I’m thrilled to have Casey McKay over today with her new BDSM book Bound. I love this series! Check out my review of it it on Romance Beat Magazine. Take it away, Casey…
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Hi Renee, thanks for having me over today! I brought along an excerpt from my new BDSM romance, Bound. Martin is whisking away his girlfriend on a trip with a surprise destination. But trouble seems to follow them and instead of being relaxed, their trip is off to a stressful start. So Martin summons Melissa to the tiny airplane bathroom, he has some stress relief on his mind.
“Go to the restroom,” he whispered in her hair.
“What?” She pulled her head back to look him in the face.
“Go, wait for me.” He relieved her of the bag of ice and made movements in his seat under the guise of getting more comfortable.
She stared at him a few moments longer, but when he made no move to give further instructions, she got up with a frustrated sigh.
If she wouldn’t talk and tell him what had happened with the photographer, then he would find a way to occupy her for their three hour flight. It was a battle they fought continuously. Melissa internalized things and wouldn’t open up to him, he’d spent a good part of their early relationship guessing. Trying to pick up on hints. She had accused him once of trying to fix her. He couldn’t make her understand that he didn’t see anything that needed fixing, she was perfect to him.
After letting her wait a few minutes, he rifled through his carry-on and slipped a pouch into his pants pocket. Making his way to the restrooms, he knocked lightly on the only one of the three that was occupied.
Melissa cracked the door open and raised her eyebrows at him. She tried to shuffle back a step, but her feet wouldn’t move and she ended up leaning back to let him enter. “We can’t fuck in here,” she whispered.
He looped an arm around her waist, holding her close as he shut and locked the door behind them. They barely fit in the small space together, but her talk of fucking had him hardening in his pants. “You don’t think we can renew our membership to the mile-high club?”
She snorted. “No, I do not.”
He delighted in making her laugh, even if it was a scoff. They had imbibed in too many in-flight beverages and then loudly banged in a bathroom during a trip in their twenties. Looking around, he wondered how they had managed. “Pull down your pants,” he instructed, releasing her from his hold and giving her an extra inch of room.
“Why? What do you think is going to happen in here?” She rolled her eyes.
Catching her chin, he pinched until she met his eyes. “Don’t question me. Is this really how you want to start off our trip?”
She narrowed her eyes, but didn’t respond. Her chest raised and lowered as her breathing sped up.
“I have no problem being a hard ass. Is that what you want from me?”
Blinking back at him, she remained silent. A muscle jumped in her cheek. She was seething, and turned on. He knew his woman. If she wanted the big, bad, angry Dom, then he would give it to her.
“Do it, now.”
Never breaking eye contact, she unsnapped the button of her white capri pants and slid the zipper down. She waited a beat before she shoved them down her hips.
“Was that so hard?”
She scoffed and looked away.
Martin wove his hand through her hair and pulled her face close to his. Crushing his mouth against hers, he drank deep. Slipping his other hand between her legs, he felt her arousal coating her lips. “You don’t think we can fuck in here, but I bet you wish we could,” he said, pushing two fingers deep inside of her channel.
She gasped from the intrusion. When he curled his fingers and hit her sweet spot along her front wall, she gyrated down on him.
“Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
He tugged on her hair, pulling her head back as he worked his fingers in her core.
She tensed around him, her hands coming up to his shoulders to steady herself. “Fuck! Yes! Ahh,” she panted and moaned.
Watching her come apart was one of his favorite things to do. Melissa hid so many pieces of herself, but when he had her like this, he could see straight to her soul.
When her pussy had almost stopped clenching around his fingers, he withdrew his hand. Releasing his hold on her head, he allowed her to straighten up.
“I’m sorry,” she said, her head lolling to the side. “I don’t know why I’m being such a bitch.”
Shoving his hand in his pocket, he dug out the little velvet pouch. “You’re not as sorry as you’re going to be.” He gave her a wicked smile and delighted in her wide-eyed reaction when she saw what he held.
Melissa’s longtime boyfriend, Martin, is taking her on the trip of a lifetime. It might be just what they need since she has felt a disconnect with him lately. But her overactive mind convinces her that he’s planned the trip for the sole purpose of dumping her… until he brings up the subject of marriage again.
Martin doesn’t know how else to convince Melissa that they are destined to be together forever. He’s left his exclusive BDSM club in the hands of a capable friend and whisked her away to a private island. He can’t figure out why she revels in physical bonds, but balks at the bonds of marriage. It’s not a challenge the seasoned Dom in him is ready to back down from.
When secrets from Melissa’s past threaten to come to light and her well-being and safety are put at risk, can Martin protect the woman his world revolves around? Or will he end up losing everything that matters to him?