Bound Brits Anthology

There’s a cool million dollar bounty on Dom Wolf Stone’s head. Trouble is, Stone’s a loner and doesn’t want the help.

That doesn’t stop his submissive and former lover, Nate Davidson, or another determined agent, Kayla Fagan, from showing up at his Colorado ranch, uninvited.

Rule 1: Follow orders
Rule 2: Expect the unexpected
Rule 3: It can and will get worse
Rule 4: No Pouting
Rule 5: Don’t think too hard

Julia is not just bored, she is out of her skull, mind-numbingly, someone-please-save-her bored. And she thinks that Dom Trevor Kendall should save her. And on a trip to London, she takes matters into her own hands, and informs him, flat-out, that he should be the one to save her.

When the attractive woman tells him she wants a spanking, Trevor looks at her in a whole new light. How had he missed her submissive tendencies?

Trevor is more than serious about a D/s, to him, it’s not a game. And he takes the curious sub to the limits of her endurance. For Julia, nothing will ever be the same now that S&M 101 is in session.

 

Excerpt

I’ve been fantasising about you for two years, Trevor,” she confessed. “Two years. Do you know how long that is in dog years?”

He smiled.

“It could be another six months, maybe a year before I see you again.” And that was the truth. They worked for different companies, on different continents. New York was a universe away. But they had the trade shows in common. “Rumour has it you’re staying on for a few days of relaxation.”

He nodded.

“And I put in for some holiday time. Hoping.”

“Hoping?” he prompted.

Good God, was she really this bold? “Hoping we could hook up.” It was an American statement, but she trusted the meaning would translate just fine.

They’d known each other, though not intimately, for more than five years. That happened at trade shows. Inevitably, there were quiet times, and vendors wandered between one another’s booths. Sometimes you stopped to make polite conversation, and sometimes just to pinch a piece of chocolate from a glass bowl. Then, often, you had cocktails with other vendors each night after the show ended.

Tonight was the first night she and Trevor had actually had been alone for drinks. Usually there was a crowd, but, if there’d been more than just the two of them, she’d never have asked him to fuck her.

“What do you know about BDSM?”

“That it should be safe, sane, and consensual,” she quipped.

He took another drink. “How much experience do you have?”

“I’ve been spanked. I’ve been tied up. And I’m hoping to find someone who will take me farther, teach me more.”

“Give me your hand.”

She froze on her way to reach for the metal bucket that was filled with peanuts. A bit puzzled, she followed his order. How could she not, when she wanted to hear his voice roughened with sex and command?

“Palm up,” he instructed.

She did.

He put his index finger directly on her pulse. “Your heartbeat,” he observed, “it’s rather fast.”

“That’s because I’m, horny, and I’m hoping you’ll take me back to your hotel room.” His touch ignited her, and she felt her knickers moisten.

“Being tied up and spanked is different than BDSM,” he said.

“I’ve read about it.” She could succumb to the faint feelings of embarrassment, but if the gossip about him were true, he wouldn’t tolerate that from a woman he was involved with.

“Are you’re wearing knickers?”

She moistened her lower lip. The salt from the peanuts had dried her mouth, or at least that’s what she told herself. “A thong.”

“That’s your first mistake.

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