Captivated

Captivated
Lisette Ashton

Justine Elyot

Elizabeth Coldwell

Aishling Morgan

Charlotte Stein

Sommer Marsden

Kyoko Church

Lolita Lopez

Heather Towne

A hot erotica collection about being in control, or needing to serve.‘Captivated’ includes original erotica stories from Justine Elyot, Lolita Lopez, Charlotte Stein, Aishling Morgan and Lisette Ashton. Another hot short story collection from Mischief Books.Kinky role play is where deeply rooted fantasies come to life, exploring domination and submission.Punishment, discipline and shame all play their part while masters, mistresses and slaves find a thrilling satisfaction in their unique roles. These stories venture into the minds and hearts of sensual servitude.Other hot short story collections from Mischief Books include:Forever Bound: Stories of Seduction and SubmissionConfessions: Tales of Female Misbehaviour

Captivated

Ten Tales of Willing and Thrilling Submission

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Contents

Title Page (#u7a794bc2-eae5-587c-89c4-e4798da5e401)

For My Own Good – Justine Elyot (#u46f2015c-d0ca-5cfc-b6ec-e22a5bae426f)

Best in Show – Lolita Lopez (#u9ec60649-790e-5610-9db7-003fb05b211c)

Seventeen Brass Circles – Sommer Marsden (#u8fde208a-bc1b-578a-aa5b-9a52d58096bd)

I Am – Charlotte Stein (#litres_trial_promo)

My Night as a Sex Slave – Valerie Grey (#litres_trial_promo)

Minding Rex – Elizabeth Coldwell (#litres_trial_promo)

The Breaking of Sub Paul – Kyoko Church (#litres_trial_promo)

Runaway – Heather Towne (#litres_trial_promo)

Confessions of a Coffee Slave – Lisette Ashton (#litres_trial_promo)

Dominant Skin – Aishling Morgan (#litres_trial_promo)

More from Mischief (#litres_trial_promo)

About Mischief (#litres_trial_promo)

Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

For My Own Good (#ulink_809ab706-ab6c-585f-a82c-3a97d0b1f10d)

Justine Elyot (#ulink_809ab706-ab6c-585f-a82c-3a97d0b1f10d)

‘This is really what you want?’

I suppose the question had to be asked, but the posing of it made me doubt myself for a moment. Was it? Really?

I looked at the cage in the corner of the room. It was such an elegant thing, the bars highly polished and shining, the interior decorated in a style best described as ‘harem luxe’. I had seen this cage in my dreams.

His hands were on my shoulders and I nuzzled his knuckles with my cheeks.

‘You know it’s for my own good,’ I told him. ‘I’m not safe on the streets.’

A soft laugh came from above.

‘That’s true enough. Well, then. If you’re sure.’

He took my arm and led me over to the open gate.

Before I could crawl in, there were some formalities to be observed. First, the blindfold, then the handcuffs.

I entered the cage on my knees, shuffling forward into a world of velvets and silks that was all dark to me, my fingers twisting behind my back. I reached what felt like a central area and sat down, my knees drawn up to my chin, waiting.

I heard the cage door slam, a key turned, some bolts slid across.

Then I heard footsteps, retreating, the soft click of the door beyond.

I was alone. Have I mentioned that I was naked?

Now was my chance to soak into my role. I had been taken. Not kidnapped, not arrested, not even abducted but taken, spirited out of my life in a bid to save me from some worse fate. The point of this captivity, the thing that excited me the most about it, was that it was being done in the name of love and protection.

After a while, who knows how long, I lay down on my side. The room temperature was warm but my nipples felt engorged anyway, perhaps with anticipation. I tried to become the girl taken from the streets by an unseen captor, the helpless, heedless creature meant for enslavement, if only she knew it.

By the time the door opened again, I was there, in the space I’d craved, ready to inhabit it fully.

‘Who are you? Where is this?’ My voice sounded lost and foolish in the dark. I sat up and hugged my arms around me, facing the direction of the footsteps.

‘I thought you might be hungry. Come over to me.’

I recognised the speaker. It was someone I was supposed to fear.