Abel's Obsession
By Lynn Burke
Genre: BDSM Novella
Release Date: August 31,
2017
Publisher: Evernight
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Evernight Publishing
A young man of
religious fervor and self-control, Abel Beiler has every intention of honoring
his parents and being baptized into the Amish church. The woman with red curls
and flashing green eyes in the back of a convertible, however, makes Abel
wonder what life with the English might be like.
He strives to
withstand temptation, but the memory of the woman he yearns to dominate,
coupled with the explicit images in his cousin’s filthy magazine, threatens his
restraint.
Red, his sinful
obsession, haunts his shameful dreams and becomes a secret part of his life.
When faced with truth beyond faith, Abel must decide where he belongs—with the
Amish community, or the woman who owns his heart.
Much later and hoarse from singing for two hours, my curiosity
overrode my better sense, and I followed Eli into the hayloft of their barn.
While I held the kerosene lamp, he climbed high into the rafters and returned
with a magazine clutched in his hand.
“Got
this from my new English friend, Toby.” He sat on a bale, opened the magazine,
and turned it toward me.
Lust
kicked me in the gut, and I couldn’t speak.
A naked
woman lay spread eagle and bound by ropes to a bed, a blindfold and some sort
of ball gag in her mouth. A man loomed over her, whip in hand. Tear streaks
lined the woman’s face. Red slashes marked her thighs. Wetness coated the pink
folds of her sex, glistening, and set my mouth to watering.
The
image burned into my brain—submission in an entirely different way than the Old
Order’s definition of the word. Spirituality is submission, is what
had been reiterated in my ears since childhood. Self-surrender. The willingness
to give up oneself to the community and Gott’s chosen leaders.
I
soaked in the sinful picture, and for the first time in my life wanted power.
Wanted control. I wanted a woman’s submission like the man in leather beside
her owned. Unable to tear my gaze off the image, I struggled to swallow.
“Didn’t
know people actually did this shit.”
Eli’s
curse, the first I had heard from him, barely registered past the blood rushing
in my ears. My body tensed as longing to be the man standing over that woman,
whip in hand raced through me faster than any thoroughbred—or car.
The image
of Red flashed in my mind, and suddenly it was her bound to the bed in the
picture, breathing heavily, trembling, and begging for me…
Lynn Burke is a
full time mother, voracious gardener, and scribbler of spicy romance stories. A
country bumpkin turned Bay Stater, she enjoys her chowdah and Dunkin Donuts
when not trying to escape the reality of city life.
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