Bound by Consent
From Scotland to London, Amsterdam, and New York, two women struggle to build an enduring relationship in the face of adversity.
Danger haunts fashion photographer, Bryana Austin, at every turn. Her ex is seeking revenge and will do anything to achieve her aim. Bryana needs a safe haven. Cassie offers her healing and protection but is the price too high?
Cassie Stuart is a Mistress in every sense of the word. Her Scottish castle boasts its own fully equipped dungeon. She is searching for the perfect submissive to make her life complete but she finds love instead. Will it be enough?
A chance meeting offers both Bryana and Cassie hope for the future if they can overcome the obstacles of the present.
“You expect me to get up on that?”
I eyed the horse and wrinkled my nose with distaste at the unpleasant odor emanating from the stained gray blanket covering its back before switching my gaze back to the butch dyke who’d ridden to my rescue. She had appeared out of the mist, mounted on an enormous, dark brown beast with evil eyes, with the other horse on a leading rein behind.
The woman, who’d introduced herself as Cassie Stuart, sat astride her mount with the easy confidence of someone who shared a close affinity with horses. With cropped dark hair and androgynous clothing, I had almost mistaken her for a man. Only the soft lilt of her voice betrayed her sex.
“It’s your choice, Ms. Austin.” Cassie glanced down to my feet then shrugged. “You either ride Tavish or face a five-
My day had started badly and then rapidly nose dived into a total disaster. Leaving me at a loss to understand how I’d ended up in this predicament. One minute I was driving along a discernible mountain road in early evening sunshine and the next... Nothing. Both the view and the road had suddenly disappeared, obscured by a blanket of white mist. I hit the brakes; expecting the car to slow and eventually stop but nothing of the sort happened. Instead Jazzy skidded off the road, gathering speed until it felt like she was flying, before eventually coming to a rest buried up to her axles in a sticky gooey mess of water and mud. I had no idea what damage had been done or how I was going to get her out and back on the road.
I shivered as the mist swirled around us. Although barely evening and still daylight, it might easily have been the middle of the night for all I could see. I momentarily regretted abandoning my shoes to the peat bog, but Jimmy Choo’s were never designed for a five-
How the hell does one mount something this tall without a ladder, especially dressed as I am in a tight skirt?
“Let me help you up, Bryana.” Before I had the opportunity to protest that I’d changed my mind, Cassie freed her feet from the stirrups and sprang from her horse in one graceful movement. Then, in the blink of an eye, she had manipulated me into a position where, with no apparent effort, she hoisted me onto the horse.
Without a saddle or stirrups, I was forced to wrap my legs around Tavish and hang onto his long, silky mane as Cassie led the way along the narrow mountain track. But worse was to come when the friction of the rough horse blanket against my crotch began to drive me toward a climax.
God! What is the matter with me?
Sex should be the last thing on my mind right now; yet the memory of Cassie’s strong hands gliding up my thighs, as she eased the pencil skirt up to enable me to sit astride Tavish, made me crave the satisfaction of a good hard fuck even more than the hot bath.
I prayed for a speedy end to this torment and forced myself to think of anything other than sex in the struggle to hang on to my sanity.
Whatever possessed me to accept a commission so far from civilization?
Why didn’t I insist that we do the photo shoot for Esmée’s new collection of designer tartan in my London studio rather than on some wild headland in the north of Scotland?
And, more importantly, why didn’t I have the sense to stay put at the hotel until morning, like the rest of the crew, instead of driving off in a rage when I discovered Esmée fucking the brains out of that stuck-
God! I must have been blind not to see what was happening right under my nose. Now I know why Esmée always insisted on Marisa as her model of choice. Though what she saw in that haughty stick insect, I couldn’t fathom and quite frankly didn’t care; they were welcome to each other.
What I did care about was that Jazzy, my much loved Jaguar XJS convertible, together with all my valuable photographic equipment, was now stuck fast in a peat bog at the back end of nowhere, leaving me no option but to perch on this disgusting, smelly animal en route to some God-
Auchtercairn, when it finally loomed out of the swirling mist, disproved one misconception – it was as far removed from a hovel as one could get. Several security lights, switched on automatically by our approach, revealed a large square tower that dwarfed the well-
A bevy of dogs rushed to greet us with a flurry of wagging tails and excited barks.
“Don’t mind them; they don’t bite,” Cassie shouted to be heard above the commotion; then, barely pausing to pet the furry heads, she crossed the stone-
I followed in her wake, admiring the swing of her firm ass. Although I would never be caught dead wearing a thick plaid shirt or worn jeans tucked into long leather boots, I had to admit they looked incredibly sexy on her.
Once we reached the landing, Cassie opened a studded wooden door then stood aside to allow me to enter. “Help yourself to whatever you need; there’s an assortment of bath oils to choose from, limitless hot water, and fresh towels in the press. Take as long as you want. I’ll need to see to the horses and then get Hamish to tow your car in before I fix us some drinks and a meal.” She paused; a frown creasing her brow as her gaze swept over my crumpled Giovanni d'Marco suit. “I’d better find you something more suitable to wear too.”
“Thank you.” The door shut with a solid clunk almost before I’d spoken. I turned eagerly toward the claw-
Twenty minutes later, I felt human again – clean, smelling of delicate white jasmine, a large towel wrapped sarong fashion around my breasts, and my long hair knotted at the nape of my neck. I explored the large room which was divided by a high partition. One side was fitted out as a luxury bathroom, and the other side furnished with an extensive range of fitness equipment reflected in a mirrored wall.
I shivered despite the warmth coming from the radiators; something about the modernity of all this hi tech equipment didn’t fit in with a late-
Do they lead to another room?
I knew it was none of my business to go poking around somebody’s private domain but the temptation to take a peek behind the mirror was overwhelming. I felt a bit like Alice in Wonderland faced with a button that read “push me.” I took a deep breath, placed one finger on the button, and the doors immediately slid apart with no more than a whisper.
Certain I was dreaming, or had fallen down the proverbial rabbit hole, I stepped into a fantasy world: a windowless room with a vaulted ceiling which, I guessed by the roughness of the gray-
Oh joy! I could hardly believe my luck stumbling into this pleasure palace. My insides clenched as my imagination ran riot with various erotic scenarios; with the right mistress to exact punishment, this discovery could lead to a whole lot of fun.
Hold it. The sensible part of my brain took over. Tempering my excitement with some pertinent questions.
What is all this stuff doing in a remote Scottish castle?
Who apart from Cassie Stuart lives and plays here?
I fingered one of the spaghetti-
“Ah, I see you discovered my playroom.”
Heat crawled across my cheeks at being caught in the act. I spun around clashing with Cassie’s sensual gaze. My heart fluttered in my chest as I took in the disarmingly sexy woman lounging casually against the doorframe. Although she still wore her jeans and those knee-
“I’m sorry; I...I didn’t mean to...” The words dried in my throat as Cassie dropped the handful of clothes and advanced toward me. I immediately broke eye contact and hung my head, falling easily into the familiar role of submissive, my body on fire in anticipation of the pain-
“Look at me, Bryana.” Cassie hooked one finger under my chin and forced my head up. I wrinkled my nose at the faint aroma of horses overlaid with sandalwood soap that lingered on her skin.
“Open your eyes.” Gone was the soft lilt of earlier, replaced by an authoritative tone that commanded obedience and respect.
I obeyed. What else could I do? My brain was programmed to follow orders from a Domme.
Cassie’s fingernail scored a path down my throat and into the valley between my breasts, drawing a gasp from my lips. A rush of arousal flooded my cunt with hot juices.
“You want to play?” Cassie held me hostage with her hypnotic gaze. I couldn’t breathe properly.
I nodded, mutely. There was never a question in my mind.
“Say it… Out loud. Tell me what you want.”
“I want to play,” I confirmed, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Do you know what you’re getting into?” There was a hint of irritation in her voice.
Can I place my trust in a complete stranger?
I’d never thought twice about playing with a total stranger in a club, but this was a very different situation; here there would be no dungeon monitors on hand to protect me if the play got out of control. Common sense said I ought to call a halt now, while I still could. I opened my mouth to tell Cassie that I’d changed my mind. Then hysterical laugher bubbled up in my throat. Who was I kidding? This had gone way past the point of no return. Even though she had yet to do anything specific, Cassie had somehow turned me into a jabbering wreck begging for release from the torment raging within both mind and body.
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Lesbian Romance, Suspense / Thriller, BDSM
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