A few weeks after witnessing her stepfather order a cold-blooded murder, Cassandra Bowlin hides aboard a luxury yacht to flee the men after her. Dashing into a closet, she trembles in fear of discovery until the owner enters the room with a woman intent on gaining his sexual favor. The scene she witnesses between the couple leaves her shaken with arousal, making her wonder what all she had been missing from her own sexual encounters.
Zachary Allen-Vancuren returns to his new, BDSM decked out yacht, eager to take her out on a maiden voyage before presenting her to his friends. After putting several miles between him and the mainland, he slips downstairs and finds he’s stuck with a stowaway with secrets she refuses to divulge and a determination to wring as much from his planned four-day excursion as possible. His refusal to engage in any sexual activities is met with her constant, teasing antics until she finally wears him down and he gives her the lesson she thinks she’s been wanting. It took interference from a surprising source and two rescues by Zachary to free her of her stepfather’s threats and enable her to embrace a future with the one man she hadn’t been able to resist.
DISCLAIMER: This book contains elements of power exchange, elements of BDSM, and explicit sexual scenes. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase this book.
Uber hot and talented writer BJ Wane has come out with a new series called Miami Masters. Seven friends who met in summer camp and ended up not only discovering their proclivity for the BDSM lifestyle, but all ended up in the Miami area.
The first book, Bound and Saved, finds our first bachelor and Dom, Zachary, finding a stowaway on his specially outfitted yacht. Cassandra is on the run from her evil step-father, whose henchmen have found her in Miami. She’s managed to hide out on Zachary Allen- Vancuren’s yacht to get away from them, but after passing out from exhaustion, she’s discovered by Zach. She soon learns how Zach likes his sex and she agrees to explore BDSM with him on his kinky yacht. But after she slips away soon after the boat docks, Zach realizes she may be in big trouble. Will he find her in time to save her from her step-father and his henchmen?
This was one of those books that you just can’t put down! The storyline is full of hot and steamy sex with a great dose of kink, romance, and enough suspense to keep those pages turning. I absolutely couldn’t put this book down! BJ’s books have just gotten better and better, and she’s most certainly on my one-click list. Just simply amazing!
5 Domalicious Stars!
The woman jerked upright with a look of such abject terror that Zach experienced a rare twinge of remorse before he recalled how far away from the mainland he’d already sailed. He recognized her right away as the new girl in the marina office, which added to his curiosity.
“I repeat, what’re you doing in my bed, on my yacht?”
“Oh!” Scrambling off the bed, she picked up a backpack, stuttering, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep. I was just so tired, and the rocking lulled me to sleep…Please, I’ll leave…I didn’t mess with anything…”
“That’d be damned difficult seeing as we’re already a few hundred miles from Miami. Unless,” he added with a derisive lift of one brow, “you’re up to rowing back to shore. There’s a chance, a slim one, you’d make it about the time I return at the end of the week.”
Scrubbing her eyes, she mumbled, “What?” before jerking her head up and gazing at him with a look of wonder filling her wide green eyes. “Are you telling me we’re miles away from Miami? In the middle of the Atlantic?”
Before Zach could confirm she had it correct, she jumped up on the bed, drawing his frown as she stood on tiptoes to press her face against the portal.
“Oh. My. God,” she breathed, her tone conveying awe, and if he wasn’t mistaken, a touch of excitement. As fast as she’d leapt on the bed, she hopped down and flew past him, the backpack clutched in one hand as he listened to her flying up to the first tier.
“Great, I’m not only stuck with a stowaway, but a lunatic as well,” he groused as he followed and found her standing on the port side deck, gazing in rapt pleasure across the ocean. Gone was the fear she woke with, likely brought on by his rude awakening. The sun picked up hints of red and blonde highlights in her unruly, poorly cut cap of short brown hair that seemed to suit her pixie face. With a squeal, she spun in a circle then stumbled to a stop when she faced him.
Flushing, those emerald green eyes didn’t shift away from him as she said with point-blank honesty, “I can’t explain.”
That was a new one, Zach mused with a touch of humor that didn’t last long. “Why?” he returned with just as much bluntness.
Her shoulders drooped and for a split second, so fast he may have imagined it, the fear on her face she’d awoken with returned. “I’m sorry, I just can’t. But, I promise I won’t get in your way-did you say you planned to be gone for several days?”
“Yes. Four days I was looking forward to spending alone, getting acquainted with my new purchase.” He swept out an arm to indicate the yacht.
“This boat looks big enough I can hole up somewhere and you’ll never know it-why’d you trade in your other boat? It was already one of the largest at the marina.”
God, he hoped her penchant for jumping from one topic to another wasn’t a habit. He might have to strangle her and toss her overboard if so. And why the hell did hearing her point out his extravagance produce a sense of guilt? He could afford a bigger yacht, so he bought one. It was that simple.
“It’s a yacht, not a boat. Look,” he stated, firming his tone and placing his fists on his hips. “It’s obvious I’m stuck with you, unless you annoy the hell out of me, in which case I’ll toss you overboard.”
Nonplussed, which again, surprised him, she quipped with a teasing smile, “Guess I better be good then. I’m hungry,” she announced as the loud rumble from her stomach made its displeasure known.
“Well, you know where the kitchen is. Don’t expect me to wait on you.” Pivoting, he took a few steps before tossing over his shoulder, “Pick one of the smaller staterooms to bunk in and stay out of mine.”
“Oh, heaven forbid the captain share his spacious sleeping quarters,” she taunted.
This time, the twinge of guilt prodded a curse from him, but his anger at this whole fucked-up excursion prevented him from turning around and shocking her with a small example of what he liked to do with women who shared his bed. He wondered how sassy she’d be if he yanked down those jeans and turned her ass a rosy red. Climbing the circular stairs leading to the top level, he decided to take out his frustration with his stowaway with a round of skeet shooting. Annihilating a dozen clay discs ought to help improve his mood.
Battling both escalating excitement and mortification from his close inspection of her most private parts and blunt talk, Sandie tried to calm her rapid heartbeat. She ignored the pang caused by his casual reference to their eventual parting of ways and admitted she wanted this, wanted him and any new, pleasurable experiences he was willing to give her. “It’s the outdoor exposure I never knew could be so pleasurable,” she told him, refusing to admit his wide, muscled chest and intent, blue-eyed gaze accounted for the majority of her heightened arousal. He didn’t need any more power over her.
“That so? Never ran around naked outside, huh? You’re more lacking than I thought. Too bad we only have these few days to show you what you’ve been missing.” Pulling out of her slick heat, he opened the clamps next. Straddling the lounge, he laid the metal clips attached by a connecting chain on her quivering stomach then palmed her breasts. “You have the prettiest breasts.”
Zachary’s compliment warmed Sandie as much as his hands, but she still winced when he gripped her nipples between thumbs and forefingers and pinched them into even tighter pinpoints. The slight sting zipped straight down to her sheath, adding another spate of dampness to what she felt dripping already.
“Another deep breath.”
His warning followed with a painful pinch on each tender bud as he snapped the wicked looking clamps around them at the same time. “Shit!” she gasped as the fiery torture enveloped her whole breast before transforming into a dull throb.
“Here, let’s get your mind on something else until you get used to them.” Reaching between her legs, Zachary flipped on the vibrators, setting up low pulses inside her vagina and rectum that brought nerve endings in both orifices to life.
“Oh,” she breathed, shifting her hips in an automatic response to the slow build-up of pleasure and enjoying the way he diverted her attention from the nipple pain.
“Not yet.” A sharp slap on her thigh punctuated his command right before he moved off the lounge and picked up another object that had her eyes going wide and alarm forcing her to tighten her grip on the bar above her.
“Just what do you think you’re going to do with that?” She could only imagine the sting the wicked looking, rawhide strip could produce.
“Well, unless or until you tell me no, I’m going to tease and torment your delectable body. You want to call it quits?” he asked again.
Sandie narrowed her eyes at the taunt, refusing to let him sway her now he’d finally agreed to give her what she’d been pushing for since first discovering herself stranded with him on this boat for a few days.
“I’ll let you know when you’ve gone too far, or I’m not having fun,” she assured him, thankful for his confirmation all she had to do was say so, and he’d back off. “But, aren’t you going to restrain my hands?”
“Not this time. I thought you might need the extra assurance of maintaining some control.”
His thoughtfulness warmed her, even if he’d given it with grudging consideration. But as he raised his arm, the warmth cooled and her bravado weakened. Slamming her eyes shut, she sucked in a deep breath and braced for the impact of that small instrument.