Forever Bound (3 page)

He reached down to the vibrator, flicked the switch to increase the speed. A loud cry spilled for her lips as a deep shudder ran through her.

Yes, Josie, you are ready
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“Now, you may come,” was all he said, before he stepped back to marvel.

Josie screeched out, the sound piercing. Her body convulsed, strained against the rope above her. Her skin flushed to a dark pink and Gavin had no doubt where the ropes dug into her skin, bruises would be left in their wake.

His eyes stayed trained on her. She could step away, move off the vibrator to end it, but she didn’t. She stayed, fought through the meaning of her right and wrong, her definition of what pleasure meant, because he asked it of her. She didn’t only impress him, she captivated his soul.

As her cries grew louder and tears fell, he expected she would stop and use her safeword. But as the minutes passed, she never did. She separated from herself. Gave into the sensations offered and rode it like a pro.

Her screams melted together. She teetered on the brink of her climax, yet unable to reach it. Gavin understood he needed to intervene to push her over the edge. He knelt down before her and knew she’d have no idea he stayed there, as lost as she was in the experience.

Reaching out, he latched onto the vibrator, his other hand came up to her hip to steady her. He pressed it against her clit. She screeched as though he’d cut off a limb. He applied pressure and circled the toy around her little nub and she convulsed harder.

The noises from her mouth were cries, nothing that would appear erotic to most, but to him she sounded lovely. He continued on and heard the hitch in her breath.

He studied her face for a moment, her muscles bunched together as her legs stuck out and her toes curled. The exact reason he had bound her arms above her.

His gaze drifted to her pussy at the first signs of her release. Small droplets of liquid fell on his hand. He tightened the grip around her hip and pushed harder against her with the vibrator.

One last roar echoed from her throat before wet warmth washed down her thighs. He moved her hips off the vibrator as she hung from the ropes binding her. Her head fell forward, her soft whimpers sliding around him like a warm bath.

She would need his aftercare, and he would offer it. For now, he stared at her as she dangled from the ropes he’d provided.

His masterpiece.

Chapter Four

Josie blinked a few times. Clarity returned. She vaguely remembered Gavin assisting her off the harness, removing the ropes he had placed upon her and the burn in her muscles easing from being stretched. As she squirmed, thick arms tightened around her. “Don’t move.”

Cradled in his arms, she released a long sigh of contentment and sank into him, waiting out the moment. Giving herself time to gain her thoughts again.

He held her tight and said nothing. As the moment passed, something swelled inside her. Something she’d never felt before.

Rightness.

Tears filled her eyes, but it seemed silly to cry in front of him so she tried to stop them with a deep sniff. Gavin forced her to look at him. “Don’t be ashamed of your emotions. I expect you to have that reaction.”

“You do?” Her voice sounded shaky, even to her.

A small smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “I would.” He rubbed her arms, easing her sore muscles.

Josie tried to gain understanding of what had happened, but her mind was void. Only completion lived within her. Instead of trying to force herself, she voiced her confusion. “Why do I feel a little lost?”

“You lost yourself in your pain and pleasure.”

Josie took a moment to remind herself of all the past events, remembering the woman who entered the hotel before Gavin. The emptiness held in her soul and the desire for something more. She’d found what she sought. More than the act of the climax, the pleasure which defined the experience as a life-altering moment, it was her role. The need to have someone else control her. The desire to kneel at Gavin’s feet and respond to his every demand, and the want to push past what she thought capable.

She belonged there. With him, in that room, under his command.

Her hunt to discover something she thought she needed, craved. It had nothing to do with her. Nothing she needed to find. She couldn’t find happiness because happiness had to be given to her. Told to her. Shown to her. Controlled by another.

By Gavin.

But what did he want? He held her as if he cared for her, but normal protocol called for caring for the submissive after a scene. Did it explain why she experienced an attachment to him? The need to be his. Maybe? All she knew was she had found her happiness. In him. And she never wanted to let it go.

“Did you enjoy your experience?” His voice comforted her as it drew her away from her thoughts.

“I enjoyed it immensely.” She laughed.

His eyebrow arched. “Do you have any questions?”

Did she? Her mind felt clearer now, and lots of things captured her thoughts. Only one stood out as most important to her. A question she needed answered to settle some of the emotions she felt now. “Am I good at it?”

The arch of his brow fell as a serious look crossed his face. “You belong in this role.”

The confirmation she needed. In her soul, being submissive, always wanting to satisfy, to not disappoint came as a natural response for her. Before she thought it just a part of her character and why she excelled in most areas of her life. Now however, she believed it almost a shame she’d wasted it on people who didn’t deserve her kindness. There was only one person she wanted to offer such gratitude to, which brought another question to her mind. “Is it always like this?”

“Like what?”

She squirmed a little in his arms, uncomfortable about the subject matter, but he held her firm in his grip. Resolved he’d answer honestly and not judge her, she continued. “I feel quite attached to you.”

A little twinkle rose in his eyes. “A Dom and sub always have a strong connection. The journey together causes the intense reaction.”

Her heart sank at his words. She experienced these feelings because of the event, a normal feeling to occur. Part of her had hoped they shared something unique. Something special between them. “Oh.” Disappointment made her mutter the response.

Gavin smiled a delectable grin. “What we experienced tonight, however, what you showed me, the responses you gave…it’s deeper than anything I have ever experienced before.”

She gasped as she stared into his eyes. Such truths lay in their depths. Elation stole her sanity and touched her soul. Had he declared something more lived between them? Had he felt it, too? She wanted to believe it with every ounce of her being. She’d walked into the room earlier, a woman filled with wishes and wants. But who remained now, someone entirely different. In Gavin’s arms, comforted by his strong hold, her hopes and dreams could be built.

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Duty called for aftercare of a sub. Cuddling one until they made sense out of their experience, to allow them to be comfortable leaving the scene created just for them.

Now though, he didn’t care for her out of obligation. The moment had everything to do with Josie. He yearned for a submissive he felt worthy of dominating. One who stirred him as much as he did her—someone who pushed past her limits because he demanded it. A sub who held the role not because of a choice, but because it’d been born into her.

Josie
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He brushed her hair away from sweat-drenched skin. She appeared confused, still processing everything she’d gone through. His eagerness however, made it impossible to wait. For the first time in his life, he felt out of control, as if his future depended on another.

She recognized the connection between them, and the acknowledgment sent a thrill coursing through his blood. He wouldn’t let her walk out without him. If he had to sway her, he would do whatever he had to. Yet, her soft spoken words, her little admission that she held an interest in him, declared he didn’t need to. He wouldn’t waste the moment by beating around the bush, and set out to stake his claim. “I want to keep you.”

“Pardon?” she squeaked, her eyes filled with shock.

It didn’t surprise him to see she had a hard time processing what he’d said. He had trouble believing it himself, but he had his chance and was going to take it, full throttle. “When we arranged tonight through Madame Eve, I must admit I doubted anything would come of it. I realize the experience had been arranged to welcome you into the lifestyle—to test it out to see if it appealed to you. But what I saw of you tonight tells me you are a special submissive. One I want to give everything I have to offer as a Dom, and more.”

Tears rimmed her stunning blue eyes and he saw happiness in them. It occurred to him then she doubted what he felt toward her. She had given him something special, something he had long searched for. He wasn’t going to hold back and not share his thoughts with her. “You are the first woman who has outlasted me.”

Her shock returned. “I am?”

He nodded and hoped his expression showed his pride. “You didn’t once use your safeword.” He still had difficulty accepting that truth. Women who had been in the lifestyle for years always pulled it out because he pushed them beyond their limits. Josie never cracked. It’s what fuelled his desires. “I’m not sure I can explain to you what this experience tonight meant for me.”

“Try to….” Her tone sounded eager and he knew part of it was because she needed reassurance and acceptance. He wouldn’t deny her.

He took a moment to ponder it all to make sure he got his words right. After a lingering moment, he gathered his thoughts enough to be sure he made sense. “The feeling you have right now, the one which says you are fulfilled and you have pleased someone else beyond measure—I have never experienced such a feeling.”

Her eyes widened. “Ever?”

“No.” He shook his head, finding her incredulousness endearing. “I have been a Dom to many, some for a short time, some for longer, but I’ve never reached my climax of feeling satisfied. You have given me that tonight.”

She smiled, and it warmed him. “Well, I’m glad to know I am not the only one who experienced a mind-blowingly satisfying moment tonight.”

He chuckled.

She leaned forward, her lips coming so close to his. “Are you giving me a choice?” Her playful tone sparked an attraction to both her submissive side, and her personality as well. “Doesn’t that go against the grain, so to speak?”

He understood why she’d carry those thoughts. She was new to the lifestyle and she didn’t have a full understanding of what that lifestyle entailed. He needed to set her straight. “In scenes, we hold these roles. In life, I want you to have a voice.”

“In life?” she repeated.

Clearly, she hadn’t missed his intention. Yes, undeniably, he wanted to be her Dom. However, more lived within him. Something he never expected to find and something he suspected she felt, too. “I know this is all so sudden.” He brushed his knuckles against her cheek. “But I’d like to get to know you better, not just as your Dom, but as a man, as well.”

Her eyes filled with the same happiness in his own heart before she smiled in the most darling of ways. “I’d like that too.”

Joy filled him as he closed the distance to capture her lips. Her kisses were just as he expected, soft and submissive.

The night may have been a matchmaking provided by Madame Eve, but now much more existed here. His heart warmed at the thought of showing her more, teaching her things she couldn’t even think herself capable of, and sinking his cock into her sweet body.

He’d never dreamed of experiencing love at first sight, the possibility of a soul mate, yet he’d just been proven wrong. He’d found her.

His submissive—forever bound.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Stacey Kennedy is an avid lover of the paranormal romance, urban fantasy and erotic romance genres. If she isn’t plugging away at her next novel, tending to her two little ones, she’s got her nose deep in a good book. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband. Be sure to drop her a line at
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