Bound (Strand Brothers Series, #2) by Lora Ann
When submission, love, and something far too terrifying bind.
How far will you go for someone you love? Which lines are you willing to cross? Who will you turn to when the ones that should be there for you aren’t?
Lacey Kincaid is in search of her drug addicted, twin sister, Keeley. But every time she locates her, Keeley moves on. Now Keeley has disappeared without a trace and it’s up to Lacey to find her before it’s too late.
Even (pronounced Evan) a.k.a. E Strand is the youngest of three and by far the most dangerous. No, he isn’t a badass like his oldest brother, Nik. Nor is he the most handsome like his brother, Alex. His danger lies in his personal preferences in the bedroom. Many know him as the Master and it is a title he deserves. Owner of numerous sex clubs as well as instructor of BDSM Even is fulfilled, until the night a dancer at one of his clubs catches his eye. She’s innocent. Beautiful. Off limits. Yet he wants her for his own.
It doesn’t take long for E to realize the woman he desires to dominate needs his help. As their journey to find Keeley runs into one dead-end after another, passion ignites between these two. But is it enough to bind them together forever? Or, will the bond between sisters keep the lovers apart? Can they free Keeley from the clutches of a madman in time? And if they do, will happily ever after be in their future?
Due to violence, language, & sexual content this book is not recommended for anyone under the age of 18.
From out of nowhere a handcuff was secured around one of my wrists and then to the headboard. As efficiently as he had that hand restrained, he did the same to the other. Now, I was at his mercy. While that probably should’ve frightened me, it had quite the opposite effect. Warm liquid trickled at my core as I squirmed under his heated gaze.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, as I stared at his beautiful mouth.
A wicked grin appeared. “Whatever the hell I want, sweetness,” he growled before slipping his finger inside me. I began to move my hips, for some kind of relief, as he toyed just on the inside of my channel. There was no controlling the whimper that escaped. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
On a frustrated moan I replied, “You.”
“Not good enough.”
I clamped my legs together, locking his hand in place as I confirmed, “Yes…” He hooked his fingers forward to stimulate—I assumed—my g-spot “…you,” I ground out under the onslaught of sensations.
He withdrew from my body and sat back on his haunches. “We stay like this,” motioning his hand between our bodies for emphasis, “until you tell me.”
I yanked on my restrains, which hurt. The grimace on his face told me he didn’t want me in pain. “Stop that,” he ordered. “Those things bite if you pull on them.”
Now he tells me! “A heads-up would’ve been nice.”
“And take away all the fun.”
Grr. The man could really get my hackles up without any effort, whatsoever. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Mm-mm, just the sight of you gets me hard.”
Without forethought, my eyes drifted to his amazing erection. How could he do that so quickly? “I thought men weren’t capable of multiple orgasms,” I blurted out my thoughts. He threw his head back and laughed. “Nice to know I can entertain you while I lay here all hot and bothered,” I grumbled.
He leveled his gaze on me and pointed out, “I’m merely waiting for your instructions.”
I swallowed hard before I confessed, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“Let me demonstrate.” His hand moved over his left nipple as he pinched it. “Ah, yes,” he moaned. “Right now, I’m imaging your teeth biting down. Do you see my dick pulse in response?”
Again, my eyes traveled over his washboard abs, along the hairline below his navel, until they alighted on his cock. He hadn’t lied, it was throbbing. As he moved his hand over to the right nipple, his other hand began to stroke his rod. He continued, “I’m picturing your hands fisting me, moving up and down before you place it inside your wet, pink pussy.”
Oh, my. His dirty words were actually going to make me come. I couldn’t very well touch myself in this position, so my legs began to spread of their own accord. I directed, “Put it in.”
He cocked an eyebrow. “What exactly would you like me to put in?”
Heavens, the man was both infuriating and sexy as hell. And while his filthy talk was a complete aphrodisiac, I wasn’t sure I could reciprocate. “Your…manhood.”
He chuckled. “Say it, Lacey.”
I raked my bottom lip with my teeth and closed my eyes. “Please, E.”
He straddled my hips, sliding his shaft between my sopping folds. “Talk dirty to me, sweetness.” To get my capitulation he balanced his weight on one forearm and used his other hand to stroke and tease my nipple. His mouth descended onto the other breast as he continued to stroke himself along my overly lubricated slit. “I won’t let you come until you do as I’ve asked.”
A whine came forth before I acquiesced, “I want your big and thick cock inside me, now. Let me milk you dry,” I added for good measure.
“Fuuuuuck. That was hella sexy,” he commended. “Say something else.” Then he began to suck on the sensitive tip of my breast and pinched the other to the point of a wonderful ache. All the while the head of his penis stroked my bundle of nerves between my thighs. I locked my legs around his waist as I lifted my hips. “Put your dick in and let me take you with me over this damn edge.”
Please note: Bound should not be read as a standalone due to the subplot.
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About the Author
Lora is a Missouri native who relocated to California as a teen. She spent several years as an international flight attendant for a major airline, before taking on her greatest job ever, a stay-at-home mom. Now she resides in Kentucky with her family, and has taken on her newest adventure, writing.