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Authors: Eden Bradley

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The Darker Side of Pleasure

BOOK: The Darker Side of Pleasure
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CONTENTS

 

COVER PAGE

TITLE PAGE

DEDICATION

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

HE STEPPED BACK AND HIS EYES…

 

THE BONDS OF LOVE

 

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

 

THE LAIR

 

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

 

LOVE & DISCIPLINE

 

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

PREVIEW OF EXOTICA

COPYRIGHT

 

 

In memory of my big brother David, whose song “Love
& Discipline” inspired one of the stories in this book,
and who I know would have been proud of me.

 

 

 

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

 

To author Laura Bacchi, my first writing mentor, from whom I learned so much. To my brainstorming buddies Jax Cassidy, Gemma Halliday, Lacy Danes, Crystal Jordan, Emma Petersen, and Eva Gale. And to my dear friend Desiree Nauman, who is always full of wonderful and helpful ideas and really ought to be a writer.

 

 

 

To B, always, for his endless support and pride in my work. I wouldn’t be here without you!

 

 

 

 

He stepped back and his eyes roamed over her. She knew she looked better than usual in this outfit, so she didn’t mind. And she could see his eyes glittering as he looked at her, his pupils widening with lust. He placed his hands on his hips, licked his lips. He gestured toward the bed with his chin.

“Sit down.”

She swallowed, hard.

“I’m going to ask you to do things for me tonight you’ve never done before. Are you ready to do that, Jillian?”

Was she? Her natural mental response was to fight against the whole idea. She was normally someone who was strong, in control. But her body was rebelling already. Still, how could it be this simple? She knew that Cam’s angle had been that bondage was all about trust, that there had to be complete trust in order to make it work. He saw it as a way to get back to each other. It made a sort of weird sense, but she still had her doubts.

Cam repeated, “Are you ready?”

His voice seemed so different tonight; his whole persona was different. Confident. Commanding. But it was still Cam. She could do this. She would do it for him. For them. And, judging from the unexpected way her body was responding already, for herself.

“Yes. I’m ready.”

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER ONE

B
ONDAGE
. T
HE WORD REVERBERATED THROUGH
Jillian’s head, through her body, making her muscles tense and quiver.

Her stomach clenched as she pulled her sporty BMW into the driveway after a long day at work. She peered up at the sleek, modern expanse of redwood and glass her husband had designed for them six years ago, right after they’d married and moved to Seattle.

She took a deep breath and forced her hands to stop gripping the steering wheel. Tonight was the night. The night she and Cameron were going to start trying to put their marriage back together.

She yanked a little too hard on the parking brake, then grabbed her purse and the pretty pink shopping bag that held the new lingerie she’d bought for the occasion. Cameron was right. It had been ages since she’d dressed up for him. Hell, she’d been sleeping in the guest room for months. Not that that was his fault. It was her. She knew that. She just couldn’t stand to be so close to him, with so much distance between them. It hurt too much.

Her nerves jangled as much as her keys did when she opened the front door. “Cam? You home?”

No answer. She exhaled on a sigh of relief. She needed some time to make herself ready. Not just physically, but emotionally, too—even though they’d talked about this almost a week ago. Maybe she’d had too much time to think about it. She did have a tendency to overanalyze things. She let her purse fall to the hardwood floor, gripped the lingerie bag, and headed down the hall.

Stripping off her clothes in the half-dark bedroom felt like a ritual, somehow. The house was quiet. The soft glow of twilight filtered through the Japanese paper shades that covered the ceiling-high bedroom windows. There was the faint scent of him in the air, that sense of intimacy in the room where they’d slept up until she’d moved into the guest room a few months ago. But they hadn’t made love for too long before that. And on those rare occasions when they had, she felt as though she weren’t entirely present in her own body, as if she were watching it from the outside. But tonight was supposed to help change that. The idea made her stomach clench up again.

She stepped into the slate-tiled bathroom and blasted the hot water, wanting the sheer force and heat of it to wash her nerves away. This was her own husband, after all. She closed her eyes as she moved beneath the spray and let the water sluice over her, trying to steer her mind down a more positive path.

Cameron. He’d been so young when they’d first met, only twenty-one. She was an old lady of twenty-five at the time. But he was so mature for his age, so somber and responsible. And there was always something of the darkness about him that made him seem older than he was. Perhaps it was the tattoo that circled his right biceps, a sinuous circle in a dark tribal design. Maori, he’d told her. She loved it. She’d loved his tall, lean, yet muscular body. God, he had the greatest abs she’d ever seen on a human being. And she loved the way his straight, coal black hair fell into his eyes, even the dark-framed glasses he wore for reading.

That’s how Jillian had first seen him, in her English Lit class in college. He was bent over a book, and he glanced up as she passed a printed handout to him. And those smoky gray eyes peered up at her—eyes fringed in thick, sooty lashes any woman would envy. Those startling eyes and that serious expression on his angular features, yet his mouth was lush and sensual, a stark contrast.

He still wore those glasses. And even after all they’d been through, a small shiver of excitement would course through her whenever he put them on. If only he had come to bed early enough to read, while she was still awake, while she’d still been sleeping in their bed.

But no, she shouldn’t think about that. Tonight was for new beginnings, not old pain.

She shut off the water, stepped out onto the cool tiles, and began to rub scented lotion into her skin. It was Cameron’s favorite vanilla scent, the one he used to say made him want to run his tongue all over her body. Her sex gave a quick, involuntary squeeze, surprising her.

Drawing her pale green silk summer robe around her shoulders, she went to pull her purchases out of the bag. The bra was black and lacy, with demi-cups that barely covered her breasts. The matching thong was a whisper of lace. It made her feel sexy, she had to admit, admiring her reflection in the big full-length mirror in her walk-in closet. Despite her breasts and thighs, which weren’t as firm at the age of thirty-three as they’d been when she and Cam had met eight years ago.

No, don’t think about that now.

She pulled her long honey blond hair up with her hands, considering, then decided to leave it down. Cam liked it better that way.

When she drew the first black lace stocking over one leg, she began to get a real sense of ritual, of formal preparation. For some reason she didn’t understand it sent a small thrill through her, raising gooseflesh on the back of her neck. And when she slid her feet into the impossibly high black pumps Cam had insisted she buy, the feeling was complete. She understood suddenly that she was doing this for him, but that it also fulfilled some need in her. To please in order to feel whole.

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