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By Kacey Hammell
I think being tied up/down during sex – whether scarves, rope or ties for instance – is a powerful and liberating freedom that many enjoy.
Submitting to one’s partner, being on display, allowing them to show how much they wish to touch while the other is unable to resist or deter them from their journey… It’s a heady experience to be at someone else’s complete “mercy”, and it strengthens the trust between the couple.
How the rope touches someone’s skin – caressing, tight, sometimes even comforting – is sexy and powerful. And aphrodisiac, if you will, and adds to the baser senses. The inability to touch heightens the tension and desire for some. The helpless factor ramps up the sensations and it makes for a liberating experience. With the passion and eroticism of the moment, there’s also a freedom of being tied up and surrendering. The freedom from everyday life, stress, and getting away from one’s own thoughts. Feeling completely alive to enjoy someone else’s care.
Not many people are willing to give up any control, such as Isabella in TIED DOWN, but it takes a strong man to show her the true person she is. He has to be in tune with who she is – as a woman as a whole – and know what makes her tick, what drives her and the best time to make “his move”. Brady loves his lady and will do whatever he can to fulfill all her dreams and desires…and his own!
The time has come for Brady Jacobs to grab hold of the woman he loves and their future. But his lady, Isabella Knowles, is skittish. She’ll bolt at the mention of a future with him. He needs to handle her with precise planning, tools to seduce and never give her a moment to flee.
Brady will tie her down, pleasure her, push her farther than she’s ever experienced…then ask her to marry him. But no amount of planning can ensure Bella’s answer won’t include the business end of her Glock.
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Isabella stirred at a tug on her ankle. She shifted, not in any way eager to wake up.
Snuggling her cheek deeper into the pillow, she sighed. The web of slumber curled around her as she relaxed again.
At the shuffle of footsteps and a thump, she stirred. Her eyes flew open and she lifted her head. As she shifted to her side, she gasped.
Why couldn’t she move?
Jesus, what the hell?
Danger screamed through her mind while she took in the room around her. Right where she’d fallen asleep, in Brady’s bed.
No need to fear for her safety. Right?
“What the fuck is this?” Damn the bindings around her wrists and feet. “Brady!” she screamed. She’d kill the bastard who dared to enter their personal space. Cripes, if he’s been hurt, she’d carve out their hearts and throw the bodies in the ocean.
“I’m right here, babe.”
His head appeared over the foot of the bed. Her heart skipped a beat. Safe. Her head fell back in relief. She’d die if something happened to him. Could never relive him ever being hurt again. She’d barely survived once before when he’d been stabbed and almost blown to bits. She did not ever want to go through anything like it again.
“You okay, babe? These scarves aren’t too tight, are they?”
So lost in her own thoughts, she forgot she lay there, tied like some prisoner.
“What the hell? What’s going on?” He knelt at the end of the bed. She gaped as she took in her naked body, the scarves holding her legs and arms captive. Her heart rate accelerated. She had no control over any of this. Desperate to get out of the ties and the situation, she pulled hard, jerked her limbs to escape their captivity.
“Fuck! Goddamn it. Let me loose.”
Purchase Illusions & Awakenings, which precede this story, at Decadent Publishing