Alec discovers the BDSM scene and impulsively decides to get himself a slave girl. Cerena is an experienced sub that is in the market for a new master. She plans to train Alec the way she wants him, but he soon turns those tables on her as he becomes more confident. Meanwhile, Cerena's ex is determined to have her back, whether she wants to go or not.
This is not the typical BDSM story, rather, it is an explicit romance of lust and passion found at the feet of the master.
Driven is well regarded and has sold approximately 200 copies (at $5.99) in the last 2 years. Pursuit is written in the same "universe", although they are not direct sequels.
Driven contains "sexy, likable characters and a realistic story" that isn't the typical damaged dom meets bratty sub.
He had to admit it was startling. Arousing, absolutely. Probably the most erotic thing he'd ever seen. So much more vibrant than magazines and DVDs. But startling none the less. The girl was displayed. Full frontal nudity for sure. Except for the ropes, but then, those weren't exactly clothing or anything. They wove across her skin and held her fast, enhancing her breasts, her pussy, her nakedness. They didn't cover, not at all.
He tried not to stare like some teen checking out a Playboy magazine at the newsstand, but he wasn't sure he was pulling that off. He wanted to appear just a little cool. After all, he didn't want Greg to think he wasn't mature enough to handle this. He was twenty-eight years old after all, not a kid anymore. Not that Greg was a lot older, only three years, even though technically he was Alec's uncle. They grew up more like brothers or cousins being so close in age. Certainly after he became adult they were really peers, but still Alec looked up to him a little.
Greg was right about this appealing to him. Big time. Honestly, he didn't think such things were real. Greg assured him they were though and now here was the proof. The house was a mansion, secluded with security gates and gorgeous landscaping, trickled over the hillside with spectacular views. It rose two stories in the front with a huge picture window, perfectly situated to take advantage of beauty of nature. Instead, tonight at least, the naked beauty of nature was on the other side, held in a web of hemp and illuminated by the spot lights hidden in the foliage.
The design was intricate, weaving above and below her breasts, across her torso, between her legs and down them to some sexy high heels that looked like they were specially designed for the girl who would be wearing nothing but rope.
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Káren Guedes
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