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Description
[Siren Sensations: Erotic Consensual BDSM Romance, BBW, public exhibitionism, shibari, edge play, blood play, knife play, sex toys, HEA]
Mallory has a crazy, overbearing uncle, college, a job, and the best friend any woman could ask for. She enjoys her time at the BDSM club, but sheās no skinny rope bunny. She certainly isnāt looking for love when handsome rigger and photographer Kel volunteers to play with her.
Had Kel known the beautiful, curvaceous woman wanted to be suspended, he wouldāve volunteered a long time ago. Sheās a gorgeous, full-figured woman heād love to put his handsāand marksāall over. Still, her personal situation makes him reluctant to get involved. Not to mention he worries his darker side and love of edge play will scare her away.
When push comes to shove and another rigger moves in, Kel stakes out his territory, pleasantly surprised to discover Mallory wants to become his canvasāand nurture her own darker desires. The problem is, can they overcome the legal nightmare her uncle tosses at her, or will it tear them apart?
A Siren Erotic Romance
Excerpt:
Malloryās first impression of the renowned rigger was that of a creepy middle-aged guy desperately trying to recapture his youth.
But she knew sheād have to keep it together so she didnāt disappoint Kel. She wanted him to be proud of her, to do a good job so that, maybe, itād give her a chance to be more to him than just a friend and roommate and play partner.
So after Jaymzon and his three guys brought their equipment into the club and got everything set up, and sheād filled out and signed all the release forms, she played along with Jaymzonās banter, his sexy teasing, his not-so-subtle innuendoes that probably worked on many of the models he dealt with.
She could play the game as well as anyone else.
But she kept her focus, whenever possible, firmly on Kel.
That was the only way she knew she wouldnāt lose her composure and end up embarrassing herself and Kel, both.
Jaymzon wanted to start with the most difficult rigs first, progressing to the easier stuff later as energy levels and stamina lagged. During the first rig, which involved a crazy mix of colored plastic cling wrap, bubble wrap, chains, and some barbed wire, she forced her brain to settle and focus on memories of playing with Kel, how it felt to have his hands on her, ignoring the not-so-accidental incidental contact Jaymzon had with her breasts or between her legs while doing the initial rigging.
Kel acted very quiet. Whether because it was a shoot and he was trying to stay out of the way, or for some other reason, she couldnāt tell. Although it seemed his usually placid expression looked far darker than she ever remembered.
Except for when heād shown up to rescue her from her uncle.
Jaymzon was going for a weird industrial fusion vibe and had set up a chain fall to do the actual hoisting. She was a little surprised when Kel stepped in, insisting on fully testing the rig to his satisfaction before allowing the actual suspension to go forward.
Jaymzon stood there, arms crossed over his enormous and likely steroid-assisted pecs, as Kel checked it out.
āYou donāt think I know my job?ā the older rigger asked.
Mallory suspected from the manās tone of voice that he wasnāt used to people challenging him. And that he damn sure didnāt like it.
Kel, outweighed and a couple of inches shorter than the man, didnāt flinch. āSheās my model,ā he said in a tone she didnāt quite recognize. āYou of all people should understand that responsibility. Sheās here because I asked her to fill in, and itās her first gig.ā
Well, okay, Kel hadnāt exactly asked her, but Mallory wasnāt about to correct him.
Jaymzon held up his palms, placating Kel. āWhoa, chill. Didnāt mean any disrespect.ā Then the rigger looked at her, his gaze narrowing and a smile filling his face, chilling her.
Mallory fought the urge to shudder in revulsion.
* * * *
Fuck. Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fucking christ why the hell did I tell him it was her first fucking gig?
He might as well have dropped a slab of raw cow inside a pit of starving lions and expected them not to pounce. Itād been hard enough on him watching the man pawing at Mal while heād rigged her. This was a far different scenario than when she played with his friends during a scene.
His friends werenāt trying to poach her out from under him, were only interested in topping her, not taking her from him. His friends recognized boundaries and never did anything she didnāt want done.
Jaymzon turned his back on Kel and walked over to where Mal was motionlessly waiting in the tied rig for the suspension portion to continue.
āYour very first gig, huh?ā He chuckled. āKel didnāt warn me I had a virgin. Had I known that, I would have brought more gear. Iām always on the lookout for new talent.ā
Kel knew his next words risked farking both his relationship with Mal, as well as jeopardizing the job he was currently doing. āMy other model flaked out at the last minute today. I couldnāt get another one to replace her in time. When I said Mal is my model, I wasnāt specific enough. Allow me to clarify. I meant Mal is mine.ā