Review by Renee Rose
Erotic romance author Casey McKay has hit her stride with her new BDSM series. Bound, the third in the series, is a wonderful story about a romance in motion. Melissa has been dating Martin, the owner of an exclusive BDSM club for ten years. Despite their incredible chemistry, she’s still running scared–certain he’s going to break up with her at every turn and resistant to his continued suggestion of marriage.
So many romance stories are about new love. I think it can be harder to write about a couple who already have history, but McKay handles it well. She introduces external conflict, in the form of a stalking photographer who brings up PTSD in Melissa, who had been forced into sexual slavery in her early twenties. The internal conflict revolves around the heroine’s own sense of self-worth related to her past, which causes her to continually push Martin away.
Martin is a perfect dom– a blend stern and unyielding while they’re “in scene,” tender and caring when they’re not. And yet the couple’s relationship is a 24/7 Dominant/submissive relationship, which means the lines between scene and no scene are blurred.
I want to share with you the opening scene, which begins with Melissa not being able to sleep and trying to initiate sex with Martin in the middle of the night. I immediately fell in love with Martin after reading this scene:
Martin looked down at her, but judgment seemed to be the furthest thing from his mind. A look of concern crossed his features as he blinked out of his foggy haze. “I’m telling you it’s time to sleep.”
“I can’t.” It was a plea, the closest thing to a whine that would ever cross her lips.
“So you’re disobeying me?” His face darkened.
She almost argued with him, her chest tightening that he was disappointed with her. She wasn’t disobeying him, but she couldn’t make herself fall asleep. Then she realized why he was asking. “Yes,” she agreed.
“Hands,” he barked.
Melissa stretched her arms over her head and wrapped her hands around the wrought iron headboard. Martin secured her wrists in the handcuffs that permanently hung there. Something was already slipping into place, making her feel calm and he’d barely touched her. She was already nude, having shucked her clothes before attempting to seduce him. He rose from the bed, just a pair of boxer briefs clinging to his body.
Martin opened the closet door and rustled around before coming back to her. “Up.” He motioned for her to lift her legs in the air as he doubled over his belt.
She barely held back a groan. He could have at least left her hands free if he was going to force her to hold her legs up. But she had asked for this, beggars couldn’t be choosers. She promised herself she’d skip yoga in the morning, her core would be getting a workout tonight.
“Keep them up, or you’ll get extra,” he warned.
Bastard. He already knew she’d never be able to keep them raised the whole time. He did this on purpose. She wanted to call him names, but at the same time liquid gushed between her thighs. He knew exactly what she needed. And that was the very thing that was keeping her awake. “Yes, Master,” she murmured when he seemed to be waiting for a response.
His lips tilted up in the slightest of smirks, then he raised the belt and cracked it down across her ass.
Fire. Fire lit up her skin. She forgot to breathe. She barely could anyway with the angle her legs were in. The belt cracked again and she let out a shriek, her breath whooshing from her body as the second line of fire burned across her ass. The third one came quickly and she bucked her hips. Pulling on the restraints and twisting to the side. She rested on one hip and thrashed, the edges of the cuffs biting into her skin.
“Up.” Martin sat back on his heels, waiting patiently with the belt in his hand for her to get back in position.
It took another few seconds, forcing air in and out of her lungs before she rolled back and raised her legs again.
“What do you say?” He raised an eyebrow at her and waited.
It was their signal. He was asking her what she wanted to do. If she told him to stop now, he would—no questions asked. “More, please.”
He pushed her legs back further, wrapping his hand around the back of one knee. The stretch was uncomfortable, but his hand there meant she couldn’t move again, she felt grateful for it. “Three more, those you were already getting,” he explained. “Then the extra.”
“Thank you, Master.” She bit her lip as he swung the belt at full force. It jarred her, pushing her up the mattress despite his hold on her.
He swung again.
Her ass felt like one big, giant welt. A throbbing mass of pain. It shot right to her core.
Two more in quick succession and she hissed a curse out between her teeth.
“Almost done,” Martin assured her as he rubbed the leather over her abraded skin. He lifted the belt, adjusted his aim, and then swung.
She bucked her hips and pushed against him with her legs when the belt smacked her upper thighs. “Wait!” she yelled.
He lashed her again, in the same exact spot, not heeding her cry. But then he threw the belt to the floor.
She heaved out a sigh as he lowered her legs.
“Open up, buttercup.” He winked at her as he shoved his underwear down his hips.
Yum, right? The entire book has this sensitivity the push and pull of play vs. real life, dominance and caring. I recommend every book in this series–they just keep getting better and better! If you enjoy your BDSM with a thoughtful but demanding dom, hot scenes and a taste of intrigue, Bound is the book for you!