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Punished and Interrogated For My Sexual Pleasure (Nicola Diaz)

Punished and Interrogated For My Sexual Pleasure by Nicola Diaz


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He stands in front me, his eyes show no signs of mercy.

Laid bare, strapped and tied down, I donít know where he has taken me.

One minute Iím living my normal life, the next, the dark and overpowering masked stranger is staring down at me as I try and struggle free.

He has trapped me and wants information.

My heart is racing, I know he will sexually interrogate me to get what he wants from me.

Who is he and why does he want it.

Moreover, I donít have the information to give him.

He starts to tighten the straps, lifts me into suspension and lights his fire wand.

As he brushes the flame against my thigh, I close my eyes and clench my fists.

My time is fast running outÖÖ.

Product type: EBook    Published by: author - self-published    Published: 02 / 2018

No. words: 5000

Style: Sex Slavery / Training, Bondage/BDSM Fetishes

Available Formats: MobiPocket (MOBI)  EPUB  PDF  This book has a format which can be downloaded to Kindle


Iím suspended in the air, my ankles tied to my wrists, and both of them in turn tied to a suspender bar. Face up, legs spread and my crotch visible to anyone who wants to see.

But the only person around for miles is a guy called Alessandro Marquez, who had abducted me from my office earlier today and is responsible for the way Iím currently positioned. Iím wearing nothing but boots and a collar that he has given me, and the room we are in is unheated. Shivers run up my spine, whether of fear or anticipationÖor even pleasure, Iím not so sure.

Ordinarily, had a stranger abducted me and then proceeded to strip and suspend me in thin air, I wouldíve been shitting my pants. But here, anticipation as to what he might do next overpowers whatever fears I might have. I donít know why, but ironically, my abductor makes me feel safe. For some reason I cannot put my finger on, my instincts tell me toÖtrust him. Trust him to treat me like some sort of sex toy, but also trust him to not really harm me.

At the moment, the former seems like the more viable possibility, so I stop mulling things over and bring my focus back to him. He is standing in front of a shelf, trying to decide which toys to use. I still donít know why heís brought me here, or what sort of erotic interrogation heís about to conduct, but I find myself worried more about how eagerly my body might react, as I am about who he is. It seems to be enough that he is lip-smackingly gorgeous: 6í4Ē, lean (I never could see the appeal of muscular hunks), just the right density of beard, brown eyes. To top all that, he has the deepest of the deep baritones for a voice.

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