EROTICA BOX SET - A Night To Remember (BDSM, Bondage, Domination) by Parker Sylvia

Author:Parker, Sylvia [Parker, Sylvia]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Erotica On Demand
Published: 2014-09-24T04:00:00+00:00

Handcuffed To The Bed

(Bondage, Massage, BDSM)

By Sylvia Parker

All Rights Reserved, 2014

As the two girls sipped their fruity drinks, Leslie felt a sneaking suspicion that someone was watching her. The hair stood up on the back of her neck as she felt eyes on her. She glanced around, searching for whoever it was that was setting off alarm bells in her head. Blaring music pumped in the background as the jumble of voices and disjointed conversations filled her ears, interfering with her concentration.

“What are you looking for?” Jessica asked her, lightly touching her friend on the shoulder. “Did you see someone you know or something?”

After a moment, Leslie responded, “No, I suppose not.” She shrugged absently.

“Come on, let me show you the back room,” Jessica said, raising her eyebrows suggestively.

Clasping her friend by the hand, the tall Asian girl led her back into the writhing mass of black-clad party-goers. Leslie held her breath as she passed the sweaty throngs of people, her eyes still scanning the crowds for whoever was giving her the feeling of surveillance. The passed a man wearing crossed leather suspenders with metal studs, reminding her of one of the Village People.

She shook her head, a smile coming across her face despite herself. What a bunch of weirdos this place attracts, she thought.

“Hey Jess,” she called out. Her friend turned around, her eyebrows raised in askance.

“Why did you tell that lady back at the bathroom that you've never been here before?” She shouted over the din of the noisy room.

Leslie thought she saw a flash of fear in her friend's eyes at the question. “What?” she shouted, apparently unable to hear.

“I said, 'Why did you tell that lady -'” Leslie paused mid-sentence as her eyes met those of familiar face.

Donald, aka “The Jailor”, stood not fifteen feet away next to a massive black pillar situated in the middle of the room. He was flanked by two burly men on either side, wearing the same black leather hood as the performer on stage known as a Guardsman. To Leslie, they looked like bodyguards. Her eyebrows arched as she saw Donald point directly at her, leaning his head towards one of the Guardsmen. He whispered something into the man's leather hood. The man nodded and started towards the two girls.

“Jess...” Leslie began, her voice catching in her throat. She squeezed her friend's hand as her eyes went wide. Paralyzed with fear, she had no idea why Donald was sending the massive man over to her direction.

“Look, Leslie,” Jessica began, completely oblivious to the man walking in their direction. “I came here about a month ago with another girlfriend. Things got a little crazy, that's all. I swear, nothing to be worried about. Ow! Leslie, what the fuck?”

“Jess!” Leslie said, louder this time as she squeezed her friend's hand as hard as she could. “She nodded in the direction of the burly hooded man walking over to them. Jessica turned her head just in time to see the massive man appear, towering over the two comparatively diminutive girls.

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