You Are Mine-Bound To Me Series

etting home," I said

This was apparently an exclusive nightclub that she just couldn't

e almost there," s

me past the line of young women dresse

form of gothic corsets and cloth that was supposed to be min

Lizzie spat o

asked as I gestured to our outfi

believe me at a D cup size that is not exactly a good thing. Also, I could do without the stiletto stripper heels that she insisted I wear as well. Luckily, I got

you'll understand," she said mys

n?" I asked hesitantly, not re

broke out on her fa

y see straight much less walk in these ridiculous heels you

omplaining that your life is so boring. Well, take a deep bre

ng home a double chocolate mocha. She was the type of girl that made going overboard an everyday occurrence

my comfort zone" and "exploring new options" or as she put it, "f

They had been sitting next to my nightstand, these books being a recent addition to my romance collection, but my ex-boyfriend Charles had

T-shirt, and comfy sneakers, I was ill-coordinated at the best of times. In three-inch, barely-there heels, and a tight skirt, my wi

mind struggled back to the forefront as I cracked my eyes open slowly and painfully. My heart was pounding as I tried to figure out where I

ly lit by what I quickly realized was a roaring fire that was off to the left-hand side makin

hands as I took several deep breaths to stave off nausea threatening to rise in me. Since this was not the

in my head soon faded to a dull throb. This room looked like either a library or a study; the walls were covered in shelves that were lined with books. I looked in front of me and my suspicions were conf

caused me to sit down again and breathe deeply once more. I silently pr

in," said a deep voi

he owner of this oversized room. He stalked closer until he towered above me, causing me to crane my neck so I could keep track of hi

pid that little stunt w

iant of a man w

nce. If you'll tell me where my friend is then I'll

real or just playing the starring role in my naughtiest BDSM dreams. Just like there was no way to doubt how my body was reacting to just his voice

didn't break your fucking ankle in those shoes. As it is, you most likely suffered a concussion. Where did

my legs look good and guys wouldn't be able to keep their hands of them, and… seeing

his face that I could see perfectly was his lips. They were full but set in a harsh disapproving line. An irratio

" I wh

tract a man. You were hoping to please someon

d empha

what are your plans for it?” he asked sof

knew was that they were intense. This was what Lizzie had been talking about, with one look this man had me melted into a bundle of fervent nerves and wild arousal. I wondered what he wou

y here. I told them to come around th

k you, pet. Now go back to your Master a

gasp, "Oh! Thank you

“She called

,” he said, the certainty in his voice implied that we wou

to let me go from his sight, then sighed and picked me up, "

k stairs he reached into his pocket an

e a call. Then we'll discuss your lack of attention,” he said before kissi

tions and being looked at, that by the time I looked up t

r cheeks and a worried expression on her face, only after they assured her that I'd be just fine and that they just wanted me for observation did Lizzie begin to calm

e the moment,"

I knew he'd given me his card, and if I said half of what I thought I said, there was no way I could ever look him in the