The Ties That Bind

Pony Tales #6

by C.P. Mandara

Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff's terms for his daughter's release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal's sanity depends upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of the Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one.

Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world's top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity.

Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond.

Escape for Jenny is beginning to seem like an impossible dream...

Genres: BDSM, Erotica, Dark, Suspense, Erotic Romance

206 pages, ebook

First published September 14, 2015

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C P Mandara writes Dark Romance and Erotic Suspense and she is a hybrid author. Her books feature lots of twisted naughtiness and BDSM.

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Christina Mandara is a USA TODAY bestselling author and tends to write dark romance with lashings of kinky naughtiness. Her favourite pastime is travelling, and if it involves sun, sea and… sand then it’s all good.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

She's a big fan of BDSM in all of its glorious forms, and her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

Reviews

[warhawke · Rating 4 out of 5]

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Genre: Erotica
Type: Book 6 of 6 from The Pony Tales series
POV: Third Person
Rating:

4.5 Golden Cocks



Jenny Redcliff’s predicament continued as she was thrown into the glitz of Leyland Forbes’ property to fulfill his winning bid. It was certainly not a fun and glamorous occasion when she was made into live exhibit.

In the meantime, Mark Matthews struggled with the demand required for Jenny’s freedom while he devised plan to gain the upper hand. But he didn’t realize the enemy was already one step ahead.



Jenny had to endure some very interesting situations this time around. One of them was being thrust up as a carousel horse. I thought that was something.

Life did not get any more surreal than this. She was being tongued and fingered by a millionaire several times over, six feet underwater, while she was watched and photographed by hundreds of spectators.

Then came the aquarium scene, well, that was even more something. I don’t think I can go to aquarium and not imagining dildos spouting from the pebbles anymore haha!

If he wanted to test the theory he could very well be doing so with his life.

I like how I can finally see Mark’s unhindered vulnerability – to see how much he could take before he could probably break.



Throughout the series I have been wondering what the purpose of most of the supporting character is, I finally had all the answers in this book and things started to fall in place. The final answer of why he was put in that situation was not answered until the very last moment, and damn, I did not see that coming.

The Ties That Binds is the final book in the Pony Tales series with an open ended conclusion that set forth the precedent of an upcoming (non pony play) series called The Velvet Chair.

Note:
This series is the kinkiest of kink I’ve read. I had fun learning about items/situation presented throughout the series and some I had to Google and oh yeah, what an eye opener – literally hahah!

Books in the series:
Must be read in order






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[Monique · Rating 4 out of 5]

4 'What an ending' stars

This one - the last in the Pony Tales - is my favorite in the series. There are barely any scenes taking place in The Albrecht Stables, which means I didn't need to be spending time with some nasty people. (Yes, I'm mostly meaning you, Kyle! 🤬 I'm still waiting for your cock to be chopped off 😈)

The tone of the book was somehow a tiny bit lighter or at least it wasn't focusing solely on torturing Jennifer. Our girl finally got to enjoy herself a little. Well, part of the time. Oh damn, let's not lie to ourselves, she was a little enjoying the nasty parts too.

And there was the continuing scene of Marianna's night in the special restaurant bar. I still think this is the hottest scene in the entire series 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

We also got to see some secrets revealed about Mark and let's just there was a certain scene involving him that I kind of wish on him from the first book. Karma is a bitch, right? 😜

I don't want to spoil anything about the ending. I'm just gonna say I really didn't expect it and that I still don't understand wholly what exactly has happened. I guess I will have to proceed to The Velvet Chair series to find out. I wish to see HEA for some people and the exact opposite of HEA for some others.

Let the ride continue 🐎🐎🐎

I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.

[CC · Rating 4 out of 5]

4.25 Stars!



In The Ties That Bind, Jenny (a.k.a. Pretty Pink Petals) is transported in a cage to the eccentric artist/highest bidder at her auction. Upon arriving to the photo shoot, she quickly learns that no limits exist and she will soon be the star of two erotic tableaus; the first involves a pony girl carnival carousel and the second is a fantastical aquarium mermaid display. As promised by her trainer, Petal will be used in every way to fulfill the bidder’s fetish pleasure.

“Her body was already so ridiculously revved up she wanted to burst, and the game would be to make her wait. They would play with her, torment her, drag her up to her last breath and then capture every little movement on camera. Her life was about to become a photo storybook event."

While Mark now comprehends the price of his prized pony, he carefully considers the proposal knowing there is more than money at stake. Biding his time, Mark centers his focus on a certain submissive and continues to teach her his preferences in obedience. Adding to his absolute and inherent dominance, Mark continues to take his meals in the most inventive and decadent ways.

“The messier you get, young lady, the more time it will take me to clean you up. He picked up a dollop of caramel sauce and let it dribble from his spatula to land in little ribbons upon her immaculately smooth pussy.”

Meanwhile, the forces at play against Mark and Jenny are escalating their plan and using every weakness available to manipulate and tip the outcome in their favor. While their plan is clear, their ultimate motivation remains to be unveiled. Knowing their identities just adds to the tension of what is to come.

“I want to watch him squirm and I want him to know exactly what I'm capable of. When you take on someone of Matthews' calibre, you make sure he understands you the first time, because there's no way you'll get hold of him a second time.”

As Mark’s plan to help Jenny is set into motion, the tide unexpectedly turns when Mark is called upon to fulfill his bargain. Preying upon his weakness, Mark is forced to face his fears and to protect those he cares about. Of course, Mark handles the situation like a boss!

“So he put a lid on the all-consuming anger that would have had his bare hands annihilating the pair of them, right then and right there, and he smiled. He gave them a thousand-watt smile that belied his utter fucking exhaustion. More than one person could play at this little charade and he was more than conversant with the rules.”

With The Ties That Bind as the sixth and final book in this series, the plot has come full circle like a hot walker! Bloody hell! This series intrigued me from the beginning with its kinky pony play and dominant trainers. For some time, I wasn’t sure of the big picture but midway through the series, the pieces started to come together in a mysterious and calculated manner. To say I was surprised at the end game would be an understatement. Wow!!

C.P. Mandara’s writing style is both welcoming and stirring, as she introduces the reader to this elaborate world known as Albrecht Stables. The creativity and intricacy in the tableaus were exquisitely deviant. Moreover, the author successfully strikes a balance between kink and an intelligent plot with multi-dimensional characters. For those who have a very open (and naughty) mind willing to explore pony play and BDSM, I highly recommend this series!

I cannot wait for The Velvet Chair, which is a new series where Mark’s story will continue!


The Pony Tales Series:

[Louise H's Book Thoughts · Rating 5 out of 5]

How can a book be both wrong, funny and super sexy all at the same time? I'm not sure but Christina Mandara has certainly achieved that with The Ties That Bind. She has also produced an amazing story, full of suspense, peril, snark and heat.


Over the last few books we got to know Jenny, in this book I felt we really got to grips with knowing Mark, and I really liked what I saw. Unlike the previous five books, in this one we spend barely any time at Albrecht stables, though there was still lots of delightful kinky and perverse fun to be enjoyed, involving carousel horses and fish tanks.


There are dark elements to the story, though it doesn't 'feel' dark, in part due to Jennifer's mental attitude and fortitude throughout the books. The vast majority of the kinky sexual torment that she is subjected to would be considered at best dubious consent, and sometimes non-consensual. It is softened by the fact that Jenny thoroughly enjoys most of what she is subjected to, and further tempered by both a message from the author in the foreword and the fact that so very much of this story is fairy tale like in it's stretching of the possible.


I found myself totally absorbed in the story, spellbound by the excellent writing, drawn in by great characters (both good and bad), mesmerised by the twisted eroticism and entranced by the chemistry between Jenny and Mark. Theirs is not a conventional relationship, in fact it is still debatable if it could be called a relationship at all. It is, however, a compelling and all encompassing connection.


With each book read my enjoyment of this series has continued to increase. I really enjoyed the first few books but I am now totally invested in this pair and can't wait to see how their future plays out in the Velvet Lies series. Just so long as Michael Redcliffe, and a few others, get their comeuppance!

[C.P. Mandara · Rating 5 out of 5]

Sorry for the wait everyone! My fingers are crossed that you'll enjoy this new instalment to Pony Tales.

There's more good news, too. The books are set to continue with a new series... The Velvet Chair.

Here's a little taster for you ❤
Cocoa

Mark couldn’t sleep. It wasn’t your normal, run-of-the-mill insomnia, either. This time the stress payload he was carrying was nearly impossible to shift. Submission! The dirty old bastard wanted to see him brought low, but for what? His breathing hitched and he could feel the sweat breaking out on his forehead. That damn phone call had broken his cell. He’d been so shocked at Redcliff’s request that he’d dropped the thing. Get a grip, he cursed, feeling his fingers shaking around the pan of hot milk he had simmering on the range.
It was three am in the morning and he was making cocoa, of all things. Apparently, the stuff helped you sleep. Something about milk and an amino acid called tryptophan, but he wasn’t convinced. This was his third mug and the cloying chocolate was beginning to make his tongue curl in distaste. He didn’t want to think about Redcliff and his insane request, but typically that was all his subconscious wanted to focus on, and he was beginning to realise that he’d need chemicals in order to get the asshole out of his system. For a man who always prided himself on his exemplary control, resorting to sleeping tablets was the absolute last straw. It would be almost as if Redcliff had won before the battle even commenced. So, cocoa it was.
What did the man want? Not money, as he’d originally thought, but he most certainly wanted something. He’d put too high a price tag on his daughter, though. Mark’s body was not for sale. He’d travelled the submission route a long time ago and it was an experience he didn’t care to repeat. Once upon a time, he’d had barely a penny to his name and once upon a time, he’d have done nearly anything to succeed. That was many years ago, though. He’d chosen his path and he’d known the consequences.
Back in his teens, when he’d dropped out of college due to lack of funds, he already knew where he wanted to be, and more importantly, how to get there. The trouble was, he’d needed money and plenty of it in order to achieve his dream. He’d been frequently propositioned by women, even back then, but he’d always refused them. Mark hadn’t been bothered by the fairer sex at all in his youth. Sure he’d had some fun with them, but he was far too focused to let them take up much of his time. When they got all whiney and needy, as most of them did, he got rid of them immediately and moved on. All of them had swiftly gotten the hint, except one.
He let his thoughts trail back to Sophia. She’d been his ticket to ride. He owed her everything that he was today, but she’d demanded an astronomically high price in return. Sophia had been twelve years his senior, and back then the age gap had been insurmountable for him. She’d been a woman of the world, well travelled with a high-profile career, and she was frequently spotlight fodder for the paparazzi. The pair of them regularly met on his early morning run around Hyde Park, but although she smiled at him, he never gave her more than a cursory glance in return. Over the years he’d discovered that smiling at the wrong woman was dangerous, and he knew without a doubt that Sophia was not someone he wanted to mess with. She had an unshakeable air of confidence about her, eyes that spoke of cunning intelligence, and a beautiful body that was built for fucking. He knew she wanted him. Every time their paths crossed, and it was more frequent than it should have been, he could feel her lingering glance upon him, and the turn of her head as he jogged past. Here was a lady who was used to getting what she wanted. It was too bad she’d picked the wrong man to throw her lures at. He was simply not interested.
Sophia had been smart enough to bide her time and wait. She’d had him under surveillance, although he hadn’t known that at the time, but when he dropped out of college, she’d known what kind of trouble he was in. Even then, she hadn’t pounced. The woman had watched him apply for a ton of jobs, none of which he acquired due to his lack of experience, and then she had let the despair of soaring rent prices and stacking bills creep upon him. Her timing, when she finally did approach him, could not have been more perfect. He was nearly on his knees with despair, but little did he know that in a few days’ time, he’d be on his knees with a whole lot more than just depression on his mind.
The woman entered his life by brazenly blocking his exit out of Hyde Park’s Queen Elizabeth gates one day. She’d stood stock still in the widest stance she could manage with her legs shoulder width apart and her hands on her hips. He could have run around her, but it was clear she wanted to speak with him and knowing he would probably run into her sooner rather than later, he figured he’d stop and put an end to the silliness once and for all. Feigning a politeness he did not feel at her intrusion, he asked, “Can I help you?” If his tone was a little clipped, it was simply too bad.
“No,” she’d answered him with a calculating smile, “but I believe I can help you.” He’d looked at her darkly then, shaken his head and made to walk past her, but she’d held out one arm, stopping him in his tracks and said, “Here’s my card. Just read my offer. That’s all I ask.” He had taken the cream vellum business card from her proffered fingers, which had been expensively embossed with gold swirls, without really thinking about what he was doing. Before he could give it back she had neatly sidestepped out of his path and continued on her way, leaving him to stare at the twisted wrought-iron flowers, leaves and spirals that decorated the length and breadth of the magnificent gates. It had taken him several seconds to gather his wits and continue onwards. When curiosity led him to examine the card, the front was fairly harmless and told him that she held the position of Chief Financial Officer at a prestigious law firm in Chelsea. He remembered whistling. Whilst he was no expert in salaries, he knew enough to know that the woman was loaded. Turning the card over in his hands, he hadn’t really expected to find anything on the reverse, but there in scripted handwriting was just one word. Sex. It accompanied the figure of one thousand pounds. His jaw had hung open all the way home.
He hadn’t accepted her offer at first, but neither had he thrown the card away. You had to be pretty desperate to accept an offer like that and he had been sure there would be a job for him just around the corner. There hadn’t been. Two weeks later he had no money, no food and two days until his landlord threatened to evict him. His level of hopelessness had spiralled to such a degree, that he decided a one-night stand with an attractive lady couldn’t be all that bad. Still, he’d sat outside her office for two hours before he’d summoned enough courage to walk in.
It was clear Sophia had been almost as surprised as he was, with regards to his presence in her bureau. She’d almost taken a step backwards when she found him propped upon on a black recliner, waiting for her. Her gaze had quickly hardened to a pinpoint stare as she’d coolly assessed him.
“Your offer expired a week ago,” she said, and her tone was not friendly.
Mark had given her a lazy smile, one that belied his racing heart-beat and sweating palms, and had simply said, “Then write me another.” She stared at him for the longest ten seconds of his life, before answering. “Meet me back here at seven pm, sharp. If you’re late, the offer is null and void.”
He hadn’t been late.

The milk slopped into his powdered cocoa with a lot more force than necessary and he had an Icelandic geyser moment, where it whooshed out of the mug, did a double backflip and then landed with a wet splat against the flat surface of his ceramic hob.
Goddamn. Jumping backwards to avoid the scalding hot liquid, he could at least be thankful that he hadn’t managed to burn himself. What was wrong with him today? But the question wasn’t even worth asking. He knew exactly what was wrong. Redcliff had dropped a bombshell and now his ordered little world was fraying around the edges. He didn’t need a trip down memory lane right now. That part of his past had been over a long time ago, but he took a moment to wonder if the old man knew about it. It was doubtful. It wasn’t the sort of thing you spread around in general conversation and he couldn’t imagine Sophia having talked. She had far more to lose than he, should the details have been leaked.
Mopping up the mess of spilt milk and chocolate, he let his gut instinct take over. Clearly Redcliff wanted something. Mark had no doubt that he’d love to have his hide bent over double and spanked raw, but that wasn’t the main reason for his little request. There was something bigger at stake here. Money, power, control – it might be any of those things that the old guy wanted, but Mark’s submission would be secondary to the equation.
The trouble was, Mark knew how men like Redcliff operated. The word ‘no’ was not in their vocabulary and if one avenue of attack failed, he would most certainly have a back-up plan. It was the back-up plan that concerned him. No way in hell was he willingly going to agree to flatten himself out at Mr R’s feet, but if a few wheels turned in the right direction and a few palms were greased, he might just find himself exactly where he promised himself he would never be again. Whilst Sophia might have pushed him to his limit and beyond on more than one occasion, Redcliff would be looking for more. He would want blood, sweat, and tears. Let’s face it; the man was clearly unwell. He wouldn’t be winning any ‘father of the year competitions’ in the near future, and if he was capable of doing that to his daughter, hell only knew what he had planned for him. Rolling his fingers around his two throbbing temples, he decided that at the very least he’d have to upgrade his security. Then he needed to come up with a plan. He, like Redcliff, was not the sort of man to fall at the first hurdle. He would have Ms Redcliff, one way or another, and it would be on his terms or not at all.
Salted Caramel and Frozen Cheesecake

Soft groans of torment could be heard from inside the queen-sized bed. Arms thrashed wildly upon the heavily starched white sheets and legs flailed about helplessly, but whether the occupant was having a dream or a nightmare was uncertain. Dark, chestnut hair spilled out in all directions, unkempt and tangled from a fitful night’s sleep, and tempting, naked patches of tanned flesh frequently spilled from its generous confines.

From behind his screen on the observation deck, Vince grabbed his bowl of cornflakes, dug his spoon in deep and decided that even at the ridiculous hour of five am, he loved his job. There were many perks to being a security officer at the Sandringham Apartments. You got a comfy leather chair, twenty-six days annual paid holiday and as much tea and coffee as you could handle. You also got paid to watch some of the most beautiful women on the planet earth in all states of undress, quite legally, and for as many hours as you could handle. All he had to do was make sure none of them had any fun. His orders from the top were few. The women were allowed no unauthorised visitors, but more importantly, they were not permitted to orgasm. It was his job to review the security footage of the building on a daily basis, and report back any infringements of the rules to his boss. Unfortunately for him, his life had been very boring as of late. The girls could all have been auditioning for the role of Mary Poppins, because every single damn one of them toed the line to the letter. No masturbation, period. Not in the bathtub, not in the shower, not sneakily under the covers in the bedroom and not even hiding behind the sofa. They filed and painted their nails, they primped their hair, they trimmed and plucked, pouted and painted themselves in all kinds of make-up, but they never had any fun on his watch. This was all very well, but he signed up for this gig to watch women orgasm. He got a hefty bonus if he caught one of the girls playing the disappearing finger trick. Four months had gone by with nada to report. Nothing, zilch, zero and zip. Either he was going blind, or these girls were giving the late departed Mother Teresa a run for her money. It wasn’t that he needed the money. Zystrom paid him well enough without bonuses, but a little entertainment every now and again wouldn’t go amiss. So when he caught the merest hint of under-the-cover duvet action, he nearly fell off his chair.
Staring at Miss Morreau intently, Vince ascertained that her hands were moving underneath the sheets, and, well, wasn’t that a turn up for the books? Giving a little muttered, ‘Way-hay,’ he got his face up close and personal with his eighteen-inch monitor. Too close, as it happened, because his breath fogged up the glass. Backing away a touch, he felt his jaw drop open. Miss Morreau’s sheets had just slithered to the ground and both her hands were firmly between her legs. “Yes, yes, yes,” he hissed through his breath. His day had just taken on a rosy hue.

Marianna was simultaneously having the best and worst dream of her life. Reliving the events of Wednesday night, one moment she was awake and tearing at the sheets, and in the next she was thrashing about in the throes of sleep. Everything was coming back to her with startling clarity.

She was dressed in a teal outfit of see-through, diamond-shaped netting that displayed all of her assets in their entirety, every time she made a move. She was not wearing a shred of underwear. Breasts, nipples and a pair of reddened ass checks were on prominent display to any and all that cared to watch. As to her hands, they were fastened behind her back in a box-tie held tight by a leather thong, and her lips found themselves clutching a bright-red ball gag. If that wasn’t bad enough, someone had attached a clear Perspex tray to her abdomen, anchored upright by two clamps on the outer edge that were attached to her nipples by long silver chains. This meant any weight placed on the tray was borne by her poor, tender teats alone. Add nine small ceramic jugs of sake to the tray, and the result was a walking disaster precariously perched upon five-inch stilettos.
In her dream the floor moved in beautiful shades of turquoise green, interspersed with shoals of goldfish and bubbles. Unfortunately, walking in high heels on a constantly moving floor made her horribly dizzy. The nine flasks of warm, Japanese wine she carried on her tray were also excruciatingly heavy, and whilst the pain brought sobs to her throat, it also sent lightning bolts of desire straight through her. Her predicament was the sweetest of torments one moment and the most all-consuming agony the next. It was no wonder her feet were almost jogging forward, in her eagerness to be rid of her heavy load.

Wednesday Evening 10pm – Atlantisse Bar, London
Approaching the table, she lowered her limbs gracefully, so that her tray was at a comfortable level for the seated patrons to grasp their beverages. She had been taught well and her years of schooling were beginning to come back to her. Fight through the pain, lock it away and let the endorphins take over. As long as she kept moving, everything would be OK. If she stood still for too long, she would end up screaming. The gentleman to her left must have guessed at her pain tolerance, for he gave her a sympathetic wink and quickly whisked his drink away. Marianna would have given him a smile of gratitude, but her gag made that impossible. She dipped her eyes by way of thanks and hoped he understood. Another jug was removed, a hand crept up the inside of her thigh and two fingers tickled her sex. They fluttered along her clitoris as lightly as a butterfly, and flew away just as quickly. A hand then slapped her ass and told her to hurry up along the line before the wine cooled. She shot up with a yelp, watched in horror as seven jugs wobbled around dangerously, and breathed a sigh of relief as they settled. She didn’t want to think what might happen if she dropped them. The men and women in this room would have punishments in store for errant behaviour the likes of which were unimaginable. Marianna did not want to be at their mercy if she could possibly avoid it.
Squaring her shoulders and lifting her head, she felt her chestnut hair sweep gently around her chin. Damn Dev and Stephen for pulling her neat chignon to pieces. She hated wearing her hair down when in a submissive role. It was part of her body armour, the harsh lines of an up-do gave off a regal, don’t-touch-me air and that had all been lost in an instant. Marianna was positive she now looked like a walking billboard for a brothel, and there would be no need for flashing red lights. Her eyes were drowning in desire.
Two more flasks left her tray in fairly short order, but they came at a high price. One hand grasped at her right ass cheek and squeezed tightly, whilst a single finger circled the tight little nub of her left nipple and that light touch was the cruellest of whispers across her skin. She almost screamed behind her gag. Then she lost count of the damn flasks. There were hands all over her, fisting themselves in her hair, tugging at her dress, squeezing her breasts and pulling at her teats. The sensory overload was almost crippling to one who had been denied any kind of stimulation for so long. Her body responded by arching itself into their hands, and begging for more of the same.
In short order, two men had bent her low over the long, glass banquet table and, after spreading her legs as wide as they could possibly go, had sat down on either side of her and let their fingers have free rein. Both men were tall, well-built, stocky fellows and there was no way she was going to mess with either of them. She kept her eyes forward and her head lowered.
Taking a firm hold of the soft waves of silky hair at the base of her neck, one of the men twisted her face sideways upon the table so she was forced to look at him. Well, she was looking at the middle of a very elegant, tailored dinner jacket, in any case. “I’m Raynor,” said the first, introducing himself. His accent had a Germanic twinge and she would have placed him as Dutch. “My partner in crime over there is Huss, and he likes ass play, so I’d brace yourself if I were you. He’s going to stretch both of your tight little holes until you can’t remember which day of the week it is, and after he’s done that, he’s going to see if he can completely wreck your calendar with his multiple orgasm technique. How many was it last time, Huss?”
Huss, who was currently working over her clit with fingers that were far too dextrous and skilled, made a grunt from behind her. There was a pause as he decided upon his answer. Marianna mewled pitifully as his fingers stopped in mid-flow. “I think maybe four, but it could be five. I lose count when I get excited.” His fingers then continued on their beautiful journey, graduating from the lightest of touches to a modest spiral.
“She’s breathing quite heavily, Huss. I’d say you’re on the right track, old chap.”

[BookAddict ✒ La Crimson Femme · Rating 4 out of 5]

My mind is blown. What on EARTH just happened? C.P. Mandara informed me several times with great reassurance that it will all make sense in book six. I'm here to tell her...



No, seriously, I got to the end of the book and I'm totally WTF-ing. I had to re-read sections, and not for "me-time" purposes. I feel like I'm being rushed. Because the first five books were all torture, torture, torture. Petal is annoying. Petal is dumb. Petal can't shut the hell up. Petal is going to be hurt really bad!

This one starts the same, but Ms. Mandara totally shoots the non-con BDSM out of Earth's orbit. Her creativity on how she violates females is out of this world. This is some excellent spank bank material. Innovative, dangerous and just messed up! Just about all the different edge-play is in here. Most are past BORK (Balls out reckless kink). The aquarium scene was fabulous. I loved it. Other than the major risk of death, I wished I could experience it. I specifically loved how the fins were attached to Petal. The carousel ride was another fucked up twisted masturbation fantasy. Loved it.

From a character perspective, I still don't like Jenny aka Petal. Mark is not exactly growing on me either. As we learn more about Jenny, it confuses me because what she is saying doesn't match what the first five book shares about her father. This one piece really bugged me. Then at the end, I'm like, WTF? This new reveal came out of left field. Why is this happening? What is going on?

The mind fuck in this book is all over the place. The ending sets up for another book. Maybe it will be the final? Or maybe it will be another series. Doesn't matter to me either way because I will read them. This book is my favourite in the series. This series must be read in order. This is definitely not a standalone. Recommended for kinky readers who are all about the non-con.

*I received this book as a review copy in return for an honest review

[Felicity Brandon · Rating 5 out of 5]

Loved, loved, loved this book! Scorching hot sexual encounters and great characterisation!

Mandara ticks all of my boxes for erotic BDSM sex and I just adore the scenes of female domination. The plight of Jennifer is played out in numerous dark sexual fantasies; all of which are well-written and believable.

I confess I had only read the first Pony Tales encounter before picking up my copy of The Ties That Bind, so some areas of the plot were a little unclear to me. This however did not erode my enjoyment of the book, or my fascination with the lead protagonists...

Finally - without wanting to offer any spoilers - I really appreciated the ending, which I certainly did not see coming...

[SBee Reviews · Rating 5 out of 5]

★ A fantastic series overall - Utterly creative and imaginative ★

—>>> I would give good money to see this series put on film, but I am not sure that they could do the erotism true justice. Mark was not going to forsake his dark past’s teachings to undo it all for one little Pony girl, even though she was the only woman who seemed to persist in his mind. This last book describes in full detail unique and decadent play establishments, and we are allowed the opportunity to delve into an erotic artist’s very depraved mind as he sets Jenny up to feature in his tailored carnival-like canvases of fetish cornucopia. But these featured events only serve to move along the backstory of Redcliff and his very involved plans for his daughter.

Utterly creative and imaginative. A fantastic series overall!

[Elizabeth · Rating 5 out of 5]

OH.MY.GOD!! This book was freakin’ awesome! I have loved this series from the beginning, so when I was contacted to beta read I was ecstatic!! I couldn't wait to see what was in store for Mark and Jenny. And oh my Ms Mandara did not disappoint!!
I was blown away by the whole book and my gosh it was hot and so so naughty!!!
But that ending....WOW...Why?!! It completely took me by surprise. I don't want to spoil anything so will not elaborate, you will have to read it to find out!! Lol!!
Thank you again to the author I loved this series and can't wait to see what else you have install!! :)

[dayna winge · Rating 1 out of 5]

50 Shades looked good after this

The preview for this whole series does not even come close to the sadistic, non-consensual sexual abuse that Jenny goes through. No safe word, no choice in anything that happens to her. The things that they do to her borders on abuse. Withholding food and water, physical torture.

The technical problema that should ha e been caught in editing are numerous and make it difficult at times to read.

I wouldn't recommend this series to anyone.

[Normandie Alleman · Rating 5 out of 5]

I love Mandara's Pony Tales. The world she's created is seductive, somewhat dark, and highly imaginative. In this book we get to see some other sides of some of the main characters, giving them even more depth. The sex bits are hot, and the writing is sublime. While I didn't ever want it to end, I believe the author served up a conclusion worthy of this delightfully erotic series.

[Linda · Rating 5 out of 5]

Ms. Mandara, you have drawn me into this world of debauchery; yes, you have!

Oh my gosh, you had me in love with Mark, but The Ties That Bind solidified it even more so!

I can't wait to see what Mark has in store for Redcliff! And what will happen to Jen? I think she might be in a world of hurt at Mark's hands.

Oh what a web you have woven!

I cringed at Mark's treatment! I loved how he left!!!!! I can't wait for more!!!!

I received an advanced reader copy, and this is my honest and voluntary review.

[Terri Trawets · Rating 5 out of 5]

This is quite a salacious and erotic story. Jenny is sent as a pony girl to perform for the gentleman who bought her at the auction. Her pre-planned escapades are entertaining, difficult and filled with surprising experiences. Her body became an instrument of outstanding experimentation enticing both pleasure and pain.

Listening in to Mark’s biased, yet totally salacious thoughts, was enough to keep me reading. This Pony Tales Series is way more erotically enticing than I had previously thought possible. Please keep writing Ms. Mandara!

[Omoye · Rating 1 out of 5]

COULD NOT FINISH. I FORCED MYSELF FOR DAYS TO PLOW THRU THIS. BUT I COULD NOT.

This erotica was rated so highly on a must read list and while the author can clearly write, he or she extends one moment into a thousand. And then I’m forced to learn a thousand more of characters that are ancillary at best!

No plot when it moves like molasses.

The headache I get when I read bad books is a powerful thing. My head is throbbing. I abhor leaving books unfinished but I’ve punished myself long enough.

This is what i get for trying to find quick reads.

[Sharon · Rating 5 out of 5]

There is so much in this book, in the entire series. As the final book in the series I was expecting and hoping for more of an ending than I got. This is a plot that once read is not going to be easy to forget. What Jenny/Petals is subjected to is sadistic and so there are triggers throughout this entire book and it’s extremely dark. I’m looking forward to reading more from this author as I do love dark romances but even, I had to take a breather now and then whilst reading this.

I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.

[Theresa Doherty · Rating 5 out of 5]

A game was being played and try as he might he would not win, the battle as to who got Jennifer/Petal was raging and Mark couldn't think straight could he save Petal. Omg I have devoured this series it makes you want more and more, not for the faint hearted but a great dark intense read with twists and turns that will knock you off your feet.

I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review.

[Pam · Rating 5 out of 5]

GREAT series - awesome book! This book and the whole series are very descriptive and HOT! The twist in this book shocked me BUT another twist I knew would happen but when it did I was still surprised. The feelings for Jenny this book pulls from you and for Mark are the whole gambit of emotions. This is one the best books I have read in awhile. AWESOME plot, characters and emotions and HOTNESS! Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

[Kat Crimson · Rating 5 out of 5]

Begging for More Abuse
No expense was spared in the telling of this intricate and depraved tale of untold humiliations, heaped upon hedonistic excesses and forcefully blanketed with the wicked intentions and manipulations of excessively f*cked up, extraordinarily rich and certifiably insane family. This book, with it's clever twists, well developed characters, and highly imagined scenery will run you through the gamut of your emotions, from fear, anxiety, anger, outrage, fulfillment, anguish, hope and more, as you find yourself sucked into each character's torments and small victories.

I'm not sure it would ever have occurred to me to wonder what it would feel like to be tortured, in sensitive areas, by the feel of an airbrush coating me in a decorative layer of false skin so my assets could be best displayed. Or how it would feel to breathe underwater, using experimental technology funded by the warped mind of a wealthy sexual deviant, while being molested by masked and anonymous divers at every turn. Or even how it would feel to be harnessed into a living carousel, for the amusement of others, while being violated and penetrated in several orifices by thrusting dildos. But these are the types of things that you will find in C.P. Mandara's lavishly depicted, extravagant world of debauchery, hedonism, duplicity, machinations and revenge.

Once the seeds have been planted, it is hard to keep them from growing. The author's inventive, creative imagination and knack for portraying sexual excess and taboo in such a highly detailed way that it brings reality to them and breathes life into them, will have you expanding the kink portion of your brain and stretching it to its limits.

I won't give away the ending of this dark and lusty tale, but I will say that the culmination of this series, rather than leaving you fulfilled and sated, will leave you begging for more of the same depraved, wicked, tortured treatment, at its masterful reins.

[Cara Nicole · Rating 5 out of 5]

This book is full of some crazy-inventive kink. It's the final book in the pony-tales, so many questions are answered. If you haven't read the previous books, you may be a little lost, but if all you are looking for is an insane amount of kinky sex, then this book can fit the bill too. We see more of Mark, and in The Ties That Bind, he has to make a choice. Will he still be the bastard that we've been used to, or will we see a more human side to him? Jenny is shipped off from the stables to Leyland's domain, where she is subjected to an interesting carnival and imaginative bondage. She's always been strong, but this book takes her strength to a new level, and I'm not sure whether I respect her or think she needs her head checked out. Regardless, The Ties that Bind is a well-written story, but is not for the faint-hearted. Those that can handle it though are in for a wild and sexy ride that will open your eyes and leave you panting.
I received a copy of The Ties That Bind via NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.

[Lesley Robson · Rating 4 out of 5]

I must say when I first started reading this series I didnt know what I letting myself in for but one this is for sure I couldnt put the books down I needed to know what was gonna happen. Although I have read BDSM books before this is by far the kinkiest of kink that I have ever read. Was Jenny gonna be stuck there till she was sold or would Mark find a way to get her out of this mess all together. I found myself getting so wrapped up in this series I couldnt put the books down till I had finished them all. The sex was off the charts. I found I was starting to obsess about what was gonna happen to her next with her training and who will be training her etc. A lot of questions that I had throughout the series have been answered in this book but w hat I didnt expect was the ending.. OH MY GOD and a massive wtf moment what a way to throw a spanner in the works. I really hope there is gonna be a spin off that follows this story as there are a lot of unanswered questions with the ending.

[Muffy Wilson · Rating 5 out of 5]

Get it, Read it, Love all over it!!

The torment is the most titillating possible, the calm is the most pleasurable. One cannot be without the other and this final book (say it isn’t true!!) brings the scintillating difference to excruciating life. Everything about this book, and the entire series, it top notch and scorching. If you are into reading about BDSM, doms and subs, and the people they love to sublimate, you will never be disappointed with one of CP Mandara’s novels. Artistic, colorful, creative and articulately realistic, this final installment in the Mark and Jenny series, will not deny you your pleasures—ultimately. If you can think of it, it is in this PonyGirl collection, especially book 6. The plot line is rich with detail and complexities, the characters are realistically complex and imperfect and the ending….well, then ending is…………not to be missed! Get it, Read it, Love all over it!!

[Muffy Wilson · Rating 5 out of 5]

Get it, Read it, Love all over it!!

The torment is the most titillating possible, the calm is the most pleasurable. One cannot be without the other and this final book (say it isn’t true!!) brings the scintillating difference to excruciating life. Everything about this book, and the entire series, it top notch and scorching. If you are into reading about BDSM, doms and subs, and the people they love to sublimate, you will never be disappointed with one of CP Mandara’s novels. Artistic, colorful, creative and articulately realistic, this final installment in the Mark and Jenny series, will not deny you your pleasures—ultimately. If you can think of it, it is in this PonyGirl collection, especially book 6. The plot line is rich with detail and complexities, the characters are realistically complex and imperfect and the ending….well, then ending is…………not to be missed! Get it, Read it, Love all over it!!

[Holly Gill · Rating 5 out of 5]

Wow, wow, wow, this book was beyond belief.

I still love Mark Matthews. This book starts with Mark willing to pay crazy money for the release of Redcliff's daughter Jenny, only this leaves Mark with a dilemma does he surrender his body and mind to his enemy knowing what they could do to him. This book had me gasping my breath, holding on for my dear life and then the twist of all twists arrived. I liked Jenny, I loved the chemistry between the couple. The ending, I'm not giving anything away, but hell, I never saw that coming.

This series had blown me away took my by surprise, leaving me intrigued, frustrated, on the edge and lusting all in the same paragraphs. This series isn't for all, certainly not for the faint hearted.

If you enjoy reading extreme BDSM with lots of kink, pain, torture and a sexy male, then hell read this series.

[Mollien Fote Osterman · Rating 4 out of 5]

4 Riding Crops

I read the first book of this series a few months ago. It was hot and full of dark situations. When I saw that this book was available for review, I jumped at the chance. I must recommend that this series be read in its entirety. I missed so much between book two and book five that I must admit that I was lost. Reading it by itself will definitely get your heart racing. If you like hardcore BDSM, you will enjoy this series. I think I am going to have to read the rest of the series to better understand C. P. Mandara’s continuation series.

ARC provided by the Author, and Love Bites and Silk in exchange for an honest review. Read and reviewed by Mollien from Alpha Book Club.

[Jodee · Rating 4 out of 5]

OMG!!
This book was good. Now I have to go back and read all the ones leading up to this.

The alpha male in this book definitely knows what he wants. This book has wonderful bondage scenes that make you need to pick your jaw up off the floor. I haven't read the other books in this series so I am sure that they are all as tension loaded as this one. But I don't know if they are all have an ending as wonderful as this one. The ending was definitely not what I was expecting.

C.P. Mandara has definitely created a wonderful seductive work. It may be a little dark, but I am not afraid of the dark. Are you?

This is a book that moves fast and has lots of suspense and drama. This is the sixth and final book in the Pony Tail series, and a must read.

[Ashley Hayes]

Daaaaaaaaaayum, this was one of those books that leaves you wondering if you are doing your sex life wrong. I thought this whole story was hot as Hades and then some. It reminds me of the Anne Rice Beauty trilogy in a way but it's also just different enough that I didn't feel like it was copied. I guess that's the only story like this that I have read.
I wish I'd read the first books before this one but it's very easy to fall into the storyline. Fair Warning: this book is not for the faint of heart and is a hard core BDSM based book series. I haven't read any of the other books in the series but I will definitely have to get my hands on them because A) I need more ideas and B) I really enjoyed this book. My poor hubby. LOL

[Scarlett Flame · Rating 5 out of 5]

I have followed this Pony Girl series avidly from the very first one and loved it, but this is the best by far.

This tale is so twisted and convoluted, that I can honestly say you will have no clue what will cum next, ( sorry about the pun.)

I suggest that you start with the first book in the series, then move through them in order.

With some of the kinkiest and most erotic writing I have read. Miss Mandara is truly becoming one of the Queens of kinky writing.

The ending is a shock, and an amazing cliff hanger to boot.

Write faster Ms Mandara, can't wait to read the next panty- wetting instalment

[Deborah McClatchey · Rating 5 out of 5]

The Ties That Bind: Enduring Imaginative Bondage and BDSM (Pony Tales Book 6) I was gifted this ARC in exchange for an honest review. I loved it! I found it intriguing and the well-written sex scenes are sizzling hot! Jennifer will never be the same after these life-changing experiences. I've read all of the Pony Tales and this final one did not disappoint. C.P. Mandera wove yet another amazing tale that left me wanting more! Book 7 please?? If you love dark, hot sex, you don't want to miss this one!

[Jacintha · Rating 5 out of 5]

BDSM Fireworks! I've been looking forward to the end of this series for forever - and it didn't disappoint. The drama surrounding Matthews and Redcliff gets so intense that the pages just flew through my hands. Would Mark fall for Marianna or Jen? Would he cave to Redcliffe's demands? This is dark erotica with no compare anywhere else. Sparks, violet wand play, electro shock, crazy bondage, and the alpha has a sense of humor, too. What more could you want? Another series, perhaps? More Mandara, please!

[Lily · Rating 4 out of 5]

Oh my God, I cannot believe that this is the end of the Pony Tale Series!!! When I got to the end and read that this was the conclusion, I was shocked and in a state of disbelief. I was so ready to search out the release date of the next book immediately, not truly believing it. But now that I've had a bit of time to process it all, I suppose this is an okay end to a fantastic book and amazing series. Okay, so I'm still pouting, I want to read MORE MORE MORE. Ms. Mandara must be a sadist!