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Monday, March 25, 2013

Release Day for Sex Slave by Natalie Acres

The following is an excerpt and promotion for Sex Slave. It is not for the faint at heart.

Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Spanking, Suspension Bondage, MFM/BDSM, Submissive Auction

Sex Slave (MFM)

This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, April 1st.

[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Cowboy Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, public exhibition, flogging, whipping, sex toys, HEA]

Trying to outrun a destructive relationship, Kimberly Cartwell finds passion and protection through the love and admiration of two powerful Doms. Unveiling secrets about Kimberly’s past, Wyatt Clanton and Sebastian Ketchum purchase Kimberly’s time at a lifestyle benefit auction and prepare a rigorous submissive training program, one destined for an unwelcomed interruption.

International trouble follows Kimberly to Sebastian Ketchum’s estate. Once Kimberly is abducted, Sebastian and Wyatt are determined to find her. Pooling their resources, Sebastian and Wyatt discover Kimberly and her abductor at a South Carolina exhibitionism club. Realizing there is only one way to shield Kimberly from her past, Sebastian and Wyatt plan a train trip.

During their travels, Wyatt and Sebastian learn Kimberly not only wants to serve and please, but she is also interested in extreme BDSM. As she escapes a man who nearly ruined her, Kimberly surrenders free will by placing her faith and trust in the two men who have waited years to love her.


“Holy hell.” Sebastian released a guttural growl and turned his gaze to the ceiling.

Wyatt’s mouth dried as he processed.

All heads turned upward as a collective gasp fell across the crowd.

“Remind me to punish her for this,” Sebastian said.

“You’ll have to beat me to it,” Wyatt promised, glaring at the auctioneer.

Jaelon stood at the edge of the runway, making his presence there known. He flashed Wyatt and Sebastian a smile.

“If that rope snaps, I’ll fire him on the spot.”

“You should fire him for letting her agree to suspension bondage,” Wyatt pointed out.

“Who would’ve thought she would do something like this!”

The auctioneer tapped the microphone. “Gentlemen, meet Kimberly Cartwell.”

The cables snapped and Kimberly went flying through the air. Her flight was graceful, elegant, and certain to command attention, not to mention high bids for her time.

“What the hell was she thinking?”

Wyatt jerked. “She wants to show her willingness to explore placement in vulnerable situations.”

“Point taken,” Sebastian grumbled, acting as if he might leap from his seat and rush the stage.

As Kimberly’s stats were given, the auctioneer’s voice seemingly faded away. Wyatt watched Kimberly soar across the limited area hovering over the runway. In full suspension, Kimberly’s weight was supported by cables as the men on either side of the stage maneuvered her body across the crowd.

Hogtied in a horizontal teardrop suspension, Kimberly’s limbs were secured behind her back, forcing her voluptuous chest forward and exposing her crotch area.

“She did this for spite,” Wyatt pointed out.

“What did you do to piss her off?”

“Who would know,” Wyatt said.

Those in control of the overhead suspension points pulled her from one side to another. She was lowered over each potential bidder. One gentleman after another appraised her body, many of them nearly foaming at the mouth as they witnessed the eagerness of one woman’s willingness to submit.

“What is she?” Sebastian asked.

“An angel,” Wyatt suggested as her body inched closer to the air space above his head.

Every muscle in his body tightened as she came closer. Hard-core fantasies left him snagging ideas and placing them in his memory for safekeeping.

“Dear Lord, do you see that?” Sebastian asked, his tone strewn with lust of a different sort, a wantonness he apparently didn’t mind to voice. His expression changed as soon as her body passed over their heads.

“Gentlemen, all of you have had time to view our lovely participant this evening. As you can see, she is receptive to all forms of bondage and submission. We’ve never had a participant project such willingness in any of our auctions.”

The crowd cheered. Several men gave her a standing ovation.

The auctioneer continued, “When Miss Cartwell arrived this evening, she wore—”

As the auctioneer described Kimberly’s earlier attire, something out of the ordinary happened. Wyatt’s body went rigid. He tightly clenched his fists. “I’m jealous as hell.”

“Yeah, I hear ya,” Sebastian said, apparently unable to look away from her.

Silver clamps encased her pretty beaded nipples with the tiny claws barely visible against her dark areolas. Her bare, recently waxed mound made him as hard as granite, but those glistening pussy lips were almost his undoing.

“She’s wearing dual remotes,” Sebastian said, acting as if he were ready to leap to the stage, demand her release, and piss off more than half the men there. “What the hell was she thinking?”

Wyatt pointed out the obvious. “The auction is for a good cause. By agreeing to the hogtie, blindfold, suspension bondage, dual dildos, and nipple clamps, she will definitely go to the highest bidder with the deepest pockets.”

“Hell! I may not be able to afford her now!” Sebastian bellowed.

The thought had crossed Wyatt’s mind as soon as he eyed the men seated directly across from them. Ranchers from Texas, the Dillon brothers had more money than Sebastian. To make matters worse, they were whispering back and forth, shifting in their seats, and showing one another their cell phones.

“They’re figuring out the math,” Sebastian said, leaning closer. “They’re deciding how much they’ll spend on her per hour.”

“Any idea how much they’ll go?” Wyatt asked.

“A million an hour is what they paid for a submissive in New York last year. She was a fetish model who was well known for her suspension tricks, but she didn’t enter the arena like this. In fact, she’d gone to auction with an attitude and a half. She’d worn street clothes.”

“Let’s hope they like the defiance.”

“Let’s not,” Sebastian bit out. “Anyone can see that’s precisely what this is.”

Wyatt wondered about that, too. “You think she wants Neely to know about this?”

“Yes,” Sebastian replied. “And that pisses me off.”

“If she wants to make him angry, she may still care about him,” Wyatt pointed out.

“She’s bound to him because of the mind control he practiced.”

“You’d better come up with a plan,” Wyatt said, noticing the auctioneer taking a moment to retrieve his cell phone as well. “Our friend there is making comparisons. I can only imagine what the opening bid will be.”

“Gentlemen, we’re starting the bid at one million,” he said, the jibber-jabber of auctioneer lingo beginning.

“Two and a half,” one of the Texas billionaires called out.

“We have two and a half,” the auctioneer said, searching the crowd.

Wyatt glanced up at Kimberly. A gag stretched her lips wide, but he could tell by her flushed cheeks and her extended nipples—she was mighty impressed with the high bid on the table.

“Three,” Sebastian said.

“We have three. Who’ll pay three and a half?”

“Four.” The bid came in right away, and Wyatt ducked his head.

“It’s a good cause, remember,” he said, probing Sebastian.

“Six and a half,” Sebastian called out. “I see no reason to diddle-daddle around. She can’t hang around up there forever.”

“Ten million,” the brothers sang together.

Wyatt jerked. “Apparently they don’t want to dance either.”

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