The Slave’s Bind
Things are finally looking like they’re going to go back to normal for Melanie Silver. Or as normal as a young millionaire heiress having an affair with her BDSM-obsessed university professor can be. Everett is opening up to her in a way he hasn’t before, and her husband Hayden Parker is safe from the LeTourneaus…for now.
But when a secret from Everett’s past rises to the surface, the trust that Melanie has built with Everett threatens to crumble. Not only that, her mother insists that she attend a fancy party with Hayden–even though her marriage to him is supposed to be a secret.
Melanie wants to prove that she is loyal to Everett–and she can see that he wants her, not just as a slave, but as a partner. Will they break down their barriers and learn to trust one another?
“Going back to your apartment would be dangerous,” Everett says. “I would…ask you to…to be…here, but…”
“To be here? I’m already staying.”
“You know.” His eyebrows furrow and he averts his gaze. “Move in.”
He would ask me to move in to his house, live with him? Even though he knows I’m in love with him, and when he’s unsure of his feelings for me? Even though it would risk his career, and cause a scandal? I am his slave. That is all. My own thoughts hurt me more than I can bear. I want to be more than just his sexual slave. I want to know him. I want him to know me.
“I need to settle things with Hayden first. Get this stupid marriage annulled, if I can.”
He grimaces, but his cock is no less deterred. I fight to keep my breathing steady but just looking at him stirs desire within me.
I turn and bend over to place the dish in the dishwasher. My movements are slow and deliberate. I want him to want my ass. To show him that I have control over his desire, if he doesn’t know that already.
He rustles behind me as I close the door to the dishwasher. He’s close behind me now. My nipples harden. I hope he takes me from behind, against the kitchen counter. I hope he spanks me until my ass is raw for my dirty, flippant behavior this morning.
My fingers grip the edge of the counter and I slowly turn around, looking up at him with hooded eyes. There’s barely an inch between us. A fierce determination overlays his gray eyes and chiseled face. No doubt Everett can see my aroused, hard nipples through my robe. His cock, still trapped in silk, grazes my bare thigh.
Oh yes. There’s no question. My professor wants me bad.