The
idea for this story came from pondering the question: What is it that makes bad
boys irresistible? Is it the raw masculine energy, the unpredictable nature, or
the desire we feel to tame the wildest man around when it seems that no one
else can?
There
are many appealing things about bad boys. They have alpha qualities that
suggest strength and leadership and there’s nothing sexier than a man who
doesn’t give a damn about what others think. He knows his own mind and he goes
his own way. The bad boy also doesn’t spend hours worrying about his
appearance, yet he is incredibly, effortlessly attractive and alluring. A bad
boy doesn’t have to be classically good looking but he must be the epitome of
raw masculinity. He is intense, passionate and deep. You know that he will be
loyal if he loves you and that he will treasure you above all others, including
himself.
In
Bound to the Bad Boy, Matt King, the
bad boy of the story, is a handsome tattooed biker. He is passionate, loyal and
devoted. Matt has a less than flawless background, which you can find out about
if you read the story, but he also has some hot and interesting erotic
preferences and a fierce passion for his sub, Megan, that has never died.
Let
me know what you think and tell me what it is that you love about bad boys.
Molly
xxx
A high school reunion. A Dom. A sub.
Old secrets.
Megan Agnelli returns to her hometown
of Cherub, Minnesota, hoping to prove to herself that her feelings for her
first love, Matt King, are firmly in the past. Once her lover and her Dom, Matt
has haunted her thoughts and her dreams for the last four years. She knows that
she might bump into the handsome, tattooed biker at the high school reunion.
But she still decides to go.
Matt went down for a crime he didn’t
commit. Megan abandoned him when he needed her most. Hurt and confused, he
tried to soldier on. For his motorcycle club. For Megan. Because he believed
that she should be able to choose a life without him…if that was what she
really wanted.
One night brings everything rushing
back. The pain of loss. The overwhelming desire. The intense passion between a
Dom and his sub. But can they heal the hurts of the past and move forward to
create a future, or will it just be one hot reunion?
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition, multiple partners
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, sex toys, public exhibition, multiple partners
Read an excerpt:
Megan took a step forwards. She wanted to start the tour. To get moving. To
stop the fervent racing of her brain before it made her dizzy. Before she
changed her mind and fled.
Matt didn’t move.
She went to take another step forwards but she paused. What was he waiting
for? Had she done something wrong, other than deciding to come here with him?
“Matt?”
“You have forgotten.”
She tensed. The tiny hairs on her arms stood on end. Did he want her to
kneel? Should she have kept to ‘Master’ instead of using his name? How would
this work between them now after so long? Did they just slip back into their
old ways?
Surely he’ll tell
me what to do, just like always. Whenever I’ve been in doubt, he has helped me,
led me, and even calmed me.
“Megan,” he whispered as he moved closer. “Do you need me to remind you?”
She gazed into his eyes but found no answer there. Only the darkness of
desire, and the danger of passion. A passion which could be roused like a
hungry panther with claws just as sharp and a body just as beautiful, just as
powerful. Yes, Matt was dangerous. Addictively so.
She nodded, afraid to speak.
“Take off your dress.”
“What?” her voice squeaked.
“You come into my home, then you play by my rules.”
She looked down. The fire in his eyes was too fierce, too intense. She
stared at his broad shoulders instead, at how they morphed into a full muscular
chest that bulged beneath his fitted black t-shirt. His arms were heavily
tattooed with colorful sleeves that told the story of his life so far. Images
of things he’d done, people he’d known, and places he’d travelled.
My name.
She jumped as she spotted it.
Just above his left wrist, written within the body of a snake that was
wrapped around a bleeding heart. Had he done that after she’d broken up with
him?
Her stomach clenched. Had she hurt him that much that he’d felt the need to
ink her betrayal upon his flesh like a brand to remind him?
He lifted his arm.
“Is that because . . .” She couldn’t finish her question.
“Yeah . . . because you left. Because it hurt. Because I never forgot.”
“Oh.” Her eyes stung suddenly with hot tears. She had tried not to think
about his feelings when she told him she needed out. He was tough. A man, a
biker, a Dom. How could she have possibly hurt him?
He looked away for a moment, a muscle in his jaw twitching as if he was
trying to regain his composure. Deciding how to deal with her. She held her
breath. Would this be it? The end? Would he remember how mad he was that she
had left him and leave her to a night in the lonely hotel bed with just her
bullet vibrator for company? And after being this close to him again, she had a
feeling that the tiny battery operated device would be unable to even tickle
the need that now welled up inside her, shaking her to her very core.
He blinked then turned to her again. His face was calm, his features
relaxed, as if he had pulled down a roller blind to hide his emotions, doubts
and fears.
“So…Megan…” He ran a finger down her arm and she shivered. His touch was
feather light yet it stirred her immediately. Her panties dampened with her
moist heat. “Are you staying?”
She nodded. “Please, Master.”
“Then . . .” He gestured at her dress.
She lowered her eyes. Her crimson bodice stuck out in two places where her
nipples protruded. A bead of perspiration trickled down between her heavy
breasts. She absently brushed at the sticky residue of the reunion nametag but
it clung to the shiny fabric like her lust now clung to her.
She was hot for him. She wanted to stay. Just for tonight. At least for tonight. So she had to play
by his rules. Just like always.
The thought tingled through her entire body, curling in her pussy like a
hot tongue and she began to unzip her dress, trembling with nerves and desire.
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