The Initiation of Isabella: A Binding Ties story

by Jenna Ives

  Logan ran a hand through his hair and sighed. “I grew up in a houseful of women. I—I guess I understand women, at least as much as any man really can. When Diane’s marriage broke up, she dated for a year, but it was always the same complaint from her—men don’t take the time to please women. It was the same in her marriage. Fantasies Fulfilled was her concept, but she insisted that it needed a man as its figurehead. An evolved male, as she described it. Me.

  “I fought the idea for a while, but she brought me research, organized informal focus groups with her girlfriends, and everything supported what she’d said. Even my other sisters agreed with her. It’s something men don’t want to hear—that we’re sexually inadequate, or just plain inconsiderate when it comes to pleasing women. But I guess Diane was right. Fantasies Fulfilled has grown incredibly in the less than a year it’s been in existence.”

  Isabella looked at him. “And you always participate in these fantasies?”

  “No!” He blew out a breath, and shook his head firmly. “This one was my first.”

  “Really? Why now? Why this one?”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Well… I had a burning desire to see what a woman who picked such decadent fantasies, who wanted to be serviced by three men, would be like. I never expected it to be someone like you.”

  “It isn’t,” she protested, then considered for a moment. “But I can’t deny it was the most incredible experience I’ve ever had.”

  “It was amazing to see the pleasure on your face,” he admitted. “To hear you describe what you were feeling—that was an incredible turn-on for me.”

  He groaned and ran a hand roughly over his face.

  “My God, I picked up the wrong woman. Right street corner, but the wrong woman. I should have known. Things didn’t exactly go the way I expected tonight. You were not what I expected. Nothing at all like your application. There’s no way a woman as beautiful as you—and with a body like yours—would have trouble getting any man to indulge her fantasies. And I certainly didn’t control myself as well as I expected. I wasn’t exactly as professional as I could have been.”

  “What do you mean?”

  He looked deeply into her eyes.

  “I wasn’t detached. You—you did something to me tonight. I’ve never experienced such intense pleasure. Giving and receiving both. Christ, look at me—I’m hard as a rock again!”

  Isabella did look. And he was hard. Even though he hadn’t had a chance to remove the condom yet from a moment ago, he seemed primed and ready to go again. And that made her strangely happy for some reason.

  “Who are you?” he hissed.

  She smiled. “My name is Isabella Tallin. And you?”

  “Logan Sommers.”

  She let out a surprised sound. “Mr. S!”

  “What?”

  Too funny. He really was Mr. Sexy. Or Mr. Sensual, or Mr. Seductive, or Mr. Sinful. Take your pick. She could go on and on in her salacious descriptions of him. “Um, nothing, never mind.” She could feel herself blushing. “Nice to meet you, Logan.”

  “Same here.”

  They stared stupidly at each other, and then broke into ironic laughter.

  Logan shook his head wryly. “I suppose I’ll have to give my real client the refund you refused,” he said. “I mean, who would believe there could be two women standing alone on that exact same street corner at eight o’clock on a Tuesday night?”

  Isabella felt her stomach clench. “Tuesday?”

  Logan nodded.

  “Oh, God…”

  “What?”

  “I’m supposed to be on the corner of Elm and Main on Wednesday night.”

  Logan blew out a breath. “Well, that makes me feel a little better. At least I didn’t totally screw up everything tonight! But I’m probably going to have one pissed-off client.”

  Isabella shot him a saucy look. “You know… I think it’s safe to say I liked this initiation better than anything Sigma Iomega Nu had planned.”

  “Hmm. Initiating Isabella. Has a nice ring to it. On the other hand—”

  “Yes?”

  “Sigma Iomega Nu spells out S-I-N, so you never know what they might have in store for you tomorrow.”

  She sucked in a breath. “I never thought of that!”

  He laughed, and then gave her a devastating smile. “Do you think…” he began, then shook his head.

  “What?” she asked quietly.

  “You said you have a boyfriend.”

  “I also said I felt trapped by that relationship. Bored with it. My whole life is boring, in fact. Screamingly deadly dull. Boring. I’d be very happy if you could rescue me from it.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “Well, for a start, do you think we could maybe, like, have a date? Get to know each other a little?”

  Isabella’s eyebrows reached her hairline. After how well they’d gotten to know each other tonight, the concept of innocent dating seemed totally bizarre. But it was a start, she supposed. A nice, normal start to an anything-but-normal relationship.

  “Sure. I’d like that,” she agreed. “That is, if you promise not to participate in any future fantasies.”

  “Unless they’re ones we create for ourselves,” he amended.

  She gave him a slow smile. “Deal.”

  They sealed the agreement with a kiss.

  About the Author

  To learn more about Jenna Ives, please visit her website at www.jennaives.com, or send her an email at jenna@jennaives.com!

  Look for these titles by Jenna Ives

  Binding Ties

  Maison Domine, Skylar Kade

  Bound by Design, Natasha Moore

  Taking bonding and exothermic reactions outside the laboratory…

  Maison Domine

  © 2009 Skylar Kade

  A Binding Ties Story

  Organic chemist Lara Brunner is at loose ends. Since childhood, her life has been focused on work and achieving success in her field. Only now, weeks away from her tenure review, she realizes she’s pushed herself too far. Casting about for a way to release her stress-crazed body from career tension, she visits a BDSM retreat, hoping a weekend of sexual submission will do the trick.

  Inducting her into the lifestyle is her at-work nemesis—Jaxon Greene. But the sinful intent she encounters in Jaxon’s sexy eyes makes her heart race with desire…and fear. Gorgeous men like him don’t go for zaftig academics like her. Once the fantasy weekend is over and real life returns, he’ll forget all about her.

  Jaxon is blindsided by his intense attraction to Lara. The more time he spends with her, the stronger their invisible bonds become. Bonds that are stronger and more permanent than any knot he can tie. He’s not normally into converting vanilla women to his lifestyle, but something makes him want to cast his inhibitions aside and claim her for his own.

  First, though, he has to free her from preconceived notions of proper sex…and love. Warning: This book contains bondage and whips and sexy professors—oh my!

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Maison Domine:

  Jax felt like a grinning fool. Of late, he’d had no desire to have a submissive of his own. He trained them, and they parted ways amicably. But he had never felt such a draw towards one of them.

  Lara was different from the rest, and it unnerved him. But she had expressed no interest in anything beyond training. He tamped down those somewhat unwanted emotions. Sunday would come, and they would see each around campus, and things would be back to normal. He wasn’t sure if he was exactly happy about that.

  “Lara, do you have any requests? Physical difficulties? Limits to our play?”

  Lara looked thoughtful. “I don’t think so…Sir.” A slight tremor wracked her body when she called him Sir. Jaxon experienced the deepest satisfaction at that realization.

  He pulled her into the bedroom behind him, intent to start her training. “We’ll begin with the basics, Lara. Kneel. ” He sat on the edge of the bed with her in between his legs. The sharp command had her
obeying instantly. He straightened her posture, moved her hands behind her back, and spread her knees farther apart. Her short black skirt rode up her thighs and she squirmed, obviously uncomfortable with being exposed like she was. “And you will keep your head up. You have stunning blue eyes. I want to be able to look at them.

  “This is your kneeling position. Feel how open you are to me.” He threaded his fingers through her silky honey strands. “In this position, I can touch you anywhere I like.”

  He felt the shiver run through her body. His chest ached from the mere sight of her.

  “Now, focus, and listen to me.” Lara closed her eyes in meditation. Jax knew many self-professed Dominants thought physical submission was the foundation for BDSM. He believed true submission started in the mind.

  Jax stood and walked a circle around her, dragging a finger across her back. “Submission is not easy. I will push your limits, and discipline you, and thoroughly explore your potential. And in return, you will experience incredible highs, physically and mentally, unlike anything you’ve ever known.”

  He knelt in front of her, cradling her face in his large hands. “All you have to do is let yourself go.” He kissed her, tasting her tentativeness and her desire, as potent as whiskey. He had never before experienced problems with his own discipline, but he almost forgot about training her. All Jax could think about was getting her hot, luscious body under his as quickly as possible.

  He pulled out of the kiss, reining in his raging hard-on. A few deep breaths centered Jax enough for him to proceed.

  “Stand.” Kneeling eye-level to the waistband of her skirt was an incredible temptation. Her eyes were still closed, but jerked open when he wrapped his hands around her ankles.

  She looked about to question him, and he preempted her with a brief, “Shhh. Trust me.” Her eyes closed again, but he could see how much the gesture cost her.

  In his experience, strong women like Lara, even if they were submissive, would never admit to it. Only the most fearless could explore such a duality, being independent and in charge, while still giving up control to someone they trusted. He felt incredibly privileged that she had such faith in him to give up some of her independence.

  Jax gently pulled her feet apart as his hands stroked up her calves. He ducked his head to place a smattering of kisses along her knee. He leaned around to lave the back of her left knee, his hands steadying her as a tremor quivered through her body.

  Smelling her arousal was almost enough to break down the walls of his hard-won control. He’d bet her panties were damp, but he had never been one to rely on bets. Jax wanted to know for sure.

  His fingers trailed up and down her thighs, barely sneaking under the hem of her skirt. She let out a little moan, and Jax glanced up at her to make sure it was a sound of desire. From the look on her face, it could have been nothing else.

  He may bind her body, but can he bind her heart?

  Bound by Design

  © 2009 Natasha Moore

  A Binding Ties Story

  Jenn spends her days crafting custom-designed slave jewelry, but wear a collar herself? No, thanks. Been there, done that, burned the T-shirt. That whole Master/slave scene was too much of a roller coaster ride. Then Scott, an architect with a dominant side, enters her life. Something about him makes her body come alive with longings for another taste of the lifestyle.

  Scott’s life fell apart when he tried to deny his dominant tendencies. He’s determined to convince Jenn that denying her submissive needs would be a big mistake. Her response is so strong, so sweet, he finds himself falling again and falling apart for the smart and sexy sub.

  Suddenly, something he thought he’d never have seems within reach—a forever love tied up in a nice leather bow. But any mention of 24/7 sends Jenn flying away in panic. If any real healing is to take place, he’ll need to take a giant step back and design a new approach using ropes, chains…and a whole lot of trust.

  Warning: This title features spanking in the garden, sex in the closet, bondage in the bedroom…and just about everywhere else.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Bound by Design:

  “I’m attracted to you, Jenn. You may have guessed I have a great interest in bondage myself. In domination and submission. I’m interested in seeing where this night might take us.” He released the nipple ring with a jerk and her breast bounced. He caught her gaze and she felt drawn into his presence. “So I have to ask you. Do we continue or do we end this now?”

  Did she want to see where this night would go? Her body voted yes. After all, her best friend vouched for him. And she liked him already. He had a sense of humor. He was as sexy as the devil. He knew her secret weakness.

  Or should she get the hell out before she got in too deep? Because, already, she could imagine getting in deep with this guy.

  She could barely breathe. “I don’t know.” Jenn winced at the cry in her voice. “I’m sorry. It’s just, I wasn’t expecting anything like this tonight. I…I’m turned on, yes, but I don’t know if I’m ready…if I want to…”

  He covered her hand with his. “Why don’t you tell me about your experience with bondage?” He slid his hand up and shackled her wrist with his fingers again. “Was it so terrible that you resist it even when your body craves the binding?”

  She looked away from him, staring into the shadows surrounding them. She did crave it. The security of the bondage. The freedom of letting go of the control she normally held onto with an iron grip. But she didn’t want to lose herself like she did before. Could she bring herself to admit her experiences with Rob?

  He cupped her chin and turned her face so he could study her. “Talk to me, Jenn. What are you afraid of?”

  “Losing myself,” she blurted.

  “No, you should never be afraid of losing yourself. You’ll find yourself, Jenn, if you surrender to your needs.”

  She shrugged and looked down at her hands clenched in her lap.

  “What happened?” He stroked her hair, soothing her nerves. “Was it recent?” His voice hardened. “Did someone around here treat you badly?”

  “No. It was back in college.”

  He cursed. “A boy playing at being a Dom?”

  “I guess. But then I guess I was playing at being a sub.” Neither one of them had really known what they were doing. But when it was right, it had been amazing.

  “I’m sorry you didn’t have a good experience.” He kissed her softly. “So basically your body responded even though he didn’t treat you right?”

  “He didn’t always treat me badly,” she said, but she shivered as she remembered being tied up and left for hours while he got drunk with his buddies. “I think the power trip got to him.”

  “A Dom’s first consideration always should be his sub,” Scott told her. He grasped her shoulders with his strong hands. “I want to show you the way it should be. Let me show you how good it can be, Jenn. Give me the weekend.”

  “The weekend?” Was he crazy? “I honestly don’t know if I want to try bondage again, not even tonight.” Although if her body had any say, they’d definitely be having sex tonight, and she probably wouldn’t complain if there were ropes involved.

  “I can smell your arousal, Jenn. I know your body is aching for a taste of bondage again.” He ran his hand up her thigh, dragging the skirt of her dress up with it. “Let me show you the way a Master should treat his slave.”

  Jenn licked her lips and couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Did she want to be his slave, even for one night?

  “Let’s try something,” he said softly, seductively. “If you don’t like it, I’ll walk away from you and never bother you again.” He leaned over her and took one wrist in each hand. “Put your hands behind your back and grasp the slats.”

  She nodded and leaned forward slightly to let him guide her hands behind her. He curled her fingers around the wood. “Now close your eyes.”

  Jenn glanced around them and didn’t see anyone else nearby. Darknes
s was falling around them. She looked up at Scott, he was already difficult to see except for that white shirt. What would it matter if she closed her eyes?

  “Jenn,” he said in a tone that told her he didn’t like to repeat himself. “Close your eyes.”

  She closed her eyes and held on tight.

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