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Passion in Restraints

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Table of Contents

Legal Page

Title Page

Book Description

Trademarks Acknowledgement

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

New Excerpt

About the Author

Publisher Page

A Totally Bound Publication

Passion in Restraints

ISBN #
978-0-85715-685-3

©Copyright Diane Thorne 2014

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright March 2014

Edited by Sue Meadows

Totally Bound Publishing

This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Totally Bound Publishing.

Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Totally Bound Publishing. Unauthorised or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution.

The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.

Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing,
Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

Warning:

This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a
heat rating
of
Totally Taboo
and a
Sexometer
of
2.

Diary of a Free Woman

PASSION IN RESTRAINTS

Diane Thorne

Book five in the Diary of a Free Woman series

Desires fulfilled one spank at a time.

Curiosity and the need for a male companion lead Gwenevere to the Red Light District of Amsterdam. She strolls into a shop full of sex toys and apparel. As she surveys the merchandise, a hunky man with a tattoo introduces himself to her. She’s attracted to him and a glimpse at his groin reveals he has a fondness for her too. He gives her his calling card and invites her to meet him later. When she notices he works at a fetish club, she questions whether she should take him up on his invitation. She’s a naughty woman, but not the kind of kinky one who indulges in wild sexual adventures. He entices her with zesty words and a desire to please her. Unable to resist his wicked charm, she meets him at his place of business. She participates in his playful games and experiences passion in a way she never would have dreamed.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Victoria’s Secret: L Brands Inc

Chapter One

“I’m having a wonderful time,” Gwenevere said into her phone. She turned from the brick path and walked onto the narrow concrete bridge. “Amsterdam is a beautiful city. The architecture is amazing.”

“Be careful, Mom,” Kristy, her youngest daughter said. “And stay away from the Red Light District. It’s not a safe place.”

Gwen stopped near the centre of the overpass and placed her free hand on the railing. Her purse dangled from her wrist. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be fine.”

She’d spent two days exploring various parts of the city, visiting museums and gazing at the incredible buildings. Two days without a man escorting her or flirting with her. While she’d enjoyed the sites she’d seen, she missed the company of the opposite sex. She’d decided to take a detour to the infamous Red Light District and see if by some chance she could meet a nice fellow to spend a night with. And she was curious to witness the atmosphere of the well-known area. But she wouldn’t let Kristy know, especially after her daughter had asked her to avoid the district.

“I’ll tell Krystal you checked in,” Kristy said.

“Thank you. Let her know I’ll call after I settle into my hotel in Ireland.”

“I will. Love you, Mom.”

“Kiss kiss.”

“Bye.”

Gwen lowered her cell and slid it into her bag. She took a deep breath and gazed at the surroundings. A boat emerged from underneath the bridge and slowly continued along the canal. Bicycles and scooters littered both sides of the waterway and across from the row of buildings. Each structure kissed the next to the end of the block. Windows faced the sidewalks and streets, allowing a clear view inside to each business. The majority involved sex and drugs. A few places offered stylish clothing or food. Gwen didn’t know where to begin now that she’d ventured into the naughty zone.

A chuckle bubbled within her as she recalled her daughter’s words and stared at the various shops advertising sex and drugs. Kristy had told her the place wasn’t safe. In reality, the area appeared to be the opposite. Prostitution, hash, and marijuana were legal, but people weren’t acting out of control or crazy. Criminals weren’t running amok. Sure, anyone could purchase beer from a vending machine at any time, but not a single person appeared drunk or disorderly. Business went on as usual. Gwen was as safe in the district as she was anywhere else, if not more so.

A cloud cast a shadow and cool breeze brushed over her bare arms. She shivered slightly and wished she’d brought a sweater. She’d dressed in a knee-length white dress with little pink flowers and short, sheer sleeves. The cute outfit had kept her from perspiring while she roamed the streets of Amsterdam. But once the sun had disappeared and the wind had picked up she needed to cover her exposed parts. Gripping her purse, she continued over the bridge in her white three-inch sandals. Perhaps visiting a few shops would help to warm her.

She strolled along the brick path, staying clear of the bicycles and scooters while glimpsing inside the windows. Others passing were doing the same thing. The businesses she could see into had few customers. Walking by the Sex Museum, she wished she could peek inside but the tinted windows blocked all viewing. She continued until she reached an establishment selling attire and toys—the sexy kind.

Smiling, Gwen entered the shop. Shelves along the wall contained food items in the shape of body parts. The penis-shaped sucker grabbed her immediate attention and she stifled a chuckle. In addition to candy, she found candles and various other items to liven-up a sexual mood. Gwen moved deeper into the store, glancing at the provocative attire on display for women and men. Most of the lacy two-piece outfits came in black, red and pink.

“I’d go with red if I were you,” said a man behind her. His English was clear with a slight Dutch accent.

Gwen twisted to face the stranger. Blood rushed through her as she took a quick scan of his body. The man was pure muscle under his tight grey shirt. He had short dark hair and stood several inches taller with broad shoulders and a tattoo on one of his arms. His jeans fit him well—too well. In fact, he appeared to be sporting a bit of wood. Her cheeks warmed. No, her entire body heated.

“I, uh, was just browsing,” she said. God, she’d like to wrap her lips around
his
sucker.

He grinned. “Of course.”

Gwen turned and slowly walked away before she needed to fan herself. He was smoking hot and making her burn with need. She curved around a rack of clothes and found an aisle leading to the back of the store. She followed the route and paused. One side displayed books and videos while the other showed a wide variety of toys. The mischievous part of Gwen was roped towards the vibrators, wands, pumps, nipple clamps, floggers, paddles, whips, gags, various restraints, and more. Holy cow, she’d never seen so many items intended to enhance sexual pleasure.

Eyes wide, Gwen stared at the merchandise for men and women. How would someone like her know what was best to use? They had to have differences. What were they? Would one whip cause more pain than the other? The assortment available overwhelmed her and she suddenly felt like a virgin.

“Are you visiting Amsterdam?”

Gwen heard the familiar male voice and swallowed hard. Maybe she shouldn’t have ventured to the toy department with the hottie perusing in the store. Her heart fluttered and heat warmed her cheeks as she twisted to face him.

“I am. After tonight, I’m here one more, then I leave for Ireland. I’m touring places in Europe,” she said.

He curled his lips, and she licked hers. Damn, he looked delicious.

“Well, welcome to Amsterdam.”

“Thank you.”

“Have you been in a shop like this before?” He gestured towards the wall with all the toys.

She kept her eyes on him instead of on the items on display for fear of turning red in the face. “Not exactly. Where I live, we have Victoria’s Secret and some kinky gift shops. Nothing like this with such a variety.”

“And it interests you?”

“Well…I don’t know about that. I’m a curious person. That’s all.” She turned around to the wall of promiscuous goodies. The first one she spotted was a large vibrator with a rabbit. She sure could use it to relieve her current desire.

The stranger moved to her side. Gwen glanced at him and again caught the bulge in his jeans. She quickly looked away.

“Do you have a husband or boyfriend?”

She moved her attention to the whips.
Stop thinking of sex. Stop thinking of his large cock.
“No. I’m alone. I divorced a long time ago.”

“Do you have a lover?”

Gwen inhaled a deep breath before she looked at him. “No lover at the moment. What about you?” This time, she let her gaze lower to his groin and she didn’t care if he caught her looking.

A crooked grin formed on his face. “I prefer to stay single. The world is full of beautiful women and I want to please them.”

“Freedom does have its benefits.”

He took a step closer to her and offered his hand. “I’m Mark Bongard.”

She accepted his greeting and stared into his captivating hazel eyes. “Gwenevere Stratten. Call me Gwen.”

His heated grasp spiked her temperature. Okay, maybe the fact he had an erection, was good-looking, and stood by the sex toys also had something to do with her elevated temperature.

“Gwen, do you like what you see?”

What?
Her eyebrows twitched. Assuming he was asking about an item on display, she turned to the wall.

“Uh, well, vibrators are a good substitute and there are plenty to choose from. I’m not sure about a lot of this stuff, though, to be honest.”

He closed the distance between them and rubbed the back of her hand against his dick. “I meant this.”

Fire consumed Gwen’s face as she quickly searched for people nearby. A couple several feet away were looking at harnesses and bars on the back wall.

“I saw you look. It’s okay. Did you like it?” he asked, holding her hand to his member.

“Yes. It looks like you have a large cock.” She swallowed and studied his bulky torso with ripples of muscle.

“I was aroused the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Yes, I can tell.” She was ready to burst into flames. Moisture might not have formed on her brow yet, but it certainly had seeped from between her legs. Hot and horny described her best.

He finally let go of her hand. “I hope you don’t mind, but my imagination is running wild at the moment with thoughts of you.”

She clenched her thighs. Her hormones were racing out of control. “I suppose standing in a sex toy shop doesn’t help either.”

“Oh, it gives me so many ideas.” He tilted his head while he surveyed her body. “I do love that dress. You look so innocent.”

“My daughter insisted I buy this. She said I looked cute in it.”

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