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Bound and Initiated by Emily Tilton

Bound and Initiated by Emily Tilton

After intelligence analyst Sarah James is sent to infiltrate an underground organization known for its ritualistic sexual practices, she soon finds herself signing a contract which gives the group permission to train her for absolute submission to the men in charge, including punishing any disobedience as they see fit.

When she fails to comply with an order to strip naked for an intimate inspection, Sarah is given a punishment strapping, followed by a thorough, humiliating medical exam while her bottom is still burning hot and sore. Then, fearful but more aroused than she’s ever been in her life, Sarah meets the handsome, aristocratic Robert Bennet, the man she will serve.

After her first night in Robert’s strong, unyielding arms, Sarah realizes that her long-buried desires for a man to master her body completely are finally being fulfilled. Though it shames her deeply, even being shared with other men at her master’s command excites her more than she could have ever imagined.

But with Sarah’s handler at the CIA due to extract her at any moment, will she betray Robert and abandon the passion he has set ablaze in her? And if Robert discovers her true identity, will he ever be able to forgive her?

Publisher’s Note: Bound and Initiated is an erotic novel that includes spankings, sexual scenes, medical play, anal play, exhibitionism, extensive BDSM content, and more. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Emily Tilton

eBook Price: $4.95

Length: 80,700 words

Excerpt

Sarah rose, and Claudia walked before her to the end of the hall, and opened the last door to reveal what seemed a normal medical gynecological examination room, with an exam chair to which plastic stirrups were affixed. With a thrill of fear, Sarah noticed that those stirrups seemed to have Velcro cuffs attached to them, and then that there were similar cuffs that must be for the patient’s wrists, to either side of the back of the chair.

“Go ahead and get undressed,” Claudia said, “and then hop up onto the chair. I’m going to secure you to it to get you ready for the examination. Then the doctor will come in.”

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Sarah complied, reaching back to unclasp her bra, then shrugging it from her shoulders. Claudia took it from her. “Lovely,” the elegant woman murmured, then, “And the panties, Sarah. I’ll be taking your underwear now; you won’t need it again.”

Her face hot once again, Sarah tugged the thong down, wincing a little as the fabric brushed against the welts Claudia had left with the strap. She bent and stepped out of the panties. Then she stood, looking down at the tiny garment in her hand, thinking about how, when she had bought these panties she had imagined a man—no specific man, just a hot, well-dressed one—lifting her skirt someday to reveal them, and understanding without needing to be told that though Sarah was a virgin, that was just because he hadn’t yet come along to discover that she wore lacy black panties. It was the kind of thought she imagined that the author of Forever Girl would have, really, but she had excused it to herself at the time, as she played with herself to the accompaniment of the fantasy, because Sarah herself had made the decision to buy the lingerie.

Claudia took the panties from her now. Sarah looked into the woman’s dark eyes, and saw in them that Claudia found Sarah pleasing. Distressed that the knowledge sent pleasure running through her nervous system, centered as always in the bud between her thighs that Sarah was increasingly coming to regard as treacherously independent of her rational mind, she turned to the exam table and, with the help of a footstool, clambered onto it.

She turned, but she kept her eyes lowered, unable to meet Claudia’s gaze. “Into the stirrups now, Sarah,” she said, and as the continual heat renewed itself in her cheeks, Claudia opened her, guiding first her right, then her left ankle into the cuffs, which she fastened securely. She looked down between Sarah’s legs. “Very cute,” she said. “Almost a shame to take away those golden curls.”

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