Bound for Love

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  Copyright © May 2020 by A.R. McKinnon

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  DISCLAIMER: Please do not try any new sexual practice, especially those that might be found in BDSM/fetish titles without the guidance of an experienced practitioner. The author will not be responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of its titles.

  This one is for the readers who loved Wish List and wanted Lucy’s story as much as I did.

  And for Sophia. I hope this one messes up your sleep schedule too.

  Special acknowledgements go to those who let me pick their brains when needed on a variety of subjects. You know who you are.

  Prologue

  “You want to go to a sex club for your bachelorette party?” Lucy was sure she’d heard Allison wrong, but her friend nodded. Lucy felt her chest tighten with panic at the thought of going to a place like Haven.

  “Not a sex club. A fetish club. Come on it will be fun!”

  Her Jaw was hanging open and she was sure her eyes were going to fall out of their sockets. Almost without realizing it she began shaking her head.

  “Don’t say no. Come on please. You’ll have fun, I know you will. Marcus’s friend owns Haven, you’ll have a great time.”

  Lucy shook her head again but had a sinking suspicion that it wouldn’t do any good if the gleam in Allie’s eyes was any indication. Even though she believed it was a losing battle, she fought Allison every step of the way for weeks.

  “OK will you at least agree to come check it out just as a potential spot for the party? Marcus and Jackson managed to get us guest passes.” Haven was very exclusive and normally members only. It surprised Lucy that they’d been able to get passes and said as much.

  “The guys are good friends with the owner. Come on please see how the other half lives.”

  The problem is Lucy already knew how the other half lived and she wasn’t sure she could go to Haven, and not get sucked back into a lifestyle that had almost destroyed her once before.

  When she found herself at Haven that Friday night, Lucy knew she’d made a mistake as the familiar throb swept through her body like a fire in her blood. She’d dressed in a simple pair of black jeans and a corset that pushed up the mounds of her breasts. The sharp stilettos added several inches to her height and her blond curls were tight spirals that just brushed her collarbone.

  “Damn!” Allie let out a wolf whistle the minute she opened the door. She wore a white button-down blouse with a short black skirt. Where Lucy had gone for more of the dominatrix look Allison’s image was the epitome of naughty innocence.

  Now that they were inside the club Lucy knew her outfit choice had done the trick- nice non-threatening, submissive men flocked to her. They failed to elicit a response from her body and for that she was extremely grateful.

  GRAYSON COULDN’T TAKE his eyes off her. The moment they walked into Haven he’d recognized her. She’d provoked his interest the day she had yelled at him when she confronted Marcus and Jackson. Even that brief meeting with her had intrigued him, and given how fiercely she’d protected her friend he had no problem believing that she was as dominant as her outfit suggested. If it weren’t for the sharp look of longing that blended with the boredom that was growing in her gaze, he might have bought her act. She certainly had enough submissives flocking around her to satisfy many doms, but it wasn’t what she wanted, which was why he was shocked later that night when she slid a member application into her purse.

  CHAPTER ONE

  Lucy looked at her reflection in the mirror excited at the prospect of going out. She adjusted the straps on her outfit. They criss crossed over her chest hugging her figure and leaving little to the imagination. It wasn’t like anything she’d worn in a long time but tonight she was going to Haven again. It had been several weeks since she’d gone with Allison, and on a whim, had picked up the membership form.

  She filled it out, but she hadn’t been truthful on the form- unwilling to admit how deeply her submissive streak ran, even to herself. She was just unable to stay away. That first night at Haven had woken something inside her that she’d thought had died years ago.

  Giving herself a final once over she applied a layer of vamp red lipstick and called it done. Her golden curls were longer than she normally kept them, so she pinned them back to keep them out of her face making note to schedule an appointment at the salon sooner rather than later.

  She had chickened out several times since the first night she’d gone, but tonight she wouldn’t lose her nerve again. They were hosting a demonstration on Shibari, and Lucy was dying to go. The pictures in the email they’d sent about it were mesmerizing. The contrast of textures, unyielding rope against supple flesh held a beauty that she hadn’t expected to be drawn in by.

  The heels of her stilettos clacked on the sidewalk as she tried to keep her steps firm to move with confidence, but inside she quivered with uncertainty.

  The music inside the club was heavy on the bass and its vibration thumped through her. Lucy had to flash her membership at security. She watched as they allowed a few others into the club as well. They were obviously regulars, and in time they would know her on sight if she kept coming to the club.

  The building itself was an industrial style warehouse with high ceilings and exposed ductwork and brick. There were men and women mingling among the patrons dressed entirely in white and Lucy realized they were club monitors. She would have thought it was an ordinary bar. More upscale than most, but ordinary, had it not been for the crowd being dressed in fetish-wear. Had the various instruments of the BDSM culture not been on display, Lucy wouldn’t have given it a second look.

  She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink. When the bartender put the rum and fruity cocktail in front of her, he also snapped a bright red and white wrist band on her. It has one punch through it signally to anyone she interacted with that she’d ingested alcohol.

  This process had all been outlined in the rule in the contract. The next time she ordered, her wrist bracelet would be punched again. While each person was responsible for their own actions and alcohol consumption it was a visual reminder to anyone, she interacted with that she might be under the influence. It was also a cue for the club monitors to watch for while they made sure that everyone was playing in a safe, sane and consensual way. If her old haunts had run as smoothly as Haven did, her life might be very different today
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  Lucy wasn’t here tonight to meet a man. Tonight, was about the rope demonstrations. She might play eventually, but tonight was just for watching the action.

  GRAYSON WATCHED THE crowd below from a metal catwalk that spanned the entire upper level of the club. He’d spared no expense when creating the design for Haven; ensuring that some parts carried an illusion of total privacy while still maintaining absolute safety for his patrons.

  Now that Haven was well established it was one of the biggest and most successful fetish clubs in the country. Grayson didn’t have to spend his nights here. He had a staff to oversee the club, but he still came in when he could. He enjoyed the atmosphere of the club and the lifestyle. It was the reason he opened the club in the first place, as an outlet for his own dominant tendencies.

  He zeroed in on her as she awaited her drink at the bar. There was a vulnerability about her that she was clearly trying to hide. He had no doubt that she was successful with most people, but he could still see lingering pain in her eyes when she thought no one was watching.

  Grayson had been disappointed when Lucy’s answers on the membership paperwork didn’t align with his own preferences- normally that would be the end of his interest, but something about Lucy still held him enthralled.

  HER BREATH CAUGHT as she watched the knots and complex wraps being made by the rope and an intense longing to feel the pressure of those ties on her skin swept through her.

  Frowning she gave herself a mental shake trying to remember that she wanted to be the one tying the knots, not the one being tied up in them. She tried to ignore the buzz of electricity that zipped down her arm as she remembered the iron like hold Grayson had made around her wrists when she’d confronted Marcus about breaking Allison’s heart.

  It had been months ago, why the memory lingered she couldn’t say but every time it popped back into her head, she could feel herself getting wet. This was his club; she knew it was. She and Allison had a long conversation about the tall dark and brooding club owner, but thankfully she hadn’t come across him yet.

  Lucy was sure Allie had some inkling about her bizarre attraction to Grayson. She just prayed that she hadn’t shared the fact with her lovers. The last thing she needed, was Grayson figuring out how deeply he affected her.

  The woman was clothed for the demonstration but in the areas where the rope bit into her skin Lucy could see the indentations left from the pressure of the ties. She shifted from foot to foot clenching her thighs together.

  After that first night she came back to the club almost every weekend, and Grayson soon found himself making a point to look for her. He watched her pat down her wild curls and adjust her posture. Other men, and some women were starting to notice her in the club, and he couldn’t help but wonder if she would play with any of them.

  The thought made him feel queasy and he wondered for the hundredth time whether he should approach her about playing together. He might be able to suppress his naturally dominant inclinations long enough to work her out of his system. It wouldn’t work long term but then the last thing he wanted ways anything long term.

  He was still smarting from his last relationship. Damn his fiancé – ex fiancé he reminded himself. She’d really pulled a number on him and the last thing he wanted was to jump into another relationship where he couldn’t be himself.

  Grayson thought he’d finally found it all with Julia. She was smart and sophisticated, just the type of woman he wanted now that he was a success in the business world beyond his horse and cattle ranch. They had dated for nearly a year before he proposed.

  His biggest clue that she wasn’t right for him should have been the fact that he hadn’t told her right away what type of relationship he expected out of his women right off the bat. It was a strict no-no in the lifestyle and should have raised several red flags about their relationship. When he finally had told her a month into their affair, she’d been indifferent. So, Grayson had toned down the dominant things he wanted from her.

  Their watered-down sex life had eventually left him feeling unfulfilled and rather than carry on as they had been Grayson asked her to consider trying something new.

  She’d agreed readily enough and hadn’t complained or used the safe word they’d agreed upon when he’d spanked her that night, and denied her an orgasm several times before he’d allowed her to tumble over the edge of release.

  He’d been sure that she would want to try that again, or maybe try something a bit different, but instead she’d seemed even more disinterested than she had before. Grayson was stubborn. He should have ended things then and there, but he hadn’t. Instead, he’d forced down his own needs trying to engage in a completely vanilla relationship. Only to have it blow up in his face.

  When Dustin approached Lucy, Grayson held his breath waiting to see if she’d accept the man’s invitation to play. When she shook her head, he let his breath out- noticing for the first time that if she’d answered the questionnaire honestly, she would be the one approaching people to play with. As he watched her though, it became increasingly clear from her actions that she’d lied on her application.

  She wasn’t dominant. She didn’t want to take the lead during sex at all, and some of the club members were starting to sniff out that truth. Knowing that he’d have to do something soon or not at all he decided the time for observation was over, and it was time to act.

  THE MAN RAN a feather over the woman’s reddened skin. He’d spent the last forty-five minutes working her over with his palm, and then with a flogger. She’d been fascinated with the sound of the tails thumping against the woman’s flesh. She clenched her thighs together, remembering. It was becoming a familiar stance.

  “Beautiful isn’t it?”

  The deepness of his tone made her shiver and she fought the urge to lean back against him, locking her knees so that she stood straight. She refused to answer hoping that if she remained still and didn’t answer him, he’d leave her alone.

  “Look at her eyes.”

  Lucy watched until the sensations were too overwhelming. He was so close to her nearly touching. So close that she could feel the heat of his skin. She sank her teeth into her lower lip to stop the groan that was clawing its way up her throat.

  “Look how much she loves it.” The woman’s moans were perfectly timed with the falls of the flogger. Lucy let her eyes fall shut, unable to watch any longer. She forced herself away from his warmth, suppressing another shiver as he chuckled, as if able to read her every thought.

  “It’s good to see you Lucy. I was hoping our paths would cross again darlin’. Have you been enjoying the club?”

  She gave a slight nod, not wanting to appear rude. She had known there was a possibility that she would run into him. It was after all, his club and as a member she owed him a certain level of respect. Unless of course she wanted to find herself tossed out on her ass by his security.

  “Oh, the things I could show you Lucy if you’d let me.” Grayson whispered into her ear, with a gentle caress down her arm grasping her wrist in his hand the way he had when they first met, before letting their fingers tangle together then finally stepping away.

  His words rang in her ears taunting her long after she’d gone home and showered off her makeup. Lucy let the water beat down on her as his comment bounced around her brain. What could he possibly show me? Arrogant jerk thinks he’s God’s gift to women. Thinks he knows just what my body is craving...

  What it was craving was him, and no matter how hard she tried to push him out of her thoughts, he crept back in just as badly as he had when she’d first met him, if not worse.

  Angrily she grabbed the shower head, removing it from it’s mounting on the wall and flicking it to her favorite setting. She didn’t want to think about him while she used the hot pulsing water to get herself off, but she was powerless to stop.

  It was his mossy green eyes that haunted her, humour lingering in their depths as she leaned back against the cool tile wall of her sh
ower and angled that stream of water right where she needed it most. She bit into her lip until the sharp tang of copper alerted her that she’d drawn blood, but the small sting of pain added to her orgasm rather than deterring it.

  Monday morning when her alarm went off Lucy slept through it, her mind incorporating the buzzing sound into the dream she’d been having. When she finally did wake up, she was running twenty minutes late. She spilled coffee down the front of her powder blue silk shirt and tore a run into her panty hose.

  When she got to work, she got called into her supervisor’s office and was written up for being late. She misplaced an important file, and had to redo work she’d already completed the week before.

  She nearly cancelled her lunch plans with Allison but now that Allie was no longer working for her grandfather and was dating two men, they rarely saw each other. At least she’s getting regular sex. Lucy grumbled as she grabbed her purse and headed to the café where they were meeting. Allison was getting daily orgasms from an actual real-life partner while all Lucy was getting was love from her shower head, or her vibrator, and the rate that she was going through batteries was alarming.

  She wanted sex. It didn’t help that she was torturing herself by going to the club every weekend, but Haven was like an addiction and she couldn’t stay away. She wanted to go and just find a partner for no strings attached sex. Just a good time. She’d done it before though and it had left her feeling hollow. Not the no strings attached part, but the part where she hadn’t gotten what she wanted or needed.

  “Wow you look like you’ve had a rough day.”

  She snarled at Allison shooting her a dirty look.

  “Hey who pissed in your breakfast cereal?”

  Lucy blew out a sigh. “Sorry, it has been a rough day. Do over?” She forced a smile hoping that Allison would jump on board.