Seduced By My Doms BN by Jenna Jacob Page A

turning for
     another hour, it wasn’t until I decided to spend tomorrow researching and
     educating myself about BDSM that I finally fell asleep. My dreams were filled
     with James’ decadent voice, billowing silk scarfs binding my wrists, and his
     hard cock driving into me.
    I woke the next morning as exhausted as when I’d climbed
     into bed. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was half past eleven. Stretching and
     yawning, I climbed out of bed and completed my morning routine before padding
     to my office and booting up my computer. I wanted to learn all I could about
     the lifestyle in hopes that if we survived our first date I might get lucky and
     he’d ask me out again. Then maybe I could learn more about his particular
     cravings.
    By two-thirty, I’d drained a coffee pot and had gained more
     understanding about BDSM than the average ‘vanilla’ person. The research had
     occupied my mind…well, for the most part. Memories of our erotic parking garage
     adventure only wormed its way into my brain seven or eight hundred times, while
     wondering what kinky things turned James on. Hopefully they weren’t too
     outlandish, and I’d wake tomorrow morning lying naked in his arms after
     countless breath-stealing orgasms.
    Some of the information I’d gleaned centered on fetishes that dweebed me out. Things like urine and fecal play.
     Yuck. No thanks. I spent ten hours a day, cleaning up various body fluids, and
     never once did I find it the least bit arousing.
    Several other things intrigued me, though, like the image of
     a woman helplessly tied in a pretty harness of knotted rope. The thought of
     being powerless at James’ mercy sent my blood pumping. I read several articles,
     yet the concept of giving my power—or as I perceived it, my independence—to
     another person seemed weak and insanely foolish. Whatever was gained from such
     an arrangement remained a mystery. While I found the sites eye-opening, I
     couldn’t find what I wanted most: a BDSM manual that gave step-by-step
     instructions for beginners.
    Ignorance of the thing James enjoyed gnawed at me. If he
     were into rope, I’d probably try and let him tie me up. But if he liked whips,
     canes, and other implements of pain…it would be over long before it began.
     Staring at the toys designed to inflict pain, Drake’s words rolled through my
     mind.
    ‘Trevor likes pain…finds peace of mind and strength.’
    The meaning of his words took on a whole new context. I
     might not be wired for pain, but understanding the beneficial effects they
     provided, the gadgets didn’t seem quite so scary.
    Staring at a new image of another woman tied in red cotton
     rope, I studied the fat knot pressed against her clit. Her half open eyes
     appeared glassy and unfocused. Her upturned face with red painted lips opened
     on an apparent blissful sigh filled me with envy. I wanted to be that woman,
     bound and pulsing beneath the bundle of rope between her legs; experience the
     euphoria serenely stamped over her face.
    My cell phone rang. Still riveted to the arresting image on
     the monitor, I absently answered the call.
    “Hello.” Surprised by my low, husky tone, I swallowed
     tightly.
    “Did I wake you?” James asked in a deep, heart pounding
     voice.
    “No,” I blurted quickly. “I-I’ve been awake for hours.”
    “Am I interrupting something?” His question teemed with
     sexual innuendo, and filled me with a combo of guilt and embarrassment.
    “No. I’m not doing anything,” I lied. Quickly closing out
     the image, I tamped down my arousal. “What are you doing?”
    “I’m getting ready to head over to the hospital to check on
     Trevor and Drake. I thought maybe you’d like to ride along.”
    “Oh, I thought you were still there.”
    “No. Drake kicked me out about five-thirty this morning.
     Told me to go home and sleep after Mika and Julianna left.”
    I had no business getting emotionally invested in Trevor,
     but I couldn’t