“Maybe
we could start with something…tamer,” she ventured without backing down.
“Tamer? I don’t do tame, baby,
which is why you need to stop the come-ons and teasing. You don’t know what you’re asking for.”In celebration of Blushing Books acceptance of my new submission, BOUND AND SAVED, I'm sharing a sneak peak at Sandie's discovery she stowed away on a yacht designed for BDSM play.
Sandie
strolled around the deck circling the large room she’d hidden in and the
enclosed navigation space. Peeking through
the windows, she noted Zachary spared no expense in there either as the two
wide leather seats sitting in front of the steering panel looked like furniture
you’d relax in while lounging in front of a large screen television. She made her way to the back of the boat
where she’d noticed a small, tucked away bar and lounges. Her brows dipped in a puzzled frown as she
spotted attached, leather cuffs on each of the four short legs on the padded
deck furniture.
“Huh,”
she mumbled, fingering the soft inside of one cuff. “So the kink doesn’t stop with
spanking.” Even more curious now about
what kind of boat, and man she found herself holed up with for a few days, she
wound her way back to the door to the large room. Casting a quick glance at Zachary’s safety
line, she saw it remained lax and a quick peek over the rail proved she could
still spot the shadowy shape of his body a few feet down and everything remained
good.
Leaving
the door open, she stepped inside the cavernous room that dominated the center
of the boat’s middle tier. The two side
walls curved toward the top and three large skylights positioned in the arch
brought in large swatches of sunlight.
Toeing off her sneakers, she dropped her backpack and sank her bare feet
into plush teal carpet as she noticed things in the room she couldn’t see from
her hidden position in the closet yesterday.
“Oh, my,” she whispered, walking around two, floor-to-ceiling poles in
the center of the room spaced several feet apart. Restraints at the top and bottom of the poles
left little to wonder about their purpose.
A delicate shiver rippled down her spine as she imagined herself bound
against one, her face growing warm when she pictured herself naked on it,
Zachary standing in front of her with that enigmatic gaze trailing over her
bare flesh.
Sandie had never imagined she would be
interested in alternative sexual practices, then again, she never thought she’d
be on the run for her life after witnessing a brutal, cold-blooded murder
either. Life had a way of hitting you
with the unexpected, and from the way her nipples and sheath were pulsing,
there would be no running from this happenstance discovery.
Wondering
what else she had missed while crouched in the closet, she took a moment to look
out the window, ensuring Zachary’s line still laid relaxed before continuing
with her slow tour of the room. Above
the curved sofa, along the back wall, a window afforded a view of the rear deck
and lounges. Anyone who thought they
could slip outside for privacy would find out otherwise. Along the same side wall as the small closet,
she spotted three pull levers mounted far apart, about a spot just above her
head. Figuring they opened storage
compartments, she moved on, the sight of a chair at the front of the space that
resembled something out of a torture chamber had goosebumps popping up along
her arms. Refusing to get any closer to
the medieval device, she pivoted and her eyes landed on a contraption in the
far corner of the room that drew her over.
The odd arrangement of wide, flexible strips and dangling, cuffed lines was
difficult to figure out. She tried
playing with them, holding out the narrow cords and picturing them attached to
arms and legs. The images popping into
her head were lewd displays of naked, swinging bodies that once again warmed
her from head to toe, her fun zones in between turning the hottest.
“Someone
has a vivid imagination.” Sandie wasn’t
sure if her remark referred to her host or herself. Peeking out the window again, she saw Zachary
shrugging out of the air tank, the tight spandex swim top molding to the
muscles in his back as he lowered the heavy equipment. Since he knew she was on board, she didn’t
feel any inclination to look away when he pulled the tightly stretched top over
his head, revealing a light mat of hair curling over thick pectorals. Her mouth watered as he slid his hands past
ribbed abs to peel the almost knee-length trunks down his legs.
The
term, ‘buns of steel’ came to mind as he bent over to retrieve both swim suit
parts before draping them on a deck chair.
She licked her lips as she imagined nipping those firm buttocks and
feeling the muscles clenching under her mouth.
Unabashed in his nudity, he stretched his arms over his head then
twisted at the waist, long, lean muscles bunching and rippling with his slow
movements.
“You
make a fucking, lousy tender.”
Zachary’s
cool tone coming in through the open window startled Sandie before she
smiled. If he wasn’t as attuned to her
as she was to him why the show?
Bound and Saved is the start of a new series featuring seven dominate men who bonded closely as teens at a camp for juvenile delinquents. Coming from various, difficult childhoods, each will meet his match over the next year. In book one, millionaire Zachary Allen-Vancuren outfits his new mega yacht with all the BDSM accoutrements he and his friends enjoy and is looking forward to taking the luxury vessel on a solo cruise when he discovers he has an unwanted stowaway. Sparks fly when Sandie refuses to heed his warnings to stay clear of him and it's not long before she's getting a lesson she never imagined she'd enjoy! I hope you'll look forward to reading this series as much as I am writing it.
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