Held Down and Tied Up

By Angeline Figura

Marcus is the first real dominant Alina Waters has ever met, and she desperately wants to please him. As she learns what it means to be his submissive, Alina starts to wonder what exactly Marcus will unlock with the little, golden key that’s always hanging around his neck.

Contents:

Chapter One: Ropes
Chapter Two: Control
Chapter Three: Punishment
Chapter Four: Limits
Chapter Five: Trust
Chapter Six: Reward

• Language: English
• Publisher: Serpent Publications
• Release date: Jun 12, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310666094

Angeline Figura

Angeline Figura enjoys being a perpetual person-in-progress and amateur erotica author. She uses writing as a creative outlet for fiction fantasies she thinks others might enjoy. Some of her writing projects are based in reality -- her own or someone's she knows -- while others couldn't possibly be. Stories that blend reality and surreality well are her latest passion projects.

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Held Down and Tied Up (BDSM Submission Domination Shibari Bondage Spanking Erotica)

by: Angeline Figura

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*Author’s Note: All characters within are over the age of eighteen and consent freely to the acts described. Happy Reading!

Contents:

Chapter One: Ropes

Chapter Two: Control

Chapter Three: Punishment

Chapter Four: Limits

Chapter Five: Trust

Chapter Six: Reward

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Chapter One: Ropes

The thick, nylon cord slid snake-like between my legs. I felt it slide down past my knee and tighten around my right ankle, then my left. He bound my legs together tightly and looped the rope up and around my waist. The thick cord dug into the soft skin above my hips.

Arms back now, he instructed, giving me no time to move before grabbing both of my arms, causing me to fall forward face-first into the pillow. I struggled for a moment to work my way up for air.

He was an artist with ropes and had an array of colors and sizes in a pile next to me on the bed.

Bending over me, he caressed my back with both hands. Turning me over and taking in every inch of my bare skin, he seemed entranced in thought, planning what he was about to do..