"I love you, Anna." - Kline
Series: Fantasies Explored #2
Author: Natalie Dae
Publisher: Totally Bound
Release Date: December 8, 2015
Source: publisher for review
Buy Links: Amazon - B&N - Totally Bound
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Anna has another fantasy. Can Kline take her to the place she wants to be?
With another weekend away due, Anna requests that Kline take her to subspace during sex, somewhere he’s been several times but something she has so far failed to achieve. This time she’s intent on getting there, and with the help of her sexy-as-hell Dom, there’s no room for entertaining the fact she might not.
Kline wants to satisfy Anna’s every need and takes her to a new kind of hotel—one with a dungeon so he can use the facilities there to enable him to grant Anna’s latest desire.
Will they experience an off-the-charts-hot sexual experience that they’ll never forget?
In Thinking Kinkier, the second book in the Fantasies Explored series, Anna and Kline are trying to move forward after their tryst with Jack. How does inviting a third person into your bed affect a relationship? At first glance, it seems that Jack left very little lasting influence for Anna other than her love for Kline is stronger now. However, Kline was definitely thrown for a loop and is almost afraid that he'll lose his wife if he's not careful. Still wanting to explore Anna's kinkiest fantasies, he does so to keep her happy. This is where we find the couple in the second novella. While I enjoyed Thinking Kinkier, I felt it was not as sinfully sexy as the previous novella. The sex between them was hot, but it lacked the heat that I loved. Of course, I devoured it almost immediately after Think Kink and I jumped right into the last novella in the Fantasies Explored series because I couldn't wait to see how the series finale would play out.
I will be back on Friday with my review for Kinky Thinking, the final novella in the Fantasies Explored series.
Excerpt from Totally Bound
I needed him—now.
The anticipation of tonight, the luxurious weekend stretching ahead, had burned me inside and out all day. Thoughts of Kline, drifts of memories, and the teasing images of what he did to me had taunted, as though tangible—real things with a mind of their own that knew which buttons to press in order to torment me. He’d arrive home soon, but not soon enough, and we’d go to the hotel, play out our fantasies for hours until the time came to return here. To a life like any other, where no one except those at the BDSM club we attended knew our particular desires.
I had packed our things earlier—paddles, handcuffs, silk scarves and a slim vibrator—with almost idle movements, knowing many hours needed to pass before we’d actually use them. The rest of the day had been spent in tense expectancy in our new home, the hands on the clock shifting too slowly, the tick an interminable, mocking jeer in the background. I wondered, too many times to count, what Kline was doing at any given moment, envisaged him trying to get through the day like I was. Did he long to rush home during lunch, or take the afternoon off and whisk me away early? I hoped he did, hoped he wanted me as much as I wanted him.
And, God, did I want him.
A stiff breeze soughed through the open window, chilling my legs as I rested naked on our bed, suitcase beside me where Kline should have been. I looked at it, a poor substitute for the dark-haired, broad-shouldered man who had the ability to send me to my knees. To beg. To plead. To border on screaming the safe word just so that he would stop paddling or smacking, plunge inside me and fuck me senseless.
Nipples standing erect from more than just the cold air, I rose and walked over to the window, stared at the billowing curtains, more for something to do than anything else. I strained to hear the sound of his car as it rumbled up the lane running along the front of our property. We had previously lived in a New York City apartment block, our weekends away giving us the freedom to fuck and scream and come loudly without bothering the neighbours. But those weekends hadn’t been enough, and we made a snap decision to relocate to the outskirts where our house stood alone with no one to hear us at night—or during the day if we were home and had a mind to fuck. It had been a good decision, but the weekends away hadn’t stopped, and I wasn’t sorry about that. They were a special part of our relationship and always would be. We looked forward to them, and I was as eager now as I had been that first time, the promise of heady sex and being together with no stress a huge factor in keeping those weekend dates.
I sighed, wishing I heard his tyres crunching over the gravel drive, the popping sounds growing louder as he drew closer.
Closer to holding me in his arms and kissing the monotony of the day away.
Fuck, I loved him.
Natalie Dae is a multi-published author in three pen names writing in several genres. Natalie writes mainly BDSM erotica. She loves a Dom/sub relationship and is fascinated by how it all works. The trust issue is the best thing about it for her, so creating characters who have to adopt trust is one of her priorities. “Watching my characters bloom under tuition is such a treat,” she says. “I find it such a privilege to be able to write about something that makes me learn something new with every book.”
She lives with her husband and youngest daughter in England and spends her spare time reading—always reading!—and her phone, complete with Kindle app, is never far away. “I can't imagine not reading or writing,” she says. “It's a part of who I am. Without it I'd be more than a bit lost.”
Natalie has many more BDSM tales swimming around in her head, so her workload for the future is very full. “What better way to spend a weekend than writing?” she says. “Saturdays are my main writing days, so I get up, open up a work in progress and rarely leave the desk. Unless I really have to!”
She writes at weekends and is a cover artist/head of art in her day job. In another life she was an editor. Her other pen names are Geraldine O’Hara and Sarah Masters. Natalie also co-authors as Sarah Masters with Jaime Samms, and she co-authors with Lily Harlem under the name Harlem Dae.
Check out Natalie's other works HERE.