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His Indecent Secrets (Bound and Shackled to the Billionaire, BDSM Erotic Romance)

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His Indecent Secrets (Bound and Shackled to the Billionaire)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HIS INDECENT SECRETS

 

(Volume 4 of ‘Bound
and Shackled
to the Billionaire’)

 

By Aphrodite Hunt

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

 

Copyright 2012 by Aphrodite Hunt

Cover art by Aphrodite Hunt

 

EROTICA BY APHRODITE HUNT

 

The ‘Bound
and Shackled
to the Billionaire’ series

His Indecent Proposition

His Indecent Demands

His Indecent Desires

His Indecent Secrets

 

The ‘Initiation’ series

Open Your Legs for Me

Blindfolded and Spread-eagled

Thighs Wide Apart

Teacher, Please Spread my Pussy

The Final Initiation

The Initiation: A Bundle of 5 Stories

 

The ‘Initiation 2’ series

Open Your Legs for my Family

Bend Over for my Family

Publicly Display Yourself for Me

Sex Slave at Sea

Paraded before the Billionaires

Sex Slave at the Auction

 

The ‘Initiation 3’ series

Sex Slave to the Dictator

 


The Royal Captive’ series

Prince Miro’s Capture

Prince Miro’s Submission

Prince Miro’s Enslavement

Prince Miro’s Punishment

Prince Miro’s Escape

Prince Miro’s Final Confrontation

The Royal Captive: Vol 1 to 3

The Royal Captive: Vol 4 to 6

 

The ‘Naughty Nymphomaniac’ series

I was a Naughty Nymphomaniac

Officer, Please Spread and Cuff Me

Gang Banged by the Chain Gang

Tempting the Hot Navy SEAL

 

The ‘Delicate Piercings’ series

Her First Clit Ring

Her First Clit Ring 2: Menage

Her First Clit Ring 3: Desensitization

 

The ‘Undercover’ series

Undercover: Exposing the Bad Doctor

Undercover: Stealing from the Sexy CEO

 

The ‘Alien’ series

Trapped with Sex-Starved Aliens

Trapped with Sex-Starved Aliens 2

 

Hot, Wet and Steamy
(individual stories)

When He’s Inside You

My Stepson is a Naughty Stripper

The Gorgeous Naked Man in my Storm Shelter (Erotic Suspense)

 

WORKS BY ARTEMIS HUNT

 

EROTIC ROMANCES

 

The ‘Inhumanly Handsome, Humanly Flawed Alpha Male’ series

A Virgin Enslaved

 

The ‘Maid for the Billionaire Prince’ series

Mysterious Desire

Forbidden Desire

Infamous Desire

Royal Desire

 

ROMANCES

 

The Body Snatcher Wears Lipstick

Snow White and the Alien

 

Dear reader, as this list is not always comprehensive due to more stories being churned out after this point in publishing, please visit
http://artemishunt.blogspot.com/
and
http://aphroditehunt.blogspot.com/
for more stories and updates. I write as Artemis Hunt for erotic romances with a more romance feel and Aphrodite Hunt for pure erotica and erotic romances which are slightly kinkier. So please be aware of what you’re getting into, dear reader, when you read one of my stories. Thank you so much for your support.

 

 

 

HIS INDECENT SECRETS

 

1

 

It is pitch black.

The blindfold doesn’t allow Susan Chalmers to see even the slightest glimpse of light. No reddish band through her closed eyelids to denote they might be travelling through the day. Only her ears are her radar, and her instincts – which scream to her that she is in extreme danger.

Car doors slam. Her wrists are handcuffed in front of her as her body jerks back and forth in the backseat with the lurching of the car. A man sits beside her, his thigh touching her clothed one. There is certainly more than one person in this car besides the driver.

She doesn’t know if any of them is Hugh. She hasn’t heard his voice since he blindfolded and cuffed her.

Her vagina is still sore from his rough fucking. Once she had found out who he was, he had grasped her wrists together and forced them over her head. She screamed. But they were in an isolated area, surrounded by nothing but the trees and the chirps of birds.

He let her shriek herself hoarse.

Then he said, “Are you done splitting my eardrums? Then listen up. It’s easier for you to open your legs and submit to me willingly and gratefully, like a good little girl. Because if you’re gonna to fight me, I’ll make sure that when I see my brother, I’ll make his death excruciatingly slow instead of quick and painless. But if you do everything I ask of you . . . I may be persuaded to be merciful.”

His blue eyes – exactly the same as Channing’s – were so piercing and ruthless than she quailed beneath him, trembling.

“I’ll do anything you want,” she whispered. “Just please . . . please don’t hurt him”

“Fuckin’ hell,” he said, grinning, “instant obedience. Not ‘please don’t hurt
me’
. It’s ‘please don’t hurt
him
.’ Does he even know you’re in love with him?”

She shook her head, frightened. She didn’t think she could hide the truth from Hugh.

Anger seethed through his eyes as he slammed his cock into her, as though to punish her for her honesty.

“Yeah, he’s always got that charm with the bitches. They’re always falling on their faces over him. What’s he got that I don’t?”

She was too terrified to answer. No homicidal maniac tendencies, perhaps?

She let him ride her until her insides were sore. It was surreal looking into his eyes. He was Channing and not Channing. If she blinked hard and fast enough, her mind would trip over and she could just pretend that they blurred into one –

The car in her present screeches to a halt. She is dragged out, her head docked by somebody’s hand like a prisoner. Around them, she hears the high-pitched whine of a plane engine.

She’s going on a trip. But not to where Channing originally intended.

Hands grip her shoulder.

Channing’s voice. (No, not Channing.) “This is going to hurt a bit but you’ll be the better for it.”

She tenses as he straightens her arm. She feels a needle prick.
Oh my God. What is he doing to me?
She cries out, but dizziness envelops her and she falls into a swoon.

This isn’t good,
she thinks as she collapses, her body folding into someone’s rock solid arms.

 

*

 

When she wakes up, she is in a bed in a strange room.

The furniture is sparse and plain, with wooden closets, a desk, a chair and a chest of drawers. A bedside table holds a silver flask with two overturned coffee mugs. The walls are painted in Mediterranean colors – red, blue, green – like pieces of an Italian decorative plate. A ceiling fan slowly rotates as the balmy, humid atmosphere hits her.

Her skin is prickly and sweaty. Where is she?

The barred windows portray a clear blue sky with scudding clouds. The sun is high and blazing with scorching heat. It shimmers over the placid waves of a sea.

So she is in at some sort of beach.

There is no clock in the room, but from the sun’s position, she reckons it’s about midday. But midday where? What time zone is she in?

The weather feels tropical, and yet the room is done up in Latin decor. Under the thin white sheet that covers her body, she is naked. The bedclothes are sodden with her sweat.

She sits up, self-conscious. She remembers everything that has happened, but not anything beyond the needle prick. She doesn’t know how much time has elapsed. All she knows is that the soreness in her pussy has abated.

Obviously hours . . . maybe even days . . . have passed.

Although she is alone, she is certain that hidden cameras are watching and recording her every move, and so she drags the sheet around her body as she gets up fearfully.

Channing. What has happened to him? Is he alive? Is he dead?

It’s so terrifying not to know what is happening.

Channing, Channing, I love you. This is not your fault. I don’t hold you responsible.

There comes the click of a key in the lock. The door swings open. Channing stands there, as handsome as he has always been – short hair, shocking blue eyes, wide sensuous mouth, body like a god’s in his tight T-shirt that shows off his arms with their bulging veins so superbly.

No, he’s not Channing.

Why the fuck can’t she get that right?

He is not alone. A youth is with him. A nervous youth with curly big hair and bronzed skin who looks all of about eighteen. He carries an open laptop in his hands.

What are they going to do to her?

She takes a step back and clasps the sheet closer to her body. Her pulse flutters like a moth above the roaring of her ears.

Hugh says, “Look at you. All ripe and ready for the taking.”

She fists her palms.
Submit to me . . . willingly and gracefully . . . and I’ll make his death excruciatingly slow instead of quick and painless.

“What do you want with me?” she says.

“What do I want with you? Oh baby, you have no idea.” He strides into the room, the frightened youth in tow. “But first, I’m going to give you a little treat. You’re going to get to talk to your boyfriend, my brother, who has absolutely no fucking clue you’re in love with him.”

Channing? Her heart leaps.

“By the way, this is Miguel, but don’t bother probing him for answers. He’s not from around here and he doesn’t want to die.”

Miguel darts frightened brown eyes at her as he sets the computer down on the desk.

“Come here, darling. Go talk to your boyfriend. I’m sure he misses you.” Hugh holds his hand out to her.

For a moment, she’s afraid to take it.

His startling blue eyes arrest her. “I’m not a monster, Susan. I’m capable of treating you with kindness.
If
you behave.”

She doesn’t know what to believe. But the thought of Channing on the other side of the computer – wherever he is – makes her feet pad faster than she thought possible to the desk. She seats herself, sheet wrapped demurely around her. Hugh has not forbidden her to say anything. But what can she tell Channing?

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