Bound by Lust

By Lexi Rose

A collection of five erotic short stories with a common theme - bondage and control.

Featuring dominant women and strong, sexy men these stories flirt with the need to control and be controlled.

Not suitable for those under 18 years old.

How it Begins - Naked, blindfolded, bound and on your knees, I think you'd look really hot. And so I show you.

Just Good Friends - Worried about Zoe, Anthony makes a late night visit and ends up with more than he bargained for.

Midnight Surprise - I tell you to go to bed, but leave the back door unlocked. Next thing you know you wake up bound and at my mercy.

Turnabout's Fair Play - I thought I was in charge, you had other ideas

Slave - Ben has disappointed his Mistress. This is his last chance. Can he follow her commandsor will he lose her forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexi Rose
• Release date: Jul 28, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476378053

Lexi Rose

Lexi Rose was born and raised in Sussex, UK and wouldn't want to live anywhere else (okay perhaps North Wales, or Somerset, or Yorkshire, or Norfolk, or Spain, and at a push Florida would suffice but nowhere else, honest).An accountant by day and writer of naughty erotic fantasies by night, Lexi spends most of her time in front of a computer screen so on the odd occasion she manages to escape, she can usually be found walking along the beach, climbing up hills or sitting in a park somewhere reading.

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Bound by Lust

Lexi Rose

Copyright 2012 Lexi Rose

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Table of contents

How it begins

Just Good Friends?

Midnight Surprise

Turnabout's Fair Play

Slave

About the Author

How it begins

You hate the idea of being vulnerable. The thought of submitting to anyone, let alone a woman makes you break out in a cold sweat. You prefer to take the dominant role, to keep control of the situation, to be in charge.

You tell me it's not a matter of trust, it just isn't something that turns you on, but sometimes I wonder.

When I show you my cuffs for the first time you pull back slightly before catching yourself, but I see you stealing glances at them when you think I'm not looking. Your eyes lingering on the soft brown leather as they sit innocently on the shelf.

I imagine you're thinking of how they'll feel around your wrists, the leather growing supple as it takes on the heat from your skin, the slight pressure as the seams push against the base of your hand, tight enough that you can't slip them off, tight enough that they feel like an extension of your own skin.

You look away quickly when I turn back to you, carrying on the conversation as if nothing had happened, and yet your eyes drift back as I bend to pick up my glass, gliding nervously over the metal buckles, the silver D rings, as they catch the reflection of the flickering candles I have on my bedside table.

I watch you closely in the mirror, careful to make sure you don't notice me observing your reactions, turning back to continue chatting, smiling a little when I see how your eyes slide over my shoulder every now and again to the shelf behind me as if you can't help but be drawn back to it. Curiosity will get the better of you, I think.

***

Another night, another bottle of wine, and we're sitting in my room, the cuffs still laying innocently on the shelf as they have for the past few days.

I know you've been thinking about them in the meantime, in fact I suspect you may have examined them more closely at times, perhaps even tried them on while I've been out. The position of them seems to have moved slightly, nothing too noticeable, a few small scuff marks in the dust on the shelf, but it makes me wonder if I was right in my initial assessment.

Subtly I lead the conversation in a more promising direction. Luckily for me, a mutual friend has unwittingly helped out. Her boyfriend is away studying and she wants to send him a sexy photo to remind him of what he's missing, predominantly because the only girl on his course is exactly his type, a hot, tattooed, emo looking chick and the complete opposite to her.

I tell you that I've never sent anyone a sexy photo and ask you to take a look to give me some advice from a man’s perspective. You're reluctant at first, claiming the whole scenario is weird, but eventually you agree to look at the picture and give your opinion.

The photo itself is pretty innocent, a head and shoulders shot, her blonde hair curling loosely around her face, her make-up light, making her eyes look huge and vulnerable and her long eyelashes appear even longer. Her mouth is slightly open, pale gloss shining on her full lips and her shoulders are bare, hinting at nudity without being too blatant. I think its pretty hot myself but I can see why she's worried when we pull up the other girls profile on facebook.

Although the two girls are similar in age, they couldn't be more different in appearance. Where our friend is the classic, wholesome, blonde girl next door, this girl is a vamp. Her hair is bright pillbox red, cut short and spiked aggressively. She has piercings in her nose, lip, several in her ears and tattoos trace their way up her arms and down her body.

Her eyes