Just because you are a bondage slave for hire, do you deserve to die on Halloween night?
I did it! My first BDSM novel!! Also my first vampire story!!! Still can’t believe it’s released TODAY!!!!Seriously, I’m real excited about this release. I decided to try my hand on BDSM, and I had loads of fun writing it. Not to mention excitement. ‘Cause I discovered it can be really sexy, if I applied my style to it. The Erotic Romance with an Edge style, which is just perfect for hard-core BDSM scenes. And the horror ties in just right, with all its Halloween mystery and intrigue. So here’s to BDSM and to a spooky Halloween!
Bondage Slave For Hire
AUTHOR Laura Tolomei
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GENRE: Erotica, Gay LGBT, Ménage à trois/quatre, Multiple Partners, Paranormal, Horror, Shapeshiter, Vampires, Demons, Holiday, m/m/m, m/m/m/f
ISBN: 9781771117180
HEAT LEVEL: 4 flames
PAGES: 309
WORD COUNT: 90.558
RELEASE DATE: 15 October 2013
PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books
COVER ARTIST: Carmen Waters
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MMMF EROTIC MMMF EXCERPT
AUTHOR Laura Tolomei
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GENRE: Erotica, Gay LGBT, Ménage à trois/quatre, Multiple Partners, Paranormal, Horror, Shapeshiter, Vampires, Demons, Holiday, m/m/m, m/m/m/f
ISBN: 9781771117180
HEAT LEVEL: 4 flames
PAGES: 309
WORD COUNT: 90.558
RELEASE DATE: 15 October 2013
PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books
COVER ARTIST: Carmen Waters
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MMMF EROTIC MMMF EXCERPT
BLURB
Nothing satisfies Lilly. Not even working at The Dungeon BDSM Club as a bondage slave for hire. A slave looking for her true master. None have fit the bill so far. Until Terry. He spins her craving to fever pitch. And she might just fall in love with him, if she could only be his slave. Not just his. Julien and André’s, too. His gorgeous Creole lovers. Because they are the perfect Masters. But also keepers of the Black Room. On Halloween, she’ll discover just how bad and dangerous their pain-lust game can really be. Will she be able to fulfill their true needs? Or will she perish in the attempt?
To get your appetites up and running, here’s Lilly when she begs three gorgeous men to enslave her. Which, as she soon finds out, is not enough for them to accept her plea. And for those who prefer the more erotic side, click HERE for an MMMF sizzling hot excerpt.
MASTER EXCERPT
“Masters…”
Flung into the semi-dark dungeon, Lilly crouched on the ground. Stark naked. Forehead touching the cold floor.
From the little she had been able to determine, the place resembled The Dungeon Club. Same dungeon-style. Same chains and shackles on the walls. Hooks on the ceiling. Toys strewn around. All the works, only on a smaller scale. ‘Cause this dungeon was roughly the size of a normal house basement. A dark, musty place now lit only by the tall flames of a large brazier set in the middle of the chamber.
“Master Terry, Master André, Master Julien,” she continued as she had been instructed. “I beseech you.” Not daring to raise her head, as she had been instructed. “To grant me the honor and privilege of serving you.” Not even knowing if they were actually there. “In exchange, I surrender my body, mind and soul. From now on, my life belongs to you. From now on, you have total charge and control over it.”
True, she hadn’t seen any one of them. Not since being thrown inside the Mercedes. She hadn’t had her sight back until one of the three had removed her blindfold and tossed her inside the dungeon. Where there was too much energy for her to be alone.
“I will be yours. Your slave to all effects and purposes. At your complete disposal. Always. And everywhere. Yours to use as you see fit.” The words fell smoothly from her lips. “I vow to obey your every order and command now and forever. To submit to your complete domination, whatever form it takes now and in the future.” As if she meant all of them. “To serve you in whatever way, place and time you should ever require. To fulfill and satisfy your every demand, need and request, regardless of mine.” And maybe she did, for they felt right at gut level. “To endure or find pleasure in each and every kind of torture you’ll devise for me, now and in the future.” Like she had been born to say them. “Never ever will I betray you or your secrets.” Which she was coming to believe were many and varied. “Never ever will I leave you. Never ever will I take initiatives without your outright and formal permission or consent.”
Whatever or whoever they were, she didn’t care. She would crush her will and offer it to them, no matter the consequences.
“If I break any of these vows, I’ll accept whatever punishment you will decide upon, including death.”
Well, life seemed a small price to pay anyway, if compared to the incredible adventure she was about to embark on.
Silence fell in the dungeon. A heavy void that nailed her to the icy ground she had been talking to.
At first, she just waited. Then an insidious fear snuck up her spine.
What if they didn’t accept her plea? What if they sent her home, laughing and taunting her idiocy for presuming three gorgeous beings like them should ever want to have anything to do with her insignificant self?
The doubt further crushed her to the cold floor. She fought the instinct to raise her head and glance around. Suppressing the necessity to be reassured she wasn’t alone, she scolded herself for being as weak and as miserable as to want to prove it to them, too.
“Rise, slave.”
Finally, out of the darkness, Terry’s voice shot relief through her every fiber. And the room brightened immediately, as though a sun’s ray had just found its way inside.
Lilly scrambled to her feet, keeping her head lowered.
“Approach the brazier.”
Lulled by Terry’s warm voice, almost like in a trance, she advanced to where he commanded. The large, round thing stood on three slim, metal legs. The flames licked high, almost to the ceiling. A true wall of fire and scalding heat that was like a gust of hot air blew on Lilly’s face. One more step forward and it would’ve been unbearable.
So she stopped.
“Closer.”
The slight trace of impatience in Terry’s tone prompted her legs to move, even if she would’ve rather refused.
Now the fire scorched her skin. Literally. Also cut her breath off, if she had to be precise. Neither of which convinced her to budge from where her Master ordered.
“Slave, we are considering your plea.” It was Julien talking.
He had the deepest voice of all, with a slight Southern drawl she was learning to recognize.
“But first we need proof of your submission and obedience.” Now it was André’s turn.
“It will be no small privilege to serve us,” Terry picked up from where André left off. “A privilege you’ll have to earn, if you’re still set on giving yourself over to us.”
“I am.” To prove it, she stepped nearer to the wall of fire, risking that the flames burned her hair. “I want to be your slave.” No matter what.
“Then you’ll have to prove it,” Julien scoffed, uncaring of her very good intentions.
“I’ll do anything you order.” She meant it.
“What we ask is really quite simple.” Julien’s irony was a sure sign he was getting loads of fun in putting her in the most difficult positions.
Flung into the semi-dark dungeon, Lilly crouched on the ground. Stark naked. Forehead touching the cold floor.
From the little she had been able to determine, the place resembled The Dungeon Club. Same dungeon-style. Same chains and shackles on the walls. Hooks on the ceiling. Toys strewn around. All the works, only on a smaller scale. ‘Cause this dungeon was roughly the size of a normal house basement. A dark, musty place now lit only by the tall flames of a large brazier set in the middle of the chamber.
“Master Terry, Master André, Master Julien,” she continued as she had been instructed. “I beseech you.” Not daring to raise her head, as she had been instructed. “To grant me the honor and privilege of serving you.” Not even knowing if they were actually there. “In exchange, I surrender my body, mind and soul. From now on, my life belongs to you. From now on, you have total charge and control over it.”
True, she hadn’t seen any one of them. Not since being thrown inside the Mercedes. She hadn’t had her sight back until one of the three had removed her blindfold and tossed her inside the dungeon. Where there was too much energy for her to be alone.
“I will be yours. Your slave to all effects and purposes. At your complete disposal. Always. And everywhere. Yours to use as you see fit.” The words fell smoothly from her lips. “I vow to obey your every order and command now and forever. To submit to your complete domination, whatever form it takes now and in the future.” As if she meant all of them. “To serve you in whatever way, place and time you should ever require. To fulfill and satisfy your every demand, need and request, regardless of mine.” And maybe she did, for they felt right at gut level. “To endure or find pleasure in each and every kind of torture you’ll devise for me, now and in the future.” Like she had been born to say them. “Never ever will I betray you or your secrets.” Which she was coming to believe were many and varied. “Never ever will I leave you. Never ever will I take initiatives without your outright and formal permission or consent.”
Whatever or whoever they were, she didn’t care. She would crush her will and offer it to them, no matter the consequences.
“If I break any of these vows, I’ll accept whatever punishment you will decide upon, including death.”
Well, life seemed a small price to pay anyway, if compared to the incredible adventure she was about to embark on.
Silence fell in the dungeon. A heavy void that nailed her to the icy ground she had been talking to.
At first, she just waited. Then an insidious fear snuck up her spine.
What if they didn’t accept her plea? What if they sent her home, laughing and taunting her idiocy for presuming three gorgeous beings like them should ever want to have anything to do with her insignificant self?
The doubt further crushed her to the cold floor. She fought the instinct to raise her head and glance around. Suppressing the necessity to be reassured she wasn’t alone, she scolded herself for being as weak and as miserable as to want to prove it to them, too.
“Rise, slave.”
Finally, out of the darkness, Terry’s voice shot relief through her every fiber. And the room brightened immediately, as though a sun’s ray had just found its way inside.
Lilly scrambled to her feet, keeping her head lowered.
“Approach the brazier.”
Lulled by Terry’s warm voice, almost like in a trance, she advanced to where he commanded. The large, round thing stood on three slim, metal legs. The flames licked high, almost to the ceiling. A true wall of fire and scalding heat that was like a gust of hot air blew on Lilly’s face. One more step forward and it would’ve been unbearable.
So she stopped.
“Closer.”
The slight trace of impatience in Terry’s tone prompted her legs to move, even if she would’ve rather refused.
Now the fire scorched her skin. Literally. Also cut her breath off, if she had to be precise. Neither of which convinced her to budge from where her Master ordered.
“Slave, we are considering your plea.” It was Julien talking.
He had the deepest voice of all, with a slight Southern drawl she was learning to recognize.
“But first we need proof of your submission and obedience.” Now it was André’s turn.
“It will be no small privilege to serve us,” Terry picked up from where André left off. “A privilege you’ll have to earn, if you’re still set on giving yourself over to us.”
“I am.” To prove it, she stepped nearer to the wall of fire, risking that the flames burned her hair. “I want to be your slave.” No matter what.
“Then you’ll have to prove it,” Julien scoffed, uncaring of her very good intentions.
“I’ll do anything you order.” She meant it.
“What we ask is really quite simple.” Julien’s irony was a sure sign he was getting loads of fun in putting her in the most difficult positions.