by Tess Lamont
BOUND TO IGNITE
by
Tess Lamont
Copyright 2013 by Tess Lamont
Kindle Edition
ASIN: B00CA4YNIY
Publishing History
December 2010 Wild Rose Press, First Scarlet Rose Edition
April 2013 Kindle Edition
License Statement
Thank you for downloading this ebook. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only and may not be re-sold. The author appreciates your support for her work.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author of this work of fiction acknowledges the following trademarks:
Ocean’s 11: Warner Brothers Entertainment, Inc.
Dedication
To Anke, who read the very first version and said,
“Stop being embarrassed and go with it.”
Thank you.
PRAISE FOR TESS LAMONT’S SOUTH JERSEY BOUND SERIES
BOUND TO BE MINE
“Their chemistry is sizzling, the sexual tension palpable. A thoroughly sexy read.”
~Bella, Fallen Angel Review
“The chemistry between Lisa and Ben gives the reader a taste of what can happen when two people are ultimately suited to meet each other’s needs…Needless to say, the bedroom activities in this book are not for the faint of heart, but contain lessons in loving we can all learn from. Ultimately, the question remains, can Lisa and Ben get past their past? You will have to read this book to find out, but as smoothly written as it is, that will be no chore.”
~Sky, The Romance Studio
“I could not put the book aside until I knew what the end would be.”
~Gina Kincade
“The story is well-written and progresses at a steady pace, which is wonderful in a novella this length. Ben and Lisa have an excellent chemistry, and their emotional scenes are both touching and heart-breaking. Be sure to place this story onto your TBR list, especially if you love a BDSM themed erotica with oodles of emotion.
~4.5 Cherries-Fern, Whipped Cream Reviews
BOUND TO SURRENDER
“…she did a wonderful job keeping my interest through all 80 pages. It is a must read if you want to enjoy an hour away from all the everyday pressure to go away into the lives of Christina and Bryce.
This story is definitely a 5 Tea Cup and 3 heat index. The story makes you realize that submission and trust is needed to fulfill all your sexual desires.”
~Wendy, Happily Ever After Reviews
“Tess Lamont has done an excellent job with this story. It is well written and holds your interest from page one. If you are looking for a quick read pick up this one. It's worth it. Great job.”
~Gemstone Review
BOUND TO IGNITE
“If you’re looking for a book with hot spanking and hotter sex, Bound to Ignite is sure to hit your fancy.”
~Violet, Whipped Cream Reviews
“Bound to Ignite is a thrilling exploration into the world of spanking. I thought the author gave a refreshing take on the world of spanking, even though Eric has no experience she gives an honest take on what it would be like to try something new. An enjoyable read”
~Emily, Sensual Reads
“Bound to Ignite will definitely heat up your reading time.”
~Starla Kaye, Got Erotic Romance
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BOUND TO IGNITE
Under a table at Helga’s Diner, Jillian slid her stocking-clad feet from nasty pink bridesmaid shoes. She sighed. Her shoes were dyed to match an equally nasty dress, making her plan to seduce the best man difficult…if not impossible.
Her pulse thudded as she smiled slowly and stretched her legs onto the opposite booth. She crossed her ankles next to her target’s thigh and wiggled her toes.
Eric glanced down and grinned. His salt-and-pepper hair spilled across his forehead. Her chest tightened and a tremor tripped up her thigh.
Laugh lines were just starting to accent his pale green eyes. He was strikingly handsome. She wanted him just as much as—no, even more than—she did back in high school. This time, she meant to have him.
There had always been something between them, even though she’d never acted on her desire. In fact, she’d run and kept running.
She wouldn’t run tonight.
She’d bet anything, even her pair of sling-back pumps that made her feel powerful and look like she was all leg, Eric wanted her, too. Though power wasn’t the feeling she craved when she looked into Eric’s eyes. When she looked into his eyes, she wanted to crawl across his lap, with her skirt up and ass bare.
She took a deep breath as her pussy moistened. She had two goals for the night. First, see her best friend Lisa married. Done. Second, coax Eric into fulfilling the secret fantasy that made her sweat—the thought of a hard, erotic spanking. Even though the thought of a man hitting a woman in anger horrified her, she craved a strong man’s palm across her ass.
She trusted Eric and she’d wanted him for, well, forever. He was the perfect solution. She wasn’t looking for commitment, just one smoking-hot night when she could finally let loose.
She curved her lips into the barest quirk of a smile.
“We look like two kids just back from prom.” She laughed louder than she’d intended.
“No offense, Jil, but I don’t think any self-respecting teen would choose that dress.”
She glanced down at the gauzy ruffle froth along her neckline as he shook his head.
“Awful, isn’t it?”
“Bloody Mary meets Bride of Frankenstein.” He leaned across the table to finger the lace, “with a bit of Disney princess thrown in for fun.”
His knuckles brushed her bare skin, sending erotic shocks throughout her body. He’d touched her frequently this evening. In fact, they’d been flirting outrageously all weekend. As maid of honor and best man, they’d had plenty of proximity. Annoyingly, though, they hadn’t found time alone.
Until now.
She shoved her hands between her thighs to accent her cleavage and leaned forward. “Yes, I’m pathetic in pink.” She smirked and arched a brow. “While you get to look all Ocean’s Eleven in your black tie.”
“Ocean’s Eleven?” Eric’s eyebrows sprung up. “Sinatra or Clooney?”
“Let me see.” She worked her shaking fingers beneath his bow tie and tugged the slippery, black fabric. She released the knot and left her palm resting against his chest. His body heat radiated through his shirt’s fine cotton weave. His heart beat fast.
“Definitely Clooney,” she murmured.
His laugh rumbled through his chest. “Do you really think I look like George Clooney?
She rolled her eyes, playfully running a knuckle beneath his chin. “Oh, don’t gimme that—you know you’re hot. And, that hint of grey in your hair only makes you look better.”
“Well, some women find me attractive.” Eric’s gaze was unreadable and his voice husky. “But you’ve never told me what you thought.”
“Now you know.” She licked and bit her bottom lip, then looked away. Putting her feelings out there made her feel vulnerable.
“I think they do it on purpose,” Eric said, breaking the awkward silence.
“Who?”
“Brides. I think they pick out the nastiest bridesmaid dresses so they look the best.”
She snorted. Letting him believe his assertion was unfair to her friend Lisa, but she wasn’t about to tell him they’d bought cheap dresses so Lisa could buy special toys for her wedding night. She wondered which Ben, the groom, had chosen to u
se first—the thick leather strap or the soft leather flogger. She shivered.
Clearing her throat, she said, “I wouldn’t know.”
“Why is that, exactly?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why don’t you have a boyfriend or husband or something?”
“I could ask you the same question,” she gritted out.
He dimpled. “I’ve been busy with work.”
His words didn’t quite ring true.
“Same here.” She eased back into the comfort of the booth.
If she told him that none of her boyfriends had ever measured up to him, he might guess how deep her feelings ran. Then, she’d never get him to agree to a hard-core weekend of spanking and sex.
She needed this, she needed him. She wanted Eric to take her, to dominate her. She craved him with a need that bordered on pain.
“Well then,” he said.
“Awkward, huh?” she asked.
“A little,” he agreed. “But I’m glad you asked me to join you. I thought you were going to change before we left the hotel.”
“I was. But I didn’t think it was fair, since you didn’t have time to go home and change. Besides, my room backs to the happy couple’s and the sounds were…” She glanced up through her lashes, “well, let’s just say I needed to get out of there.”
She hoped he would take the bait. After all, the groom, Ben, was his best friend. He had to know about Ben and Lisa’s relationship. Why, right now, Lisa was most likely clad in her wedding bustier, locked in her favorite black, fuzzy handcuffs, and letting out a hiss of bone-deep pleasure with every smack.
He smirked, but said nothing.
This should be easier. Didn’t all men want sex? Didn’t all men fantasize about their female friends? She bit her lower lip. How many nights had she indulged in dreams of Eric, conjuring images of them together from some strange and powerful need at her core? She inhaled deeply, summoning all her courage. To get what she wanted, she was going to have to be direct.
“So what do you think of Lisa and Ben?” Her tone was deceptively light. “I mean, I know what you think of them, but I just wondered what you thought of their lifestyle.”
Lifestyle. The word hung in the air, wafting between them like stale cigarette smoke. Desire hazed her vision, but her words left her heart naked and her longing exposed. Her pulse beat with the intensity of an 80s power ballad. She stroked his arm to its rhythm, silently willing him to understand, to unlock the need she believed was in him, a need that mirrored hers. She parted her lips in anticipation.
He tilted his head, showing his chin’s hard, even line. His gaze shifted from her face to her hand and back.
“I’d say if they’ve found happiness, well then, that’s rare enough, isn’t it? I don’t judge.” He spoke slowly, as if he were unsure of her opinion and choosing each word carefully. Boldness drew a smile on her lips.
“You know, Eric, sometimes I find myself just a little bit curious. I wonder what it’d be like to play like Lisa and Ben play.”
Her mouth dried. His arm tensed under her hand. He glanced to the side and surveyed the mostly empty diner.
She kept her gaze on him, knowing no one could hear them. She’d slipped a twenty to the hostess on the way in, just to make sure they wouldn’t be disturbed. She held her breath until Eric’s dilating eyes returned to hers. The soft flesh between her breasts quivered.
“I suppose every couple is different,” he replied, betraying nothing.
“My fantasies make me hot. And…and I was wondering if,” breathe, “you would be interested in helping me fulfill a fantasy?”
He blinked a few times before clearing his throat.
“Are you asking…if I would…if you and I could…?” His eyebrows were high and his voice sounded low and gravelly.
She nodded, never breaking eye contact. She shivered from her spine down to her hips as Eric searched her face. She left herself open, tilting her chin. Emotions played on his features, thoughts she couldn’t hope to read and, if she were honest, didn’t really want to understand.
Of course, their situation was complicated. Of course, sex would change things. Those details didn’t concern her, not anymore. She would have him, even if she had him just for one night.
“Jillian, I—” He looked away.
“Don’t.” She gripped his arm.
He stiffened. Panic jolted in her belly. She let go.
Consent couldn’t be forced. She shoved her hands back under the table so she wouldn’t be tempted to touch him again.
“Eric,” she made her voice even and sure, “I don’t want any promises, really, I don’t. I don’t want to talk about the past or the future—not even next week or next month. I just need one night. I need this. It’s all I can think about, and,” she took a deep breath, “I think you want it, too.”
She’d done it. No matter what he said, things would never be the same.
She looked out across the diner, trying to give Eric time and privacy to think. She closed her eyes. Let him walk out. She did not have to watch.
Her heart jerked as the diner bench creaked. He settled in by her side. Rough heat radiated from his fingertips as he slid them, slowly and lightly, from her cheek to her chin. His knuckle touched the bottom of her chin and urged up her face.
She opened her eyes, and dropped her gaze away from his lingering reserve. A few dark hairs peeked out where his shirt lay open. She imagined how he would look when naked. Dark curls would spread across his chest, tapering off at his taut stomach and then…Oh God. She licked her lips. Closing her eyes again, she focused on the sensation of his finger on her chin.
“Tell me more about your needs, Jillian.” His baritone voice broke her reverie.
Light as an eyelash-kiss, his knuckle retraced its path across her cheek. She couldn’t call forth a single sound, though her breath returned in a rush.
There was a vast gap between suggesting a fantasy and actually spelling one out. She edged toward the precipice.
“I…I…” Jillian peeked around him. The diner was empty except for a few old men reading papers at the far counter.
He wrapped one arm around her waist. She snuggled into his hard, athletic body and inhaled. His soothing scent filled her, dissolving the tension from her shoulders. He stroked her hair to a gentle rhythm and effervescent bubbling tingled in her chest like cold champagne.
“Better?” he asked, his lips muffled by her hair.
“Yes,” she sighed. His warmth seeped into her skin and her heartbeat slowed until it matched his, steady and strong.
“Tell me what you want, Jillie. Tell me everything,” he whispered against her ear. His tone held just a hint of command. She sucked in her bottom lip. She loved that tone.
Where should she start? Whenever she looked at Eric, she wanted to be naked, arching her back and begging for his stiff, hard cock or bending over his lap, preparing to be spanked. His strong hands fascinated her. His grip would be unyielding, as he pinned her against his knee. She sighed, imagining one of his calloused palms coming down hard on her ass.
She shifted in the booth as her ass tingled.
“Jillian, if you want my…help…you have to trust me,” Eric breathed.
“I can’t explain. It’s like I have an ache for you, for your hands…” She bit her lips, fighting mortification. “It’s kinky.”
Eric’s teeth grazed her earlobe, ending in a rough pinch. Sharp shards of desire pricked her thighs. She sucked in.
“Trust me, Jillian,” he murmured. “Tell me how you ache for me.”
Eric bent and rubbed his mouth against her neck. His soft lips contrasted with his iron grip. He brushed a long, biting kiss from her nape to her shoulder. She almost moaned aloud as he drew his other hand across her stomach. His breath scattered chills across her heated flesh. Of their own accord, her legs relaxed and fell open.
God, it was happening…it was truly happening. And, it was better than she had even fa
ntasized.
Hot desire radiated from her hips pumping her with courage and certainty. Her need, perhaps, wasn’t quite normal, but she was safe with Eric. She’d made her choice.
“I want you in me, Eric. But more than that, I want you on top of me, I want you to take command of me…I want you to pull me over your knee…” she took a deep breath, “…and spank me.”
Eric growled as he nestled her body against the wall so his back and the booth sheltered her from view. He splayed his hand across her ribs and nestled his thumb between her breasts. He pressed her back into the crook of his arm.
His hands were warm. His breath tickled and aroused her.
“This will change things.” He lightly bit her neck. “Are you sure you want to go there?”
“God, yes.” She wanted his fingers to soothe her erect and aching nipples.
His laugh rumbled deep in his chest. She twisted in his grasp, but he dug his fingers into her waist, keeping her firmly in place.
“Shh, shh, Jillie,” he coaxed. “I’m not laughing at you. I’m fucking amazed, that’s all. You asked for what you wanted, like a good girl should.”
Being called a ‘good girl’ sent a surge of elation through her, heightening every sense. Scalding heat lit her clit. Her pussy felt like fire…no, not fire…lava…fucking molten lava. She gasped and hid her face against his chest.
“Open your legs for me, Jil.”
Her legs fell apart. Fabric caressed her skin as Eric crinkled her dress in his fist. Inch by slow inch, he exposed her, though his body kept their activities private.
She and Christina—Lisa’s other bridesmaid—had worn thigh-high stockings and gone panty-less during the wedding. They had both planned seductions and wanted to heighten their anticipation. Now, Jillie was glad—so glad. She ached to feel Eric’s fingers stroke her engorged clit.
“Ah, yeah.”
His chest vibrated with a carnal hum of lust when he realized she was bare. He slid his fingers—quick and light—against her wetness. She rode the sensation, shivering.
