Bound By Lust–available for pre-order at Amazon!

 

Bound by Lust is available for pre-order from Amazon at a great discount price. Buy it now, and next month, you’ll come home one day and find a delicious, romantic, kinky collection waiting for you.

Here’s a taste of what you’ll find, from my story “Whippoorwill,”

A whippoorwill shattered my attempt to sleep, calling out over the lake with a startlingly loud demand that someone beat him. I sprang bolt upright in the narrow camp bed. “I’m going to kill that fucking bird!”

Ben, who’d had the fun of a four-hour drive on top of our shared end-of-the-first-year-of-law-school exhaustion, had slept through the whippoorwill and the other weird unexpected woodsy night sounds that kept me from sleeping. Hell, he’d even ignored the lumpy mattress that was just as vintage as the rest of the furnishings in our borrowed cabin. But my burst of temper woke him.

“It’s nature, Cathy. It’s supposed to be relaxing,” he murmured, nuzzling at the small of my back. “So relax.”

Normally Ben’s lips tracing my tailbone and working up my spine would have set me shivering so much that I wouldn’t care I was desperately underslept. Sex had gotten us through our first year at Yale Law. Granted, most of it had been rushed, without the energy for bondage, beatings, or any of our shared kinks. Sometimes we’d fall asleep part-way through and wake stuck together like dogs.

This week, at his uncle’s cabin on a secluded New Hampshire lake, was supposed to recharge us so we had the energy for properly improper sex. But how was I supposed to recharge if I couldn’t sleep? I hadn’t brought ear plugs. I hadn’t thought I’d need them way out here. “Who knew peace and quiet would be so damn loud?” I growsed, sliding out of Ben’s arms and out of bed.

“You can sleep through car alarms, sirens, and screaming drunks, but not a bird?”

“Those are normal, constant city noises. I can ignore them. But first this place seems spooky quiet and then…” The bird call jarred through the air again. “Some kinky bird starts screaming for kinky love—in the third person, no less. Why doesn’t his damn top show up and give poor Will his beating so we can get some sleep?”

I stomped to the kitchen and poured Cabernet into a Looney Toons juice glass. Wine might help me sleep, or at least relax me enough that I wouldn’t be Grumpy McGrumpypants at Ben.

As I poured, I looked out the picture window. The lake was moon-illuminated, and the sky was domed with more stars than I’d ever seen outside a planetarium. I couldn’t see lights from any of the other cabins on the lake.

Okay, there was something to be said for the boonies.

And here, I had a chance for a pleasure a city girl rarely experiences—sipping wine outside stark naked on a lovely night.

Glass in hand, I wandered onto the deck overlooking the lake.

The whippoorwill was still begging for a beating, but under the stars, it sounded more lovelorn than annoying. A light, pine-scented breeze cut the humidity and caressed my bare skin, perking up my nipples and reminding my pussy that I’d left a handsome, naked man alone in bed.

A poor choice, that. A few more sips of wine and I’d rectify that mistake. If nothing else, we could smooch and cuddle and maybe I could drift off to sleep in his arms.

Before I could, though—before I could even have that next sip—a strong hand plucked the glass from my hand, then bent me forward over the railing.

My ass cocked back in response. I knew that position. I liked that position.

“How long has it been, Cathy?” Ben’s voice was full of silken menace. “How long since I’ve beaten you?”

I shivered and clenched at the memory of pleasures long neglected. “So long we didn’t even bother packing toys. Damn it.”

“I still have my hands, Cathy. Do you want a spanking?”

The wave of lust that crashed over me suggested I’d been mad at the poor bird because I was jealous “Will” might be getting something I wanted.

The first hard thwack sent fire through my out-of-practice butt. I was still considering whether to submit or squirm away when Ben struck three times in rapid succession.

Submit, definitely submit. I needed that hurt to releases the stresses of the last few months, and Ben needed to give it. My ass throbbed already, but the throbbing started a matching rhythm in my pussy. “More,” I begged. “Please.”

 

 

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