Bound: A BDSM Love Story

By Carla Pearce

Sarah is only twenty one but she had already experienced enough tragedy for a lifetime. She's alone and miserable but tries hard to fit in and fight her self-destructive thoughts. Coming to grips with her reality, Sarah is seriously depressed, or that's until she finds a job at a company that might offer her much more than she was expecting...

This is a short, approx 7000 word story.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Carla Pearce
• Release date: Feb 24, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311216687

Carla Pearce

I'm an independent erotica author who lives with her incredibly supportive husband and our baby, Nina, the dog. My fascination with human sexuality and everything erotic and sensual goes beyond writing. Having studied arts taught me to think creatively and concentrate on what's truly important in life - love and passion. Oh, and periodically some raw, carnal sex, of course, just to keep the fire burning.

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Bound:

A BDSM love story

Carla Pearce

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Copyright © 2016 by Carla Pearce

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 1

Fuck, I'm going to be late for the interview. Sarah cursed loudly, annoyed at herself. Why can't I wake up earlier?

Sarah had just a few seconds to put on some makeup. Rather than being late, she decided to grab the mascara and the lip gloss in hopes that maybe she'll have a minute or two at the traffic lights.

The next minute she was already starting her ten-year-old black Chevy. Halfway, she checked her wristwatch. It was ten thirty and the roads were pretty clear. It was passed rush hour. She was lucky the interview was scheduled at eleven. An hour earlier she'd have been stuck in a mile-long traffic jam.

She arrived ten minutes to eleven. Sarah wasn't the first interviewee. There were several girls in their best office wear sitting anxiously on a nearby leather couch. The reception was decorated in an old fashioned way. The walls were covered in a flower patterned wallpaper and as if flower pattern wasn't enough, there were two big flower pots beside the waiting sofas. The receptionist lady, a woman past her fifties, was sitting behind what appeared to be, a heavily scratched second-hand desk. She lifted her eyes and looked at me past her rimless pair of glasses.

Could I have your name, dear? She inquired of Sarah with a soft and pleasant voice.

Err... Yes, sure. It's Sarah. Sarah Thompson. She responded shyly.

Miss Thompson. Sure, I have you right here for eleven o'clock interview. You'll have to wait, honey. The receptionist said, rapidly eyeing the schedule.

Sure. I'll take a seat...

Would you like a cup of coffee or a glass of water? She asked kindly.

A cup of coffee would be really nice. Sarah made up her mind.

Sarah sat down to wait