Oh, the wicked business of writing BDSM erotic romance. It happens to be my favorite genre to write. If you can’t tell, the bondage undertone happens slithers into each and every one of my books, beyond my control. Well, not totally beyond my control. I just happen to love dominant men. They do it for me. Then you add in two, at the same time, and you just have a recipe for yumminess. When I first went into writing Bondage on the 4th of July. I knew that I wanted two things for sure. Marines, outdoor bondage, and fireworks. It all sort of played in my mind like a big huge mess. A lot of bodies intermingled, fireworks exploding overhead, and orgasms--more than one.
When you fight to take erratic pictures, into a fluid story, it is like a battle with your own imagination. It is a fight that I tend to hate. I need lots of wine, spa time, and just laying in bed and slowly pointing at scenes and putting them in order. When I finally realized the order I wanted this story to take. I started to realize that all the supporting cast had stories too. Soon, Tom Newton, Millie’s brother got a story (more erratic pictures), then Kenny got a story. Oh yes, Kenny diving into this book was just a prelude, because how could a Sadist that wants a pleasure slave really be happy with a independent woman like Millie?
So, this begins a journey. Different levels of BDSM, and different love stories that will fall into each holiday. First we have Millie and Brad (Bondage on the 4th of July), then we have Tom and his finance that was mentioned only, for Halloween with (Halloween in Chains), and last but not least we have Kenny’s story. Which might actually turn out to be the more emotional of all the stories. I haven’t come up with a title yet. What I do know is that it will include some TPE (total power exchange) and the pictures in my head make me cry. It might also be the longest of them all.
But first, you all have to meet Brad, Millie, and Kenny in Bondage on the 4th of July.
Millie Newton has been in love with her neighbor and best friend, Brad Cooper for as long as she can remember. She harbored a secret crush for years, hoping for the one chance with him. It was stolen from her when he enlisted in the Marines, and was sent away. The last time he was home on leave she missed him. This time, at the 4th of July block party she knows it is her chance to get what she wants. Only a surprise has come along with Brad, his buddy, Kenny Willet. She has no clue that Brad is a Dominant in the BDSM scene in Chicago, and Kenny is a Sexual Sadist. Millie simply decides its time. When Brad and Kenny decide they want her together, fireworks erupt in a 4th of July spectacular that none of them anticipated.
The voice slid over her flesh like wet silk--cool, damp, but altogether appealing when confronted with it. Her fingers wiggled, tiny tremors took over her body and her phone slipped right from her hands into the grass. Millie hadn’t looked up yet. Her throat contracted to get rid of the abundance of saliva that filled her mouth. Her gaze shifted to see the large, callused hands that picked up her phone before disappearing from sight. Visibly shaken by his sudden appearance, she gave herself a firm mental reprimand, and allowed her gaze to travel up his body. His jeans encased firm things, a tight t-shirt covered steel like abs, and broad shoulders that could keep her safe for the rest of her life. Finally, her eyes locked with his. The devastating smile that decorated his masculine features made her want to sigh like some virgin in a Harlequin novel. He was perfect. For her, he was everything she wanted in a man, and that would never change. To be with any other man would be settling for second best. She didn’t want to settle. She wanted him, and this time around she would have him.
Get it together, Millie.
Pressing her lips together, and rising from her chair, she launched herself at Brad. He caught her easily, with a deep, rolling chuckle that made her heart beat faster, and wetness to seep between the now swelling slit between her legs. It was so much, it was overload, and she could feel her skin start to heat with a blush. His thick arms wrapped around her back and waist and she buried her face in his shoulder.
“I’m missed you, dummy.” She nearly purred against the bare flesh of his neck.
“Missed you too, kid.”
It was like ice water between her legs.
She wanted to scream, cry, and then punch him in the face. Her nipples were like hard pebbles poking through her tank top and against his chest, and he didn’t feel that? Kid? Her inner musings were shut down as he loosed his grip and started to slide her down his body. She avoided eye contact.
“I’m glad your home. Food is over there if you want any.”
She was abrupt and wanted to get away to plan a new form of attack. Maybe she needed to change into a skirt with no panties.
God, you’re not a slut, Millie.
No, she wasn’t. But she had seen him laughing and flirting with those other girls from the neighborhood, and they were all in micro minis and tube tops. She was the cute girl next door with shorts and a tank top.
“Hey, buddy, aren’t you going to introduce me to the infamous best friend.”
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