First in the Chains of Love series
Several Earth women have disappeared, their trail leading to Xarta, a BDSM planet. Marina, Earth intergalactic investigator, knows that solving this case means a long-awaited promotion. But in order to find the missing women, she'll have to go undercover as a bondage slave on Xarta, something the strong, capable woman wants no part of.
Kaden is a Dom and a native of Xarta. He's also an Intergalactic Marshall, sworn to break up the slave trading ring. His job is to take Marina as his submissive and train her while they're working undercover to expose the slavers and rescue the women.
Reluctantly, Marina agrees to act as a submissive, vowing to both herself and to Kaden that her relationship with him is nothing but an act. Until Kaden shows her a side of life that calls to her in ways she didn't expect.
Note: Bound To Trust contains light erotic scenes where females explore their sexuality with other females.
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December 31, 2004
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Excerpt from Bound to Trust by Jaci Burton
Kaden was waiting for her in the middle of the lobby, hands clasped behind his back and wearing a no-nonsense, straight face. He didn't crack a smile as she approached.
In fact, he didn't speak at all when she stopped in front of him, just continued to stare at her, tilting his head to the side as he looked the length of her. Finally, he said, "Nice dress. Thank you for wearing it."
Shock caused her momentary speechlessness. He thanked her? "You're welcome."
He turned and walked away. Obviously she was supposed to follow him like some obedient servant. If this was the way he treated his first dates, she'd bet he didn't get many second ones. Not that they were dating. Oh hell, she didn't know where her mind was.
They were escorted to a semi-circular booth in a corner of the restaurant, lit only by candles. When Marina slid into the booth along the corner wall, Kaden slipped in next to her. The more she scooted over, the more he followed. Short of falling on her ass onto the floor, she had to make do with the fact he was going to sit right next to her.
The waiter approached and waited for their order. Kaden took a brief look at the menu on the monitor behind them, then ordered wine and both their dinners. The waiter smiled and hurried off before Marina could get a chance to object.
"I'm perfectly capable of ordering my own drink and food."
"You might as well get over that. From now on, I'll be telling you what to eat and drink, among other things."
Irritation swept through her. So this was how it was going to be, with him controlling her every move and making all the decisions for her. And Laren enjoyed this shit?
"Look, Kaden. Let's get one thing clear right now. I'm doing this because it's my job. Not because I want to be dominated or am in any way interested in this lifestyle. Got it?"
He didn't respond, just grinned at her.
Prick. She hoped this would be a very short assignment.
Their wine arrived and Kaden poured a glass for her. She had half a mind to ignore it, but what the hell. After taking a sip, she had to admit it was fantastic. Smooth, mellow, not too sweet or bitter. Just the way she liked it. "This is good."
"Yes, I knew you'd like it."
She rolled her eyes, hoping he wouldn't notice. What, was he psychic, too?
"Let's talk about what's going to happen," he said.
At least one of them could concentrate. "Okay."
"Once you're taken, you will be brought into a preparation room. There, you'll be stripped, bathed, and readied for auction."
"How appealing. I can't wait."
Ignoring her sarcasm, he continued. "At auction, you will be showcased for potential buyers. I'll be one of them, and I'll be purchasing you."
She refused to think that he might be the only one bidding on her. "Fine."
"Once I purchase you, this game begins. There are some things you won't find pleasant, considering your nature."
She looked at him. "Such as?"
He reached for a curl of her hair and wound it around his fingers. When she started to jerk away, he held her firm.
"Such as this. I'll be touching you. Anyway I want to, anywhere I want to. You can fight, of course, but I'll make you obey."
"You can bet your ass I'll fight you." No one told her what to do. Ever.
"That's good. They'll expect that. But don't fight too hard or for too long or they'll dispose of you. A little bit of a wildcat is a good thing, especially during the auction because that brings about high bids. Too much fight and they'll think you untrainable."
He was making this sound more and more alluring by the second. "I'll try to keep that in mind. What happens after that?"
"As your Dom, I'll be chaining you to me and leading you to the privacy chamber where we'll get...acquainted."
She watched his expression, but he revealed nothing of what he was thinking or feeling. "You mean we'll have sex."
His light chuckle was unnerving. "There's a lot more to it than just sex. Remember, as my submissive, your primary reason for existence is to please me. And you will please me."
Was that a threat or confidence? Emotions warred within her. She wanted to be pissed off at his arrogant attitude, and yet the way he spoke with such assurance that she would "please him" gave her a thrill she hadn't expected to feel. "Exactly what kind of "pleasing" will I do?"
He picked up his wine glass and swirled the liquid around the glass. She studied his long fingers, imagining what they'd feel like against her skin and inside her. Before her imagination went too far, she blinked to shake off the erotic thoughts.
"The kind of pleasing I'm in the mood for at the moment."
He tilted his head. "You seem fascinated by what I'm going to do to you, Marina. Are you anxious to begin your training?"
"No!" She realized as soon as she shouted the word that she was protesting more than she should. "I mean, I'd just like to be forewarned about what could happen. If I'm going to be flogged, I'd like to mentally prepare myself."
Tucking the errant curl behind her ear, he traced her earlobe with his finger. She shivered at the warmth of his touch. "I don't want you to know ahead of time what I'm going to do. It will be more pleasurable for me if you don't know."
She snorted. "Pleasurable for you is the key, isn't it?"
"What pleases me, Marina, will also please you."
She looked away and stared into her wine. "I doubt that."
He reached for her chin and turned her head to face him. "You doubt that I can pleasure you?"
She smirked. "Many have tried. Few have succeeded."
"Then you've been with the wrong men."