Coming Soon - Bound By Pleasure #BDSM #Eroticromance

It won't be long before August 20th is here! And I can't wait to share this story with you! Bound By Pleasure is a 30,000 word erotic novella. I hope to bring something a little different to the genre. The hero, Greg, isn't your typical Dom. And hopefully you'll swoon over him as much as I have.  Check out the blurb and excerpt and let me know what you think!

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Blurb:

Can Megan let her guard down enough to experience the pleasures Greg has to offer?

As an erotic romance author who has spent hours researching the BDSM lifestyle, Megan thinks she knows all about it. But when she decides to explore it firsthand, she quickly learns that there's a lot she doesn't know.

Greg isn't your typical Dom. He's an artist, and his life is anything but organized. He likes Megan from the start. She's honest and he sees something different in her. The more time he spends with her, the more he finds himself acting in ways he never has before. He's developing feelings for her, and he's hopeful Megan might be feeling the same way, but every time he tries to get her to open up to him, it seems that she takes a huge step back.

Megan has a hard time expressing herself, a problem that only intensified when her ex criticized her every time she tried to share her feelings. As a result, she learned to bite her tongue and keep her emotions hidden. So when she begins to fall in love with Greg, she isn't sure how to tell him, or even if she should tell him. But she fears if she doesn't open up to him soon, she may lose him. Can Megan find the courage she needs before it's too late?

Content Warning: graphic sex, BDSM theme

Excerpt:

Greg raked his hands through his loose hair. He’d never had a sub he wanted to fuck so badly. He hadn’t even taken the time to explore Megan’s entire body like he’d planned on. The second he touched her pussy and tasted the sweet honey he was done. He normally had much more control than he showed today. He should have teased her body more to bring her the absolute pleasure he could.

She had been good and obedient. That was one reason he’d allowed her to come. In the past he usually didn’t permit it during the first session. He wanted to make sure his subs understood him and respected him. But with Megan, he wanted to see her come. He wanted her to release and hear her as she cried out. To know that he made her.

This was new for him. He was going to have to be careful.

Megan came into the kitchen right as he finished their sandwiches. He could tell she had no idea what to do.

“In the kitchen you are able to speak and act freely. Actually, anywhere but the playroom you can be yourself.”

“What am I to call you up here?”

“Greg is fine. Have a seat. I hope turkey and swiss is okay.”

“It is.” Megan took a seat at the table.

He knew she was confused. Her research likely showed that anywhere in the Dom’s house she was to submit. Many time subs sat at their Master’s feet, but he didn’t want that. Outside of the playroom he just wanted to be Greg. It was one of the reasons he didn’t go to the club too often. He had the nature to be a Dom in the bedroom or playroom, but in his regular life he didn’t.

He set the plate in front of Megan and then took a seat.

“Did you enjoy everything we did in the playroom today?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Remember, you’re free to speak.”

“I enjoyed everything.”

“Was it what you were expecting?”

“For the most part.”

He took a bit of his sandwich. “Is the plug still inserted?”

“Yes.”

“I’d like it if you wore it a few hours a day until our next scene. Can you do that?”

“I can.”

Greg set his sandwich down. “I don’t want you to feel nervous around me.”

“To be honest…” she started before pausing. He motioned for her to continue. “I didn’t think we’d be socializing on a personal level like this.”

“Do you not want to?”

“It’s fine.”

“I’m not anything like what you expected, am I?”

Megan smiled and shook her head as she bit into her food.

“Am I what you expected in the playroom?”

“Yes.”

“Good.”

He wanted her to be comfortable, and it was clear that the light conversation wasn’t calming her at the moment, so they finished their sandwiches quietly. It killed him that she wasn’t able to just talk with him. He wanted to know every thought that was going through her mind. If he asked he was certain she would be truthful, but he didn’t want to overstep just yet.

When they finished eating he put their plates in the sink and walked her to the front door to say goodbye before she left. They’d agreed already to meet on the upcoming Tuesday which seemed years away at this point. But he knew she needed time to adjust. After she left his head was clear and he hoped he could get some work done. Anything to get his mind off her.