Bound In Ecstasy
submission be enough to bind their hearts?
Publisher: Seaside Publications
Treat herself to a carnal weekend at the hedonistic retreat, XTC Resorts? That’s not something Claire Calderwood, a three-time loser in the relationship department would ordinarily do. But at thirty-seven, having a successful cleaning business is no longer enough. She wants a chance to let go of all responsibility, submit to a stranger’s sexual demands and satisfy her darkest fantasies.
Jonathon Brierton has known his best friend’s sister long enough to recognize her submissive nature. He would like nothing more than to have Claire bound naked and at the mercy of his flogger as he teaches her the sensual art of obeying her Master. At thirty-something, he’s a successful real estate developer, owner of a BDSM resort-and hopelessly in love with the older woman.
When Claire follows him to his resort, Jonathon is certain he can keep his identity secret long enough to convince her that being restrained in his stocks is something that will satisfy them both. But lies, deceit and broken hearts may not be so easy to overcome.
A tantalizing story! I suggest running a bubble bath and settle in for a while with this hot steamy read.
~ Nocturne Romance Reads 4.5 HOOTS
I devoured this story and just want more of the characters that Nina Pierce has created in Maid for Master.
~ Siren Book Reviews 4.5 Siren Stones
Nina Pierce does a wonderful job of pulling the reader in and keeping you glued to the pages.
~ Whipped Cream Reviews 4 CHERRIES
If you’re looking for a fun novella with intriguingly hot BDSM scenes and seriously passionate moments,
then be sure to check out Maid for Master.
~ Black Raven’s Reviews 4 RAVENS
A nicely steamy tale ~ Night Owl Reviews 4.25 STARS
I highly recommend this book to anyone who is new to BDSM and wishes to find a book that
will give you an up close and personal look.
~ Romance Junkies 4 RIBBONS
Claire Calderwood had fantasized about being a sexual slave to a man’s desires for a long time now. She’d even taken the time to buy a couple of books on the D/s lifestyle. Those few times she’d tried to communicate her desires to her partners had turned into nothing more than mindless rutting that had left her feeling empty and used. Being tied to a bed while her boyfriend satisfied his fantasies wasn’t the same as the give and take of consensual passion happening in the dungeon below.
Her hope had been to share this weekend with her fiancé so they could both learn from the experience of others. But Claire understood better than most that plans had a way of disintegrating dreams.
How she’d managed to let her baby brother’s best friend talk her into keeping her travel plans still baffled her. Adjusting the butterfly mask, she cast a quick glance around. Claire wasn’t sure she’d survive if she ran into Jonny here at the fetish club of all places. She hoped he was neck-deep in some hot tub with a good-looking co-ed. Goodness knows, she didn’t know what she’d say if he found her strutting around in the barely there leather bra and skirt and heavy knee-high biker boots she’d found in the closet of her bungalow. She’d be mortified if he told her brother of her foolishness. Surely, she’d never hear the end of it.
But this vacation wasn’t about her brother, Jonny or her fiancé or anything else she’d left behind in Indiana. It was about Claire and giving herself permission to let loose and give in to her fantasies.
Throwing her shoulders back, Claire forced away the gloomy thoughts and turned her attention back to the dungeon. A man hung face-up by a series of knotted ropes. His arms and legs were stretched wide, exposing him to tempting possibilities. He’d remained suspended and blindfolded, only able share the woman’s pleasure and pain through her cries of ecstasy. Now two Doms maneuvered a pulley system, lowering him to waist level. Strong hands stroked over sensitive flesh.
“Are you enjoying the show?”
A male voice, thick and rich as honeyed molasses shivered down her spine. When Claire attempted to turn, he pressed into her back. His face nestled against her neck so that only a whisper separated his lips from the shell of her ear.
“Don’t turn. Just answer. Are. You. Enjoying. The. Show?”
He spoke softly, each word enunciated clearly. It was such a simple question and delivered with such intensity, Claire could barely fill her lungs. The hard planes of his chest pressed against her back, adding to the overwhelming sense of him surrounding her. Muscular thighs ran along the back of her legs and against her ass. Gooseflesh rose where his breath caressed her neck. It was all she could do not to lean back into the heat of the man.
“Yes. Or. No?”
Power buffeted her but didn’t smother. Rather than drowning, Claire felt swaddled in the absolute security of this man. Her nipples pebbled, pressing hard against zippers running along the soft leather cups of her bra. And when she inhaled to speak, the clean scent of sandalwood and fresh air filled her nose. “Yes.”