Sigmund Bermudez has spent the last year out of the BDSM scene, mourning the death of his father and rebuilding the family business. When he loses a bet to his bodyguard that Madame Eve won’t locate a woman who’s down with his type of kink, he finds himself committed to a date he’s not sure he’ll enjoy.
Lauren Elser has heard about kinky escapades from one of her more challenging patients, but has never taken part in one. When offered a chance to explore this undiscovered side of herself courtesy of 1Night Stand, she jumps at it.
Neither of them is prepared for the emotional rollercoaster that comes with their date, and soon shibari bondage play turns into so much more. The only problem, is Sig’s not ready to open up and Lauren doesn’t want to be sued again. But if they work past the issues, there’s a world of wonder in store.
She gripped the glass tight, took a sip, and then exhaled after swallowing. Where she’d gotten the nerve to be brazen surprised her, but no time to change her mind now. She straightened her back and followed him into the room. He flipped the light switch and two white lamps flickered on. He motioned to the dresser and she took a good look. At least eight different rope chains were laid out on top. All of them with varying lengths and diameters, and the colors ranged from red to purple, the colors of the rainbow.
“You’re interested in submissive rope play, or as some call it, shibari?” He was so forthright with this question, like he expected it to scare her away. Instead she wanted to get closer, respecting his choice to keep everything black and white. No blurry gray lines. No false pretenses.
“Then let’s get started.” He moved forward.
She instinctively put her arms out. “What? But... I don’t know anything about you.”
“The info sheet Madame Eve provided didn’t tell you anything?” One eyebrow lifted in question. He shrugged out of his suit coat and hung it in the closet.
“Uh...” Rational thought fled as his meticulous, manicured fingers rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing tanned skin and a smattering of dark arm hair. Did it cover his chest? “Those were basic facts. What about family, relationships, expectations?”
He tugged at the bottom of his shirt now, untucking it from the waistband and she caught a flash of a silver belt buckle. “Tell me all those things.”