Bound Collection: Studio 1247

By Evelyn Adams

What would happen if the man in your life picked up your ereader and used it as a road map to make your naughty fantasies come true?

LOVE UNBOUND

Cat loves her husband. He’s a sweet, tender man and a great father. Their intimate life is… fine. Between kids and careers, they don’t have as much time as she’d like, but she really can’t complain. She is used to being in control –at home, at school –but lately some of the books she’s been reading make her wonder what it would be like to surrender for a change and give control to the man she loves.

When Owen overhears his wife’s book club, he gets a “shade” more than he bargained on. How is a sensitive, equal opportunity man supposed to dominate his strong, competent wife? Owen might not be your typical alpha male, but using his scientist’s mind and some careful planning, maybe he can turn his Cat into a kitten—at least for the weekend.

BOUND TO PLEASE

Anne loves her husband. He is a strong, tender man and a committed father, and he knows everything about her…well almost everything. After nearly twenty years together, she still finds it hard to tell him what she wants. Lately some of the books she’s been reading make her wonder what it would be like to be more adventurous.

Matt has it on good authority that Anne’s book club is reading stories that are anything but vanilla. When a friend offers him the use of Studio 1247 to make his wife’s secret fantasies come true, Matt has a chance to plan a weekend that will stretch both their limits and hopefully push them back into each other’s arms.

BOUND WITH LOVE

When control freak, Beth, tries to get pregnant, she finds out not everything follows her schedule. She wants a family, but it may come at the expense of her marriage. 

Brad feels like he has one job – knock up his wife – and every time he fails, he feels like less of a man. He’s tired of making love with a purpose but without passion.

At a surprise meeting with the husbands of his wife’s book club, Brad finds out Beth’s reading list has strayed far from vanilla. When a friend offers him the use of Studio 1247, he has a chance to help Beth surrender to her secret desires and remember that her body is made for pleasure. Hers and his.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evelyn Adams
• Release date: Feb 25, 2017
• ISBN: 9781944801168

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​LOVE UNBOUND

Book 1 of the Studio 1247 Series

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by

Evelyn Adams

Cat loves her husband. He’s a sweet, tender man and a great father. Their sex life is fine. With the kids and their careers, they don’t have as much time as she’d like, but she really can’t complain. She is used to being in control –at home, at school –but lately some of the books she’s been reading make her wonder what it would be like to surrender for a change and give control to the man she loves.

When Owen overhears his wife’s book club, he gets a shade more than he planned on. How is a sensitive, equal opportunity man supposed to dominate his strong, competent wife? Using his scientist’s mind and some careful planning, maybe he can turn his Cat into a kitten—at least for the weekend.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

EPILOGUE 

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YOU DON’T REALLY LIKE THE tie me up and spank me stuff, do you?

Owen froze on his way to the refrigerator.  His wife’s book club met once a month. This month was Catherine’s turn to host. The women arrived a couple of hours ago, and he and the girls had made themselves scarce. His daughters had gone upstairs to wear out their cell phones. He’d closed himself off in the study to give his wife and her friends some privacy.

He didn’t usually pay attention to Cat’s book club. It seemed like more of an excuse to get together, laugh and drink wine than to explore great literature. So far he’d managed to avoid contact with the women, but he really wanted to know who’d asked the question. He was afraid if he peeked into the dining room, he’d get caught. Instead he stood in the middle of the kitchen and listened.

No really, the voice went on. We’ve talked about character development and literary themes, but you have to admit the reason the book – hell the whole series – is so popular is because of the sex. Owen heard the women laugh like they did when most of the wine bottles were empty. So I want to know if the spanking thing turns you on.

"It’s not just the spanking. He recognized his wife’s friend, Anne’s voice. It’s the way he dominated her, you know forced her to feel things that was so sexy. He treated her like some kind of precious sexual object – buying her clothes, even arranging to have her waxed. I mean I know we’re not supposed to want it – I don’t think I would in real life – but that control is kind of sexy. The punishments were just part of it."

Owen’s jaw dropped open. What kind of book had they read? He took a step toward the dining room, willing to risk being spotted to get a glimpse of what was going on inside. The next question stopped him in his tracks.

What about you, Cat? teased a voice that might have belonged to the woman who’d introduced herself as Mary when he’d taken her coat. Do you want to be tied up and spanked?

The women laughed again and then went silent waiting for Cat’s response. Owen leaned closer, waiting, too.

No, she said after a long moment. Well, not exactly. The smug smile died on his lips. What the hell did she mean not exactly? His straight-laced school teacher wife could not possibly want someone –him –to spank her, could she?

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IT’S NOT THE spanking.

At least she didn’t think so. Although if she was being honest, she had to admit that she wondered what it would be like to be spanked. None of the hard stuff, no canes or even a belt like they’d read about, but maybe a strong rough hand on her naked butt. There was no way she’d tell Owen that though. She couldn’t imagine her sensitive, gentle husband doing anything as brutal as taking his hand to her.

Look, she’s thinking about it. You can almost see it, Mary teased.

You’re curious, too. Or you wouldn’t have suggested the book and asked the question in the first place, said Anne, jumping to Cat’s defense.

Mary raised her almost empty wine glass in mock salute. Yes, but I’m not taking credit for the book. You all wanted to read it. Hell, everyone’s reading it.  I see women reading it everywhere I go.

I took Jack to the doctor’s the other day, and there was a woman reading it in the waiting room. Diane, the fifth and youngest member of their book club, chimed in. Spanking’s gone mainstream.

Fine, I’m curious, said Cat. But that’s not what really interested me. She glanced over her shoulder at the door to make sure they were alone. It seems like the punishment thing could get too weird too quickly. And I know I don’t want my girls thinking that’s the way men are supposed to treat them. You’ve seen it at school. She nodded to Ann and Beth, both teachers at the high school where Cat taught. They’re already too eager to give their power to boys. The other women murmured their agreement. But I like the idea of a man taking control – deciding everything, doing whatever he wants to me as long as it feels good. I get so tired of managing everything. I want someone else to make the decisions for a change. Take my choices away and just know how to give me what I need even if I’m not sure of it myself.

As she spoke the room got quiet and Cat worried she’d said too much. Before she could explain herself, Beth jumped in.

Exactly. I’m so used to controlling everything; I have a hard time letting go when Brad and I have sex.

But you guys have been married for what – like fifteen minutes? chided Mary. They’d been married for five years, but compared to Cat and the other women, all of whom had been married for almost twenty years, they were practically newlyweds.

I’m serious. Don’t get me wrong; the sex is still good. I love Brad. I just have a hard time surrendering and really giving in to the pleasure. Even when he’s going down on me, I have a hard time not thinking. When was the last time I shaved? Do I taste okay to him? I mean I know I don’t taste like an exquisite peach the way you read about in some books, but I want him to like it, too.

The women erupted in howls of laughter, and Cat stopped worrying that she’d said too much.

Honey, if I could get Tom to go down on me more than once a year, I damn sure wouldn’t be worrying about whether I’d shaved. Mary raised her glasses and wiped the tears from her eyes even as she started to laugh again. Exquisite peaches.

Beth looked at Mary doubled over and started to laugh herself. I’m serious, she said when she managed to stop. I need help getting out of my own head.

Cat saw her opening and seized it. Okay, I’ve got an idea. Shhh, she hissed as Mary continued to laugh. Let’s read one of the Shadowlands books next.

Cat stumbled across the books a couple of months ago and devoured them.  The BDSM club described in the books excited her almost as much as the Doms the author created. They were practically mind readers, and they pushed their partners to higher and higher levels of pleasure. They also pushed their boundaries, exposing them literally and figuratively to experiences the women hadn’t consciously admitted they wanted to try. She’d wanted someone to talk to about the books, but she couldn’t talk to Owen. She didn’t want him to think she wasn’t happy with their sex life.

She loved him so much. He was a fantastic father and a great husband. If sex had become routine, so what? They did everything else so well together. There was no way she could ask her sweet gentle husband to tie her up and use her for his pleasure even if it was for hers as well. Talking to her book club was as close as she was likely to get to experiencing dominance and submission.

Next month’s our overnight gathering, said Anne. Are you sure you want to talk about sex on the weekend we go away without our husbands?

I’m game, said Mary.

Me, too, echoed Beth.

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OWEN CLOSED THE file and set the tablet on his desk. Holy crap. That was what his wife fantasized about? How the hell was he supposed to do that for her?

He’d overheard her tell her book club the title and heard the excitement in her voice. She’d definitely sounded interested in whatever they did in that book. Before the women left for the night, he’d gone back to the study, bought the book online and started reading.

He’d also done a little bit of research about BDSM on the internet, but most of that struck him as more scary than sexy. Some of the Shibari, the Japanese bondage, was beautiful especially when they used ribbons. Other parts made him shudder. The images of women bound with coarse ropes, their breasts turned into painful balls, was something he wished he hadn’t seen. It made his stomach uneasy to think that might be what Cat wanted. He didn’t think he could hurt her like that.

He’d been relieved when the book turned out to be more about giving pleasure than inflicting pain. The Doms seemed completely focused on making sure their partners felt intense pleasure and on pushing their boundaries. There was some exhibitionist stuff and some spanking but nothing too extreme. He didn’t think he could handle the sharing bit. He hated the idea of another man touching Cat, but the rest of the stuff sounded exciting.

He loved the idea of Cat splayed open and restrained for him to use however he wanted. He wanted her trembling under him, hungry and aching for him while he took charge. Hell, he’d been hard most of the time he’d been reading, just thinking about it.

The problem was the Doms in the books she liked were hung like stallions and had Vulcan mind tricks to tell what their partners were thinking. He was just an average guy. No woman, including Cat, had ever had her eyes go wide with fear or anticipation when she saw his erection. He hadn’t had any complaints, but it definitely wasn’t equine. And after seventeen years together, he was only now learning what Cat meant when she said Fine. Half the time he got that wrong. He didn’t want to think about what his success rate would be like if he had to guess how she wanted to be tied up.

He was a scientist, damn it. He could figure this out. If he kept a hand on her wrist or his fingertips on her neck he’d be able to tell if her pulse raced, and there were the obvious ways to tell if she was excited. He reached for the tablet, shifting in his chair to accommodate the erection he’d had since he starting thinking about restraining his naked wife, typed how to tell if she’s turned on and hit search.

CAT CLOSED THE DOOR ON her mother-in-law and the girls and sighed with relief. Finally. She practically sprinted to Anne’s waiting car. She’d never needed a weekend away this badly, even if it was just an overnight with her book club. It seemed like lately everything tried her patience. Her kids at school seemed to manage to forget as much as they learned, and the girls challenged her every night. Owen had been working late a lot, and the girls seemed intent on pushing her buttons. Now that they were teenagers, he had so much more patience with them than she did. On top of everything, Owen got called away on business, some kind of university lecture. Since when did physicists get called away for emergency lectures? And he’d been so weird this past month, closing himself in his study the few nights he made it home before nine.

They’d barely had sex lately, not that they usually had a lot of time or energy for sex—but still. Something was off. If it was anyone other than Owen, Cat would think he was having an affair. Her husband wouldn’t do that. She knew he wouldn’t, but didn’t most people say they had no idea when their spouse cheated?

Great, now she was worried about her marriage, undersexed, and on her way to spend the weekend talking to a group of women about an imaginary BDSM club. She hoisted her overnight bag into the backseat and climbed into the car.

What? Cat stared at her friend, and Anne grinned back at her, her blue eyes shining with anticipation. What?

Nothing.

Cat rolled her eyes and watched as Anne continued to grin. Something’s up.

Anne pressed her lips into a tight line, and Cat finally gave up and sat back, wondering if everyone around her was acting strange or if it was her. When the car came to a stop in front of one of the old brick buildings by the railroad tracks, she decided it wasn’t her.

What are we doing here? Since real estate was cheap in this part of the city, some of the buildings had been remodeled as artist studios or storage space. Even more still sat empty. It wasn’t exactly scary. Even in their disrepair the buildings had a certain charm, but it wasn’t the kind of place to be stuck after dark. It certainly wasn’t where the book club had agreed to meet for the weekend.

This is where you get out.

Anne, what are you talking about? You can’t leave me here. Please, tell me what’s going on. A note of panic crept into Cat’s voice. Please.

Anne reached out and took her hand. Do you trust me?

Of course. She didn’t have to think about it. Anne was her best friend. They’d shared everything, taken care of each other’s kids. Anne had been the one that stayed with Cat when her mother was dying. Next to Owen, she trusted Anne more than anyone else in the world. I don’t understand, but I trust you.

You know I wouldn’t let you do anything dangerous or let you break your vows, right? I love Owen; you guys are great together.

What the hell are you talking about? Cat waited, but Anne stared at her, determination etching her face.

Yes or no, Cat. You said you wanted this. You can either get out of the car and have an adventure or stay in it and we’ll go talk about having one.

Cat stared at Anne, but it was clear her friend wouldn’t explain. She also wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Oh hell. Cat unbuckled her seat belt and climbed out of the car. When she reached for the back door handle to grab her carry-on, Anne stopped her.

You won’t need that.

Jesus Anne, you can’t leave me in the warehouse district at night without anything. There was a difference between wanting an adventure and having a death wish.

Anne rolled her eyes like one of Cat’s teenage students. Like I’d do that. Knock on the door of 1247. It’s that one in the middle. She motioned to one of the refurbished buildings. I’ll stay here and watch until you are inside. Go. And for God’s sake, have fun!

Cat closed the door on her friend. Taking an unsteady breath, she turned and walked toward the lit door of number 1247.

The brick warehouse had obviously been remodeled. The concrete stairs were clean and free of debris and a sign reading STUDIO 1247 hung over the green metal door. A single gooseneck fixture lit the entrance. The solid door didn’t have windows on the side and gave no clue to what was inside. The word studio was the only hint of the building’s use.

Cat held on to the metal pipe handrail as she climbed the steps. She was being silly; she knew she was. The women had probably set her up as some kind of joke. It would be like Mary to hire a stripper to prank her. It was harder to imagine Anne going along with something like that. Anne wouldn’t let her do anything dangerous, but what was that break your vows thing she said? Nothing made sense and the dark combined with the unfamiliar surroundings ratcheted up Cat’s anxiety. Her hand shook slightly as she knocked on the door.

Come in. The door muffled the male voice.

Cat glanced over her shoulder toward Anne’s car. Her friend flashed the headlights and Cat turned the door knob. As the door swung open she heard Anne’s car pull away.

Oh God, now she was stranded here.

Come. In. Now. He separated each word emphasizing the command.

Now that they weren’t divided by the door, the voice sounded familiar. But that didn’t make any sense. Owen was out of town. Cat stepped inside, closing the door behind her.

She stood in what looked like an artist studio. The interior was unfinished open warehouse space with concrete floors and an exposed brick and steel structure. Easels holding covered canvases lined the walls of a space that looked about thirty feet square. A light shone above where Cat stood, Illuminating the entry. The only other light in the massive space lit a bed in the center of the room. Cat’s eyes locked on the unfamiliar red spread covering what looked like a box spring and mattress, piled high with pillows and sitting on a stack of scattered oriental rugs. The opulence of the patterned rugs and the rich scarlet color of the bedding were at odds with the rough industrial surroundings. This bed was better suited to a Bedouin’s tent in a romance novel than a warehouse. Slightly worn oriental runners ran from where she stood to the bed.

Cat took a step forward determined to find the owner of the voice and figure out what the hell was going on.

Not yet, kitten, the voice commanded.

Cat pulled her gaze away from the bed and searched the shadows around the edges of the room. She could just make out a man lounging in what looked like an arm chair. Even though she was sure she knew who he was, she couldn’t see his face.

Take off your clothes and leave them by the door. You won’t need them this weekend.

Owen. It was Owen. A thrill ran through her, but Cat couldn’t bring herself to strip naked in the middle of a warehouse. She’d made her peace with her curves, and Owen never made her feel fat. That didn’t mean she was comfortable taking her clothes off in a strange place even though she was sure the man in the shadows had already seen everything a thousand times over. The snap of what sounded like leather hitting leather brought her back to the present.

Do it now, kitten. Another snap. Or I’ll have to punish you.

Cat’s mouth went dry. He wouldn’t, would he?