WARNING: this book contains scenes of forced sexual activity, humiliation and graphic sex. Read on for an excerpt...but only if you enjoy the shadier sides of our desires...
Over My Enslaved Body (excerpt)
Mystic Shade
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The pain in her head from the
blinding light receded and Carol managed to open her eyelids enough to peek at
the man whose voice seemed so kind as compared to the brutes who had kidnapped
her. She blinked several times before he came into focus and she tried not to
respond to the incredible maleness of the man who knelt before her, care in his
dark eyes and his face etched with concern for her.
“Better?”
She nodded, the harsh light no
longer sending darts of pain into her skull.
He leaned back on his heels, his
eyes now surveying her, noting the bindings and the bruise on her cheek. She
saw the color come up in his face as his fingers touched her cheekbone and she
winced.
“That will be dealt with, don’t
worry.”
Harshness colored his voice and
Carol suddenly understood this was a man to be reckoned with. A man whose good
side you wanted to stay on. A flash of anger lit his eyes for only a moment,
but it gave her a glimpse of a very different sort of man under the surface.
Fear coiled in her belly as she realized this man was no more her friend than
the others.
As if he realized he’d let his mask
slip, he smiled. “I’m Jake and I know you have questions. Let me answer as many
as I can for you and then I’ll take that gag off so you can ask the rest.”
He stood, moving to a rather messy
desk in the far corner, coming back with a thin folder Consulting it, he ran
down his dossier on her.
“Name: Carol Walden. Age: 29, just
shy of 30.” He winked at her as if they shared a joke, but Carol didn’t get it.
“Occupation: owner of independent bookstore.” Looking at her again, he smiled.
“I like that…’independent bookstore.’ Shows spirit and a desire to not go with
corporate America.” He eyed her skirt and peasant blouse. “Suspect there’s a
very independent spirit inside that body of yours.”
His look made her want to squirm
again, but he was right. She did have an independent spirit and she let it
flare now, holding her chin defiantly high and letting her eyes flash a warning
at him that he’d best not mess with her.
He laughed outright. “Good.” He
nodded and closed the folder. “Good to see. We’re going to have some fun
together, I can tell.” Throwing the folder onto the large table in the center
of the room, he sat beside it, one leg up, one down for balance.
“This is how it is, Carol Walden.
You have a friend, one Beth Gardner, who felt you needed a change. She’s
provided it, through me. I’m Jake Kariola and I run a…change business. Seems
she knows of your…fantasies…and since I fulfilled one of hers a while back, she
came to me to fulfill one of yours.”
Carol’s head reeled. Beth? Beth was
behind all this? Beth was her best friend…her confidant. Why would she have her
kidnapped? Kidnapping hadn’t ever been one of her fantasies. Was this all a
mix-up?
“You’ve been sold, Carol. I bought
you from Beth.”
Carol looked at him in panic. Okay,
that one they’d talked about…in an esoteric sense. About being human
property…bought and sold on the black market…sexual slavery…yeah. That had been
a fantasy. But only a fantasy.
Jake slid off the table and towered
over her, all traces of kindness now evaporated as the truth registered in
Carol’s face.
“Yes, I paid good money for you.”
He leaned down, his hands on the chair, fencing her in with his body, his face
inches from her own. She shrank back against the cold leather seat and he
followed. “You are mine now and I will do with you what I want.”
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