Esther's Seduction

Esther, Queen of Persia, commonly finds herself an object of man’s desire. Until now, she has never found someone seductive enough to tempt her. With passion building, fantasies reeling, and her pulse quickening, Esther finds herself given into the passion once forbidden to her. An adult retelling of the biblical story of Esther, Esther’s seduction is sure to leave the reader breathless. EXCERPT:“You looked so lonely in the garden, Highness. Would you, a Jewish girl, let an Agagite warm your soul?” Esther’s eyes grew wide at his words; as they spoke volumes to her. “Y-you know?” Smiling Haman’s hands began running across the thin fabric of Esther’s gown, making her whimper. “Yes, I know. I want you all the same…perhaps our God will forgive us both.” Overcome, Esther reached up, pulling Haman into a kiss. Their arms wrapped around each other, as if they hadn’t been close enough. Such a thing could never be forgiven by Esther’s culture, but perhaps God could. To Esther’s surprise, Haman reached for her hands, and laced his fingers within her own. “Such a delicate woman…the star of all Persia…and only I know your secret.” Esther felt her hands pinned above her at his words, and she reached to kiss him again. In her position however, she couldn’t reach him. Haman had intentionally positioned himself, just out of Esther’s reach. The separation was maddening, but he knew what it would give him in return. “Do you truly want this?” Pinned down, there was little Esther could do but nod, and reveal the slight hint of her mouth going dry. Aching, she felt herself break the rule she’d fought for so long. “Yes…I want you…I desire you…” Hearing those words, Haman removed the belt of Esther’s gown, and then looked down at her. “If you trust me, give me your wrists once more.” Thinking herself made with desire, Esther found herself putting forward her wrists. She eyed them, even as Haman gently took hold of them. Changing to the surprisingly gentle way in which he grabbed her, Esther no longer knew which way he’d treat her. The book of Haman’s taste had led her to believe he would be rough, outright brutal, and suddenly he was gentle. Even as he was filled with the same lust that possessed her, he took his time. “This belt is actually quite pretty...It would look pretty tied around your wrists…” The implications of his words were deep, and Esther found herself suddenly unable to look at him. Having turned her head, Haman understood the depths to which his Queen would go with him. “Will you say it? The blush on your face is enough to know it, but I would have you say it.” Hesitancy gripped Esther, who up until then, been quite sure of herself. With her face flushed from the embarrassment of her want, she found the words she thought she could not. “I-I would have you tie them…my wrists…” Smiling, Haman pulled her hands up to his chest, leaving Esther no choice but to gently touch him. “And the ramifications of it would you accept all it means?” Thinking she could blush no more, Esther was left to nod. To Haman’s surprise, Esther began to get on her knees, her head bowed submissively in front of him.