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Unshackled
by
Rachael Stewart
Unshackled is a thrilling ride of sexual awakening, love, money and corruption…

Trying to escape the evil hold of her stepfather, Abigail becomes a player in a wildly debauched world that has her body hitting a plethora of sexual highs, while her heart clings to her new-found love and the desire to be free. But can she break away and keep it all—the money, her freedom and the girl?
Or will she lose everything?

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Unshackled

Raising his hand, he took hold of the chain that hung from my neck and with slow deliberation pulled at the metal, tugging at my nipples and stretching out my breasts. The move sent sparks of painful delight rushing through me and I cried out.

“Fuck me, Abi, did she corrupt you?” he said thickly.

I nodded and he yanked the chain again, his gaze flashing as I cried out once more, my breasts thrusting forward.

“You’re so loud.” He pressed his index finger against my parted lips. “We can’t have you alerting the household.”

Since the house was deserted save for Emma, it wasn’t a problem, but then I figured he was probably acting out some sort of fantasy. I could work with that...

“I can’t help it,” I said against his finger. 
“Then I will have to help you,” he said darkly, his hand replacing his finger to gag me as he yanked at the chain once more.

Pain shot through me, rapidly followed by the hedonistic heat of pleasure and I moaned into his hand, tears pricking at the backs of my eyes at the sharp intensity.  
“You like that?” he asked, his hand still clamped tightly over my mouth, my breaths coming in rasps as I struggled for air above his palm. “I bet you do, you dirty little whore.”

And he did it again; his eyes intent on mine as they glittered with unshed tears beneath him, my cries drowned out by the presence of his hand.

“I’m going to taste every bit of your delicious, virginal body,” he said, his voice hoarse as he struggled to control his mounting desire. “And you’re not going to be able to do a thing about it.”

Releasing the chain, he dropped his mouth to my bound throat to nip and suck at the flesh. I thrashed my head side to side, partly to do his fantasy justice and partly to gain some air through his vice like grip. I felt faint with the heady combination of rising passion and lack of oxygen. It was an intoxicating mix.

“James!” A crack pierced the air and he leapt back with a yelp. ”I told you to acquaint yourself with her pussy, not rape her!”

My eyes focused through the haze of desire to see Emma clad head to toe in black PVC and brandishing a whip behind him. It was that which had made contact with James, forcing him back, and now he was on his knees before her.

“I’m sorry, mistress, I lost control,” he said, an unexpected hint of fear in his voice.

She walked around him, her heeled black boots clipping the floor, the whip trailing a path around him as she contemplated his bowing form. “Sorry isn’t good enough, you shall be punished.”

“Yes, mistress.”

I watched in awe as this man, whom I had never seen behave anything less than superior and in charge, was now humble and contrite.

“Firstly, you can strip off. It’s only fair that I have you both in a similar state of dress.”

“Yes, mistress, may I stand?”

“You may.”

Emma stopped pacing and stood legs apart observing us. Even though I knew she would be wearing the one piece, it didn’t lessen the impact of seeing her in it for the first time. She looked fucking hot! Her hair pulled back in a severe ponytail just as it had been outside Dr Tate’s office. Her lips, blood red, were set in a hard line, her eyes glittering severely as she watched us, the whip moving provocatively through her hands. My eyes dropped to the long, black cord and I couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel. Would she use it on me?

“Ready, mistress,” came James’ submissive voice as he came to stand naked between us, his cock standing proud before him.

“I want to see you on your knees before that pussy James.”

“Yes, mistress.”


He walked toward me and dropped to his knees, his mouth so close that I could feel his breath tickling at the damp hairs of my pussy.

“Good boy. I want you to make her cum with your mouth, James. You have ten minutes. If she doesn’t you will be punished.”

James took up the task with relish, he used his hands to separate my folds as his mouth covered my clit and then he sucked, the sensation both shocking and arousing beyond measure. He repeated the move, cleaning the area of my juices and then his tongue was on the job, working me like the expert he clearly was.

I didn’t think I was going to last five minutes, let alone ten. My eyes flicked to Emma’s and I could see she was turned on, enjoying the sight of me losing control. It then became a battle of wits. I wasn’t going to come; I wanted to see him punished! Each time my body mounted to the peak, I forced my mind to think on something else.

Finally, Emma announced, “Ten minutes are up, James.”

He groaned, his mouth still buried in my pussy, refusing to let up.

“James!” she warned.

Obediently, he stood and stepped back from me, his heated gaze fixed longingly on my lower body.

From behind him, Emma stroked the whip down his back and I watched avidly as she dipped it between his legs to toy with his balls. And then she flicked it back and he braced himself, just as the whip made contact with his backside.


He cried out gruffly and his cock jumped, moisture forming at the tip in his excitement. Emma repeated the move, and each time his erection stood proud, the pre-cum dribbling down his shaft. I licked my lips at the sight and clenched my pussy together in a desperate attempt to satisfy the powerful ache they had stoked up within me.

“Now turn around, James, I want you on your knees doing the same to me. Let’s see where you were going wrong.”







Rachael Stewart adores conjuring up stories for the readers of Harlequin Mills & Boon and Deep Desires Press, with tales varying from the heart-warmingly romantic to the wildly erotic.

Despite a degree in Business Studies and spending many years in the corporate world, the desire to become an author never waned and it's now her full-time pleasure, a dream come true.

A Welsh lass at heart, she now lives in Yorkshire with her husband and three children, and if she's not glued to her laptop, she's wrapped up in them or enjoying the great outdoors seeking out inspiration.




Twitter: @rach_b52



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