Bonds of Love

Bonds of Love
Sarah K

If you loved Fifty Shades of Grey¸ you’ll LUST after this true story of dominance, submission, lust and temptation.Sarah K is like any normal woman. She lives in a quiet suburban town. She has a couple of kids; a steady job as a writer. But behind the bedroom door she enters a different world – a world sexual power play and erotic control. For Sarah K is a submissive, and she willingly surrenders her body to the passions of a dominant lover.Still reeling after ending things with her first dom, Max, Sarah finds herself unable to move on. As Max had warned, once you’ve tasted the forbidden fruits of dominance and submission, you can’t go back. So when Sarah meets Alex – a tall, handsome man who shares her erotic desires – she finds herself cast under the dark spell of pleasure and pain once more.As they explore one another, like an addiction, Sarah begins to crave Alex – his touch, his breath, his smell. Shocked at the emotions he has awakened within her, Sarah tells herself this is just lust. She had learnt the hard way that falling in love is one line that can’t be crossed.So why does it feel so wrong when Max re-enters her life, determined to possess her once more? Should she admit her true feelings for Alex, and potentially expose herself to the worst pain of all – heartbreak?Hotter than fiction, this intoxicating and explosive true story will set your pulse racing as Sarah K strips away the mask to reveal what it’s really like to be a sexual submissive.

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Contents

Cover (#u300dc875-90b5-5b19-ac34-84d866b13866)

Title Page (#ulink_fcef88de-7ba8-5885-bb28-878cd9a6ec71)

Chapter One (#ulink_d4f69e84-0840-55c7-a135-21408abce282)

Chapter Two (#ulink_523c5a4f-85dd-529b-be3d-a207900894e4)

Chapter Three (#ulink_66c0ad3f-63bd-5122-9247-942f70f935dc)

Chapter Four (#ulink_b6cc4854-1521-521f-bcd5-0fad09dbd9ef)

Chapter Five (#ulink_0c0483ab-f524-5dfd-87e5-023ba249a731)

Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

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Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)

About the Publisher (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter One (#uf81e944f-7c8e-5268-a20d-22ba10543d1c)

Even with the blindfold on I knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was Max. There was no mistaking him. It couldn’t be anyone else. I recognised the way he moved around me, the sound of his breathing and the scent of his aftershave – a subtle blend of sandalwood and musk that was so familiar it made my mouth water.

I knew him so well that I could practically feel him, and I knew that, whatever happened, with Max there I would be safe and that we would have a good time. More than a good time – we’d have a great time.

I smiled. My sense of relief was mixed with anticipation and an unexpected ache in my heart. Up until that moment I hadn’t realised just how much I had missed him. It had been too long.

He moved in closer and whispered my name, tracing my lips with a single finger. The sound of his voice brought tears to my eyes. I wanted to say something to him, but I knew the rules. Submissives only speak when they are spoken to or given permission to speak. Whispering my name was no permission at all.

A cool breeze made me shiver. Behind the blindfold I closed my eyes and drank in Max’s touch. He was an expert when it came to knowing how and where to touch me. My pulse quickened as his fingers moved on, stroking my jaw, outlining the curve of my ear, sliding up into my hair. At first it was just the lightest of touches, so delicate that it made my skin tingle, but I knew Max. There would be more. There was always more with Max. His particular gift was the way he could combine pain with pleasure and still have me begging for more. His fingers tightened, twisting my hair into a firm knot, making me gasp as he pulled me close up against him.

‘I’ve missed you, Sarah,’ he murmured.

I could feel his breath on my skin and the heat of his body as he cupped my breast with his other hand, caressing the nipple that hardened under his touch, his long nimble fingers teasing and pinching it, making me moan with pleasure and increasing my anticipation of what might follow. My whole body was responding to him, coming alive under his caress. I could feel the desire rising from somewhere deep inside me. I wanted Max so much – it felt like forever since we had been together. I moaned softly, letting go, surrendering to him.

Max murmured his approval and whispered words of endearment as his hand moved lower, down over my ribs, brushing my hips and moving down across my stomach, working its way down over the rise of my sex and sliding unhindered between my legs.

God, this was wonderful. I threw back my head and gasped as he stroked me, his touch at its most tender and knowing, caressing me, making me writhe with pure pleasure. It was the sweetest torture as he explored the soft folds of my sex. I let out a little sob of pleasure as his fingertips finally found my clitoris.

As his fingers found their rhythm I leaned against him, relishing the sensation of his strong muscular body, moaning with sheer delight, feeling every caress, every knowing touch, feeling the pleasure intensify, building and building, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Finally I cried out and, unable to hold back and breaking all the rules, called out his name.

Even before the sound was out I was instantly awake, torn from sleep, denied the impending climax. I found myself sitting bolt upright in bed, cold and shocked and trembling like a leaf. I looked round, trying to get my bearings. The room was empty, the only light came from the street lamp across the road, throwing a jaundiced yellow stripe across the bedroom floor.

The images and sensations had been so vivid that for a moment I couldn’t believe I’d imagined them. I felt like I’d been robbed and reached out in the darkness, a part of me still convinced that Max might be there somewhere, despite knowing that I had only dreamed him. Unsurprisingly, all that was there was darkness, the only sound the tick-tick-tick of my bedroom clock. I stretched out further, feeling my way across the bed, but it was cold and empty.

I lay there for a while thinking about him and trying to get back to sleep, snuggling down under the duvet, trying to relax, but it was impossible. The harder I tried the more awake I felt. Eventually I gave up, switched on the bedside lamp, pulled on a robe and went downstairs to make some tea and try to clear my head.

Max and I had split up months ago, but this was the first time since then that I had dreamed about him and certainly the first time I’d ever been so aroused while sleeping. I could still feel the dull ache of unsatisfied longing, still there, low down in my belly.

I’m a writer, and alongside romantic novels I’ve written erotic fiction for years, including lots about BDSM (bondage, discipline, sadism and masochism), but after a lifetime of fantasy it had been Max who had finally taken me by the hand and introduced me to the real-life delights of being a submissive. My relationship with Max had been a steep learning curve. He was a Dom (BDSM shorthand for the dominant partner) and under his guidance I had finally found a safe place to explore the submissive fantasies that had haunted me all my adult life.

I’d spent half a lifetime thinking about and then finally writing about the world of BDSM without so much as stepping over the threshold – until I met Max, that is. Fresh out of a marriage, I had decided that it was now or never and had put an ad on a BDSM website. Over the course of several weeks I’d met lots of men who were keen to help me explore my sexually submissive ideas, but in the end it was Max I chose as my first ever real-life Master, and, even though our relationship was over and had been for months, there was a part of me that still loved him.

Under his tutelage I had explored a whole new world of delight, of pleasure and pain and fun, and discovered a level of intimacy that I had never experienced inside a vanilla relationship. Even though it was me who had finally called it a day, Max was going to be a very hard act to follow. He had been a friend and lover as well as a Master. The truth was, I missed him. A lot.

Since he and I had split up I’d been window-shopping on some of the mainstream dating websites as well as the BDSM ones, but I hadn’t felt inspired to post a profile – as I said, Max was going to be a hard act to follow. So instead I hunkered down and got on with the business of being single, not feeling quite ready or emotionally robust enough to launch myself back out onto the dating scene, not really having the energy or the inclination to start over – until now, that is. Because the day after dreaming of Max was the day I’d arranged to have my first date with another potential Dom. I couldn’t help wondering if that was what had sparked the dream in the first place.

Finding any new relationship is tough enough without the added pressure of finding a man you would trust enough to tie you up. I had been persuading myself that maybe Max was a one-off, a mad fling, a crazy notion. The problem was: what came next? Where did I go from there? Was there a way back to normal?

When we first started seeing each other, Max had warned me even before we started our relationship that going back to straight sex and a vanilla relationship after tasting the delights of BDSM and the intensely intimate connection between Master and submissive was close to impossible.

So there I’d been, still smarting from splitting up with Max, unable or more accurately unwilling to go back to him and not quite ready to go forward, when the phone rang.

I’d been working in my office on a new book. The caller display read ‘number withheld’. I wondered if it might be Gabbie, one of my best and oldest friends, and also regularly single. I’d left her a voicemail suggesting that it was high time we got together and had a girls’ night in or out, and I promised not to cry as long as she promised not to give every man in the bar a score out of ten, so I was surprised when a male voice said, ‘Hi, is that Sarah?’

I hesitated. ‘Yes, it is. Who’s speaking?’

‘I don’t know if you remember me. My name’s Alex. We spoke a while back about your ad.’

‘We did? What ad?’ I was racking my brains. It had been a long time since I’d put an ad on any of the straight or BDSM dating websites, and I’d never advertised anything anywhere else.

‘Oh, I’m sorry. Maybe I’ve got the wrong number. It was a while ago now. You were looking for a Dom.’

‘And we spoke?’ I said cautiously. I had taken down my personal ad when I’d started seeing Max regularly and, as I said, I hadn’t felt anywhere near ready to put it back up on the site since we split up, so if Alex was right we’d spoken a long, long time ago.