Dual Bondage: Roped and Tied (MFM)
Hollywood Cowboys 2

Professional Reviews

"I was given this book for my honest thoughts... This is not a short short book... It comes in under 150 pages.. So, let the review begin...Ms. Eliza is an outstanding author with work that will simply spellbind you. She finds that small little thought in your mind and turns into a full blown story. She will definitely make you squirm. It will make you hot with desire and wet with… well, if I have to tell you that... Then we need to get you reading more. This story was no different for Ms. Eliza. She continues the story from Any Way West and brings in a few new players. And believe me, they all want to play. Mariah is an Irish woman who is learning what she wants in her life because she already knows what she needs... Or should I say who she needs. She is stubborn to the core but just as passionate. She has come to America to make her dreams come true.... Maybe... but that dream just happens to be her boss. Trey runs his own production company with his partner Jake. Now if you read Any Way West, you will recall Jake and Trey's partnership. (Made you want to read now didn't I, haha). Anyway... Trey is a man with high morals... Or at least high morals where Mariah is concerned. The contract he has secured for this job they are on has more at stake than just money. Can Trey handle the consequences of his actions... Either way he turns, there is a price to pay. That is where Marc comes in... Marc can afford the prices of the consequences because his attitude is screw the consequences. That's his attitude about life in general... If you really want to know Marc's attitude - "I really don't give a shit what you think," that's Marc to the bone. Unless he is around Mariah, she brings out something in him he thought he lost a long time ago. The stakes are high when your heart is on the line. - just ask Mariah. Mariah has watched the man she has longed for has take anything and everything with a.... well... skirt to bed and she has had enough. Life is not getting any shorter and she is not getting any younger. With her mind made up, Mariah is ready to grab life by the... Ummm... Horns and take advantage of riding the bull! Or two... Hahaha. But once Mariah's true nature comes out, it may take both brothers to appease her appetite. Can the men handle this one little firecracker of a woman?? Together? Well... Let's see who will be tied and bound before the night is over... Don't tell me you are scared... Don't be! I promise they don't bite unless you ask!!!" -- Cecile, All I Want and More

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

Trey tried turning the handle, but the door was locked. He slipped his key in the lock and the tumbler turned. When he opened the door, the blast of cool air from the AC hit him right before the breath blew out of his chest.

The sight before him hurt worse than he imagined it would.

Marc was behind the desk, his back to Trey, cock level with Mariah’s mouth, and his hands were tangled in her hair as she sat in her chair.

“What the fuck is going on?” Trey snapped, keeping his voice cold and controlled under the circumstances.

When Marc turned his head to meet his eyes, the heated fury in Trey’s glare must have blazed. The level of the anger resounding through Trey, clear enough for anyone to see, challenged Marc’s.

Marc’s eyes narrowed, and, for a split second, Trey saw the real danger behind his brother’s defiant stare.

Mariah jumped, but Marc kept his hands steady and where they were, never flinching, firmly holding her in place.

Trey could see movement. Mariah fidgeted, moving her hands, but he couldn’t make out what she was doing. He could damn well imagine, and imagining fueled his rage.

The blank look Marc gave him said more than words. The dark warrior reared behind Marc’s eyes, reflecting Trey’s deadly gaze. The brothers’ visual standoff sent an undercurrent of danger whipping through the air. Marc’s body language said everything that needed to be said.

Trey realized he’d been forewarned, but he was too damn angry to care. In hindsight, he probably shouldn’t have come up behind Marc like that, especially knowing the devils his brother fought.

Damn it, Marc knew the rules regarding Mariah. He just had to test Trey’s boundaries to goad him. Only this time Marc miscalculated Trey’s patience. Mariah was the one thing Trey wouldn’t negotiate over.

“I asked a question,” Trey growled out and didn’t back down.

Finally, the light returned to Marc’s eyes, and he gave Trey a half smile. “Hello to you, too, bro. I thought I locked that door behind me.”

“Take your hands off my assistant,” Trey snapped.

The old stubborn expression passed over Marc’s face. He refused to relinquish his hold and didn’t let her go until Mariah managed to pry his fingers out of her curls. Finally, he released his grip and grinned, holding his hands up as if Trey had a gun trained on him. It was a good thing he didn’t.

“Just saying hello.”

Mariah fumbled some more behind the desk before she straightened her mussed hair and stood up.

To Trey’s horror, Marc bent to give her a slow, sensual kiss. She didn’t budge until he was finished, and then she ran her hand across her lips, her face clearly heated and her lips damp.

The pulse at Trey’s temple beat so hard his eyes twitched. He fisted his hands and forced himself to do an internal ten count. “If you’re finished mauling Mariah…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence.

Marc released a sarcastic laugh. “Not nearly finished.” He wasn’t grinning now. He had that old determined look that said I’ll-do-what-I-damned-well-please-and-fuck-anyone-who-tries-to stop-me.

Couldn’t he see how pissed Trey was? Marc knew better than anyone that easygoing or not, Trey had his limits, and when he reached them, he was the more dangerous twin. Trey wondered if Marc had totally lost his mind back in Afghanistan, or maybe he’d developed a death wish, because he’d never been fatally stupid before.

Trey mentally tested his own limits. He wasn’t there yet. Time to punch Marc’s buttons. “Nice bike,” he said, pushing back. “Smooth leather. Comfortable seat.”

“You touched my bike?” Marc’s narrowed-eyed stare shifted to the window.

“Hell, yes. You touched my assistant—”

“Psht!” An angry female voice interrupted them. Mariah’s fury beamed in on Trey. “Well, mister, you just better be holding on right there. Trey Barnes, are you comparing me with a motor bike?”

Trey would have enjoyed the way Marc grimaced at the term “motor bike,” if he wasn’t the one Mariah had singled out for her Irish temper. But then, neither of them was going to correct her.

Mariah’s brogue was rising and her cheeks flamed. Trey knew not to mess with her when that happened, but had his brother figured that much out....?

Marc’s grin resurfaced as he pulled her into his arms and crooned. “No, babe. Not any ‘motor bike.’ He’s comparing you with my custom Harley. Top of the line, best ride in the world, one of a kind, pure class.”

Charming her, huh? Apparently, the man wasn’t totally stupid after all.

Damn, if she didn’t tilt her head to the side and smile at Marc’s words, making Trey want to smash his fists into his brother’s smug grin.

Trey let out the breath he’d been holding until she snapped her attention back to him. She pulled away from Marc and stood, two fists on her hips. “You’d better be rephrasing that my ‘assistant’ to ‘location manager’ because I don’t assist, I manage, and furthermore, I don’t belong to anyone—let alone you.”

She spit out the word “you” with such vehemence Trey wondered how he would ever get her to come around to his side again. Now, it was his turn to hold up his hands in surrender. “Yup, got it. Sorry. You’re entirely right.” He didn’t know why he phrased it that way because he never thought of her as an employee or an assistant. She was an integral part of the business. It was all Marc’s fault that Trey was rattled.

Marc smirked at his apology...

 In the future, he’d have to be more careful about leaving Marc alone with Mariah, since she seemed attracted to his irresistible bad boy charms.

ADULT EXCERPT

Trey didn’t move. He just stared into her eyes, then dropped his forehead to hers and released a sigh. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, too full of him to move.

She savored the moment, allowing her body to adjust. Wow! When Marc warned her about Trey’s length, he hadn’t been kidding. She took all of Trey this way, but wondered if she could take the additional length when he pumped inside her. With his hands gripping her hips, he angled up and thrust, answering her unspoken question.

 “Do you mind if I’m not as gentle as you expected?”

Unable to answer, the pleasure took control and rode her hard. What more could she ask for?

“No?” he asked, and then smiled. “Don’t mind a little rough from me?” He moved inside her and watched as she opened her eyes in surprise with a groan. “Good, I guess not,” he said.

“Yes, yes, more.” She could take more—every beautiful inch of him. The sensation of having his body plunging inside hers felt lovely. She rode him, matched his strokes, and anticipated the building momentum. Her inner walls needed that friction, longed for it, in fact. Her internal heat rose, and she waited for that moment she couldn’t quite identify that would lift her from the world of the mundane into a world of sublime pleasure. It quickly approached. She felt herself balancing on the precipice.

Then, a second set of hands caressed her neck, sliding from behind, slipping around her waist, and moving up, cupping her breasts. She lifted her arms over her head, touched a rugged cheek, and wrapped her arm around Marc’s neck.

“Babe, you’re even prettier than I expected, almost naked.”

Almost? She wasn’t wearing a stitch.

“Love the shoes.”

She turned her head to accept his kiss with a smile on her lips. He’d seen almost every part of her that day in the office in broad daylight, but he was right about one thing. She hadn’t been naked.

Trey lifted his head and agreed with a dirty grin, “Me, too.” Then he took one nipple in his mouth and suckled.

Marc slid a hand up and cupped her other breast, massaging and tweaking the other nipple almost painfully as he nibbled her ear and down her neck. His other hand slowly slipped down her body until he found her swollen clit. “Oh, babe. You are so fuckin’ hot.”

Oh, God, oh God. That felt good—his fingers on her clit, his brother’s cock inside her, and God only knew who was watching.

He rubbed her sensitive nub and pinched it until her pussy clenched. The orgasmic spasms took over, leaving her panting, sweating—finally screaming. And with that impetus, Trey drove inside her harder, higher, faster. He arched deeper with one final thrust, and she felt his orgasm take him over, pulsing inside her until she came again.

Marc picked her up off his brother and carried her to the edge of the bed and cuffed her hands in front of her.

“What? Why, Marc?” she asked, bewildered.

“That would be ‘master’ to you. Do I need to punish you to teach you who’s in charge when I’m in the room?”

“No.” She lowered her eyes.

“No, what?” Marc slipped a rope through the cuffs and tied her to the bed.

“No, master.”

“That’s better.” He bent her face down on her knees, ass up. “Pretty ass, babe.” He separated her ass cheeks, reached between her thighs and lightly pinched her clit.

She jumped.

“Don’t move. Remember who’s in charge now.”

Mariah stilled. The tone in his voice was almost unrecognizable.

“Trust, Mariah. Remember?”

She nodded.

“No.” He slapped her ass and she jumped. “What do you say to your master?”

“Yes, sir, master.”

“You’ll make a wonderful sub. You learn fast.”

Then she felt the cold of the gel lube seep down her crack and his fingers touch the tiny bud at her back entrance. This was really happening.