Series: Blasphemy #1
Published by Self-Published on October 11th 2016
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From the ruins of an abandoned church comes Baltimore’s hottest and most exclusive BDSM club. Twelve Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy...
He thinks he caused her pain, but she knows he’s the only one who can heal her…
Kenna Sloane lost her career and her arm in the Marines, and now she feels like she’s losing herself. Submission is the only thing that ever freed her from pain and made her feel secure, and Kenna needs to serve again. Bad. The only problem is the Dom she wants once refused her submission and broke her heart, but, scarred on the inside and out, she’s not looking for love this time. She’s not even sure she’s capable.
Griffin Hudson is haunted by the mistakes that cost him the only woman he ever loved. Now she’s back at his BDSM club, Blasphemy, and more beautiful than ever, and she’s asking for his help with the pain he knows he caused. Even though he’s scared to hurt her again, he can’t refuse her, because he’d give anything to earn a second chance. And this time, he’ll hold on forever.
Laura Kaye has done it again….She delivers yet another heart pounding, sexy as sin, noteworthy romance! What brought Bound To Submit to the forefront was how it had so many great elements that worked seamlessly together. The first book in the series is about Kenna and Griffin.
Kenna is the entire package. She is a beautiful young woman, a marine vet who happens to be a magnificent inspirational speaker. Considering how she positively affects other people’s lives you would think that she has it together but she is far from it. She is completely unsettled. Ever since she left the lifestyle and joined the military she’s felt this way. She knows just the one thing that could fix her but having been rejected once before she is hesitant to approach the situation again.
For years Dom Griffin has tried to get the-one-that-got-away out of his system but no matter how many years passed or how many other women he has tied up Kenna has always been in his heart and in his mind. She’s been gone for so long that when she unexpectedly reappears at his very own club he could barely process it.
This is what kept me tethered to the story… how Griffin was going to act upon this opportunity to make things right. I won’t give much more away but what I will say is Laura Kaye delivers us a beautifully written, second chance romance with very strong BDSM tones.
If this is your thing… pick this one up! You are bound to enjoy the first installment of the Blasphemy series as much as I did! Personally, I can not wait to meet the other Masters…
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Later, in the car on the way home, with happiness and two rare cocktails flowing through her, Kenna’s joy made her so damn horny that she couldn’t stop shifting her legs. The second they got in the door of her apartment, she was gonna climb Griffin and ride him until neither of them had bones left in their legs.
“You’re killing me, Kenna,” he said from behind the wheel of the sleek Audi A7.
Her eyes flashed to him. “What?” she asked, though she could hear her arousal in her voice. No doubt he could, too.
“You turned on and it’s driving me insane.” He cut a knowing look her way.
“I can’t help it. You make me want you.”
“Fuck, baby. That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day. Push your pants and panties down and make yourself come. I want to watch. I want to hear you. I want my car to fucking smell like you.”
A thrill shot through her, and she did as he told her. She slid down in her seat and let her knees fall open, and then she touched her pussy, her fingers immediately finding evidence of just how turned on she was.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath. They came to a stop at a light. “Finger yourself for me.” She did, throwing her head back on a moan.
“Christ, Kenna. I don’t know how I’m gonna wait to get in you.” He adjusted the bulge in the front of his jeans.
“Keep touching yourself like that,” she whispered. “Squeeze your cock and think about fucking me while I masturbate for you.” The groan he unleashed added urgency to the sensations spiraling between her legs. “God, Griffin.”
His gaze flashed between the road and her, his mirrors and her, and the road and her again. He turned off the music so that only her breathing and the wet sounds of her hand’s movements filled the luxury sedan.
And then it was all too much. “May I please come, Sir? May I please come?”
“God, yes, Kenna. Come. And know that I’m gonna be on you the second I park this goddamned car.”