Bondage Seduction

  Table of Contents

  Legal Page

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Dedication

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

  Publisher Page

  A Totally Bound Publication

  Bondage Seduction

  ISBN # 978-1-78430-047-0

  ©Copyright Tori Carson 2014

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright May 2014

  Edited by Jennifer Douglas

  Totally Bound Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Totally Bound Publishing.

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  The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.

  Published in 2014 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Burning and a Sexometer of 3.

  Desired Discipline

  BONDAGE SEDUCTION

  Tori Carson

  Book four in the Desired Discipline series

  Master Ted tries to keep it purely sexual. He says he doesn’t want a relationship, but Meri has other plans…

  Even in a room full of friends, Ted often feels alone. As the black sheep of the family, he’s never measured up to the expectations of others so he’s stopped trying. Expecting to and okay with spending the rest of his life alone, he’s thrown himself into his business. He spends his days managing the sex toy division of DiscipliNation and his evenings in the kink club.

  Meri is a home-grown girl and plans to stay that way. While she tries to please those around her, she refuses to be pressured into anything she doesn’t want to do. After an ego-devastating divorce, she discovers a passion for BDSM. She’s ready to start again.

  Although fireworks erupt at their very first meeting, Ted knows better than to give his heart to an overachiever like Meri. He valiantly tries to keep his distance, but her allure goes deeper than a purely sexual attraction. Meri ignites his passion and yet, in her company he experiences a peace he’s never enjoyed before.

  Ted sets Meri’s panties on fire until he orders her to stop wearing them. Meri falls hard and fast for the tall, dark Dom. He tells her up front that a relationship isn’t part of his plans, but Meri has her own agenda.

  Dedication

  To my loving husband who is always there when I need him. Your unwavering support means more to me than you’ll ever know.

  To Erik and Sophie for standing behind me in all my endeavours.

  I’d also like to dedicate this book to my Tumblr buddies Kiki, Kay, John, Kayla, Clay, Angie, and Wolf. You always bring a smile to my face. Thank you.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Jolly Green Giant: General Mills

  Holiday: Danelle Leverett, Susan Brown and Danny Myrick

  Skype: Microsoft

  Chapter One

  Meri looked in the mirror of the ladies locker room at DiscipliNation. Her dress had looked cute on the size two mannequin at the fet store. The black spandex mini-dress with strategically placed slashes had seemed like a good idea. It was daring but allowed all her truly private areas to remain private—and kept her from wearing a bra or panties. Damn it, if she pulled the dress down to keep it from showing the cheeks of her ass, the slits opened up like she’d been in a shredder accident.

  Decision time. Turn around, go home and be satisfied to only read about other people fulfilling their fantasies, or pull off her big girl panties and give this a try. Hell, she’d already spent an enormous amount of money to join the club. What did she have to lose—except her modesty and boredom?

  Taking a deep breath, then two. Okay, one more maybe… She bent over and removed her underwear. After stuffing it into her locker, she looked at the ceiling—anywhere but the mirror—and forced one foot in front of the other until she’d entered the great hall. The low, steady beat of music drew her farther into the room. She stayed as close to the walls and in the shadows as possible. Maybe if she could make it to the bar, she could melt into the scenery for a while and get her nerves under control. Why was it way over there?

  She caught herself pulling down her skirt then remembered how bad that looked and let it ride back up. Turning towards the locker room, she considered running out of the place before anyone noticed her.

  “Welcome to DiscipliNation, I’m Master Ted.”

  Meri froze, hearing the deep baritone voice behind her. Too late. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could vanish. Meri tried to breathe. Short, shallow breaths were all she could manage. She plastered a smile on her face, opened her eyes, turned around and looked up. Way up. Holy fucking shit! What was he, six foot five? Meri was tall, five foot twelve was how she usually phrased it. What a pleasant change to find a man actually taller than she was.

  She extended her hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Meri.”

  She’d never met a more imposing, sexy man in her life. With his jet-black hair and striking blue eyes, he set her heart pounding. Normally, she wasn’t a fan of the goatee look, but on him, it worked. Thank God, she hadn’t run back into the locker room. Just meeting this man was worth the price of membership.

  When he took her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles, she almost swooned. Do women still swoon these days? Probably not. Most likely that went out with the vapours. Damn it, Meri, focus.

  “If this is your first time here, let me show you around and answer any questions you might have.” He slid her hand around his biceps.

  Oh hell, yeah. “That’s very sweet of you. Thank you.”

  “Have you filled out an interest inventory? If you let me see it, I could introduce you to likeminded people.”

  “No.” Should she admit she was overwhelmed by it? She didn’t even know what half the things on there were. “This is my first time venturing into a club or exploring the lifestyle.” She met his gaze and basked in his warm smile. “I was a little confused by it all, actually.”

  “I’ll be happy to talk you through it. Would you like to look around first?”

  “I’d love to see more of the club.” Maybe she’d learn a bit and be able to speak more intelligently about the inventory.

  They continued along the path Meri had been walking. The first piece of equipment they came across was a beautiful, dark wood table. It had a thin layer of padding along the middle with restraints at all four corners. There was a stack of sheets on a shelf underneath.

  “Is this for wax play?” Meri whispered. No one was close by, but it seemed too naughty to talk about it out loud.

  “Yes. Do you enjoy sensation play?” Ted was gazing down at her like a tiger hungry
for a meal.

  Meri raised her shoulders the slightest bit. “I have no idea. I’m afraid I haven’t experienced much outside the vanilla realm and probably towards the conservative side of that.” She gave a nervous chuckle.

  The smile that slid across Ted’s face sent butterflies through her tummy. “Everyone in the lifestyle was a newbie at one point. How did you get attracted enough to seek out a club?”

  “I love to read BDSM novels and I’m on several Internet discussion groups. The authors encouraged those of us that wished we could experience it in real life to find a club.”

  “That’s smart. It’s a much safer environment to explore your kink in. Is there anything in particular that you’d like to see? During the week, it’s a bit quieter than on party nights. It’s a good way to get your feet wet without being overwhelmed.”

  “Exactly my thoughts. Thank you for giving me a tour. If I ask too many questions, just tell me to shut up.” If he was offering to explain this stuff to her, she was going to take him up on it. Who knew when she’d get the chance again?

  “I would never tell you to shut up. I’d be much more inclined to put a ball gag in that sexy mouth of yours than ever speak to you so crassly.”

  Oh holy crap, he wasn’t kidding. “A warning first that I’m exceeding my question quota would be appreciated.”

  His deep, rich laughter curled her toes, or maybe it was the ball gag threat. Whatever the cause, sign her up for more please.

  “Hmm, I’ll consider it. Hop up on the table. You can get an idea of what goes through a sub’s head before the play begins.”

  Why does this feel like a test? She wasn’t wearing any panties. If anyone walked past the table, they’d be able to see her…everything. What if Master Ted walks to the end of the table? The thought alone had wetness pooling where her underwear should have been. What was the point in coming here if she chickened out before trying anything?

  “Should we put a sheet down first or is it okay without one?” Oh hot damn, that’s one sexy smile he’s sporting. Yes, coming here was a good decision indeed.

  “If you want to enjoy wax play—yes, we would need to put a sheet down. You’ll also need to strip. If you want to just put your toes in the water, so to speak, and see what the anticipation feels like—no.”

  “I didn’t bring my nose plugs or a towel, so I think I’d better stay out of the deep end tonight and just dip my toes in.”

  “Oh, we have plenty of plugs, but they aren’t designed for your nose.”

  She was beet red. Her face and the tips of her ears were blazing hot, but she enjoyed bantering with him. He was fun. Not at all like the men she worked with or normally dated. Meri turned around and placed her rear against the table. Before she could use her arms to lift her, Ted—Master Ted—picked her up and placed her in the centre on the padding.

  “Lie down flat, Meri.”

  Scary, scary, scary. She closed her eyes and lay back against the table. Oh, dear Lord. Her breasts had always been on the larger side and never had the perky ‘stay where they belonged’ quality she’d wished they’d had. With her lying on her back, they tried to slide over to the side and pop out of a badly placed slash in the material. Meri squeezed her eyes even tighter closed.

  Okay, this wasn’t going to work. She couldn’t do this. She felt too vulnerable. Using her arms and tummy muscles, she pushed into a seating position—or tried to. Ted’s hand pressed firmly between her breasts. “I didn’t give you permission to sit up. You were told to lie down flat. Do not disobey me again.”

  With one hand on her chest and his other at the back of her neck, she allowed him to guide her back down to the table. “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.” Good thing she’d ditched her panties or they’d have spontaneously combusted about now.

  “What’s upsetting you, Meri?”

  Her heart was hammering, he had to feel it. His hand was burning a hole through her dress.

  “I’m fine,” she answered quickly.

  “Good to know. Now answer my question, pet.”

  Pet? She wasn’t fond of that term, but her body’s reaction to him was intense. “This dress wasn’t a good choice.” For once in her life, she stopped there and didn’t expound on the topic. She crossed her arms under her boobs and brought them back to the front and centre.

  “I think you look sexy as hell, but feel free to remove it, if you’d be more comfortable.”

  “Nope, I’m good,” she lied through her teeth. Naked and comfortable had never gone together for her.

  “So glad to hear it.” Ted’s hand ran down her arm. He circled her wrist and drew it towards the corner of the table. “I’m going to assume you’ve been through our new member’s orientation and know the house safeword is ‘crisis’. While here at the club, you’re fairly safe being restrained, but I still caution you to know the Dom well. We have several Dungeon Masters on duty at all times, but on party nights we can be spread a bit thin.”

  “Yes, they were quite clear on that. Thank you for going over it again.” It was kind of him to make sure she was safe. She liked Ted and her instincts told her she could trust him. Of course, he was only the third Dom she’d ever met in person and one of them had been recently married.

  Ted pulled a manacle from over the side and laid the chain across her palm. “We’re going to use honour bondage. You’re going to hold on to this and not let go until I give you permission. If you disobey me, there will be a consequence. Do you understand?”

  Consequence…is that the same as a punishment? She looked at the whip coiled at his hip and decided it was best not to take any chances. “Yes, Sir. Don’t let go. Got it.”

  Meri shivered as Ted ran his finger the length of her arm, down her side and leg to grasp her ankle.

  “Open,” he commanded.

  Her breathing quickened at his possessive touch. If she moved her legs apart, anyone at the end of the table would have a view of her pussy. Crap. This was not what she had envisioned for the evening. She considered explaining, but doubted he’d be sympathetic. Screw it, the lighting was subdued and her skirt covered enough—she hoped.

  Slowly, reluctantly, she spread her legs until her foot was lined up with the corner.

  “I’m going to place the manacle around your ankle. I won’t latch it, pet. You are to remain still. If you remove your leg, I will be disappointed.”

  “Yes, Sir. I won’t move.”

  “You look so beautiful, Meri. I wish you were completely bared to me.” Once her ankle was encased in the steel cuff, Ted ran his finger up the sole of her foot. Involuntarily, she jumped and the chains rattled. Ted raised one eyebrow, “That was a close call, Meri. There’s no excuse for not following my commands.”

  Her pussy clenched at his admonishment. “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “You must learn to control your body. Pleasing your Dom”—he met her gaze—“within your limits, should be your primary focus.”

  When their eyes met, her heart skipped a beat before racing at double speed for a moment. “I’m very ticklish. I promise to work on it, Sir.”

  Ted paused and granted her a tender smile. Meri completely forgot about lying awkwardly with half of her body chained to a wax-play station, in the great hall of a BDSM club and lived in that one moment. In real time, it lasted only a few seconds, but Meri knew it was forever locked in her memory.

  “That’s a good pet.” Ted stood at the end of the table between her legs.

  If he chose to look, there wasn’t a damn thing she could do to stop him from seeing what no man needed to see. Touch, fondle, taste—yes, but not see… Okay, she would admit to the absurdity of the statement, but the sentiment was true.

  His gaze drifted over her body. She just couldn’t watch his expressions. She knew what she must look like. Meri averted her gaze as a fresh wave of blush crept up her neck to her face.

  “Do not hide from me, Meri.” His tone was etched with a tenderness that had her obeying.

  His voice
pulled emotions from her like a puppeteer directed movements with string. As soon as she met his scrutiny, she felt his touch, light at first, a mere brush of his fingers around her ankle. Her eyelids started to drift closed as she sank into the delicate touch.

  “Eyes on me, Meri. I won’t tell you again.” His hand squeezed her leg until she looked at him again.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  Slowly, Master Ted drew her legs apart. Oh, God. Her skirt was too tight to be spread wide. To avoid tearing, it scrunched upward. She wanted so badly to shut her eyes and disappear into the table top. Cool air hit her pussy. Damn, she was so wet. Can he see that from where he’s standing? How can he not?

  Once he’d moved her other leg in line with the corner of the table, Ted wrapped a manacle around her ankle. His gaze travelled down her body. “So beautiful, pet.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” A warm feeling rushed over her. The way he’d said it, the look on his face, made her feel pretty.

  Ted walked towards her. “Give me your hand.”

  She reached for him automatically. As he brought her hand to his mouth and gave her gentle kisses, she had to fight to keep from drifting away on the pleasure he was bringing her, but she wasn’t going to give him cause to be displeased again.

  “You’re doing well, Meri.” He laid her arm on the table and ran the chain along her palm. “Don’t let go.” Ted slid his hands through her hair. Gathering it, he draped it over the table’s edge, exposing more of her neck. “Have you ever felt the splatter of wax along your skin?”

  “Only when I’ve been careless.”

  “There’s no room for carelessness in BDSM. Someone could be badly injured.” His hand moved down her forehead. “We’re going to try some sensation play. I want you to keep your eyes closed until I tell you otherwise. Can you do that or do you need a blindfold?”