit to the professor, body and soul? Warning! This 11,000 word story contains graphic scenes of foreplay, rough sex, D/s themes, and more! It is intended for adult readers only.  

- Excerpt -  

I swallowed hard. I knew why, but I hadn’t wanted to admit it to myself. It seemed so ridiculous, so childish, to have a crush on my teacher. But I wanted to learn from him – I craved his approval, because I craved him.  

“It doesn’t matter,” I said, finally.  

“It does, Lila,” he said. “I can’t have you around here, looking at me like that.”  

I crossed my arms. There was no sense in denying it, although I could feel my ears beginning to burn. “Why not?”  

“Because I won’t…I can’t…” He squeezed his eyes shut, raking his hands through his hair.  “Please get out. This isn’t going to end well.”  

“Why?” I demanded. “Are you going to tell me there’s no way? That you’re so, so out of my league? That somebody like you could never think that way about somebody like me?”  

There was a long, heart-stopping silence.  “No,” he said, finally, sounding very tired. “Lila, no. That’s not the problem here, and you know it, so stop playing coy.”  

My heart skipped a beat – I’d always thought that was just a figure of speech, but I actually felt it freeze up in shock for a moment before it began thudding again, at a million beats per second.  

“Well, then,” I said, somehow, over the roaring noise in my head. “I don’t see what the problem is. Surely we can work this out like adults.”  

“There are rules,” he said, “against this sort of thing.”  

“Fuck rules,” I said, before I could stop myself.  

I don’t know exactly what happened in the moments after that, except that he stood up, and I stood too, and then he was up against me and pulling and pushing and crowding me up against one of his bookcases, hands on either side of my face, pulling me into a bruising kiss.  

“You’ve been such a bad girl,” he murmured as he broke away to take a breath. His fingers were tangled in my hair. “You know that, don’t you?”

READ THE REST NOW!

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