Can bondage save a marriage? Once Nick uncovers Laura’s hidden desire for BDSM, there’s no going back. Laura craves his touch, but Master Nick wants more than her body. He demands her total submission.
Laura can only find the excitement she so desperately craves between the covers of the latest BDSM novel she reads alone in their bed. Then one night Nick, her loving, cater-to-her-every-whim, vanilla sex husband discovers her hidden library. To her everlasting surprise, he decides their anniversary getaway is the perfect time to turn her fantasies into reality.
Before he can put his plan into action, Nick must figure out how to tell his wife she’s actually married to a Dom. More than that, Nick is also part owner of DiscipliNation, a successful chain of kink clubs and an erotic toy manufacturing company. Can he dominate his lovely ‘ballbreaker of the boardroom’ wife—while keeping his balls intact?
Laura’s treacherous body revels in Nick’s domination. As a natural submissive, she thrives under his strict, unyielding command. He trains her to respond to his every touch and the line between pain and pleasure blurs— so much pleasure, she’s lost in it. Laura craves his firm hand, yet his sin of omission shakes her trust. She willingly offers her body, but guards her heart. Quickly, she learns Master Nick isn’t just a hotter-than-hell, leather clad, flogger wielding alter ego. Dom isn’t a role he slips on like a mask. It runs in his blood, defines his personality and once unleashed, there’s no going back. Master Nick won’t play at D/s. The gift of her body isn’t enough. He demands her total submission.
General Release Date: 3rd January 2014
Laura woke up in bed alone. She sighed in frustration. It’d been that way for years, why was it bothering her now? She rolled over and put her hand on her husband’s pillow. Her mood softened when she found a rose and a card. Her husband had been so preoccupied lately, she’d been afraid he might forget their anniversary. She should have known better. Sniffing the rose, she noticed the thorns had been removed. Of course, he would think of everything.
Opening the card, she saw it was more like a pamphlet. The cover was a photo from their high school days. Wow, did they look…innocent, and stupid. The next page was a collage of pictures from back in the day. Goodness how times had changed.
‘My dearest Angel, I suspect looking at these pictures, you were struck by how much has changed since we first fell in love. My rainbow-streaked-hair girl has turned into a stunning corporate executive. Your hand-me-down station wagon with the monkey hanging from the rear-view mirror has been replaced with a car much more fitting your elegant style. Those terry cloth rompers, flip-flops and plastic bangles have been traded for linen suits, high heels and diamonds. We won’t even mention the changes in me. Suffice to say—goodbye cheesy moustache!
Our love has changed and grown too. I was pretty sure we had something special when we married. Now I know you are my life. My world revolves around your smile. Although I try to make sure you know that, sometimes I get mired down in day-to-day crap and I forget what’s really important.
The other night while you lay in bed sleeping, I needed to check something on the Internet. My tablet and laptop were in my briefcase, so I grabbed your tablet. I was pretty shocked to see your reading interests had changed so dramatically. Historical fiction to BDSM is quite a leap. I was even a little pissed off that I’d had no inkling.’
Laura dropped the card. Oh my God! She grabbed her tablet and scrolled through the book section. Nick had gone through her tablet. Her hands shook and a faint, ill feeling took over. Her sweet, vanilla husband had looked through her extensive collection of BDSM books and short stories. Holy crap! She forced her breathing under control and picked up the card again.
‘I took note of the titles, purchased and read them all.’
Holy fucking shit! He read them. Read them all. Every raunchy, hotter than hell scene barraged her mind. That’s it. I’m divorced. Or dead. Our weekend getaway is just a ruse to give him time to hide my body. Her hands shook so badly she laid the card on the bed before she continued.
‘Some I liked better than others. I found a few more I think you’ll like. We can talk about them this weekend.
I see now I have been neglecting you. Like everything else, our sex life needs to evolve. I’m relieved to see every story had the girl as the sub, except that one with the switch couple. I hope you weren’t overly fond of that story. That won’t be happening.’
She read and reread the last part. It sounded like he wanted to play. Now her breathing was really ragged. Hope began to flicker like a little flame. Her husband was a successful attorney. He was Branson, of Branson and Associates. He knew how to take command. Just the thought of him commanding her got her wet. It was a little frightening. He certainly wouldn’t be a wussy Dom. Once he committed to dominating her, she wouldn’t be allowed any wiggle room. That’s just the way he was. Was she ready for this? Oh yeah, as long as he wanted it too… She loved him too much to push him into something he wasn’t comfortable with.
‘Please see the attached form. We need to be on the same page with this. Look over the list, add to it if I left anything out, complete it and bring it with you tonight. I have completed the same list. We will discuss it at the hotel. I’m sure we can negotiate a game plan from there. Be ready at four p.m. Wear a skirt or dress with stockings, high heels and no panties. Your soulmate, Nick.’
Before she could do more than glance at the form, her cellphone buzzed letting her know she had a text. It was from Nick.
‘Did you find your card?’
What should she say? She didn’t want to text about this, but he had to be wondering how she had received his…invitation.
’Yes, Sir, I will be ready,’ she texted back.
’Good girl,’ he responded almost immediately.
Why was that hot? A shiver startled her. It was a freaking text message, yet she felt his whiskers brush her ear. His soft, warm breath caressed her neck as he whispered those two words. Two condescending words she wanted to hear over and over again.
Laura needed to get her imagination under control and focus. Nick expected the list to be completed by this evening. She was a little intimidated by the task. The list was long, detailed and extensive. If he’d had John, his PA, type the form, she would kill him. No doubt about it.
Nah, John would have used a sliding scale. This list was very cut and dried. Each item had three choices—want to try, need more information, not interested. Yep, the form was very Nick. No shades of grey.
Tori lives in the beautiful Sonoran Desert with her loving husband of almost thirty years. She wakes up each morning to the howls of coyotes and the barking of her family dogs wanting to join the fray.
When Tori isn't writing, she's either spending time with her two, wonderful adult children, or creating stained glass art.
She likes her love stories scorching hot. She tries to infuse a fire and passion between her characters that rivals the blazing summer sun that Arizona is known for. Tori encourages you to bask in the heat between the covers of a Dominant/submissive, happily-ever-after, bondage romance.
Reviewed by Erzabet Enchantments
Laura grabbed my attention because she seems to be in a shell of herself. Nick is the strong one he takes it upon himself with the knowledge that he gained from Laura's tablet to save their marriage. The...
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Reviewed by Jeep Diva
An interesting and often steamy exploration of a D/s relationship between a couple of long standing although this diversion is a relatively new one. Penned with an awareness of both a rel...
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When I started writing Bondage Anniversary, I never dreamed it would be my breakthrough piece. It began as a naughty tale meant for my husband’s eyes only. He had been away on a business trip and I spent many lonely hours working on the story. Once I emailed it to him, he told me, “This is it, baby. This is the one.” Turns out he was right.
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