Where There's a Will

By Lee Ash

Sandra and Karen started as roommates, eager to learn what life was all about. Their relationship soon took them down dark paths of ecstasy, bondage and pain. Eventually, they quit school to spend their time on bondage and sex.

When times turned hard, they decided to become Black Widows, but it wasn't long before the fragile partnership became troubled, and a betrayal would lead one to show the other the true meaning of erotic pleasure and the depths of forbidden pain.

(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme sexual depictions of consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Oct 24, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301848492

Lee Ash

Lee Ash lives in the United Kingdom and enjoys writing for the benefit of a variety of utility bills, creditors and tax authorities. He has published a couple of novels, novellas, a handful of short stories and articles, and one poem. Among them are: Aversion Therapy, Oral Contract, Captured Cat Burglar, Payment in Pain, and Slave Challenge. He is currently working on another full-length novel that includes sexual slavery, CP, and a host of other variations on his weekend hobbies. You can contact him at lee-ash at lisetteashton.co.uk.

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Where There’s a Will

By Lee Ash

Where There’s a Will

Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Darker Pleasures. All rights reserved.

Beta read by Susan Foulkes

Cover image by sergeykolesnikov/123RF Stock Photos

Smashword Edition, License Notes

This work contains graphic language and sexual depictions of sometimes extreme consensual and semi-consensual female bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters places and incidents are products of the authors’ imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. For information, address Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

Karen glared at the red leather chair as though Sandra was already sitting there. She had spent a frantic morning pacing, anxiously staring out of the windows, smoking too many cigarettes, and quietly fretting about what was going to happen. A part of her wished Sandra would just get there so they could have it out and get it over with. Another part of her, the part that understood how unpredictable and dangerous Sandra could be, silently prayed that moment would never arrive.

Aching with tension, weary from her own apprehension, she decided to sit down. The antique red leather chair wasn’t an option—it was an unspoken rule that the chair was Sandra’s domain even though it was Karen’s house. So, Karen dropped heavily on the settee. Her heart was racing. Her hands trembled. She flexed and un-flexed her fingers, wondering if she should smoke, knit or masturbate to keep herself occupied. She settled on the last, easing one hand down her lower belly and the other up under her blouse to her breast.

She and Sandra had been friends since they were roommates in college. Always trying to outdo each other, their relationship had started off amicably. It quickly turned sexual, wonderfully so, but now it was spiraling down to a conclusion she didn’t want to contemplate.

Sandra had always been the one that set the pace. Sandra had always been the one who stretched the boundaries of decency and morality. A half smile twisted Karen’s lips. She circled her clit and tweaked her