After You Watch the 50 Shades Movie…

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Brendan grabbed her wrist with a hand that trembled slightly. He thought he’d done well not going totally crazy while he listened to her talk to her ex-boyfriend. Or maybe he wasn’t really an ex.
Like hell.
Brendan tugged her out of her chair and she stumbled as she came toward him, her soft body bumping against his.
Ashley might not want a future with him, but she was his right now. His to command. His to touch. “Let’s go. You’re here to work, remember?” He pulled her across the living room and into the studio, then slammed the door behind them. Ashley stopped in the middle of the floor and turned around to look at him. He recognized arousal mixed with the confusion on her face.
“No talking,” he snapped. “We’re working now.” The last thing he needed was to hear about Stuart. Why was she considering going back to him? Did those kisses last night mean nothing to her? Time to wipe that jerk out of her mind.
“Strip.” He leaned back against the table and hoped he looked more indifferent than he felt as he watched her. She stared at him for a moment, then licked her lips before she slowly stripped off her T-shirt and revealed her amazing breasts. God, they were gorgeous, full and firm, nipples tight and dark. His fingers curled so tightly into his palms they hurt. She bent over to pull her jeans off, revealing those long, shapely legs and plain white panties. He stared at her until she removed the panties too.
Brendan let her stand there after she was completely naked, looking a little uncomfortable, more than a little aroused. Good. He didn’t say a word as he contemplated today’s session.
His body hardened as he planned binding Ashley the way he’d always liked to. It had been way too long. No fanciful red ribbons today. No pop beads that could come apart with the slightest pressure. She wasn’t going to be able get away from him this time.
He strode to the storage closet in the corner. In his New York studio, he had more props, a brass bed and hooks and other gear. But there was plenty he could do with the supplies he had here.
Brendan grabbed a couple lengths of rope off a hook on the wall and turned to Ashley. He braced himself against the burst of emotions he could no longer ignore. The previous shoots had been foreplay. They’d all been leading up to this.
“Remember this rope?” He ran the coil along her arm and saw her shiver. “Soft. Black. It was your favorite. Or have you forgotten?”
“I haven’t forgotten,” she whispered, her eyes focused on the coil of rope looped in his hand.
“Good. Put your hands behind your back.”

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Julianne stripped and knelt by the door of a different playroom than the one Paolo had brought her to before. While she took her clothes off, she couldn’t help but notice the large four-poster bed in the center of the room. The heavy rings attached to the posts. Her gaze now lowered to the floor, she heard Paolo open and close drawers, move around the room. The floor grew harder beneath her knees. Nervous anticipation made it difficult for her to be calm and prepare for their session.
She’d been foolish enough to Google “sensory play” when she got back to her apartment. It probably would have been better for her not to know what to expect. Hot. Cold. Hard. Soft. Pain. Pleasure. She had to believe there would be pleasure, otherwise she didn’t know if she could handle the idea of the rest.
“Deep breaths, Julianne,” Paolo called out, his voice sharp. She heard his sigh before his voice softened, smoothed into a seductive tone. “Remember, this is not the time to worry or think too much. This is the time to prepare to give yourself over to me.”
Julianne swallowed. Worry did push everything else out of her head. She’d forgotten his previous instruction about breathing. She closed her eyes and took long, deep breaths. Smooth jazz she hadn’t noticed before soothed her nerves further. What would be would be. When would she remember there was comfort in knowing that?
“Look at me, cara.”
She opened her eyes and lifted her gaze. Swept it up his black trousers to see that he’d taken his shirt off. Her mouth watered with the desire to taste his smooth olive skin but she kept her lips together. Her fingers itched with the yearning to run over his sculpted abs, but she didn’t move her hands from where they rested on her thighs.
Then she focused on the blindfold in his hand.
“What is your safe word?”
She swallowed. “Chardonnay.”
“You understand you only have to say your safe word and all play stops. You have that control. You understand this?”
“Good.” He circled behind her. “We have five senses. Sight is the one we use most often. The one we rely on above all others. I will be taking that sense away from you tonight so that you may more fully experience the rest. Scent. Touch. Taste. Sound. This is what we will focus on tonight.”
She nodded. She’d expected that. She already knew the comfort of the blindfold. She could relax into the darkness. Submitting was much harder in the light.
The blindfold was heavy leather but was lined with something soft against her skin. The darkness was complete. There was no quick burst of panic this time. Only a sigh of relief. He could do whatever he wanted to her now.
“Come.” He helped her to her feet and led her over to the bed. “Climb up and lie on your back.” As soon as she had, he quickly tied her spread-eagle on the mattress. His motions were efficient, not rough, but there were no extra strokes or arousing touches. No seductive words to soothe her. She heard him walk away.
Paolo had spoken often of the role anticipation played in their sessions. Was his body heating up as he thought about what would happen this evening? Did his cock tingle and swell as her sex did? Julianne’s heart raced and she couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her lips.
She hated the waiting. And he knew it.

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“Gabriella,” he murmured and captured her lips with his.
Soft and gentle at first, he brushed his lips against hers, teasing her with his taste, so intoxicating, so familiar. Gaby parted her lips for him, aching for his tongue to plunge into her mouth. But he didn’t do that right away. He swept his tongue along her lips, wetting them, making them slick. Making her yearn to drink him in.
Her body itched with restless need. She didn’t want sweet and gentle. She didn’t want anything close to emotional. She needed hard and hot and physical. And she needed it now.
Maybe he was psychic too, for just as she was about to reach up and pull him closer, he slid his hands down her arms and pinned her wrists to her sides, still sweeping his tongue back and forth across her lips.
Then he began to nibble.
First he nipped at her bottom lip, hard enough that she wondered if he drew blood. Then he ran his mouth along her jaw line, sucking and nipping until he reached the tender skin of her neck. She shivered with delight.
“You’re so delicious,” he murmured. “A rare treat for my taste buds.”
Gaby laughed out loud. “You’re so full of shit.”
Alex shook his head slowly. “Gabriella, we have to talk about that mouth of yours.”
“You like my mouth,” she said and ran her lips along his throat. “You love my mouth. The way it tastes. The things it does.”
He released her wrists then and grasped her shoulders, pulling her tight against him. His hard cock pressed into her stomach and a thrill of arousal ran through her. This time, when he took her mouth, he was no longer gentle, but the bruising kiss was just what she needed. He plunged his tongue inside and she had what she wanted at last. Her senses whirled as he circled the interior of her mouth, stroking the recesses, coaxing another groan from deep within her.
He ran his hands beneath her hair and brushed his fingers along her neck, drawing them along her throat, sending sparks of sensation shooting along her skin. She pressed her hips harder against him, the desire whirling stronger. The need building, concentrating between her legs. She clenched her bare pussy as tingles of arousal prickled the sensitive flesh.
Alex moaned and cupped her shoulders, sliding his thumbs beneath the neckline of her dress. She was certain he was going to pull the dress down as he had in the limo. Her skin was so heated, her breasts so swollen, her pussy so wet, she silently urged him to get the damn dress off her.
But he didn’t.
Instead he slowly slipped his fingers from under her dress and lifted his lips from hers. He swallowed and stared at her, his dark eyes unreadable. “I forgot. You didn’t want to have sex again.” He scooped her wineglass off the table with one graceful move. “How’s the Chardonnay? Shall I refill your glass?”

You can check out Bound to Surrender here.

Have you been looking forward to the 50 Shades movie? Are you watching it as part of your Valentine’s Day? Whether you are or not, the sexy 69 Shades books are here for you when you want another dose of sexy heroes and erotic romance!


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