Rough and Ready

By Polly J Adams

Sometimes it's hard to say, "Yes." Sometimes you need to be persuaded before you're ready to submit. Sometimes what you want is what you'd never actually admit to wanting... Three in a Book: three explicit stories of submission and restraint to fuel your wildest fantasies!

Taken at the Club
They tied me with silk scarves. One at each wrist, stretching my arms out to either side. One at each ankle, spreading my legs. I felt vulnerable, exposed; my pussy, especially. Uncovered, open to all. Were they standing at the foot of the bed, studying me? I'd wanted to sleep with other men, lots of them, in order to get Reuben out of my system. I hadn't meant quite like this...

Captive at the Billionaires' Sex Club
When Kate decided to spend the summer as a waitress at parties for the super-rich, she knew she would be moving in circles she'd never encountered before - a completely different world. It turned out to be a world of depravity and pure unbridled lust she had never even dreamed about. That summer, she discovered the Billionaires' Sex Club. An explicit novella of bondage, dubious consent and more.

Taken to the Edge (a story of rough sex)
Handcuffed to the bed, gagged, parallel lines of red welts running down his chest where she's clawed him... this is what he wants, this is his fantasy: tie him down, take him right to the edge, and keep him there. "No," she tells him, "don't you come. Don't you dare come yet." But does he want it all? He loves her dirty mind, but does he realise quite how far she is willing to go?

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Grieve Press
• Release date: Sep 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370292295

Polly J Adams

Writing under other names, PJ Adams is a successful novelist, with several novels published by major publishing houses and optioned for movies. As PJ Adams, she writes in the genre closest to her heart, erotic romance - love stories with that added heat, including the popular series, The Object of His Desire. Working as Polly J Adams, she writes best-selling erotica, relationship stories crammed full of explicit sex. Among Polly's most popular stories are the Knee-tremblers and Indulgence series about a young woman's relationship with the wealthy owner of a New England sex club.

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Three in a Book...

ROUGH AND READY

Stories of rough sex and dubious consent

Polly J Adams

James Grieve Press

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Contents

Taken at the Club

They tied me with silk scarves. One at each wrist, stretching my arms out to either side. One at each ankle, spreading my legs. I felt vulnerable, exposed; my pussy, especially. Uncovered, open to all. Were they standing at the foot of the bed, studying me? I’d wanted to sleep with other men, lots of them, in order to get Reuben out of my system. I hadn’t meant quite like this...

Captive at the Billionaires’ Sex Club

When Kate decided to spend the summer as a waitress at parties for the super-rich, she knew she would be moving in circles she’d never encountered before - a completely different world. It turned out to be a world of depravity and pure unbridled lust she had never even dreamed about. That summer, she discovered the Billionaires’ Sex Club. An explicit novella of bondage, dubious consent and more.

Taken to the Edge

Handcuffed to the bed, gagged, parallel lines of red welts running down his chest where she's clawed him... this is what he wants, this is his fantasy: tie him down, take him right to the edge, and keep him there. No, she tells him, don't you come. Don't you dare come yet. But does he want it all? He loves her dirty mind, but does he realise quite how far she is willing to go?

Afters: about the author, and more sets of Three in a Book

Published by James Grieve Press

© Polly J Adams 2016

The books included in this set were first published separately and are all © Polly J Adams.

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Taken at the Club

They tied me with silk scarves. One at each wrist, stretching my arms out to either side. One at each ankle, spreading my legs.

I imagined that I was tied to a big iron-framed bed. No head-board or foot-board to get in the way. The bed would stand free in the middle of a large room, with no other furniture. No: maybe a few comfortable chairs up against the walls; a chaise longue even. Space for onlookers, voyeurs, non-participants.

There were people in the room. I could hear them, the occasional low rumble of conversation, the shuffling of feet. I could sense the air stirring as they moved around, feel the jog of the mattress as they came to the bed.

All in my imagination, my interpretation of my senses.

I couldn't see.

The blindfold took care of that.

§

No one had touched me since I had been led into this room, guided onto the bed, secured.

Already, I had lost track of how long I had been there. It could have been only a minute or two; it could have been much longer.

My hips were aching from the way my legs had been spread, just a little too wide.

I felt vulnerable, exposed; my pussy, especially. Uncovered, open to all. Were they standing at the foot of the bed, studying me? Assessing me?

I twisted, straining a little against my restraints. Not to get free, just to ease the aches.

I felt a little anxious, and a lot excited.

Lying exposed like this, it was odd how so much of my sensitivity, my awareness, had migrated to my pussy.

I rolled my hips in what I hoped must look an inviting way.

I wanted them. All of them. I wanted to be fucked.

§

I sensed movement, a draught, cool air flowing over my body.

A jogging, as someone settled against, or on, the mattress.

A hand! flat against my belly.

And then another beside it.

Another cupped my face, and then there were hands all over me, stroking me, caressing me. Fingers pinching at my nipples, clawing along my arms, running over my ribs. Hands on my feet, enclosing me, pressing.

Others on my legs, my hips, and then, finally, one pressing down on my freshly shaved pubic mound, fingers pressing against my pussy lips.

More hands, sliding beneath me: my back, my ass, finding the crack between my buttocks, pressing against that dark opening and entering me as more fingers slid inside my cunt.

My whole body, alive with hands and fingers.

§

Hands all over me, but that was only the beginning.

No: the beginning was earlier.

The beginning was when I had told Reuben, my illicit love, that we had to part.

§

This couldn't go on. I had to get it out of my system. I had to get him out of my system.

Reuben.

I couldn't keep seeing him.

I worked with his wife, Katie. She had become a friend. I knew their marriage was on its last legs, but even so... I couldn't be the one who tore them apart.

If we carried on, it was only going to blow up in our faces.

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