For Daniella all was darkness. The sleep mask he had slipped over her eyes encased her in velvet black. Every other sense was heightened. She heard the soft whirr of the fan and the rustle of his clothing, as perhaps he crossed his legs or shifted in his seat. She smelled the honeysuckle through the open window and the sharp tang of cologne whenever he drew close. She felt the prickling of cooling sweat on her exposed ski...

Finish what you started. Fucking defile me" - from Daniella Bound   Daniella's pulse raced. Her discomfort was real, but it was countered by a sense of wild excitement. She could have freed herself by a single sharp tug of her wrists but she did not want to. Not for an instant. Never in her life had she felt like this. She was irked that he had left her so damn long, but then it should hardly have surprised her now she ha...

For Eric all was darkness. He’d been dreaming of sunshine, a Cornish holiday from his youth. Vivid blue water of St Mawes’ bay, sunlight fragmenting on a thousand wavelets and dazzling the dreamer as he clutched his ice-cream cone harbour-side. Only, he was older now and Daniella Blanchford was seated with him on the bench, wearing a pale-yellow summer dress. She had sunglasses perched in her hair and ice-cream was spotti...

Daniella let her fingers crumple into her lover’s hair. She was possessed by a new kind of exhilaration. For a moment she clutched and caressed him, then she drew back his head and placed a kiss on his forehead. “The first thing you need to learn is patience,” she said. She trailed fingers through his dark hair, enjoying its thickness as she sat astride this powerful constrained man. You’re my plaything now. Hard part’s o...

Fuck! The word screamed inside Eric’s head, but the shock was such, as ice-water deluged him from balls to chin, that all he could do was suck in air and clench his ribcage. Then before he could catch hold of his gut reaction he spat out the words. “Fuck—you little …” He swallowed the rest, but wished to Christ she hadn’t heard that much. She was smug enough already. The sensation of intense cold ebbed, and all the others...

As Daniella placed her pretty naked body between his own cock and the one she had purchased, Eric sought to marshal his fighting spirit. He owed it to himself to do that much. Then she flicked the cap on the bottle of lubricant, spilled the stuff all over the upper slopes of her breasts and let it roll down till it dripped from her nipples. His pitiful resistance crumbled, inwardly at least. “Shit.” Why not say it? She kn...

Darkness reigned once more over Daniella’s senses. The sun that blessed her naked ass was that of an Indian summer, July’s sweltering heat now long past. He’d bound her wrists to the wrought-iron bedrail with consummate care. “Grip it first. Take a tight hold – get comfortable.” The silk of his tie was smooth against her skin, however tightly the garment was secured. Eric’s touch upon her was light—his hands gliding from...