Bound By Desire (The Acadian Curse) by Rebecca Lyndon Page A

pleasureless
demons.”
    Ashira rubbed her breast with her hand as she
looked up and down Richard’s Welsh friend. “Not pleasureless. You
would still feel the ecstasy of every lick and stroke, but there
will be no release.” She turned and rubbed her ass against
Richards’s groin for emphasis. His cock was close to bursting.
“Just think of the comforts that could be bought with all that
wealth. Enough to fill a hundred lifetimes.”
    Richard swallowed hard. He knew some of his
men would be persuaded by this creature’s promises of treasure and
power. He didn’t fault them, but it was the thought of immortality
that swayed Richard to Ashira’s side. He had lost half of his
fighting force since leaving the shores of England, and he would
gladly let heaven damn him if it meant he didn’t have to lose
another friend.
    “Spare my men, even any who don’t agree, and
I will accept your deal,” Richard said.
    Ashira smiled, and her look changed to one of
pure hunger. She fell to her knees before him. She pulled at his
chausses, freeing his cock. Her tongue snaked out to wet her
lips.
    “Then you are mine.” Her mouth descended on
him, taking his full length in a single motion.
    Richard groaned as her wet tongue encircled
him. Her cheeks pulled in as she sucked hard on his shaft.
    Realizing he was free from her divine
bondage, Richard brutally grasped on to her long fall of golden
hair and held her head still. Her glittering, purple-colored eyes
looked up at him. Their corners lifted. She approved of his show of
control.
    He surged again and again into her mouth. He
waited for the telltale sounds of her throat’s resistance, but she
took all of him without complaint. He could feel the power surging
through her body. His heart began to pound to the beat of it. He
thrust in time to the primal rhythm. Her long fingers bit into the
flesh of his hips, holding him as mercilessly as he held her.
    He had gone past the usual point of climax,
but she continued to pull the dark pleasure from him.
    “Do you swear to serve me?” Her voice was
clear in his mind even though her lips were wrapped tight around
him.
    “I swear,” Richard said through gritted
teeth.
    White-hot ecstasy overtook him. His release
gushed down her throat. Roaring out into the dark night, he came
his last.
    Richard staggered backwards, and away from
the creature he had entered into this damnable pact with. His skin
felt branded by her touch. He opened and closed his fist, marveling
at the feel of unnatural strength flowing into his body.
    Then Richard watched as all eight others took
their turn with Ashira.
     
     

 
     
EXCERPT: A Lady Bound
    By Delilah Clare
     
    Lord Dowerdon spoke softly. “There is a
vignette inside the wood for those who tread off the beaten path.
It is quiet there. There is a bench where you may sit unobserved
while you recover your sensibilities.”
    “What is the vignette?” she asked
breathlessly, whether from dread or anticipation she could not
quite tell.
    “It is a scene of punishment. A woman stands
there alone. Bound. Blindfolded. Waiting.”
    They stepped beneath the canopy of oaks,
still in full leaf and rustling lightly in the breeze high up in
their branches. “Waiting for what?”
    He brushed aside a withy and led her forward
along a narrow path. “Whatever comes.”
    A shiver rippled down Hettie’s spine. “Why is
she punished?”
    “I do not know the particulars in this case.
Perhaps she displeased her lord somehow. Though it is possible that
he simply felt her to be in want of greater humility.”
    “A man punishes her? Her husband?”
    He paused. “It is a vignette. No more.”
    “Is she a widow then?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “But this is something she chose. The woman
being punished?”
    “None at Barrowton Hall are ever coerced.
Unless that is what they wish.”
    “What does that mean?”
    “It’s not my place to say. All will become
clear, my lady. Do not fret. Please. I should not have