Tied and Denied - Ella Louise - ebook
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Ella is an ordinary woman just like you or me. Except that she's a denial Sub, living in a mansion, constantly kept on the desperate edge by her occasionally-cruel Dom, the dark and unrelenting Damien. She is just one of many women who have given Damien complete control over their pleasure, but she is one of the few who has been able to withstand the constant, throbbing need. Until now.~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~I felt the handcuffs click into place a split second before he raised the chain above my head and slid it over a hook on the ceiling. My wrists were already chafed and red from many days in a row of being strung up like this. My arms were stretched over my head, extended so far that I had to stand on my toes to keep from hanging.He only needed one arm to raise me up this high. You could say a lot of things about Damien, but he was not a weak man.“I’m surprised you’re still here,” Damien said, raising an eyebrow as I winced in pain from the cuffs digging into my raw flesh again. “I thought you would have given me the safe word and left weeks ago.”He spoke casually, but he slapped me across my bare backside hard enough to leave a stinging hand print.“Why are you still here?”He spanked me again. I felt hot, stinging pain, followed by a rush of endorphins.I fought back the tears rising in the corners of my eyes and gave him the truth. I was long past feeling the humiliation of admitting it. “I haven't finished my punishment, sir.”

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Tied and Denied

BDSM Orgasm Denial Erotica

By Ella Louise

~~ All characters in this book are 18 or over. ~~

I felt the handcuffs click into place a split second before he raised the chain above my head and slid it over a hook on the ceiling. My wrists were already chafed and red from many days in a row of being strung up like this. My arms were stretched over my head, extended so far that I had to stand on my toes to keep from hanging.

He only needed one arm to raise me up this high. You could say a lot of things about Damien, but he was not a weak man.

“I’m surprised you’re still here,” Damien said, raising an eyebrow as I winced in pain from the cuffs digging into my raw flesh again. “I thought you would have given me the safe word and left weeks ago.”

He spoke casually, but he slapped me across my bare ass hard enough to leave a stinging hand print.

“Why are you still here, slut?”

He spanked me again. I felt hot, stinging pain, followed by a rush of endorphins.

I fought back the tears rising in the corners of my eyes and gave him the truth. I was long past feeling the humiliation of admitting it. “I haven't finished my punishment, sir.”

His hot breath on my neck sent goosebumps down my chilled skin as he leaned in close. “That’s right. You like being punished, don’t you?”

I nodded and choked out, “Yes, sir.” Again, the truth. A hard knot of desire radiated from between my legs and reinforced the fact that I meant what I said.

Damien grinned and stuck two fingers between my thighs, sinking them into my wet hole and curling them until I gasped. My nipples tightened as I squeezed my muscles down around his fingers. Hanging from my wrists and standing on my toes, I couldn’t move around much, but I did my best to grind against his hand and eke out whatever pleasure I was allowed to have today.

This was his daily inspection, to see how I was progressing. If I was wet and desperate enough, I would be rewarded, but if he felt like he could push me harder, he certainly would. It had been a month and a half since I was last permitted to orgasm. I knew I would pass today's inspection with flying colors.

Damien slid his fingers in and out of me a few times, slowly, enjoying how it made me writhe and moan.

“And what did you do to deserve such punishment?”

He drew his fingers out of my sopping pussy, sliding his index finger to the left of my clit and his middle finger to the right, applying pressure but never giving me the direct contact I craved. He traced two wet lines up and over my belly. He then dipped back between my legs to collect more of my wetness and massaged his slippery fingers over my nipples. He laughed softly as I threw my head back and bit back a loud groan.

“I asked for it, sir,” I answered, breathless.