Tied to You
by
Bibi Paterson
(@BibiPater)
Tied to You
Blurb:
Olivia Walker has just hit rock bottom.
About to lose her job and become homeless, she can’t see a way out of the mess
her life has become until Alex Davenport enters her life with a proposal she is
in no position to refuse.
Wealthy and arrogant, Alex is used to
getting whatever he wants and he has set his eyes on Olivia. For months he has
watched her, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself to make her
his, and finally it has appeared. But Alex is hiding a secret, one that he is
determined to protect until, one day, Olivia makes a discovery that sets her on
a course of self-discovery. Together they explore Olivia’s submissive side,
pushing boundaries and taking her on the wildest ride of her life.
But when Olivia’s past threatens to
expose Alex’s secret lifestyle, the time for truths and full disclosure is at
hand. Can Alex let go of the fears that have bound his true nature? And can a
couple that fell in lust find their own happily ever after?
Warning: This book is intended for
mature audiences as it contains explicit sex scenes and BDSM themes.
Excerpt:
“We’re leaving,” Alex states in a tone
that brooks no argument. I merely nod in reply and
my wrap, and then we are sitting in the car, being driven
home. The tension between us is thick, yet neither of us has said a word. I
glance up at Alex under my eyelashes and see his jaw clenched and an expression
that I can’t fathom in his eyes. Every fibre of my being is hyper-aware of
Alex’s masculinity, and a dull throb sits between my legs. I squirm in my seat,
trying to find a little relief, when suddenly I am aware of Alex’s scrutiny.
His eyes bore through me, yet the expression on his face remains a neutral
mask. A smirk appears as he runs his eyes over my body and I find my nipples
hardening under my dress.
We have no sooner pulled up in front of
the house than Alex is pulling me from the car and into the house. The door
slams shut behind us and for a moment we both just look at each other, lost in
the inevitable. And then Alex speaks. “Turn around, Olivia.” The command is
issued in a low, gravelly voice, completely at odds with Alex’s regular teasing
tone. The use of my full name startles me, and before I can think further, my
body is already obeying. I stand still, my eyes staring up the stairs, as we
stand in the frigid hallway, and I wait with bated breath. A few moments pass
and all I can hear is our breathing.
Suddenly I am aware of Alex’s arms coming
over my shoulders and unhooking the cape at my throat. It slithers to the
floor, and for a heartbeat, the world stops spinning on its axis. I shiver as I
feel Alex’s warm breath on my neck as, ever so slowly, he pulls down the zip of
my gown. “Put your arms out and hold on to the end of the bannister,” he
instructs gruffly. I comply without rational thought, quietly awaiting his next
command. The single movement has my dress pooling at my feet as I lean forward
to grip the smooth wooden post. Large, agile hands skim down my sides until
they rest on my hips and I am very much aware that my arse is now in the air,
the angle of my body on my heels offering direct access to my damp, aching
pussy. The hands follow a leisurely pace down the backs of my thighs and
calves, until they reach my ankles. “Lift your foot and then the other,” Alex
orders. I comply and he pulls the dress out from around my feet, discarding it
in a heap by the front door.
I glance back down at Alex, but
immediately he notices. “Eyes forward,” he barks, and I whip my head back
around, my heart thumping in my ears. The cold of the hallway has raised goose
bumps over my skin and I am shivering ever so slightly. I feel Alex stand
behind me, heat radiating from his frame making the cold more tolerable, and
then I hear him shedding his own clothes. My body is feeling ultra-sensitive,
and the moment his hand snakes around my waist and deft fingers find my clit, I
let out a low groan, as the warmth starts to spread across my pelvis. His
pelvis pushes into my arse and I can feel the huge length of him grinding
between my butt cheeks. Suddenly, Alex’s other hand is grabbing my breast,
pulling it from the confines of my strapless bra and, almost painfully,
squeezing my nipple. Teeth nip at my ear and neck as he forces my head back, my
back arching as I try to maintain my balance.
“I don’t make love,” Alex hisses into my ear. “I fuck, I root, I shag…but I don’t
do soft and I don’t do sweet. Do you understand, Olivia?” I nod my head, a
thousand conflicting thoughts swirling around my head. “If you want this to
stop, you need to say so now…” he trails off and waits for my answer. My brain
is telling me that this is all a bit weird, that this is not what I want, but
my treacherous body has other ideas and so I keep silent.
Author Bio:
Bibi
is a former marketing executive and mum to a gorgeous little girl currently
residing just north of London. She recently spent a year living it up on the
beaches of Western Australia and her hobbies include consuming copious amounts
of coffee and chocolate, building cardboard castles and creating stories in her
head.
Inspired from a young age, her love for
literature started with Enid Blyton and her Secret Seven. Since then a
voracious appetite for books has brought her a world full of heroes, love,
murder, betrayal and the odd vampire thrown in for good cause.
Having long admired those brave enough to put
pen to paper, or in this modern age of computing, keyboard to screen, she has
finally started telling the sexy stories that she has been keeping locked up in
her head all this time.
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