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Peter is a sex addict. His raging libido drives him to a string of one-night stands with women he picks up at his usual haunts: bars, clubs, wherever he can find attractive women looking for sexual thrills and no attachments. In his mind he is the ultimate hedonist, a sex-machine, a stud extraordinaire. Little does the self deluding Peter know that his world is about to turn upside down. One night, while basking in the afterglow of hot sex, he feels a stinging pain in the back of his hand. His latest conquest has just stabbed him with a hypodermic! When Peter awakens, he’s chained to a bed, locked in a desolate cell. Panic hits, fear rises. Then the cell door suddenly bursts open and in strides the formidable beauty Mistress Serena. Peter is her captive, soon to be her slave. A regimen of sex, teasing, sodomy and torture follow. But rather than resist, the once macho Peter is taken to the heart of submissive desires he never knew he had. Now his only thought is how he can lovingly please his Mistress, even when her demands seem impossible, even when they are terrible…

This title contains graphic language, anal sex, domination, bondage and sadomasochism.

EBOOKS BY eXcessica publishing

EBOOKS BY Alex Jordaine

He awakens helplessly bound to a bed, and suddenly she’s there… the formidable Serena.

He let out a gasp and jumped in his bonds when the door crashed open and the woman swept in. He’d been certain he would recognise her but no, he’d definitely never seen her before. He would without a shadow of a doubt have remembered it if he had ever set eyes on her previously because she was quite stunningly beautiful, a dark-haired Amazonian vision beyond compare.

She had exotically high cheekbones, a straight nose, generous lips, and big hypnotic eyes the color of mahogany. Her black hair was soft and shiny and hung straight down to her shoulders. She had a lush body, with a big frame and a sumptuous well-proportioned figure. It was displayed to great effect by the extremely short, almost see-through purple dress she was wearing and underneath which she was obviously naked.

The dress cupped and undulated across the defined roundness of her magnificent breasts and thighs. Her large breasts swung and swayed beneath the diaphanous material through which her stiff, thick nipples were clearly outlined. The flimsy purple dress rode up over her strong thighs that quivered and rubbed together as she strode with measured treads toward Peter. She was a tall woman, made even taller by the very high heeled black shoes she was wearing.

She took his breath away, she was so incredibly beautiful. Peter would have been turned on as never before by this glorious-looking Amazon, with her wonderful looks and majestic air and powerful sexual allure, if he hadn’t been so terrified of the situation he was in, hadn’t been so terrified of her.

Because, stunning to look at though she was, she gave off a decidedly sinister aura. She seemed to Peter, in the extremely panicky state he’d gotten himself into, to glow with malice and homicidal intent, reinforcing his conviction that he was going to be murdered. He looked at her, wide eyed with fear as she stood over him.

“Hello Peter”, she said, peering down at him. Her lips drew back from her teeth into a smile that didn’t travel as far as her dark-brown eyes. Those eyes were icy cold, unnerving him even more.

“Please don’t kill me,” he pleaded, blurting out the words.

“Now, why would I want to kill you?” she replied, her face expressing nothing but slight amusement, but still not in those icy dark eyes. They remained just as cold, just as hard.