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  This sexy, hardcore anthology is brought to you by five of the hottest authors in the BDSM genre. Welcome to a world where buttoned-up librarians and bookstore clerks want to be taken and tamed by powerful Doms, a world where submissives are dominated by billionaires, taken by marines and captured by princes. If you like it hot, raw and full of sex, this is the collection for you!

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  Taken by the Marines by Terry Towers and Nikki Nexus

  Prince Miro’s Capture by Aphrodite Hunt

  At Their Pleasure: Dominated by the Billionaire and the Bad Boy by Alex Anders

  Bookstore Submissive by Marie Shore

  Power Play: Katie and the Dom by Selena Kitt

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  Taken by the Marines

  By Terry Towers and Nikki Nexus

  “Ah, fuck yeah baby. Take it! Take it!”

  Huh? A bewildered look crossed Vanessa’s features as she walked through the front door of the quaint two-story home she shared with her husband Adam. The voice emanating out of her living room seemed to be that of a man having sex. Her frown deepened as she tossed her keys into the pink glass candy dish by the door and quickly shrugged off her jacket, hanging it up in coat closet.

  “Give it to her!” A round of cheers and whistles sounded followed by loud moaning.

  She quickened her steps and finally stopped when she got to her living room. Her bewildered look faded and was replaced by a grin as it dawned on her what was going on in the other room. She had been held up at work leaving her husband, Adam, to entertain himself for the evening. It was obvious that he found himself some raunchy porn to pleasure himself with.

  “That’s right cunt, suck it good!”

  Vanessa covered her mouth to stifle the giggle that was threatening to erupt as she carefully slipped off her heels and quietly made her way to the living room. Her bare feet moved soundlessly on the hardwood floor as she snuck up behind him.

  Adam was a conservative man even after five years of marriage. To her dismay, he seemed to be becoming more and more conservative as the years went. His idea of kinky was anal sex and usually she had to be the one to initiate it - hell, beg for it even.

  He never allowed her to watch him masturbate and refused to admit to watching porn. She knew he was full of shit, but pretended to believe him. What man doesn’t watch porn? Another giggle threatened to escape at the thought of his reaction when he realized he’d been caught in the act. After all, he had been the one to adamantly deny ever watching porn. Her grin widened, as a wave of excitement rushed down her spine and her pussy clenched at the idea of watching him jerk off without the knowledge of her right behind him, watching.

  Some more cheers and whoops sounded. He was watching gangbang porn. “Take her ass, Brian!” More cheers.

  Vanessa stopped dead in her tracks just before entering the living room and a feeling of déjà vu hit her. Her giddy mood darkened as she listened another moment.

  The woman cried out as presumably someone slammed his cock into her ass. A frown appeared on her face as she took the final steps and entered the living room. Her blue eyes widened and she gasped, her eyes locked onto the fifty-inch television screen.

  The woman on the screen was bent over a billiards table and, as presumed, a large blond-haired man was hammering his cock into her ass with a dozen other men looking on, while stroking their cocks to the show. The woman was slender, with long black hair covering her face, but Vanessa didn’t need to see her face to know who the woman on the screen was.

  Sensing her arrival, her husband, who was seated on the burgundy leather sofa, paused the video and turned to face her, his dark eyes locking to hers and his face distorted in a look of horror, pain and sadness.

  Oh my God! Vanessa tore her eyes from his, unable to bear peering upon his pained expression. Her legs suddenly felt like jelly and she fell back against the wall to steady herself. She felt faint. She needed to sit down.

  The room turned deathly quiet. She shivered, despite it being the middle of summer and close to a hundred degrees; she couldn’t shake off the chill running through her body. He’d discovered her deepest, darkest secret. And of all the ways to find out, he discovered it surfing the net for porn?

  It felt like hours, but was closer to a minute before she felt steady on her feet and the nauseous feeling began to subside. Pushing herself off of the wall she slowly made her way around the sofa and sat on the opposite end from her husband, afraid to look him in the eyes, and trying her best to not stare at the vision of herself on the screen with her mouth shaped in a giant O as she got close to hitting her climax at the hands of multiple strangers.

  “Adam,” she whispered gaining the courage to finally lift her eyes to meet his.

  “Why?” His tone wasn’t angry, but solemn.

  “It was before we met, I swear to you.” Her voice cracked and she felt the tears well up in her eyes. She forced them back. Would he leave her now that he knew? She didn’t think she could handle losing him. She knew what was on that video, many people would feel uncomfortable watching even a stranger being taken like she had that night, but for him to see his wife in such a situation. She shuttered at the thought of what he must think of her now.

  “That wasn’t the question, Vanessa,” he chided. “Was it a way to pay for college? Were you that broke? Surely your parents could have helped you out. I know they would’ve. So, why? I don’t understand. I need to know why.”

  She looked from his confused, hurt eyes to her image on the screen and then back to him. She cringed. Their eyes locked once more, tension radiating between them. How could she tell the one and only man she ever loved that what he saw was what she really wanted? What she longed for, both then and now. How coul
d she explain to make it okay? By her own admission what she liked sexually was fucked up. She loved being fucked and humiliated by numerous men until she was too exhausted to do anything other than lay there as they used her body for their own gratification in whatever way they felt fit.

  She couldn’t lose Adam; he was the best thing that had ever happened to her. The sex was good with him, but he didn’t fuck, he made love. There was a difference and sometimes she needed to be fucked. But, it was a small sacrifice to pay in her mind for such an amazing man. Adam was a sexy, kind, intelligent man who loved, provided for and cherished her. One day soon they were going to start a family and she knew in her heart he would be the most amazing father. Adam was the perfect man and the ideal husband. Her fucked up kinky sexual fetish was of low priority when considering what she’d lose in order to quench it.

  “Why, Vanessa?” he repeated when she didn’t respond.

  She took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled loudly. “Because I like it. I like being dominated and forced and...” She sighed and ran a shaky hand through her silken strands.

  Adam’s mouth dropped open and his frown deepened. He eyes shifted to the television screen, stared for a moment and then shifted back to her.

  “I’m sorry,” she blurted out. She didn’t know what to say, what could she say? Damn, why did I agree to do that video? Fuck, fuck, fuck!

  “When was this?”

  She chewed at her lower lip a moment. “In college.” She gave him a faint smile and shrugged. “I was involved in that... lifestyle, for a few years... until I met you. I was twenty-three in the video and it was the last session I participated in.” She nodded her head towards the television screen. “That happened a couple of days before our first date.”

  Adam’s breath hitched and he raked a hand through his disheveled dark brown hair. She could see in his expression he was in the process of accessing the situation. She remained quiet, terrified she may say something to make the situation worse than it already was. What if he couldn’t live with such a perverted deviant as a wife? What if he could never look at her the same way again?

  “I’m not satisfying you, am I?” he asked quietly.

  What? Vanessa blinked, her face blanching. How could he think such a thing? It may be true to a certain extent, but she couldn’t bear the thought of him thinking that. What they did do, he was extremely good at. He was a fantastic lover, warm, giving, affectionate. He was the type of lover a woman read about in romance novels.

  But what she considered to be the fucked-up part of her needed more; rougher, harder, kinkier sex. Perhaps she should have revealed that other part of her to him long ago. Shaking her head furiously she closed the distance between them on the sofa and threw her arms around his neck, burying her face on his shoulder.

  Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her tight to him and stroked her long dark silken hair. “I want to be what you need, honey. You need to tell me. Explain to me. Show me. Why couldn’t you talk to me about this?”

  A sob escaped her lips as she clung tight to him. “I’m so sorry. You do. You do please me.” She pulled back to look him in the eye. “I don’t need that. I need you.”

  “But you want it,” he prompted. Pulling back from her his dark, perceptive eyes watched her.

  Vanessa sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She couldn’t lie to him if she tried. He knew her more than anyone ever had, the fact she’d kept this a secret for so long had been nothing short of a miracle. Resigned, she nodded.

  His body stiffened, his lips pressed into a tight line. “I see.” His eyes averted back to the image of her on the screen.

  The room went silent again. She frantically searched her brain, looking for the right words to make it all okay. What she wanted and what she needed were two entirely different things. She may want to experience the rush of what she went through in the video again, but she needed him. However, she somehow doubted saying that to him would make it better. Despite how hard it was for her, how much she wanted to throw herself back into his arms and beg him to forget about ever seeing the video to begin with, she refrained. Instead, she continued to wait.

  “I need to be alone. I need to think about this,” he muttered as he stood.

  “Okay.” Chewing at her bottom lip and keeping her eyes downcast, she fought back the new wave of tears threatening to escape and nodded.

  “I’ll be back in a while.” Without another word he strode past her, and out of the house, slamming the door behind him. Moments later she heard him start his truck and back out of the driveway.

  Looking back up at the screen, she snatched the remote from the coffee table, and shut off the offending video. He’ll be back, she told herself curling up into a ball on the sofa, and letting the tears fall.

  * * * *

  Adam paused at the front door, with his key inserted into the lock but he had yet to open it. It was a little past two a.m. He’d been gone for over six hours, spending the majority of the time at the tavern down the street lost in his own thoughts and a series of beers. His biggest upset was the fact he let their sex life go stale when he should have been prompting her on what she really wanted; not just assuming everything was fine as it was. If what she wanted was what she’d done in the video then he was a long way from giving it to her. It was a kick in the balls for his pride that was for sure.

  Unlocking the door, he quietly walked into the house, while grasping tightly to the handle of a brown paper bag. By the end of the six hours spent thinking, he’d decided to stop by the all night sex store on the way home and pick up a few things. If she was willing, there were a number of activities on the video he was willing to do with her and he planned on starting tonight.

  Would it help? He didn’t know, but he was willing to try.

  Closing the door behind him, he locked it, tossed his keys in the bowl by the door, kicked off his shoes and hung up his jacket. He immediately made his way up the stairs to their bedroom. Considering all of the lights in the house were out, he figured it was safe to assume she was already sound asleep. A grin touched his lips for the first time that night at the thought of what her expression would be when she awoke to what he had planned.

  He was still against letting a group of strange men fuck his wife, but he would do what he could to help quench her urges. Could he give in to what she really wanted? Could he let a dozen men fill her? Adam cringed. He just didn’t know.

  Baby steps, he told himself.

  By the time he made it to their bedroom, his eyes had adjusted to the darkness of the house. A streak of moonlight shot through the room, from a crack between the curtains highlighting his beautiful wife, her dark hair fanning out around her, as she slept soundlessly in the middle of the bed, wearing a sheer pink negligee.

  His cock rapidly began to harden. Setting the bag of toys on the dresser, he stripped off his clothing and tossed them into the clothes hamper. He quickly emptied the contents of the bag onto the dresser; a blindfold, soft leather restraints for her wrists and ankles, vibrator, nipple clamps, lubricant, soft leather flogger and an assortment of other toys. While he hadn’t used the vast majority of the dozens of items that were laid out in front of him, he was familiar with most.

  Looking over at his wife, a plan of attack began to form. His cock jerked in anticipation and a devious smile touched his lips as he grabbed what he needed from the dresser and stalked over to the bed.

  Taken by the Marines - Chapter 2

  Vanessa moaned softly as her dream took an unexpected and exciting turn for the better. She was in the middle of a field and invisible hands took hold of her wrists, stringing her up to the rail of a childrens’ swing set. Next to be restrained were her ankles, now she was no longer able to move.

  As a soft breeze tickled and teased her moistening pussy. She moaned louder. She felt the hands on her again, this time they were on her breasts, pinching her nipples, making them hard, long nubs. She moaned a little louder this time.

  “I wan
t to see you. Who are you?” she gasped.

  “Wake up baby,” a deep, seductive voice echoed in the wind. The voice sounded so familiar.

  She shook her head. Wake up? And leave this mystery man who was making her body quiver. “Sleep,” she sighed, but to her disappointment she was being hauled from her dream before it had a chance to get really good, and brought back to consciousness.

  She groaned softly and attempted to stretch, but she couldn’t move. Panic rushed through her. Oh my God! What’s going on? It then occurred to her that she was naked. She cried out, her heart thumping wildly in her chest, as she pulled against the restraints, and her eyes fluttered open. She gasped, there was complete darkness. I’m blindfolded? The feel of the band around her head holding the black satin blindfold snug over her eyes confirmed it.

  “It’s okay, baby. Calm down.”

  His deep soothing voice immediately calmed her. Adam. Her terror was immediately replaced by confusion. “Wh-what’s going on?” She tested the binds around her wrists and ankles once more. “Why am I naked? And restrained? And blindfolded?” She frowned, still trying to figure it all out.

  She felt his weight as he sat on the bed next to her. She waited, breath held, waiting for his reply. She didn’t get one. Suddenly she felt something soft, a feather, as it traced her collarbone, then slowly made its way down between her breasts, down her stomach and to her mound. She sighed loudly, “Adam. What are — ?”

  Her sentence was cut short as he slipped a finger between her soft, dampening pussy lips and traced the length of her slit from her ass to her clit. He spread her lips wider, bent over her and blew a soft stream of warm air along her moist opening. She moaned once more and the fire within her ignited. The how and the why was no longer important, all that mattered was the sensations rushing through her. She wanted to see his beautiful, muscular body. She wanted to touch him, trance her fingers along the contours of muscle on his chest and back. She both loved and hated being deprived of those things.