LOST & BOUND, Dream Dominant Collection Book 2, comes out January 31.
It’s the story of spoiled Hollywood starlet Shasta Pyke, who, after getting into trouble with the law, is sent to the wilderness of northern Ontario until the whole mess blows over.
It’s there that she meets sexy Dominant mountain man Blake Walker. He lives a simple life, helping to run his family’s remote guest lodge. He sees past Shasta’s petulant bravado to the scared little girl she hides from the world.
Would she ever agree to give him her submission?
Here’s a sexy little excerpt to hold you over until release day.
The sun was sinking low in the sky, casting a pink-orange glow onto the lake as they made their way to the boat. Blake placed his bags into the bow of the boat then helped Shasta step in. She moved cautiously, easing herself down onto the center seat.
“Is everything okay?” he questioned.
She nodded. “It feels weird to walk around with this thing in my ass.”
“Are you complaining?”
“No. I’m just…pointing shit out.”
Blake laughed heartily and started the electric motor, heading for the far side of the lake. He tied up the boat on the same saplings he’d used earlier that day, climbed out with his bags, and reached down to Shasta, who gingerly stepped out onto the rocks.
She glanced around anxiously. “Where are we going, anyway? It’s getting dark.”
Blake smiled enigmatically. “You’ll see soon enough. Come on.” He lightly took her hand and together they walked up the trail leading away from the lake. When they passed the trapper’s cabin, Shasta looked to Blake wonderingly, and he just winked. Soon enough they came to a fork in the path. Blake moved to the left without hesitating. A few yards down the path, they stopped. Shasta looked around and saw nothing but trees and rocks.
“This looks like a good place.” Blake reached into his duffel and pulled out the throw, placing it on the ground. “Okay, kitten, the dress comes off.”
She gaped at him. “We’re just gonna…fuck in the woods?”
His eyes sparkled with amusement. “Nobody said anything about fucking. Just get naked. Now.”
Shasta pulled the dress over her head, and Blake took it, folding it and placing it into the bag. “Now, we haven’t had knee time today. You may kneel on the blanket.”
Shasta stepped into the center of the throw and knelt in the way he’d shown her, sitting back on her heels with her hands, palms up, resting on her thighs. Closing her eyes was automatic. Blake stepped in front of her, placing his right foot between her thighs. Tenderly, he stroked her hair, and she let out a contented sigh. “Knee time is good, isn’t it, kitten?”
“Yes, Daddy,” she murmured.
“Okay, now I have a job for you.” Shasta expectantly raised her eyes to meet his. “I’m going a little further up the trail. You will wait for me right here. I’ll come back for you when I’m ready.”
Immediately her eyes went to the trees. “I’m staying here? Naked? That’s a little scary.”
“Trust me, kitten?” He watched her intently.
Her deep mocha eyes were wide and clear. “I trust you.”
“You’re such a good girl,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss her. “Now, we’ll just slide this into place…” He produced the black satin blindfold and settled it over her eyes. Shasta shivered. “I won’t be gone long.”
She listened as his footsteps moved away from her. Soon, all she heard were forest noises. Unable to see, her other senses were heightened and she heard the snap of twigs and the call of a loon from far down the lake. The early evening breeze chilled her, and she shivered again, her bare flesh covered with goose bumps and her nipples stretched into sharp, painful peaks.
Heavy footsteps were approaching, the crunch of leaves and pine straw growing louder. It’s Blake. It’s just Blake. Unless it’s not. She fought panic.
“There’s my good girl, just where I left her.” Blake took Shasta’s hand and helped her stand. “Okay, kitten, playtime starts now. You will follow my every direction without question or hesitation. And you will be silent. You will not speak unless I give you permission. Is that clear?”
Shasta blinked behind her blindfold and nodded wordlessly.
“Good girl. Now, I’m going to kiss you. You will not kiss me back.” With his hands on her hips, Blake pulled her closer to himself and placed his lips on hers. Shasta steadied herself by placing her palms on his chest. Somewhere along the way, Blake had removed his shirt, and she felt his warm, solid flesh beneath her hands. Blake deepened his kiss, invading her with his tongue, and although she felt her toes curling, she remembered his instructions and concentrated on not kissing him back.
Finally, his lips released hers and he pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Good girl,” he murmured. “Let’s go.” In one swoop, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her. Branches and leaves brushed against her skin as he carried her down the trail, then she felt as if they went up some steps. His footfalls sounded different, too, as though he walked on a solid surface. Then the air around her felt different, as though they had gone indoors. Finally, she heard a door close and he set her down. Shasta stood uncertainly and she felt Blake remove the blindfold.
She blinked as she looked around. They were in a cabin. A huge bed covered in a midnight blue duvet took up a large portion of the space. All around, tiny candles twinkled. A warm fire popped and crackled in the fireplace opposite the bed. She looked up at Blake, who was watching her intently. She opened her mouth to ask a question and clamped her lips shut again.
He smiled. “Do you have a question, kitten?”
“You may ask one question.”
“What is this place?”
Blake crossed to the stove to peer into the tub of water. “This is my play cabin. Some Doms have a dungeon, I have a cabin.”