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Whitney West is a successful defense attorney, a powerful and successful woman, but her dashing client Dante reduces her to a quivering mess with his chocolate eyes and cinnamon voice. How? How does it happen that his very presence steals from her any hint of self-control and any desire for that control in the first place? He's accused of theft, but it's the theft of Whitney's mind, body, and soul that he's truly committed. Why can't she resist? Why is she always so willing to submit?

You're there for an interview, but nobody is to be found. You search. You search according to the instructions you're given, but you can't find anyone. Someone finds you, though. Someone finds you and, before you know what's happening, you're trapped. You're trapped and you're bound to a table, and a man intends to torment you and to have you! In this case, tormenting means merciless tickling!

Madeleine can't help but give in to the overwhelming desire she feels for Mason, and today that means bondage in the beautiful post-rain forest. She can't predict, though, that Mason has something special in mind for her today. Bound and suspended from a tree, she's ready for anything he'd like to do to her, but he's not interested in doing anything at all! Instead, he walks away and leaves her for someone else's use! It's a very rough bondage encounter with stranger sex!

I was definitely turned on when the professor talked about lesbian culture. Later, Sharon asked me if I'd ever been with a woman, and I admitted that I often thought about it. Before I knew it, I was agreeing to sleep with her and even letting her tie me up for kinky stuff! I had no idea that the kinky stuff she was talking about was merciless tickling. It was utter torment on its own, and then her husband joined in. I giggled and begged and shrieked, and I moaned a lot, too. Mostly, I wondered if they'd ever stop tickling me!

Flossie is excited about her first BDSM sex experience, but she's also a bit frightened and nervous. She desperately wants to learn how to please her master, and the thrill of what's happening, what's going to happen, is overwhelming. When the time finally comes, she's surprised by how incredible all of his attention feels, but she's even more surprised when he decides the first thing he'll enjoy is her tiny, untouched ass!

You make your way through the woods and you wonder at the way the night terrifies you. If you can just get to the lake where the moonlight shines on the water, you'll be calm. You'll be calm and you won't have to worry. The moon will comfort you. Everything will be okay.

It's the annual office Christmas party, and Noelle gets her dumb secret Santa gift for the office worker she barely sees and prepares for a few hours of compulsory boredom. On the bright side, she runs into Drew, the handsome and charming guy she's been crushing on for just about ever. She's surprised to discover that Drew seems to like her, too. She's even more surprised when he kisses her right there in the conference room.

Fiona has spent the entire semester dreaming and fantasizing about her classic literature professor. He's brilliant and handsome and sculpted like some kind of Greek god. At the end of the semester, she sadly prepares for her last meeting with him, and is surprised that he not only knows her name but has been thinking of her as well. Before long, Joshua introduces her to the world of domination and submission, and no schoolgirl fantasy could ever have prepared her for the way he takes her.

You walk down the hallway, scared and alone. You know there's a monster out there waiting to get you, and it's terrifying. You don't know when it will strike, and you don't know if you'll be able to escape. You know it's dark. You know it's dark and you know it's cold and you know you see scary things in the blackness as you travel down the underground hallway. If he catches you, you know you'll be in trouble. He wants more than just to scare you. If the clown finds you, he will take you completely.

You walk through the field, cursing yourself for being out after dark. There's a killer on the loose and there's no good thing that can come from being out, from exposing yourself as his next victim. It's stupid, and the error soon has consequences. What will you do when you find yourself face-to-face with a serial killer who wants to have you completely? And why the hell does he start out by tickling you? Dear God! Is he ever going to stop tickling you?

When Rochelle decides to please him, it's not a hard decision. She's bound and at his mercy, and pleasing him seems like the best way to make his mercy more merciful! She'll discover soon enough that there will be no mercy as the man's fingertips scribble over her and tickle her with such intensity that she can't handle it. Worse, she'll discover the tickling may never end!

Roselyn knows there will be severe consequences if she fails to follow every single instruction to the letter. But how can she even concentrate when her arms are bound? How can she do it right when nipple clamps torment her so? How in the world can she stay on her toes with a spreader bar cuffed to her ankles? And most importantly...how can her master expect her to hold off from cumming when that terrible vibrator isn't letting up?

He's watched her dance for night after night, but this night he seems distant and uninterested. She's unwilling to let her favorite customer lose interest, and she moves desperately on stage to find a way to make sure he notices her. It works. It works well enough that he wants her in a private room, only he's not interested in a lap dance. Instead, he's going to take her, to claim her as his own, to make her beg to give him everything, even her untouched ass!

You saw me there at the grocery store. You saw me and decided you'd have me. You saw me, a poor hippy girl and you decided I should be one of your possessions, that you should be able to just tie me up and take me however you wanted. You wanted something special. You wanted to bend me over and give me my first anal sex experience, taking what I gave no other man. You wanted it, you took it, and I can't believe how much I needed you to do it.

There was no way out of the situation. The bottom line was that I'd be tickled. I wasn't sure when it would start. That was terrifying in and of itself. Worse, I had no idea when it would end. See, here was the bottom line: Sir would stop tickling me when he was damn well ready to stop, not when I asked him to stop. So, I knew it was going to be tough, but my God!

You've just stopped at the old hotel and you want to sleep and get back on the road as quickly as possible, but there's a killer with different plans. He thinks you're someone else, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to get information you don't even have to give him. How can you handle the ticklish torment, and how can you reconcile the desires it creates in you?

Helpless as fingertips seek out each sensitive spot until you beg...and then they just keep going. This collection is certain to fill you with terror, terror that won't stop you from giggling nervously and shrieking as you beg for mercy and then not for mercy but just for the chance to cum. How do you think this story would make you feel?