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Hearts & Handcuffs:
By Lisabet Sarai
Light-hearted, romantic BDSM erotica (X rated)
Smashwords ISBN: 9781310237591
Never Get Tired of Kink
I don’t know why I don’t get bored. At this point, I’ve been writing BDSM stories for nearly seventeen years. Yes, I’ve been sidetracked a few times into other genres, but somehow I always return to my first love.
Some of my tales of dominance and submission are pretty heavy. They’re about life-changing experiences, difficult choices, crises of trust. The stories in Hearts & Handcuffs aren’t like that. These tales all share a mood of fun. The characters, both tops or bottoms, enjoy themselves immensely.
As I did, writing them, and hope that you will, reading them.
Are you ready for your spanking? You know you want it...
Kink can be life-changing, cathartic, a spiritual experience. Sometimes, though, it’s just plain fun—particularly when your partner is someone special. Hearts & Handcuffs presents the lighter side of BDSM—the naughty joy to be found in exploring your pervy fantasies with someone whose desires complement your own—in six sizzling short stories that showcase Lisabet Sarai’s famously sexy prose.
In “Spank-o-gram”, a grumpy birthday boy receives an unexpected gift from his distant lover. “Wired” shows the extremes a woman will go to in order to get the attention of the man she wants. A neglected and frustrated slave turns the tables on her master in “Domestic Goddess”. In “Spank Me Again, Stranger”, a city gal learns how they celebrate birthdays out in ranch country. A case of mistaken identity leads to a dream come true in “Routine Maintenance”. The title tale “Hearts and Handcuffs” is a Valentine’s Day role playing romp, complete with costumes.
Open the cover, dive into Lisabet Sarai’s imagination—the ultimate aphrodisiac—and savor these gems of romantic kink.
Amazon US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01FE2ADB4/
Amazon UK - https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01FE2ADB4/
Smashwords - https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/635210
PG Excerpt (from “Routine Maintenance”)
Carlos had never dared to dream that he'd see one in real life. He recognized it right away from all the clips he'd downloaded, but what was it doing here, in the high-ceilinged bedroom of this ritzy Murray Hill brownstone?
Criss-crossed, black-enameled planks, tall as he was, mounted on a sturdy base. Leather cuffs at the ends of the X, apparently adjustable to accommodate different heights and body types. Carlos swallowed hard as he noted the penis-shaped device jutting out just below the spot where the arms of the cross met. It was cleverly designed to slide vertically, with several stops, so that it could be aligned with the victim's various orifices.
A St. John's cross! Ignoring the instructions of the housekeeper who had admitted him to the house, Carlos drew open the heavy drapes so he could see more clearly. The sun poured in. Right away, the room got hotter. But Carlos was already sweating with excitement.
If they had a cross, then they'd need other things, wouldn't they? Whips and crops, tawses and scourges, rubber gags and stainless steel nipple clamps. Carlos knew all about such things—in theory at least. He looked around at the sparse but luxurious furnishings. Aside from the bed— which was antique-looking brass with a silk spread—a wing-backed armchair, and the cross, there was a wooden chest against the wall opposite the window. He expected it to be locked, but only a simple latch kept it closed. Hardly daring to breath, Carlos raised the lid—and nearly came in his coveralls.
R-Rated Excerpt (from “Wired”)
I knelt between his thighs, spread wide by the cables around his ankles. Forcing myself to move slowly, to build the suspense, I reached for his fly.
He jumped at my first touch. My panties muffled his protest. “Don't you dare come,” I ordered, as I drew the zipper down. “Not until I give you permission.”
His cock sprang up through the gap I made. Behind the gag he whimpered like a beaten dog. Saliva gathered in my mouth. Pussy juice trickled from my cleft.
Patience, Liz. Give him what he needs. Then you can take your pleasure.
Trying to ignore the pulse between my thighs, I rolled back onto my heels and stood upright, then pulled out my cellphone. “Now you're ready, Krishna. Now that you're—controlled—I'm going to capture this for posterity.” I pointed the camera lens at his bound form.
He grunted, shaking his head violently, tugging against the cables and the scarves. For a moment I worried that he'd topple the chair.
“Hush! Don't worry. This will be our little secret—as long as you behave, that is. Don't you want to see what you look like?”
He calmed. He rested in his bonds, motionless and silent. Only his eyes spoke.
“You're beautiful,” I whispered, framing his cable-wrapped form on the screen and snapping the shutter. “Beautiful and perverse and unbelievably hot.”
I stuffed the mobile back into my right pocket and pulled a condom from my left. I had waited long enough.
X Rated Excerpt (from “Spank Me Again, Stranger”)
Jake retrieved her shoe. She remained there, unresisting, while he slipped her foot back into the sandal and tightened the strap. “Happy Birthday, Audra! You took that like a trouper.” His lips brushed hers for a moment, but were gone so swiftly she thought she might have imagined the gesture. “Everyone, let's give our birthday girl a big hand...”
Audra stumbled off the stage and pushed her way through the cheering crowd. The pressure in her swollen pussy and the ache in her punished ass were her only realities. She had to get away, find some privacy, give herself some relief.
The ladies' room was outside, behind the building. Audra followed the signs. She practically burst into tears when she found the one-person facility was occupied.
She couldn't wait. Slipping into the shadows, she crumpled her skirt to her waist and yanked her panties down to her knees. The fabric scraped over her pummeled ass. Damn him! She wouldn't be able to sit down for days. The perverse thought just made her hornier.
Spreading her thighs wide, she plunged two fingers into her slick hole while settling her thumb against her clit. Pleasure arced up her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Yes...” she hissed. “Oh, yeah...”
She was on the brink already—right where that bastard had left her. Her clit spiked up, engorged and hungry. She worried it back and forth, rubbing furiously. No time for teasing. She needed to come, right now.
Her climax gathered, winding tighter, drawing closer but still out of reach. The wail of a bass guitar leaked into the night as someone opened the door of bar. He was in there, playing his music as if nothing had happened, while she pinched her clit and ground her fist into her cunt like a maniac. Damn him, she'd make him pay, she'd make him...
“Let me do that.” A massive man-shaped silhouette blocked out the stars.
Lisabet Sarai writes in many genres, but BDSM will always be her first love. Her debut novel Raw Silk has become a kink classic, and her recent genre-busting BDSM erotic romance The Gazillionaire and the Virgin has been praised as “realistic D/s with hot as hell kinky sex”.
You’ll find information and excerpts from all Lisabet’s books on her website (http://www.lisabetsarai.com/books.html), along with more than fifty free stories and lots more. At her blog Beyond Romance (http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com), she shares her philosophy and her news and hosts lots of other great authors. She’s also on Goodreads and finally, on Twitter.
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