He wanted more than her body, he wanted her complete submission, her abject, on-her-knees surrender.
Rachel craves excitement and pleasures she's only dreamed of. She wants to experience the height of ecstasy, and when her friend says there's a man who can offer all that and more, she's intrigued -- intrigued enough to trick him into believing she's much more than a novice.
It takes Sir James about two minutes to realize the vulnerable woman on her knees is inexperienced. Even though he's angry at being deceived, there's something about her that captivates him. Despite his reservations, he agrees to train her in the finer arts of pleasuring a Master...of pleasuring him.
Rachel never dreamed he would demand so much. Sir James won't be satisfied until she offers everything sacred, including her heart.
Note: Unbound Commitment contains scenes of humiliation, beatings, mild f/f touching and other aspects of lifestyle BDSM that are not for the weak-hearted.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Unbound Commitment by Sierra Cartwright
"I'm telling you, girlfriend, there's a man who can fulfill all your wildest dreams. Take you to the edge and push you right off."
Rachel stopped laughing then. "You're serious."
"As a heart attack. He can fulfill every one of those wildest yearnings. Not boring. You can't push this one around, I'm telling you what."
"Sir James?" Rachel demanded with a laugh. "Sir James? Is he British?"
"I'm not sure. It could be a term of respect."
"But he actually calls himself that?"
Rachel circled the rim of her glass with her still-empty ring finger, waiting for Cindy to continue.
"His slaves do."
"Slaves?" Rachel's voice held a tremor. She'd read about this, heard about it. She'd even checked out some sites on the Internet before chickening out and closing the windows. But here was Cindy, a stockbroker, talking about the scene as if they were discussing a pair of shoes.
Rachel had her fantasies but never thought they could come true. And Cindy actually knew someone who was into it.
"Slaves," Cindy repeated. "As in women--or men--who give themselves over to complete sensual pleasure. They surrender their wants and needs, and in doing that, they receive more than they give." Cindy reached for a pretzel. "I don't know. Probably I shouldn't have mentioned him."
"No! I'm interested."
"Have you had any training?"
"Have you had a Master? Do you know the basic positions?"
"Not really. I've played some, gotten some spankings, used clamps..." She blushed and trailed off but Cindy didn't seem surprised or shocked. Gathering courage, Rachel continued, "I've read a lot and I want to experience it for real."
At 1:40 a.m., last call on Ladies' Night, after that fateful second glass of Riesling had almost been drained, Rachel took a huge step. "Call him," she said.
"You want me to call Sir James?" Cindy asked. "For real?"
The bar was noisy, Rachel was tipsy and gutsy, a dangerous combination. "Yes," she said.
"No, really." Rachel nodded.
"I'm warning you, he's hardcore. It's been a long time since he released Michelle and I think he prefers women who've already been trained."
"Don't tell him I haven't been."
"As if he won't know." She shook her head. "If I go along with this, I'll be in as much trouble as you." Still, Cindy dug a cell phone from the cavernous bottom of her leather purse and left the table.
The time crawled by. Rachel chewed through half a dozen pretzels. Better than biting her fingernails. What if he wasn't interested? She tried to tell herself it didn't matter. Three hours ago, she hadn't any idea he even existed but now she wanted, desperately, to meet him.
Cindy finally returned, handed over the phone and excused herself to the bathroom.
Now that he was on the phone, Rachel didn't know how to introduce herself.
"Hey," he said. "Cindy tells me you want to meet me. Says you're ready for the next level."