Heather and the Whip (The Hot Wife's First Taste of BDSM): A Tale of Bondage, Spanking, Domination, and Awakening (Heather Bound Book 2)

The opportunity to back out is gone, and now Heather is in the hotel room and Robert is with her. She’s blindfolded. She’s handcuffed. She’s helpless. She’s helpless and she’s in a hotel room with a complete stranger.

A complete stranger with a whip.

This story is intended only for mature readers who are legally able to download and view explicit sexual content. It includes rough sex, bondage, domination, submission, oral sex, whips, and more. Please note: this is a fantasy and not a how to guide. In a real BDSM situation, safeguards are necessary and essential.

The HEATHER BOUND series:
Meet Heather, a lonely wife who misses her husband desperately. He’s utterly oblivious to her pain and she finds herself drawn to a stranger she meets online. Before she thinks, she’s caught up in a world of bondage, domination, excruciating pain, and astounding pleasure. Will her marriage survive? Hell, will she? Look for all five tales in the HEATHER BOUND series from Laci Evans to find out!

Here is a peek at HEATHER AND THE VIDEO:

“I know it's pointless to say, but please don't be nervous, my pet,” he said, his voice smooth, velvety.
A shudder ran through her as she felt lips along the edge the teddy where it covered his breasts. At the same time, she felt hands tracing down the side of her body, touching her hips, slipping around, and squeezing her ass.
Then he was gone again.
“Robert?”
Nothing.
“Robert?”
She flinched, a cry escaping her lips, when leather stung her ass.
“My pet, for the next hour, you belong to me. You speak when I say you may speak, and only then, is that understood?”
The cold chill of fear crawled over Heather's body. She felt goose bumps popping up on her skin.
“Yes.”
Another sting as the leather slapped her ass.
“You call me Master. Do you understand, my pet?”
“Yes, Master.” Her voice warbled, the shivers were rolling through her body so fast and hard. Jesus! The whip or whatever it was stung like hell. Why the fuck did she like it?
She gasped again, this time because she felt him behind her, against her. He was naked now, his cock hard and pressing against her ass. He moved her long hair aside, kissed the back of her neck, and ran his hands from where the cuffs held her wrists all the way up to her shoulders, where he caressed her softly.
“Don’t be afraid, my pet. We talked about this.” She breathed in sharply. There would be more pain. Why did she want it? He felt her stiffening. “I'll do you no serious harm.”
Not I’ll do you no harm.
No serious harm.
Serious.
She’d be harmed. She’d be harmed, and it was happening now, right now. She thought to scream, to tell him she was wrong and they had to stop. She didn’t, though, and she knew in part that she didn’t stop things because she felt horrible that fear of pain would stop her while her love and her commitment to her husband wouldn’t.