Tied to You by Bibi Paterson (@BibiPaterson)
Blurb:
Olivia Walker has just hit rock bottom. About to lose her job and
become homeless, she can’t see a way out of the mess her life has become until
Alex Davenport enters her life with a proposal she is in no position to refuse.
Wealthy and arrogant, Alex is used to getting whatever he wants and
he has set his eyes on Olivia. For months he has watched her, waiting for the
perfect opportunity to present itself to make her his, and finally it has
appeared. But Alex is hiding a secret, one that he is determined to protect
until, one day, Olivia makes a discovery that sets her on a course of
self-discovery. Together they explore Olivia’s submissive side, pushing
boundaries and taking her on the wildest ride of her life.
But when Olivia’s past threatens to expose Alex’s secret lifestyle,
the time for truths and full disclosure is at hand. Can Alex let go of the
fears that have bound his true nature? And can a couple that fell in lust find
their own happily ever after?
Warning: This book is intended for mature audiences as it contains
explicit sex scenes and BDSM themes.
Excerpt:
“We’re leaving,” Alex states in a tone that brooks no argument. I
merely nod in reply and let him lead me to the cloakroom to fetch my wrap, and
then we are sitting in the car, being driven home. The tension between us is
thick, yet neither of us has said a word. I glance up at Alex under my
eyelashes and see his jaw clenched and an expression that I can’t fathom in his
eyes. Every fibre of my being is hyper-aware of Alex’s masculinity, and a dull
throb sits between my legs. I squirm in my seat, trying to find a little
relief, when suddenly I am aware of Alex’s scrutiny. His eyes bore through me,
yet the expression on his face remains a neutral mask. A smirk appears as he
runs his eyes over my body and I find my nipples hardening under my dress.
We have no sooner pulled up in front of the house than Alex is
pulling me from the car and into the house. The door slams shut behind us and
for a moment we both just look at each other, lost in the inevitable. And then
Alex speaks. “Turn around, Olivia.” The command is issued in a low, gravelly
voice, completely at odds with Alex’s regular teasing tone. The use of my full
name startles me, and before I can think further, my body is already obeying. I
stand still, my eyes staring up the stairs, as we stand in the frigid hallway,
and I wait with bated breath. A few moments pass and all I can hear is our
breathing.
Suddenly I am aware of Alex’s arms coming over my shoulders and
unhooking the cape at my throat. It slithers to the floor, and for a heartbeat,
the world stops spinning on its axis. I shiver as I feel Alex’s warm breath on
my neck as, ever so slowly, he pulls down the zip of my gown. “Put your arms
out and hold on to the end of the bannister,” he instructs gruffly. I comply
without rational thought, quietly awaiting his next command. The single
movement has my dress pooling at my feet as I lean forward to grip the smooth
wooden post. Large, agile hands skim down my sides until they rest on my hips
and I am very much aware that my arse is now in the air, the angle of my body
on my heels offering direct access to my damp, aching pussy. The hands follow a
leisurely pace down the backs of my thighs and calves, until they reach my
ankles. “Lift your foot and then the other,” Alex orders. I comply and he pulls
the dress out from around my feet, discarding it in a heap by the front door.
I glance back down at Alex, but immediately he notices. “Eyes forward,”
he barks, and I whip my head back around, my heart thumping in my ears. The
cold of the hallway has raised goose bumps over my skin and I am shivering ever
so slightly. I feel Alex stand behind me, heat radiating from his frame making
the cold more tolerable, and then I hear him shedding his own clothes. My body
is feeling ultra-sensitive, and the moment his hand snakes around my waist and
deft fingers find my clit, I let out a low groan, as the warmth starts to
spread across my pelvis. His pelvis pushes into my arse and I can feel the huge
length of him grinding between my butt cheeks. Suddenly, Alex’s other hand is
grabbing my breast, pulling it from the confines of my strapless bra and,
almost painfully, squeezing my nipple. Teeth nip at my ear and neck as he
forces my head back, my back arching as I try to maintain my balance.
“I don’t make love,” Alex
hisses into my ear. “I fuck, I root, I shag…but I don’t do soft and I don’t do
sweet. Do you understand, Olivia?” I nod my head, a thousand conflicting
thoughts swirling around my head. “If you want this to stop, you need to say so
now…” he trails off and waits for my answer. My brain is telling me that this
is all a bit weird, that this is not what I want, but my treacherous body has
other ideas and so I keep silent.
Author
Bio:
Bibi
is a former marketing executive and mum to a gorgeous little girl currently
residing just north of London Western Australia
Inspired from a young age, her love for literature started with Enid
Blyton and her Secret Seven. Since then a voracious appetite for books has
brought her a world full of heroes, love, murder, betrayal and the odd vampire
thrown in for good cause.
Having long admired those
brave enough to put pen to paper, or in this modern age of computing, keyboard
to screen, she has finally started telling the sexy stories that she has been
keeping locked up in her head all this time.
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