Bound by Design: A Binding Ties Story
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The Initiation of Isabella
© 2009 Jenna Ives
A Binding Ties Story
Isabella Tallin, a brand-spanking new Sigma Iomega Nu sorority pledge, thought she was waiting at the corner of Elm and Main for her initiation rite to begin. She knows these things are notoriously secret affairs, but surely the initiation doesn’t involve a gorgeous guy in a hot red convertible and being bound, gagged, and blindfolded…does it? Only one way to find out…
Logan Sommers can’t believe the innocent-looking girl waiting for him is his mysterious client—a sexually jaded woman who paid his company, Fantasies Fulfilled, to indulge her most outrageous sexual fantasies. But the pickup instructions were clear. He’s never forced himself on anyone in his life, but if she insists on playing the innocent schoolgirl…well, it’s her party.
Then his planned night of seduction almost earns him a black eye…
Warning: You’ll be hot to join this sorority by the end of the story!
Enjoy the following excerpt for The Initiation of Isabella:
Isabella felt a gentle tug as Mr. Sexy hooked a finger around the short chain that linked her handcuffs, and drew her toward the mysterious door. She tried not to stumble as she was led inside, blindfolded, handcuffed, and totally dependant on his guidance. She listened carefully for any sound from the other pledges who were supposedly here, but all was quiet.
Twenty paces into the room, they stopped. She felt Mr. S work at her handcuffs, attaching something.
She sensed him walking away, then heard a metallic grinding noise. She gasped as her wrists were slowly raised into the air, hoisting her up until she was only able to touch the floor with her tiptoes.
“What are you doing?” she demanded, fear lodging firmly in her throat. “Let me down right now!”
She was brought up short by his deep, sexy voice coming from directly in front of her. “Shhh. This is all part of what you want.”
Well, she’d thought she wanted to join Sigma Iomega Nu, and yes, she did know that some sort of initiation was part of the process. But this was outrageous. Wasn’t it? Had the other girls gone through this too?
Stories of female pledges tied naked to trees, or trussed up and thrown into the sea tumbled through her mind. She hadn’t believed Sigma Iomega Nu was in that league. Could this initiation be any worse than those?
“Where are the other g—”
“They’re here.”
He was obviously tired of answering that question. It was the third time she’d asked him.
“But I don’t hear them—”
A sharp, ripping sound distracted her. A moment later, she felt something—was that duct tape?—pressed across her mouth.
Good Lord, he’d gagged her!
She struggled mightily, convinced now that Sigma Iomega Nu was not the sorority for her. But there was only so much she could do gagged, bound and blindfolded. She struggled until she finally wore herself out, which didn’t take long, considering she was hanging by her wrists.
“Bad girl,” he reprimanded softly. “I may have to punish you later for fighting me.”
Isabella froze as the shocking reality of her situation dawned on her. She was completely at this man’s mercy, and she’d willingly put herself there—she’d gotten into his car of her own free will, come to this deserted warehouse with him, and allowed him to handcuff and blindfold her.
What if he wasn’t part of the Sigma Iomega Nu initiation at all?
Stay calm, Bella! Whether this is the initiation or something far worse, you have to deal with it.
She held her breath, waiting for his next move, and her entire body jerked when his warm hand finally made contact with her skin. His fingertips gently stroked her cheek and then ran slowly down the side of her neck. They teasingly followed the line where the edge of her blouse met her skin, sliding from her shoulder, down past her collarbone, hesitating at her top button, and then running up the other side of her chest.
Then slowly coming back down again to rest at her top button.
Pausing there.
Opening it.
No, no! She shook her head violently, and made a strangled sound of protest through her gag.
He ignored her and proceeded to the next button, and the next, until he had her blouse completely open.
She frantically tried to twist out of his reach, but it was difficult when her feet barely touched the floor.
He grabbed her by the hips and held her tightly.
“Why are you struggling?” he asked, actually sounding surprised. “This is part of tonight’s arrangement. Just relax.”
Relax? How the hell could she relax when he was undressing her?
His hand found its way back to her chest. She trembled violently as Mr. S trailed a finger slowly down between the valley of her breasts, then moved lower until he hooked a finger into the front closure of her bra, easily snapping it open.
She moaned in distress as he spread the thin material and exposed her breasts to his view.
He inhaled sharply. “I hadn’t expected you to be so beautiful.”
This time there was definitely surprise in his voice.
Even in her panic, Isabella’s brain registered the strangeness of his remark. Why would he have been expecting anything? If this were simply part of some outrageous initiation, he wouldn’t care what she looked like, right? Nor would he care if his intent was only to have his wicked way with her. Was there a third possibility here?
“Don’t fight it,” he insisted. “Enjoy it. This is what you paid for. And I always satisfy my clients.”
This is what you paid for?
Isabella froze. This wasn’t the Sigma Iomega Nu initiation and it wasn’t rape either. It was something else entirely, a mix-up of the most unbelievable kind.
Was Mr. S a…gigolo? A male escort? Was this place some sort of pleasure palace, and had some mysterious woman paid for a…bondage fantasy? The idea was shocking, but obviously the two had never met, or else Mr. S would know that Isabella was not his client.
She frantically tried to think of a way to communicate to him that he’d made a horrible mistake.
Wait. A. Minute.
What would it be like to just let herself go and enjoy this? To pretend to be Mr. S’s client? He was a gorgeous guy, and not twenty minutes ago in his car she’d been fantasizing about him, about having a little dangerous in her life, and nothing could be more dangerous than sex with a total stranger. An incredibly sexy stranger who obviously knew how to pleasure a woman. Her orgasm would be cataclysmic—for goodness sake, if he was a gigolo, he was an expert in the art of pleasing a woman!
What if this case of mistaken identity allowed her to indulge in the hottest sex of her life? Was she brazen enough to go for it?
Taking bonding and exothermic reactions outside the laboratory…
Maison Domine
© 2009 Skylar Kade
A Binding Ties Story
Organic chemist Lara Brunner is at loose ends. Since childhood, her life has been focused on work and achieving success in her field. Only now, weeks away from her tenure review, she realizes she’s pushed herself too far. Casting about for a way to release her stress-crazed body from career tension, she visits a BDSM retreat, hoping a weekend of sexual submission will do the trick.
Inducting her into the lifestyle is her at-work nemesis—Jaxon Greene. But the sinful intent she encounters in Jaxon’s sexy eyes makes her heart race with desire…and fear. Gorgeous men like him don’t go for zaftig academics like her. Once the fantasy weekend is over and real life returns, he’ll forget all about her.
Jaxon is blindsided by his intense attraction to Lara. The more time he spends with her, the stronger their invisible bonds become. Bonds that are stronger and more permanent than any knot he can tie. He’s not normally into converting vanilla women to his lifestyle, but something makes him want to cast his inhibitions aside and claim her for his own.
First, though, he has to free her
from preconceived notions of proper sex…and love. Warning: This book contains bondage and whips and sexy professors—oh my!
Enjoy the following excerpt for Maison Domine:
Jax felt like a grinning fool. Of late, he’d had no desire to have a submissive of his own. He trained them, and they parted ways amicably. But he had never felt such a draw towards one of them.
Lara was different from the rest, and it unnerved him. But she had expressed no interest in anything beyond training. He tamped down those somewhat unwanted emotions. Sunday would come, and they would see each around campus, and things would be back to normal. He wasn’t sure if he was exactly happy about that.
“Lara, do you have any requests? Physical difficulties? Limits to our play?”
Lara looked thoughtful. “I don’t think so…Sir.” A slight tremor wracked her body when she called him Sir. Jaxon experienced the deepest satisfaction at that realization.
He pulled her into the bedroom behind him, intent to start her training. “We’ll begin with the basics, Lara. Kneel. ” He sat on the edge of the bed with her in between his legs. The sharp command had her obeying instantly. He straightened her posture, moved her hands behind her back, and spread her knees farther apart. Her short black skirt rode up her thighs and she squirmed, obviously uncomfortable with being exposed like she was. “And you will keep your head up. You have stunning blue eyes. I want to be able to look at them.
“This is your kneeling position. Feel how open you are to me.” He threaded his fingers through her silky honey strands. “In this position, I can touch you anywhere I like.”
He felt the shiver run through her body. His chest ached from the mere sight of her.
“Now, focus, and listen to me.” Lara closed her eyes in meditation. Jax knew many self-professed Dominants thought physical submission was the foundation for BDSM. He believed true submission started in the mind.
Jax stood and walked a circle around her, dragging a finger across her back. “Submission is not easy. I will push your limits, and discipline you, and thoroughly explore your potential. And in return, you will experience incredible highs, physically and mentally, unlike anything you’ve ever known.”
He knelt in front of her, cradling her face in his large hands. “All you have to do is let yourself go.” He kissed her, tasting her tentativeness and her desire, as potent as whiskey. He had never before experienced problems with his own discipline, but he almost forgot about training her. All Jax could think about was getting her hot, luscious body under his as quickly as possible.
He pulled out of the kiss, reining in his raging hard-on. A few deep breaths centered Jax enough for him to proceed.
“Stand.” Kneeling eye-level to the waistband of her skirt was an incredible temptation. Her eyes were still closed, but jerked open when he wrapped his hands around her ankles.
She looked about to question him, and he preempted her with a brief, “Shhh. Trust me.” Her eyes closed again, but he could see how much the gesture cost her.
In his experience, strong women like Lara, even if they were submissive, would never admit to it. Only the most fearless could explore such a duality, being independent and in charge, while still giving up control to someone they trusted. He felt incredibly privileged that she had such faith in him to give up some of her independence.
Jax gently pulled her feet apart as his hands stroked up her calves. He ducked his head to place a smattering of kisses along her knee. He leaned around to lave the back of her left knee, his hands steadying her as a tremor quivered through her body.
Smelling her arousal was almost enough to break down the walls of his hard-won control. He’d bet her panties were damp, but he had never been one to rely on bets. Jax wanted to know for sure.
His fingers trailed up and down her thighs, barely sneaking under the hem of her skirt. She let out a little moan, and Jax glanced up at her to make sure it was a sound of desire. From the look on her face, it could have been nothing else.
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