Chasing Fire #4 The Lovers

By Mara

Absorbed in each other, Nick and Isabella relax into the slow-time of their private island hideaway. Little do they realise how close they are to danger...

SNEAK PEEK!:
They’d been walking for about a half an hour when Marcus slowed as they saw a man coming toward them and gestured her to move further inland so they could avoid the other man. A spitting sound from behind them had Marcus reaching for the gun hidden behind his back, but he fell to his knees before he could reach it.
“Run,” he whispered.
A man came out of brush that hid them from view of the house they were in front of. He was holding a gun with a silencer attached to the end. Horror filled Isabella as she looked down and saw the bright red blood staining the back of Marcus’ shirt.
Oh god, he had been shot!

WARNING! This 11,000 word short story contains GRAPHIC SEX SCENES and ADULT THEMES. Proceed with caution!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Mara
• Release date: Oct 26, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311656667

Mara

Mara "self-published" her first story at age 9, a hand-written, hand-drawn masterpiece that totally failed to charm its intended target.Since those heady days of young love, she has worked to improve her romantic technique and her writing skills.Now living in New Zealand and writing full-time to create sexy, romantic short and long fiction pieces that she hopes readers will enjoy.

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Chasing Fire: The Lovers

Mara Stone

Text Copyright 2013 Mara Stone

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Chapter One

Oh, god…

Isabella Lupton’s back arched off the bed as she came again, the pleasure so acute it bordered on pain. A light sheen of perspiration coated her skin and a few tendrils of her dark-brown hair matted against her face as she struggled against the bonds that held her strapped down to the bed. She was spread-eagle with her wrist and ankles cuffed in velcro restraints that attached to the bed posts. Naked, except for a pair of plain white cotton panties that were used to hold the vibrator and butt-plug in place deep inside her, and the collar around her neck, she was the epitome of sexual abandon.

To the world, the diamond pendant Nick had given her last night would be simply a necklace, but to her it was so much more. It was a collar. For Isabella it represented that Nick loved her and wanted to care for her, and for Nick it proved that she belonged to him, body and soul.

When the waves of ecstasy abated, she stopped writhing on the bed, careful not to dislodge the cuffs. She wouldn’t want to break free after all.

When they had arrived back at his villa after leaving the club, they had taken a romantic walk down to the beach, where he presented her with the most beautiful necklace she had ever seen. It was the collar of ownership that solidified their relationship, and she wore it with pride.

Seeing it on her neck had made Nick wild for her. He had carried her up to their bedroom where they had made love until both of them had passed out from exhaustion. When she woke, she had surprised him by waking him with a morning blow-job, but he quickly took control, pulling her up over his body so she could ride them both to completion.

They had enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, after which Isabella had playfully challenged Nick to a swimming competition. The boyish grin that slid across his face made her glad about her spontaneous dare.

I think we should make this more interesting… Nick had said as he’d stroked his chin. How about a wager?

Knowing full well she was going to lose, Isabella smiled. How about the winner gets a half an hour to do anything they want to the loser?

One of his eyebrows lifted as he stared at her. Anything?

She felt the heat in her cheeks as she blushed. Well, almost anything. Just not—

No pain. Nick’s voice serious and she was glad that he stated it before she