Bound to Submit
Book 4, Miami Masters
By BJ Wayne
He always leaves her craving more…
Here is the blurb:
Hope Wallace left Atlanta after being betrayed by her family and friends in the worst way. Now, running a homeless shelter in downtown Miami, she was finally doing what she wanted with her life and working at putting the past behind her. The only thing marring her happiness was the constant desire to explore the BDSM lifestyle her new friends enjoyed so much. She had tried that once, and it led to disaster and losing everything, but the urges kept pulling at her until she finally succumbed and braved going to a club.
Miles Cavenaugh fell for Hope the minute he saw her bruised face and determination to protect a friend and resident at her shelter. His violent childhood kept him from forming relationships, his fear of losing his temper if he came across someone harming an innocent woman or child made him anti-social and preferring to stick with his close friends for companionship. But when he hears Hope is at a local BDSM club while there is a serial abuser of submissives making the rounds in Florida, he rushes to ensure she stays safe.
Unable to continue keeping each other at arm’s length, Miles and Hope agree to a short-term affair where he’ll introduce her to the lifestyle she craved until she got her interest out of her system. But an unknown person is determined that Hope not find the happiness that has eluded her for so long and both Miles and her may have waited too long to come clean with each other about their pasts.
Don’t miss this smoking hot excerpt:
Miles went to his knees before the carnal feast of Hope’s pussy, pulled her labia open and didn’t bother with wasting time admiring the swollen, glistening pink walls of her vagina. He swiped his tongue up her opening then delved deep with a quick thrust. Her muscles contracted around his tongue, but he fought their pull and found her g-spot. Teasing the sensitive area with tongue-lashes, he added a finger to build the pleasure faster. It took a lot to rattle Miles but seeing the puckered wound of a bullet marring her soft skin left him shaken in a way he hadn’t experienced since the night he failed to save his mother. He wanted nothing more than to give her the pleasure she deserved then send her home so he could make sense of his volatile reaction to that scar and its implication.
Pulling back, he continued to finger-fuck her as he growled against her saturated flesh, “Come for me, Hope. Now.” Pursing his lips, he sucked on her clit, drew on the small bundle of nerves with taut suctions and small nibbles until her inner walls clamped around his finger and tongue. Her juices gushed into his mouth as she came apart, her muscles quivering with the strain of her climax, her mewling cries music to his ears.
He didn’t let up after just one, driven to give her as much pleasure as he could wring from her body. As soon as the strong convulsions of her climax dwindled to small pulses, he went for another. Tongue and teeth tormented her clit as he added a second finger to pummel her depths. He took a moment to nip at the plump fold of her labia before returning to the swollen nub. She gasped with each erotic bite, whimpered with every stroke toward another orgasm and screamed with the onslaught of the next release. By the time her third climax rolled through her, cold water trickled from her rectum and the melting ice cube but did nothing to douse the fiery heat of her responses.
Miles was as exhausted as Hope looked when he rose and helped her off the stool. His lips were numb, his tongue coated with her cream and his nostrils filled with her earthy scent. Undoing the ropes, he knew he needed to get her home and get his act together before deciding where to go from here.
I live in the Midwest with my husband and our two dogs. I love dogs, enjoy spending time with my daughter, babysitting dogs and kids, reading and working puzzles. We have traveled extensively throughout the states, Canada and just once overseas, but I now much prefer being homebody. I worked for a while writing articles for a local magazine but soon found my interest in writing for myself peaking. My first book was strictly spanking erotica, but I slowly evolved to writing erotic spanking romance with a touch of suspense. My favorite genre to read is suspense.
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