When Alannah’s husband tells her she’s boring and he doesn’t
want to be married to her anymore she spirals into a world of hurt and
confusion. She decides to go back to her
hometown in Missouri
Speeding into town, she’s pulled over by her old best
friend, Skylar Randall, now the town sheriff.
He’s still mad at her for leaving twelve years ago without a word of
good-bye. But suddenly Sky isn’t just
her high school friend anymore, he’s morphed into a man who goes after what he
wants, and he’s just declared he wants her.
But Sky’s private world is one full of bondage and in trying
to silence the doubts in her head, he will tie her up as long as it takes for
her realize that what she really left behind was faith, hope and whole lot of
kisses.
*Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex
These were the inspiration pictures for my characters:
Excerpt
“Now,” he said. “For the rest of the night, the
only communication I want from
“What if I have to pee? Or if I don’t like what you’re doing? Or-”
He slapped her on her ass cheek and she jumped,
yelping in surprise. “I told you,
“Um, yes.”
“Good. Now
hold out your hands.”
With her stomach doing flip flops
and her heart pounding, she held out her arms.
Something looped around one wrist and she felt it being buckled. Then the same thing happened on the other
wrist and when she tested them, she realized a very short chain linked the
cuffs together. She flexed her wrists
and realized either soft cotton or linen wrapped around her skin, so at least
she wouldn’t worry about chaffing. Sky slipped his arm around her and helped
her forward and from her brief glimpse of the room, Alannah knew he was
escorting her to his bed. A second
later, she felt the soft duvet brush against her knee. Sky helped her onto the bed, settling her
toward the head board, and then he raised her arms and hooked her bound wrists
above her head. She pulled at them, but
whatever he had chained her to was unbreakable.
She felt
disoriented and a little uneasy at not being able to see or having the movement
of her arms. She was open, totally
exposed except for a bit of lace covering her sex. She squirmed even more and tried to get to
her knees in an effort to gain some leverage.
“Stop
moving,” he ordered and she obeyed immediately.
“Tell me how you feel.”
“How I
feel?” she mimicked sharply. “How do you
think I feel? I’m uncomfortable. My
wrists are bound, I can’t see. Damn it,
Sky-”
He rolled
her over and slapped her ass cheek again.
Hard. She gasped and wiggled her
bottom, shocked to realize her pussy was beginning to get wet. Being spanked turned her on? What the hell?”
“That’s not
what I asked,” he said calmly. “Shut off
what your mind is telling you. How do
you feel?”
“I
feel…vulnerable,” she said.
“Good. What else?”
When he
asked the question, his hand caressed the burning spot where his hand had
smacked, creating a blanket of pleasure that smoothed over the pain.
“I’m…turned
on?”
She hadn’t
meant to make it sound like a question but he took it as one and again lifted
his hand to spank her. Fire licked her
skin and she buckled a little, but as soon as he began caressing the area she
calmed down. Holy fire crackers, she did like being spanked!
“I’m turned
on,” she assured, although she was a bit breathless.
His fingers
left her ass cheek and dipped between her legs, under the lace of the thong, to
find the truth to her words. Alannah
knew moisture steadily leaked from her pussy and he pressed into her slit briefly,
all too briefly in her opinion, to tease her.
And then he was gone. She felt
the bed dip as he settled her back onto the bed, her hot ass finding the cool
duvet soothing. Not being able to see
what he was doing built the anticipation to much that she almost became super
hyper sensitive to each and ever noise around her.
He moved
around the room. A drawer was opened. Something
was placed on the nightstand. And then
his hands were once again on her, but this time he was sliding them up her leg
and quickly, briefly, gave silent thanks that she’d shaved. But as soon as the thought formed it fled
because all of her focus rested on what Sky was doing to that leg. He pulled it out straight and placed another
cuff around her ankle. A second cuff
went around the other ankle and he flexed each foot to make sure the bonds
didn’t cut off her circulation before something was hooked to each cuff. When she went to move her leg, she realized a
bar had been wedged between them and a second later, her legs were pulled and
she heard a click. Now her legs were
spread wide and she was completely, utterly, helpless.
“How are
you feeling?” he asked.
It was
extremely difficult to express all the emotions hurtling through her but he
wanted an answer so she tried.
“Helpless. Confused.
Panicked. I’m wondering if you’re
going to hurt me. If you’re some type of
pervert.”
His
chuckled at that as his finger tips trailed over her body, staring from her
feet, up her leg, under her thing and through the curls guarding her sex, then up
her belly and over her nipples.
“Some
people have to be tied up to be completely free,” he told her. “You use the word stop and I will. All of this goes away. But so does your chance at learning what you
really need, Alannah.”
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