EXTRACT FOR
Tied Down and Taken Hard
(Traci Wilde)

Now she was frightened, wondering if she had been too hard on Logan, why he had tied her up, what he was going to do to her now.

She saw a slight shift in the darkness.

"Logan? Honey? Please, let me go. We can talk."

Chill bumps erupted along her body when she heard an unfamiliar voice. 

"Turn on the light, she's awake." Her heart skipped a beat. 

She heard a click and a circle of soft light illuminated the bed, but left the rest of the room in shadows, except for the soft light from the corner. Another click and that corner lamp winked out. Christina looked up at the head board ??" her arms were stretched overhead, out to each bed post, rope lashed around each wrist, then to the bedpost. She looked down ??" she still wore the flimsy t-shirt she'd had on when she climbed into bed, and her panties. 

Thank god.

She was glad for small miracles ??" whatever Logan had in mind, whoever he had in the room, at least she was still clothed. 

"Logan?" She wanted to hear his voice, to hear him say he'd tied her up, that this was some kinky game he was playing, his way of heightening the make-up sex, to make it more thrilling.

But what about the strange voice?

She squinted her eyes and tried to see into the room, but the light over her bed illuminated nothing but her and the bed.

"Logan?"

A hand slipped into the light, groping her right breast hard through the shirt. She realized immediately this wasn't Logan's hand, yet it squeezed and played with her breast as if it ??" or its owner ??" had every right to do so, that she was his plaything, his property. 

His poker winnings.

Sudden fear bloomed deep down inside. 

The hand continued playing, squeezing, pinching her nipple. 

She squealed, then another hand entered the light from the other side of the bed, groping her left breast. Without warning the hands grabbed her shirt and ripped, tearing the cloth and pulling it from her body. Christina squealed again. 

"Logan? LOGAN?"

The hands ??" one was larger than the other, clearly from two different people ??" returned to her breasts, squeezing, fondling, savagely pinching her nipples. One of the hands gave her nipples a twist, while the other pulling upward, sending waves of pain through her.

Christina was scared, her breasts and nipples ached now, but she felt a stirring between her legs, moisture dampening her panties. In the dark of the night, at home in her comfortable bed, Logan snoring softly beside her, she often had wondered what it might be like to be with another man, with multiple men, with strangers pawing her, kissing and touching, arousing her.

Now it was happening, her quiet, private midnight fantasy coming true. 

And it both scared and aroused her.