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Paranormal
Erotic Romance
Bondage ebook
isbn: 978-1-60767-1398 |
Tied
Up For Love
published
by Tease Publishing
Filla
is a nymph used to the raucous ways of a Dionysian festival and allows a
handsome newcomer, Marsyas, to strip her down for a passionate interlude while
tied to a tree. After time spent alone, together, she knows little about
him beyond the physical. However, her feelings for him are growing until
he brings her back for the next festival, and suddenly she's not sure of
anything.
Love is found in the most unlikely places,
but will it last?
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Excerpt
Ecstatic madness swirled around the clearing as
Dionysus, god of wine and theater, skipped and danced through revelers with his
mighty thyrsus in hand. Honey rained
from the fennel stick and pine cone top onto random attendees, encouraging their
passions to the surface, and ultimately to mate with whomever or whatever was
closest. He whipped them further
into a frenzied mindset and pushed them deeper into satisfying their lust for
flesh. There were only two ways the
frantic celebrants could shake loose the need infiltrating their minds and
bodies, either through sex or violence.
Filla was a nymph, devotee of the god’s.
Thankfully she’d never experienced the desire to tear another living
being apart. She hadn’t been a
follower for as many years as some, she wasn’t that old, but had been around
long enough to discover a few of the secrets surrounding Dionysus and how he was
worshipped. The disciples who were
comfortable focusing on the wine and theater aspects saw little else, not the
bad side of their favored divinity, and not his strong links to both life and
death. Powerful and well supported,
he was an immortal that shouldn’t ever be crossed.
As far as she was concerned devotion to the
patron deity of agriculture and all the good he freely offered the community she
chose to live within didn’t mean she had to compromise the standards she chose
to live by. To both celebrate the
final step in bringing the collective wine to fruition and to make it through an
event in one piece, mentally and physically, would only be accomplished if she
kept her distance from the people she knew to be unstable.
The negative aspects of honoring the god weren’t enough to deny the
sexual cravings that held her captive when it was festival time.
Previous encounters had been gratifying, even fulfilling, but she’d had
a taste of something better. Someone
that made her happy and dreams appear possible, and he was at her side.
Marsyas.
They walked through the clearing, past a group
of wild maenads eager for the sacrifice to start.
She had her arm around his sleek warm waist and smiled feeling his around
her shoulders, holding her close. They’d
physically connected at the previous event and hadn’t spent a moment apart
since. A Dionysian festival was not
the place to find love, but their time since, spent at his place overlooking the
sea had been filled with her feelings for him growing deeper, more complex.
She wouldn’t label them love, there were too many unknowns to be
discovered, too many questions to be answered, barriers in both of them to be
knocked down, although her heart remained open for him to fill.
She’d always considered herself an
adventurous woman when it came to embracing what life offered, but he’d shown
her how much she’d been missing by giving her mind, body and soul over to the
devotion of another. The past few
months had been enlightening and full of pleasure, and she hadn’t wanted it to
end. Happiness had wiped all thought
of attending the big spring festival from her mind.
She’d been caught off guard when he mentioned bringing her back to the
temple in time for the celebration. The
move left her with questions, doubts really.
Had he lost interest in her?
In them and where they might have been headed?
The attentive care he continued to treat her with didn’t support the
concern, but sometimes actions hid the truth. Filla
knew she should ask him what was going on, but they were headed toward their
special place, at least she thought it was special, and didn’t want to break
the mood.
A startlingly loud yell broke into her thoughts
and she looked around to see where the sound had come from.
There were plenty of people shouting their fun, groaning their pleasure,
but the cry had sounded like one of terror, and then she found the source.
Not too far from the tree where they’d
culminated their relationship was a man stretched across a long stone who held
his ass cheeks open for a centaur who stood between his legs.
While she watched, he was slowly fed a long thin cock, and the yell
turned into a moan. The man appeared
to be enthralled by the others possession of his backside and she felt her body
react to that discovery.
“You’re remembering when I first took your
delicate sweet ass, aren’t you honey.”
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