Unbounded (Submissive Romance) - Complete Series

By Katelyn Skye

Brooke Fields had loved Mason Fox forever. But she’d only begun to know true desire for him as she’d grown into a woman and understood what that word really meant. To Mason however, she’d always be nothing more than a little sister to his best friend, Harry.
Until by chance Brooke stumbles on an invitation to a private auction at which Mason intends to be present. Brooke suddenly has a bright idea that she hopes will give her the chance at what she’d always craved: to be owned by him, whatever that entailed...

This series is a contemporary romance featuring a billionaire, alpha male bachelor with and submissive themes and contains searing depictions of romantic activity.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wild Hearts Romance
• Release date: Nov 13, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310683084

Katelyn Skye

Katelyn Skye began her creative career very young, writing little romantic poems that she was too afraid to show to anybody. After graduating from high school and getting admitted into college, her poems slowly developed into longer verses and eventually into little stories that she finally allowed others to read.They eventually matured, as she did, to romances filled with the wildest fancies of her imagination. As her own sex life flourished, so did the lives of her characters and her stories became edgier, more alive than ever before.Katelyn Skye endeavors to give her readers the most modern and contemporary romance tales for women. She writes strong, independent female characters who either learn to, or are not afraid to experience all that life has to give.

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Unbounded (Submissive Romance) Complete Collection

Published by Katelyn Skye

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Copyright © 2013 Katelyn Skye

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews. All characters depicted are 18 years or older.

Table Of Contents

Unbounded Book 1: Sting Of Desire

Unbounded Book 2: Sting Of Passion

Unbounded Book 3: Sting Of Betrayal

Unbounded Book 4: Sting Of Redemption

Unbounded Book 1: Sting Of Desire

Chapter One

Tonight, Brooke would be offered to the highest bidder.

She was hoping against hope that the bidder would be Mason Fox.

Not long ago, Brooke had known nothing about bondage, slavery…submission. She’d been living in her innocent little world. Yes, she’d had lovers. Had maybe even been in love once or twice in her twenty-four years. But Mason was the only man she’d ever truly wanted. The one man she’d never dreamed she could have. Until tonight.

This was supposed to be some kind of fundraising event. Private, of course. Such slave auctions usually were. Slave auction. Brooke rolled the words around in her head and wondered not for the first time how she could have dreamed she’d go along with it. True, the proceeds would benefit chosen charities; and yes, it was all for a good cause. But as she stood barely clad, shackled and collared on the side of the stage, she knew that the last thing she wanted to be tonight was ‘good’.

Ever since she’d found the invitation card in Mason’s suit pocket; ever since she’d learned all that he stood for behind closed doors, Brooke finally knew what it would take to have that entryway to his bed. It’s all she’d ever wanted; craved, since she was old enough to understand what it meant.

It had taken a lot of persistence to get to this moment. Convincing Trey to put her on the list of eight other nameless girls. Having to undergo all those weeks of health tests, security checks and other screenings to ensure she was fit and able to partake of the night’s activities. It was an annual affair, organized by the very discreetly run BDSM club, Sting. A club that Mason was one of the VIP members and also a most notable Dom. She hadn’t even known what that last word meant until a month ago. And now all she could think of was being dominated, claimed – owned, by Mason. She would bottom, he would Top. She would be slave, he would be Master. It all seemed so perfect in her mind but it all came down to one probability – what he would do when he saw her standing there among the line of slaves to be auctioned for one night of pleasure.

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Mason sat in the front row of the room filled with twenty or so other men. In front was a raised stage, well illuminated while the seated patrons’ section where Mason was positioned had the benefit of much dimmer lighting.

He viewed the stage with mild interest. He expected the usual crop of girls. Slaves whose Masters where members of the club who were ready to supply their willing submissives to the highest bidder. All in the name of whatever charities would benefit from this year’s proceeds. But it was all for the fun of it too, of course. To have the body of a beautiful, well-trained slave at your beck and call for one night was certainly worth the asking price.

Since Mason presently had no sub of his own to offer, he’d felt reluctant about attending this year’s event as it wouldn’t seem fair to the others. But Trey had insisted that Mason should find the time to make it. It’ll be an eye-opener, Trey had promised, and being one of the organizers he’d probably be the best person to give advice.

Mason found he was curious to see what Trey meant. Was there some new girl Mason didn’t know about? Sometimes, new faces were known to apply. Women who’d managed to hear about the proceedings off the Internet and offered themselves up for auction even though they weren’t tied to any Master within the club. Sting was a very exclusive, well-coordinated BDSM club open only to the most high-standing men in society. Trusted politicians; corporate moguls and unobtrusive celebrities. Men who loved to enjoy their chosen lifestyle of bondage and the like without having to wonder about public opinion.

Not that anything sinister even took place at Club Sting. Each Dom was experienced and knew well enough to keep each scene safe, consensual and sane. Everyone who was there definitely wanted to be. There were rooms and halls for activities of the private and public kind, depending on one’s kink. Well equipped with every state-of-the-art prop and equipment, it was a haven for those who liked a place away from home to indulge.

Even though Mason had his own private dungeon and playroom in each of his homes spread across the city, he enjoyed the variety offered at Sting. There was always some willing sub awaiting his pleasure; and all he had to do was show up to find himself a ready female to bend to his special proclivities. So far in the past few months, he’d enjoyed this pastime without the need of a personal submissive of his own. He’d been off the dating scene for a while now and had not been in the market for taking on a sub either, no matter the many available options. He’d enjoyed the single life for this long and wasn’t about to give it up yet.

He wasn’t averse to looking though; and who knew, tonight he might find one eye-catching enough to tickle his fancy for the night. He leaned back in his chair and watched as the host/auctioneer for the night climbed on the stage.

I’d like to welcome you to the fourth annual Sting slave auction, he said, standing there dressed in black leather pants, boots and a vest. He began to read off a list of charities that the auction would benefit. A polite applause sounded in the large room.

Gentlemen, we all know the rules, the muscle-bound host continued. Limits and preferences of each girl have been specified and must be respected. If during the chattel period the girl wishes to opt out then she is to be returned to her Master at once. Females with no Masters should otherwise be released.

Then the host went on with the usual notifications of each girl being examined and certified free of STDs as well as not being pregnant. Mason was bored by this time and barely managed to clap perfunctorily along with the rest of the patrons.

Resisting the urge to glance at his watch, Mason watched as the host said cheerily, Any questions? When none came, he added in the same bright tone, Then let the auction begin!

The host waved to the guard standing at the base of the steps leading up to the stage. Moments later, the first girl was guided up in chains and a black collar, while the auctioneer read from the index cards he held. The guard came up behind the girl and re-fastened the leather cuffs on her wrists behind her back instead of the front. Then the link in her collar was hooked to the end of a silver chain that was secured to the stage floor. The girl stood, eyes down and body shivering slightly.

Presented for your pleasure: Isabel. The auctioneer swept his hand in her direction, and began running over her other details. Twenty-four years old; 140 pounds, blonde hair, brown eyes. Likes orgasm denial, giving blowjobs, and anal sex. Limits are drugs and scat play."

From the way the girl looked down, blushing furiously as all male eyes focused on her, Mason could tell she was into public humiliation, too. The idea of being presented and sold like a slab of meat obviously excited her from the way her highly thrust breasts heaved beneath her skimpy shift.

The auctioneer brought his hand up to the back of the girl’s neck. In his hands were a pair of scissors and with a quick motion he sniped her gown down the back, then the shoulders. The outfit fell to the floor, revealing a slim figure clad only in lacy black bra and panties.

Another snip here and there, and then another sent her bra in scraps to the floor, exposing her perky, cantaloupe-sized breasts which heaved even more as she obviously strove to control herself. Without warning, two more nicks from the scissors sent her cut panties to the floor at her feet.

Many of the men present applauded and cheered, seeming pleased with the beauty revealed before them. To Mason she was no different from any of the girls he’d seen before or would see before the night was through. Beautiful, submissive and excitable. They enjoyed being desired, valued. Normally, such events were no more than a diversion to him. The money never bothered him; he had plenty. And slave trading in his kind of lifestyle was accordant with both parties; no one was being forced to do this. Mostly, it was an enjoyable experience. Exciting even. But Mason could admit to himself that the excitement had long since begun to wear thin.

The bidding for the blonde began as the auctioneer moved beside her and grabbed her hair in one hand, tugging her face up. Bidding began at five hundred and one after the other; it rose till she was finally sold for one thousand five hundred dollars.

The waiting guard unlocked her from the silver floor chain and attached a leather leash to her collar instead. He helped her down the stage to the winning bidder who stepped forward.

The man was one Mason recognized: a well-known hedge-fund billionaire whose wife would undoubtedly be one of the slaves on offer tonight. He was lean and distinguished in his matching dark shirt, his hair slightly peppered at the temples. After counting out some bills to the guard, he took the girl’s leash and walked off while the naked slave came up behind him. Again she was looking down, and Mason could