Hi Natasha! Thanks so much for having me over today. I brought over an excerpt from Bound for your readers to enjoy. Melissa and Martin are staying in a friend's house on his island. He's made his own dungeon in his home and during this scene Melissa is critiquing some of the things she sees around her. She's a little distracted, but she won't be for long.
“Kneel,” he commanded.
She dropped to her knees in front of him with no hesitation.
“Hmm, what to do with you now?” He ran his hand through her hair and she leaned into his leg. “I should have brought a plug in here with me.”
She made a noise of disapproval and pulled away from him. She could never quite tell if he was kidding or not, but she didn’t like when he teased her with filling her up with a plug. She didn’t want to like it, and Martin had this way of convincing her to do things that she didn’t want to like. And then she did like them, and it pissed her off.
Martin raised his eyebrows at her. “Not feeling very submissive tonight, Red?”
She lowered her eyes and fought the urge to bite her lip. Nothing could have been closer to the truth, she hadn’t felt submissive at all lately. She’d begun to wonder if she changed and wasn’t really a submissive anymore.
He reached down and tipped her chin up, forcing her to look him in the eyes. “I asked you a question.”
Melissa recognized the look on his face, serious and unrelenting, it sent a shiver up her spine. Isn’t this what drew her to him all those years ago? “We can do whatever you want, sir.”
The smile he gave her was humorless. “You didn’t answer my question. Up,” he ordered, no longer waiting for a reply.
She scrambled to her feet. She may not have been feeling terribly submissive, but she wasn’t stupid, she knew when not to push.
“Over there.” He pointed to a low padded table. She could see straps and things hanging from the sides.
She moved toward it, fighting the urge to question him. It struck her then how different their dynamic had become. It wasn’t very long ago that this had been the norm, Martin in charge, her bent to his will. Lately, it all became muddled, they did more of what she wanted, he took cues and suggestions from her. Even when he was domming her he wasn’t really in charge. But now, the familiar feeling of anxiety and excitement of the unknown filled her. It was like an old friend, something she hadn’t felt in a while.
“Strip,” he barked, before turning to investigate a chest of drawers. Her eyes lingered on it. Unfinished wood. She hoped Jake eventually meant to add something to it, if he thought to leave a piece of furniture like that was a good idea then he really did need help.
Pulling her top over her head, she kept her gaze on Martin, trying to guess his next move.
He turned to look at her as if he felt her eyes on him. He stared her down until she broke her gaze.
She kept her eyes trained on her toes while she fiddled with the button on her shorts. All of this would have been second nature at one time, how had they strayed so far?
Martin cleared his throat, she didn’t look up but took as a sign that he thought she was stalling. She pushed her shorts and panties down together, stepping out of them. He came up beside her and threw a bundle of silky Shibari rope onto the table top. “Do you have a hair tie?”
Pulling the ever-present black hair band from her wrist, she passed it off to him.
Wordlessly, he moved behind her and fastened her wavy hair into a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. She closed her eyes, reveling in the moment as he tugged and secured her wild mane.
He pushed her hair over her shoulder and then placed a kiss on the back of her neck. A shiver shot down her spine as he lingered there, his warm breath heating her skin. He nudged her gently toward the table.
Taking her cue, she folded herself over the edge. The table was at perfect hip height for her. She reached across the table and her hands found the leather straps. The first slap was hard and unexpected. She let out a little squeak and wrapped her hands in the straps.
“Widen your stance,” he directed, his hand slipping between her thighs.
She stepped her feet apart and then stepped out further when Martin tapped her inner thigh. Her legs were open so wide that she ended up on her toes. It ran through her mind to complain, she didn’t know how long she could keep this position. But then he spanked again, his broad, hard hand smacking her ass in a loud slap and she decided to keep her mouth shut. If it got to be too much she would tell him, but for now she could try to please him.
He spanked her slowly, as if he were strategically placing the strikes. They were all of equal intensity, never getting harder or softer, each one making her jolt forward. The edge of the table, even padded, dug uncomfortably into her hips.
Her muscles strained, her legs tense, balancing her weight on her toes. She arched her back with each smack, unwittingly giving him a better target as it raised her ass and pushed it out more each time.
When she felt like heat was actually radiating from her skin and her calf muscles screamed from the stretch, she let out a grunt. Her breath was short as she tried to hold the position, register the pain, and keep quiet all at once.
Martin ran a hand over her heated globes. “Relax now.”
She stepped her feet in enough so she could place them flat on the floor. Melting into the table as his hand roved and caressed. He teased between her legs, her pussy sopping and welcoming his fingers without resistance.
“In a better head space now?” he asked with a knowing tone.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. Her breath still rasped out of her, but she was in a much more submissive mindset than just minutes earlier. She was more relaxed and ready to do anything Martin suggested. Her eyes fell shut until he added a second finger into her channel. “Ah.” She made a sound of surprise and pleasure as he curled his fingers and pumped them in and out of her.
“Such a good girl,” he crooned, thrusting into her once more before removing his hand.
She tried not to whine at the absence, but she must have made a disapproving noise because Martin chuckled behind her.
Blurb:
Melissa's longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he's planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her... until he brings up the subject of marriage again.
Martin doesn't know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He's left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can't figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It's not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.
When secrets from Melissa's past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?
