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Smut Restrained: Bondage and Beatings from Good Manors @TalkSmut #bloghop #erotica #BDSM


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Welcome to my part of this celebration of bondage and all things tied up and restrained. I hope you enjoy my excerpt from Good Manors a whole novel that flirts and plays with BDSM fun!  Read on and answer a simple question to be in to win a signed physical copy of this book with extra Blisse goodies too!

Mallard Hall plays host to games of submission and Dominance for one unique couple, but do the secrets of the past threaten the new bonds being forged?

India Grace, a respected journalist, is assigned to the estate for a behind the scenes look at how it runs. It is the last place in the world she wants to be. Back when she was young and naïve she took a photo of old Lord Mallard, which led to her success and his downfall. She carries the guilt with her to the location and it’s constantly in the back of her mind when she meets the hall’s latest owner, Xander Patrick.

Xander’s father died when he was only thirteen, and he doesn’t hold many good memories of him. He helped his mum build Mallard Hall back up, and since her death struggles to keep it going single-handedly. The last thing he needs is a meddling journalist poking into estate business, especially when the meager profits are mysteriously disappearing.

The two try to keep their distance but find themselves drawn together in many unexpected ways. A meal leads to an investigation of secret passageways and from that India and Xander explore their attraction, using different rooms of the hall for their kinky games.

In the end India’s secret will have to come out, but will it bring the couple closer together or tear them apart?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of light BDSM and voyeurism.

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Xander has taken India on a tour around his home, Mallard Hall. They’re currently up in the Attic and the games are getting sexy. India has already gotten herself gagged for speaking out of turn…who knows what might happen next?

. “Would you like to play?”

India nodded.

“Good.” I reached back again and after a little rummaging pulled out a box of matches and lit the chunky cream candle before me. “If at any point you’re not happy with what’s happening shake your head. I will stop the moment I see that sign. That will be your non-vocal safe word. If you understand and you’re happy with that, nod now.”

India nodded eagerly.

“Wonderful. Okay, stand up.”

India stood, and I helped her kick off her shoes, then undid her top and pulled it away from her. I let her keep her skirt for the time being. I stroked over her shoulders and down her arms. I looked her in the eye and I saw a world of desire painted in her gaze.

“Come with me.” I held her hand and walked her toward my favorite beam. It was the kind of beam developers hate. A little above waist height, it made walking through the middle of the room a pain. But I loved its old, weathered wood and the height was perfect for what I wanted to do.

I escorted India over to the beam and lay her arm flat along it.

“Keep it there,” I said and walked round her to smooth the other arm flat. I stood back and flipped up her skirt. It was a beautiful sight—India bent forward, arse presented to me. “Don’t move.”

Hurrying across the floorboards, I picked up the rope and flogger in one hand and the candle in the other. I settled the candle just beyond her reach at the left hand side of the beam, then unwrapped the bundle of rope until I had enough to encompass her wrist. She twisted her head to watch as I tied then coiled the rope once, twice, three times around her wrist and the beam.

“Now, I could loop this over your neck and hold that down too but since you’re gagged I won’t do that.” I just ran the rope underneath her and to the other arm.

She shifted and looked at me again as I wound the other wrist to the beam.

“Is that okay?” I asked, very much aware of how vulnerable she was and both turned on and grateful for her submission.

India nodded, narrowly avoiding hitting the beam with her chin.

“Good, if it gets too much just shake your head, don’t stop shaking it. If I see that I will stop immediately, understand?”

She nodded, and I stroked down from the top of her head, through her long luscious hair onto her back and over her buttocks. The subdued moan she made intensified a moment later when I rubbed down between her buttocks and cupped her pussy in my hand.

“Wet already.” I tutted. “I’ve barely touched you yet.”

I wondered what to use first—the flogger or the wax? What a delicious decision I had to make. I took only a second or two to decide and picked up the flogger from the floor by her leg. I swished it in the air and her legs and back stiffened. Running the leather strands through my hand, I watched her, took in the whole picture. Her bound arms, the flickering candlelight, the focus of the torch holding her in the middle like a star on stage. The tips of the straps must have tickled her when I ran the length down her back because she wiggled. Well, it either tickled or she was begging for more. I decided the most fun interpretation was the latter and brought the flogger down with a flick of the wrist.

The crack echoed through the silent attic. I struck again before it had time to really dissipate. I had to build up the effort I put behind the whip of many leather tails to make it truly sting on impact. After three or four of my hardest strokes, India was moaning and bucking, trying to escape the crack of the flogger. When her cheeks pinked I stopped the punishment.

“Maybe in future you’ll not interrupt and ask so many impertinent questions, India.”

Pressing my fingers against her arse, I felt the heat there. Slipping them down between her buttocks, I found her hot, wet center. It amazed me how pain translated to pleasure for her.

“I’m not finished with you yet, though, India.” She made a noise through the gag, maybe she cursed. I stopped fingering her. I knew she had to be vibrating with lust, I’d denied her an orgasm for so long. “I think you’re going to like this next bit.”


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For more Stately, sexy fun pick up a copy of  Good Manors and enjoy the rest of the kinky manor house tour or you could maybe win a signed copy? All you need to do is leave a comment on this blog post saying who you’d like to tie up or be tied up by and why.  On Sunday 29th January I’ll email the winner with the good news! The contest is open world wide but only one comment per person will count.

 

 

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One response to “Smut Restrained: Bondage and Beatings from Good Manors @TalkSmut #bloghop #erotica #BDSM”

  1. Amy T says:

    Easy question for me: I like tob have my Doom toe me up!

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