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Sequestered Passion
Amber Heat, the erotic imprint of Amber Quill Press
Excerpt from Sequestered Passion: "Lie down on your stomach," he directed. She got onto the bed and did as he instructed. He placed one of the pillows beneath her hips, elevating them. He lifted her left arm and straightened it, extending it outward. Feathering a finger along the inside sensitive forearm, she shuddered at the sensual contact, then the cool, smooth touch of silk entrapped her as he wound the scarf around her wrist. She watched as he bent forward and kissed the tips of each finger as he bound her with the scarf to the wooden post of the bed. Again, he trailed a finger along her arm, across her shoulder and down the sloping curve of her back as he stepped around the bed to the other side. It wasn't fear she felt, but the heat of desire and anticipation, his touch awakening and attuning every nerve in her body. When he reached the other side of the bed, his arousing caress ignited another path, along her hip, her back, and up her arm. She found herself eager to be bound by the silk, to experience more of his sensual awakening. It wasn't what she expected. She'd anticipated trepidation, the shudders of anxiety, not this overriding pleasure. Again, her body was tightly wired, almost painful anticipation clinging to her, and her breaths turned to pants as she tried to control her mounting need to come. She could feel the slippery desire easing through her body. A moan escaped her lips as his hands moved to her ass, cupping, tracing the crease, feathering a light caress across her engorged pussy lips. "You're very wet, Eliza. Are you afraid?" "No, Sir," she gasped. "It-it's not fear I'm feeling." She felt his lips against her sensitive ass cheek that was still warm from the spanking. His teeth grazed over it, nipping and teasing with his tongue, pitching her onto a rollercoaster of sensation. She moaned and panted harder, trying to control her body's responses, attempted to fight the urge to draw her thighs together in an effort to ease the ache at their juncture. "Do you like that, Eliza?" "Y-yes, oh, God, yes!" she rasped, biting her lower lip, trying to fight the desires of her body. A finger traced the curve along the sensitive back of her leg and she felt him bind her ankle to the bedpost. Then she felt him trail the end of the scarf over the sole of her foot and she shuddered with pleasure, wanting to scream in an effort to release some of the pressure building inside her. Her whole body was already tingling with minute awareness. He repeated the process with her other leg. By the time he was done every nerve in her body was at attention awaiting his pleasure, his commandseager to comply with whatever he wished. He walked back toward her head, tested the restraints. "Are you comfortable?" She nodded her head, shudders racking her body. "As comfortable as one can be who needs to come so badly it hurts." She saw him smile. "You'll control it though, won't you?" "I'm trying, Sir." Her whole body trembled with the attempt to accede to his demand that she not orgasm. He reached to the back of her head and she felt him pulling the pins from her hair that held her twist in place. The locks fell around her shoulders. "That's better," he murmured as he sifted his fingers through her hair. "Do you remember your safe word, Eliza?" "Yes." "Tell me what it is?" "Federal," she responded. "Good. Use it if it becomes too much. You won't hesitate." "No. I'll remember." He straightened away from her. She felt the fingers of the flogger pass over her back and she tensed, knowing he was about to start. He trailed it along the same path his hand had traveled earlier, eliciting the same response. For long, endless moments, that's all he did was to sift it along her body until the tenseness eased away. "That's better," he said as he continued to stroke her with it. "You have a beautiful body, Eliza. It's meant to be worshiped and enjoyed. It provides me a great deal of pleasure to have you here, like this. I enjoy your submission, teaching you. You are a joy to me, girl, you know that?"
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