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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!
Tied Down
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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Excerpt:
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.
“Brady!”
“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.”
