So I have ventured into the world of BDSM. It was an incredible journey with these characters and I love Heather and Jack so much that I may end up writing a sequel to their story. I think they're worthy of it.
Their first time still gets me all hot and bothered when I read it, and I've read that scene many times over.
Their upheaval still makes me teary.
It's a story of growth, and learning to trust not only someone else, but yourself and your heart again. It was a story I lived very closely, though through different circumstances.
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Ten of your favorite NY Times, USA Today, and Amazon best-selling authors have delved into the world of BDSM Kink. Explore your darkest desires, and deepest secrets under the expert care of a sexy Alpha Dom.
(Capture) Fantasy Surrender by: Lori King
(Corporal Punishment) The Beauty and the Badass by: Lucy Felthouse
(Orgasm Control) Secrets & Lies by: Serena Akeroyd
(Impact Play) Sizzle by: McKinlay Thomson
(Pet Play) Club Menage: Fifi by: Tara Crescent
(Bondage) Binding Her To Him by: TL Reeve
(Fire Play) Kaise by: Jade Belfry
(Daddy Dom) Professor Knows Best by: Juliet Braddock
(Sensory Deprivation) Deprived by: Jordan Ashley
(Medical Play) Electric by: C.P. Mandara
Teaser
Chapter 3
Heather
stopped in her bedroom, staring at the bed that would soon hold both of them, wrapped
up together the way she’d imagined for way too long. She knew she loved Jack,
but taking it to this level this fast? Was it something she should be doing?
She turned to look at him, stopped in her bedroom doorway and knew if she
didn’t have his body pressed against her,
she might explode.
She loved
Jack and trusted him more than anyone
else. But this kind of intimacy was scary shit. This meant something deeper,
this meant a commitment, especially where she was concerned, and she knew he
understood that. Was she really ready for that?
It was a
question she wasn’t sure she had for the answer to. She cared deeply for him,
and she did trust him, he and Teresa were probably the only two adults in her
life she could say she valued and cherished. Jack had been there for her like
no one else had been, and she could never repay him for it.
The back
of her knees hit the mattress, and she
looked into his hazel eyes, which were quickly turning a shade of green she’d
never seen before. A flash of something dark and primal inched its way into
every piece of him. He braced himself against the doorjamb with one hand, the
other resting on the waist of his jeans was confident, almost egotistically so.
At least it’s what it would appear to be if she didn’t know him as well as she
did. She knew it was because of their conversation, what he’d learned while
they had lost touch with each other. He was beginning to slip into Dom mode.
His eyes narrowed, and a look so raw and possessive captured her attention and
made her freeze in place.
“Jack?”
Heather could hear how her voice shook
and knew her sudden fear over the situation was clear as day as she clenched
her hands together in front of her.
“Where
are you?” he asked, tilting his head to look at
her.
She tried
to remember the steps of safety he’d spoke of and swallowed roughly. “Yellow.”
He nodded,
took a deep breath, and stepped toward her. “If you don’t want to do this, you
need to tell me, Heather. We can stop this before it even begins.”
“I’m
scared,” she admitted, look down at the floorboards, and focused on the edge of
her geometric area rug near the toes of her socks.
“Of
what?”
“Losing
you. I don’t want to fuck everything up, Jack. It’s what I’m good at, alright?
If we start this, and it doesn’t work
out, where will that leave us?”
A second
passed, and she heard his footsteps coming toward her, stopping within her line
of sight on the pale pine floor where she could see the edge of his black and
white Nikes. She closed her eyes and took in another deep breath, hating that
even that shook. His hands cupped either side of her face and put the gentlest
pressure on her jaw to make her look up at him. The distance between her eyes
and his was ridiculous. Over a foot taller than her, Jack looked down at her
with compassion and understanding.
“I have
gone over that scenario too many times to count. What if she rejects this? What
if she hates me? What if, what if, what if? But if you spend your life dwelling
on the what ifs, you’re never going to enjoy your life. Sure you’ll breathe,
and you’ll pay your bills, but will you really live? What did you tell
me downstairs, Heather? I don’t beg anyone for anything, but I’m begging you to
let me help you live again, beautiful. If you tell me no, I will step away, and
we can forget this ever happened. We can forget the conversation and what
almost could have happened. But if you don’t—if you don’t, I will make certain
every second I get to spend with you, no matter if it’s one night or every night from here on out is lived
to its fullest potential. I will give you everything you want.”
Heather
audibly gulped. It sounded too good to be true, and yet Jack never lied to her.
He’d never deceived her, so what evidence did she have in the last two years
that could potentially suggest that he would start now? With Allen, every action was directed to control and
manipulation. Jack had pushed her to go to school, to help her make something
of herself. He’d stayed at home with the girls while she went out with Teresa
and her classmates when she needed the rare night to unwind. Everything boiled
down to if she wanted to continue existing with the emptiness she felt widening
further with every day, or if she wanted to actually start to live her life
again.
“Slow,”
she whispered, meeting his gaze. She raised her hands to rest on his forearms,
feeling the muscles with her thumbs. “Just go slow and be patient with me.”
Jack
leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers a moment before he pulled back and
kissed her there. It was a gesture he’d done many times before then, but at that moment,
it meant much more than ever before. He lingered for only a moment before
pulling away and turning to close the bedroom door. He kept his back to her and
took in a breath before he spoke to her again.
“There
are a few things you need to understand about this, Heather. One: That will be
the last time I speak your name until this scene is over, understand?” She
hummed a response, and he turned, his gaze so heavy she felt her shoulders come
forward. “Two: You respond with ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘Yes, Master’ I will allow you to
choose this one time.”
Heather’s
eyes widened, and she felt a little indignant about being told what to say
until she forced herself to take a breath and remind herself it was part of
their scene. A little smile played at the corner of her lips, and cheekily she
responded to him. “Yes, Master.”
That
stalled him for a moment, and she could see the visible shiver that ran through
him. “Good girl,” and then she was certain the shiver that ran through her
hearing his response to her was visible as well. She couldn’t explain why his
words affected her to the point she was pressing her thighs together, and butterflies swelled in her
stomach.
“Three:
you are going to submit to me. You will be expected to do everything I tell you
to do, and unless you say the safe word, I will expect you to continue doing
it. Understood?”
“Yes, Master.” She couldn’t
help herself, the word had such a good effect on him last time, she had to do
it again, and sure enough he had to take a deep breath before he spoke again.
“Now, pet,
you remember the safe word?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Repeat
it to me so I’m certain you remember.”
“Red.
Like a stoplight.”
Jack was
in front of her again, his gaze predatory and instantly she could feel his aura
change, and the mood in the room had shifted. He brought his hands up, brushing
the back of his fingers across her cheeks, his fingertips pressing on the back
of her neck, helping to tilt her head back. “You need a trinket for this neck.
First thing tomorrow I want you to pick out a few chokers and book mark them on
the desktop. When you want a scene, you will place the choker on your neck,
allow me to see it, and then meet me up here. Understand?”
She
nodded in what little amount of movement his hold would allow and whispered her response. His presence was
different, commanding, pleasantly triggering her desire to submit. She wouldn’t
deny she was enjoying it.
“When you
come up and ready yourself, I want you kneeling on the bed in your bra and
panties,” his voice grew quieter, and she wondered if he was as affected by
everything as she was. “I will be teaching you to trust me in many different
ways. Soon enough you will trust me to take care of you no matter what I offer
you. Do you have enough trust in me for that?”
“Yes, Master.” Again her voice was quiet, and she wasn’t
certain if he could even hear her. Heather swallowed and moved her hands to
rest on his waist, gripping his body through his T-shirt.
Jack
paused and took in a deep breath before he broke eye contact and looked at his
own body where her hands lay. “I will permit that this one time. Every scene
after this, pet, you will ask permission before you touch your Master.
Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” The words spilled from her lips in a
knee-jerk reaction. Initially, she had
been teasing him with the words, but the presence he had commanded them, and
she couldn’t help herself from freely giving in to what he was setting up with
her.
“Take off
your jeans,” he whispered before backing away from her, leaning against the
wall next to her closet doors.
Heather
swallowed roughly and pulled her hands to the fastening of the dark blue denim
before she shook her head a little to clear it. What was she so nervous for?
Her panties didn’t reveal anything more than her bikini did, and they’d gone to
the beach many times over the last two years. She had her pants pushed to her
knees and straightened to use her feet to kick them off along with her socks
and stared at him, understanding as soon as their eyes locked why she was
nervous. His hungry gaze made her stomach twist with nerves and the fact that
it wasn’t her bikini bottom slammed into her head. It was her panties. Only a
thin layer of satin and lace shielded her skin from his eyes.
“Good
girl.” Again his voice sent shivers
racing through her, spreading goosebumps in their wake. “Now the shirt.”
As she lowered
her gaze she saw her actions left an impression. The zipper to his own jeans
was being pushed forward, and she wondered how uncomfortable he was getting.
Only he seemed to have a hell of a lot of control. Though the stare he had
given her made her believe his control was hanging by a small thread. With her
gaze lowered, she pulled the vintage tee over her head and tossed it onto the
floor.
“Onto the
bed, on your knees, relaxed.”
Heather
took a half step toward the headboard, backwards, and realized in order to
climb up onto her bed she’d need to turn her back to him. There was something
about that action alone that sent a tremor through her and she gripped the
bedspread before she could speak again. “Yellow.”
“Tell me
why.”
“My back
to you.”
“Elaborate.”
“It…” she
trailed off, unsure of why it bothered her to the point of being uncomfortable.
She couldn’t accurately put it into words. Allen had never struck her, but he
had watched her closely many times. Always behind her, always scrutinizing. It
made her feel… “It makes me feel vulnerable.”
She could
see Jack nod slowly, and he crossed his arms loosely in front of his chest. “Do
you want to stop?”
“No.”
“Do you
trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you
need to ask me anything?”
Did she?
Heather looked up at him, heat gathering in her face, she knew she was bright
red with embarrassment and a small, soft smile played across his lips. “Do…” She couldn’t believe the words that were about
to come out of her mouth, but she needed to know. “Do you like what you see?”
His smile
grew and his gaze moved from her eyes to her light blue painted toenails and
back to her eyes again. “Oh yes.”
“Why are
you watching me so closely?”
“I am about to do
unspeakable things to that magnificent body of yours. I’m taking in every inch
of perfection before I desecrate it.”
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