Sold For Pleasure (Masters of Bondage and Depravity Vol. 1)

Cady is sick to death of her dull, monogamous life in Brooklyn as she finds herself at yet another one of her boyfriend's lame warehouse parties. When a handsome stranger takes an interest in her, Cady happily partakes of the experience-enhancing drugs he has with him. But when they're tryst becomes something much more aggressive, Cady finds herself being bound and transported to an unknown location.

Joseph isn't the man she thought he was. He's unforgiving and heartless, a man with one motive, cash. After being sold to the highest bidder, her life is forever changed.

Cady must learn to obey her new masters, she's their property now. Can she earn her place in this exciting and illicit new home, or will the masters tire of her and treat her like a disposable piece of meat?

Sold For Pleasure is an erotic tale of depravity full of explicit scenes of sexual degradation, rough sex and BDSM. Join Cady in this world of strong, commanding, dominant male's and sex-crazed masters in Volume 1 of the Masters of Bondage and Depravity Series.

Read on for a small taste of what's inside:

She heard the sounds of Joseph tearing open his own fly, and nearly screamed out with glee as his long, hard member pressed itself firmly against the wet lips of her pussy. He balanced there at her eager opening just long enough to wrap his hand firmly through her hair. He yanked back, wrenching Cady’s neck painfully at the same moment that he thrust into her body. The dual sensation drew a low moan from Cady’s exposed throat. Behind her, Joseph pummeled her with his cock, pulling back on her hair with every thrust.

Cady couldn’t believe the size of him. She was accustomed to sex with Tommy, and hadn’t realized how meager his equipment was until this moment. Between the size of Joseph and his method of entry, Cady felt like a virgin again. She’d only ever persuaded Tommy to take her from behind a couple of times in all the years they’d known each other, but it was always horribly awkward and ultimately lackluster. Lackluster was about the last adjective you could throw at this encounter. Cady gritted her teeth as Joseph sank deeper and deeper into her tight pussy.

“Why don’t you scream?” Joseph grunted, “Do you like this? Do you like being used, you little bitch?”

“Yes,” Cady breathed, her tits chafing painfully against the cold floor.

“What was that?” Joseph demanded, slamming his dick into her body. She was halfway convinced that he’s rip right up through her throat if her kept it up.

“I like it. I like it!” Cady cried out, the words flying out into the silent darkness like prayers.

“We’ll see,” Joseph said ominously. He gave her hair a mighty yank and burrowed his cock into her body. Cady felt herself suspended by his hand and balanced on his enormous member. She was weightless. Unaccountable. Free. The sudden sensation pushed Cady right up against the edge of orgasm.

“Oh!” she cried out as she tumbled forward once again. Joseph had let go of her hair and pushed her off his cock with a slick wet sound. She pulled herself up on shaky arms and turned to face him. Her eyes had barely any light to work with, and she could barely make out the swimming gray outline of him in the darkness. He moved toward her, grabbing her by the back of the neck.

“Suck it,” he commanded, pulling her mouth toward his slippery, throbbing cock. Cady opened her mouth obediently, taking the massive tip of Joseph’s dick between her lips. She could taste herself all over him. It was the first time she’d ever been called to do so. The strangely familiar taste of her own pussy raked across her tongue as she flicked it against the sensitive underside of Joseph’s cock.