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Jun 7, 01:00 PM

Bound To EcstasyWarning!

This is a REALLY HOT excerpt.

(Sexually Explicit) 

"Do you think you're man enough for the job?"

"I'm sure of it. But, as they say, it takes two to tango. I can't do this alone."  

"The other day, I overheard a couple Generation X associates joking about how I wouldn't be such a bitch if I got laid. I could have had them fired on the spot. But I didn't. Do you know why?"


"Because I think they're right." Patricia chuckled bitterly. "They call me Ms. Piranha. Instead of sleeping my way to the top, they say I've eaten men alive to get there."

"Tricia, you excel at what you do. The investments you made for me paid off tenfold. Men can be crass when it comes to a woman holding her own in their world."

"Yes, but Marc, what price have I paid to get there? I'm so fucked up! I don't know how to be a woman anymore."

"You've recognized that, and now we're going to do something about it."

"You aren't afraid I will eat you alive?"

"My dear, that should be your concern, not mine."

"Confident, aren't you?"


"Dr. Dick thinks you are a natural alpha male, and that you can handle my proclivities. Is he right?"

"You wouldn't be here if you didn't think so."

"Why do you think I'm here?"

"To find out who you really are. Your career is not you. The real you is sending you messages in dreams, and screaming at you to stop pushing what you really want into your shadow."

"Great! I get up from Freud's couch and lie down on Jung's. What is it with you guys? Everything I say or think is psychologically categorized and analytically pigeonholed!"

"Why does that make you angry, Tricia?"

"Because I am so fucking sick of it! I don't want to talk about it or think about it anymore. I just want to turn off my mind and feel!"

"Feel what?"

"Anything! Maybe that's why my dreams are becoming more intense. It's getting harder for me to feel anything. At least with a leather strap across my ass, I feel something!"

"And what if we make that more than a dream? What if we make it real?"

Patricia's stomach tightened. "I don't know if I can do that."

"All you have to do is to trust me, and allow yourself to feel. I'll do the thinking."

"Now there's a scary thought!"

Marc chuckled. "What, you don't believe I'm capable of thinking?"

"You're a shrink. Who knows what you're capable of."

"Shall we get started?"

"Now? Just like that?"

"I don't see why not."

Patricia glanced at her bag on the chair. "You're not going to let me check in while I'm here, are you?"

"Absolutely not! If need be, I will lock your Blackberry in the closet, if you find it too much of a temptation."

"You don't need to lock it up. Just put it somewhere where I can't see it."

Marc took the purse and put it in the closet. When he opened the door, Patricia glimpsed what seemed to be a skirt, among other garments hanging on the rod. "What do you have in there?"


"Costumes? Halloween isn't for several months."

"My dear, those aren't for Halloween. They are for our sessions."

"You can't be serious!"

"I am absolutely serious. In the notes Philip took, there are some colorful descriptions of the clothes you've mentioned. I thought it a good idea to invest in a few of the things that recur in your dreams and fantasies."

"That's a bit extreme, isn't it?" The reluctance Patricia felt did not quell her curiosity. She strained to see the closet contents behind Marc.

Marc closed the door. "What's in there will be seen and used when I decide it is appropriate, not before."


"Yes, really. We will start slowly, to make sure you can handle this scene."

"And what do you know about this particular scene?"

"Enough." As Marc stood looking down at her, Patricia noticed his expression changed. The lines in his face became more defined, and his ruggedness evident.

"Do you know you look like Sean Connery when you get serious?"

"You've mentioned that before. I don't see it."

"I do." He didn't look away and neither did she. The challenge in his eyes drew her in. She knew he meant to see this through. She waited for him to make the next move.

"I think we need to establish some ground rules, which in this space, will be obeyed."

"All right, what are they?"

"First and foremost, I am in charge. You do not call the shots here. I do."

"And if I don't agree to that?"

"There's the door. Don't forget your Blackberry on the way out."

Marc moved from in front of the closet door. Patricia could see he meant what he said, and would not try to convince her to stay. She also saw an erection growing in his trousers, which he made no attempt to hide. For the first time in many months, her clitoris pulsed with anticipation.  "I'm not leaving. I accept your condition. What else?"

"You agree to play the role I select. Some will be familiar to you from your dreams, others may not be. There may also be times when we will be ourselves. Whatever it is, you agree to follow my lead and wear what I choose."

"I'm not much of an actress. But if that's what you want, why not?"

"I also reserve the right to discipline you if you over step your boundaries or break the rules. That includes being a bitch and mouthing off inappropriately."

"I can't wait to hear you ask ‘Who's your daddy?' while I'm over your knee."

"That is a distinct possibility, given your mouth."

"Do you know you have a hard on?"

"Yes. I'm not yet ready to do anything about it yet."

"And when you are?"

"You'll be the first to know." Marc came closer, standing directly in front of her, his erection only inches from her face. "There are two more things we need to discuss."

"Which are?"