Luanna Morgan has worked hard to brush off the stigma and scandal of being a single teenage mother. These days, she is better known for her calm composure and serene disposition, but despite that, things start to sizzle between Luanna and her company’s legal director, Logan Thornton.
Logan might seem like a mild-mannered corporate lawyer, but in BDSM circles, he is better known as Master Baku, the Shibari expert. His dream is to publish a series of artistic poses which incorporate his three loves—Shibari, suspension, and photography, and he has his sights set on Luanna as the model.
But Luanna has led a deliberately quiet and modest life. She knows nothing about bondage or the intricacies of D/s relationships. She’s always had to rely on herself, and her current reputation has been hard won. Even if she decides to throw caution to the wind and finally live a little, is there really any room left in Logan’s life for yet another love, especially if she can’t find it in herself to share the ones he already has?
Logan has Luanna tied up in knots, both literally and figuratively. Is it possible to find a compromise or will circumstances conspire to pull them apart?
Publisher’s Note: This steamy romance contains graphic scenes and themes of power exchange. If this is offensive to you, please do not read it.
Logan kissed the tip of her nose. “My other hobby is photography. I like to capture the beauty of Shibari on film, for the world to see. I was hoping, one day, that you would let me photograph you.”
“Tied, suspended, decorated with my ropes,” he breathed reverently. “I’ve never met anyone I want to immortalise more. You would be so perfect.”
Luanna’s eyes were wide with surprise. She wasn’t sure if she was flattered or not. No-one had ever said anything like that to her before, although she knew Logan certainly meant it as a compliment. She rubbed her forehead. Lord she had a lot to think about!
“We could start with some of the decorative stuff,” Logan tentatively suggested. “Just something simple so you could get used to the weight and the feel of the ropes. The time it takes to construct a piece.”
He stroked a thumb across her cheekbone. “And maybe we could try some of the kinbaku, with the erotic knots placed in strategic areas designed to stimulate and arouse. “I can’t lie,” he murmured, feathering a light kiss over her lips and across to her ear. “I want to see you like that.”
Luanna closed her eyes, he was seducing her with his words and his tone and the images he was painting in her mind. His mouth continued to rove down her neck to her shoulder where he bit tenderly, then laved with his tongue.
The images Luanna had seen on the web the night before swirled in her head and collided with the sensual glide of Logan’s hands and mouth.
“Now!” she whispered boldly. “I want to try it now!”
Logan reared back at her words, then plundered her mouth with an intense and passionate kiss. She could feel the barely restrained hunger her words had unleashed and was swept along with it.
Logan scooped her up in his strong arms and strode towards the bedroom without another ounce more encouragement and before she knew it, she was laid out on the bed, stripped of every bit of clothing and he was there, standing over her, still fully dressed, with a duffle bag in his hand which he lovingly referred to as his ‘toy bag’, where he kept all the tools of his kink.
From it he removed several lengths of rope.
Holding it up for her to see, he explained, “This is silk rope. It’s soft and doesn’t chaff. Sometimes other ropes are used specifically for their different textures and how they feel against your skin. Hemp or jute for example, but for now, we’ll stick to this and start with something simple.”
He looked down at her, an animated gleam in his eyes. “What do you want to try first? He gave her the option. “Something decorative or something erotic?”
Luanna gave the decision due consideration. What did she want from this, to see how it looked or to feel what it might do for her? In the end she decided it was like trying on new shoes. They might look great when you put them on your feet, but it was impossible to tell how comfortable they were until you had walked in them for a while. But if they made you look and feel sexy and confident, then that went a long way to making up for any other shortcomings. She decided to apply the same logic here. Shibari might look pretty or it might restrain, but from what she understood, the subtle nuance between that and kinbaku was in the eroticism. Right now, that seemed like the better option. If she was ever going to embrace this fetish that meant so much to Logan, then it needed to do something for her too.
Poppy Flynn was born in Buckinghamshire, UK and moved to Wales at eight years old with parents who wanted to live the ‘self-sufficiency’ lifestyle.
Today she still lives in rural Wales and is married with six children.
Poppy’s love of reading and writing stemmed from her parents’ encouragement and the fact that they didn’t have a television in the house.
“When you’re surrounded by fields, cows and sheep, no neighbours, no TV and the closest tiny village is four miles away, there’s a certain limit to your options, but with books your adventures and your horizons are endless.”
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