Control: The Complete Series: Erotic BDSM Romance Bundle: Control, #5

By Ella Louise

This book is a bundle of four steamy stories:

1) Under His Total Control

When you fall for someone immediately, how well do you really know that person?  That's what Helen is forced to wonder when she finds herself naked, cuffed to a chair in her new boyfriend's basement, completely at his mercy.  He asked her to try something kinky, but what happens next will completely redefine her views of trust, sex, and love - if she makes it out at all.

2) Pierced, Punished Pleased

Helen knows from experience that her new boyfriend Mike likes to take things to the extreme in the bedroom.  He promises to hurt her, but not leave her permanently injured.  But when Helen finds herself tied to his bed, facing a piercing needle and a chastity belt, she'll have to realize that being taken in every hole isn't so terrifying after all. 

3) Powerless

Helen has been denied for way too long.  She absolutely can't stand it anymore.  Faced with a vibrating piercing in her most sensitive place and trapped by a chastity belt, Helen is forced to do whatever it takes to get some relief, even if it goes against her dominant boyfriend's rules.  Will she get away with it, or will she end up being punished even more?

4) At His Mercy

Helen knows her boyfriend Mike likes to take things to the extreme in the bedroom.  His intense, sometimes terrifying BDSM practices are something she has grown to love.  Now, Mike has another surprise in store for her in his basement.  But the machine he has built to test all of Helen's holes, not to mention her capacity for trust, is suddenly the least of her worries in this final installment of the Control series.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ella Louise
• Release date: Nov 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781519956842

Book preview

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Under His Total Control

I met Mike for the first time at the laundromat.  Of all the places you can meet strikingly handsome, heart-meltingly gorgeous men, I never suspected the laundromat would have been the place where I met mine. 

To be honest, I never suspected I’d meet a man like him at all.  But there he was, tossing his athletic shorts into the dryer and casting a grin my way when he heard my cell phone’s ringtone go off; I remember being surprised that anyone who looked like that would recognize and appreciate the Star Wars Imperial March. 

It’s kind of like fate, he told me on our first date. 

But now here I am, manacled in his basement.  It’s been two hours since he left me here, and I’m starting to wonder if he’ll ever come back.  The old fashioned cast iron cuffs are chafing the skin around my wrists and ankles, and the stiff wooden chair is still chilly against my naked skin even after being exposed to my body heat. 

I breathe deeply and exhale a shaky breath, flexing my fingers to keep the blood flowing.  I can’t shift much in my seat, but I can wiggle enough to keep my limbs from falling asleep.  Of all my current discomfort and humiliation, at least I don’t have to deal with tingles and numbness. 

When Mike and I first made love, it was perfect.  I thought so, anyway.  We were in my bed, he was on top of me, kissing me with each thrust, running his hands over my curves to show me he loved my body even if I had been afraid to show it to him. 

I assumed he thought it was perfect, too.

Which is why, when he asked me if I’d be up for trying something a little kinkier this time, I didn’t think too hard about it before I said yes.  At the time, kinkier to me meant something like the doggy-style position, or using a vibrator together. 

I reflexively try to lift my right arm to scratch an itch on the side of my nose, flinching as the metal restraint bites into my raw skin. 

Clearly, Mike’s idea of kinkier meant something entirely different than my definition. 

He had asked, Do you trust me?

When I looked into his eyes and answered unequivocally, Yes, my heart had given a little excited flutter. 

Now, naked, cold, and exposed in his basement, bound in irons to an uncomfortable wooden chair, left alone for hours to squirm, I’m not so sure of my answer. 

What do I really know about this guy, besides that he’s ridiculously hot?  We’ve been on a few dates, and I had thought I was falling for him, but now I’m wondering if I actually know him at all. 

He told me he was falling for me too, I insist to myself.  He asked me to trust him.

I look down at my body in the dim yellow light.  Wide thighs spread out several degrees farther than I would naturally sit expose my most private areas to the empty basement.  A tummy with too many rolls joins hips with too much flesh.  My breasts are large and plump, and though I usually love them, now they look deflated to me, sagging low in acceptance of my defeat in being shackled to this chair. 

Why would a man like him fall for a woman like me?  Had I been foolish to trust him? 

The memory from a couple hours ago rolls through me, sending my body into an involuntary shiver.  Despite my circumstances, I feel my nipples harden at the thought of his lips on me.

I’ll feel so much closer to you when I know we can share this, he had whispered into my ear after I assured him of my trust.  Then he had nibbled at my earlobe, sending a gush of wetness flooding between my legs.  I would have agreed to anything for this man. 

When he took my hand and led me into his basement, I followed without resistance. 

When he kissed me and undressed me, I moved to cover my belly with my arms, but he kissed his way from my mouth down to my neck, and then dropped to his knees to kiss the flesh I was trying to hide. 

When he lowered me into the chair and closed the manacles around my wrists and ankles, I looked at him questioningly, but he kissed me again and I didn’t resist. 

It wasn’t until he left without explanation that my confusion turned to worry. 

I won’t say worry has become fear yet, but I’m a girl who has seen my share of horror movies.  How could I have been stupid enough to get myself into such a vulnerable position with a man I’ve only been dating for a few weeks?

A cold knot of anxiety works itself deeper into my chest.  Does anyone even know where to look for me if I don’t show up to work on Monday?

A sharp noise from upstairs punctuates this terrifying thought.  A door slamming. 

He’s back. 

Heavy footsteps thud down the stairs.  I brace myself, unsure whether to feel relieved or afraid.

Normally, the sight of him fills me with powerful feelings of affection, arousal, and a sort of wonder that I’m lucky enough to have snagged his guy.  Now, when he bursts through the basement door, a pervasive numbness, an utter lack of a visceral reaction, underscores my confusion. 

I feel like that cliché deer staring into oncoming headlights.  Whatever happens next could be beautiful or terrifying. 

Absurdly, my first reaction when I regain my senses is to try and cover myself.  I’m so in the habit of being shy and ashamed of my curves that that is the first thought that comes back to me. 

Again, the cold iron prevents me from moving more than an inch. 

Sorry I was gone so long, honey, Mike bends and gives me a kiss on the cheek.  If he notices my tension, he doesn’t mention it.  I just wanted to give you some time to think things over.

I feel an edge of anger cutting through my voice when I ask, To think what over?  The fact that you chained me up and left me here? 

I bite my tongue.  I don’t think Mike poses any threat to me, but just in case, it might be better not to piss him off. 

Mike sighs and drops into a squat before me.  With his large frame, this puts us at eye level.  He runs his hand through his long, dark hair and brushes it out of his eyes. 

If he weren’t even now making my heart do crazy things in my chest, I’d demand he unlock me and let me go home.  Damn him, and what he does to me.

I tried to explain earlier, he begins, hesitating.  He lowers himself to a more comfortable sitting position on the ground, his long legs bent in front of him.  "Trust is very important to me.  It’s the most important thing.  If we’re going to be together, I need to know that