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.An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publicationwww.ellorascave.comSubmission RevealedISBN 9781419911194ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.Submission Revealed Copyright © 2007 Diana HunterEdited by Pamela Campbell.Cover art by Syneca.Electronic book Publication May 2007This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502.This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental.The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.Content Advisory:S – ENSUOUSE – ROTICX – TREMEEllora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-rotic), and X (X-treme).The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers.This story has been rated E–rotic.S-ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.E-rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall word count.E-rated titles might contain material that some readers find objectionable—in other words, almost anything goes, sexually.E-rated titles are the most graphic titles we carry in terms of both sexual language and descriptiveness in these works of literature.X-treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution.Stories designated with the letter X tend to contain difficult or controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.Submission RevealedDiana HunterTrademarks AcknowledgementThe author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:Corvette: General Motors CorporationHickey–Freeman: Hickey–Freeman Co., Inc.Saturn: Saturn CorporationPrologueSarah always thought of this room as Phillip’s dungeon, even though the surrounding cream-colored walls reflected the morning sunlight when it poured in through the room’s only window.Every once in a while the sun’s rays would fall just right and glint off the bars of an uncovered cage, making her squint against the glare.When the room was filled with light, only the furnishings gave away the more sinister aspects of the refurbished cottage bedroom.No sunlight blinded her now, though.This Friday night, soft candlelight glimmered off the rich wood of the new contraption before her.Sarah shivered, goose bumps rising on her naked skin as she contemplated the black leather straps and padded surfaces that attached to the wood with solid metal brads.This was a piece of furniture designed to immobilize the unfortunate soul strapped onto it.She smiled.Or the fortunate one.Her heart beat harder as the love of her life stepped behind her and slid his arms around her waist.Knowing enough to keep her arms at her sides, Sarah couldn’t resist leaning back into the wonderful strength of Phillip Townsend.“Cold? Or excited?”His rich voice, soft and sexy, murmured in her ear.Sarah turned her head so she could look up into his wonderful brown eyes.“Both,” she replied, gasping a bit when his warm hand slid along the valley where her belly met her thigh.With arrow-sureness, his finger dipped between her parted legs to find the evidence of her arousal.“I’d say more excited than cold, my dear slave girl.”Sarah loved it when he called her that.She snuggled her back against him, brushing the side of her cheek against the soft material of his T-shirt.Although she wore nothing except leather cuffs around each wrist and ankle, Phillip remained fully clothed.The subtle statement of power was not lost on her.Especially not when he dragged his wet finger up along her belly, tracing her white cream in a line from her shaven mound all the way to her belly button.“So have you figured out what it is?” Phillip’s voice murmured in her ear, the caress of his breath weakening her knees.Trying to focus on the new piece of furniture, Sarah blinked hard and stared at the oddly placed pieces of wood and leather.The narrow top couldn’t be more than six inches wide, she decided—only about two feet long and covered with black leather that gleamed in the candlelight.Four legs supported the well-padded top, each leg splayed out for stability.Smaller pieces of wood, also padded in black leather, were bolted to each support.Black straps hung from several places on the contraption.“It looks like a mutant sawhorse,” she finally proclaimed.Phillip’s deep baritone laugh filled the room.“You’re not that far off [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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