Captured & Collared, now on sale!

Book 1 of the Magic Can Get You Anything Series, now only .99 cents, grab it at Amazon!

A dark graveyard, a fateful meeting by pure chance, and one young woman is wrapped up in the seductive claws of magical enslavement.

Lana is clever and brave, but her luck has never been the best. Attending her college and studying magic and artifacts, she finds herself drawn deep into the world of treasure hunting. Unfortunately, this pulls her into the intimidating eyesight of a man known for his power, and his cruelty.

That one cold night, her fate begins, and Lana is soon crawling into a world where everyone has a say in what she can, or cannot do, but herself. What do these powerful men want from her, and is it possible for her to sink further into the seductive magic of temptation and pleasure?

This story is part 1 of the Magic Can Get You Anything series, and contains 8,000 words of bondage, forced slavery, domination and submission, first time oral, forced orgasms, humiliation, anal play and erotic sex toy penetration.

Excerpt:

When he released her, she yanked back and fell on her ass, coughing into her hands, seed dribbling from the corner of her mouth.

“That was almost pretty good,” he sniffed, grinning down at her disheveled form. Her hard yellow eyes almost glared back, but she recalled why this had happened, and flickered them to the ground quickly. Her palms were sticky, and she didn't know what to wipe them on.

“Lick them clean,” came the rumbling voice of not Saven, but Manos. Immediately, she ran her tongue over her palms, sucking on her fingers.

I can’t piss them off, they haven’t killed me yet… I might be okay.

“That was a good show, Saven.” Manos hissed, and there was some brief applauding from the other men, the people he had called his Minions.

“She seemed to enjoy it. It’s hard for me to accept that was her first time sucking someone off.” Saven's sneer was almost audible, and her humiliation reared up again. Her skin felt hot and sweaty, and she rubbed her palms on her sleeves uneasily.

Slipper clad feet approached, and she quickly got to her knees. She didn't know what to expect now. “Good,” Manos said in his oily way, “now, stand up.” Once more she moved as fast as she could, her hands fidgeting nervously, she wasn't clear on where to put them. “Did you like doing that for Saven, girl?”

Think, think… what do they want to hear.

Panic flared, and she went with gut instinct. “Yes, ah... I… I did.”

There was a heavy air, as if something expectant was about to happen. The next words slithered free softly.

“Prove it, show us.”

“What?” She said, stunned and confused, her buttery eyes rising to stare up at the tall imposing man. She saw his frown, starting to form at the corners, eyes lighting with angry flames. “I don’t... I mean…” Her hands clenched in the hem of her skirt, and she realized, a second fast enough to avoid another blast of espradonime, what Manos wanted. Slowly, but deliberately and with eyes downcast, she lifted her skirt up until her shaking, milky white thighs were revealed. And, more importantly, the visibly damp pair of panties. She shook with the effort of not dropping the garment, it was all so horrible; all so arousing.