Bound by Fate by Lee RushThe story of two people who are given a second chance to make their dreams come true as they explore their mutual interest in BDSM.
James and Annie are mature adults who meet on line and discover a powerful attraction that grows stronger as they explore their mutual interest in BDSM. When they meet in person the attraction they felt online grows into full fledged love and their online exploration of the master and slave lifestyle spills into reality.
But even the bond of love they have built isn’t enough to sustain their relationship in the face of obstacles which neither can alter. After their relationship is torn apart, their love nearly destroyed, fate steps in and allows them another chance. ”
Bound by Fate” is the story of two people who are given a second chance to make their dreams come true.
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Bound by Fate (Sample Chapter)
A Forbidden Experience
© Lee Rush and Black Velvet Seductions, 2013
Christiane looked out over the fairgrounds and wondered which way she should turn next. The sounds of different interpretations of jazz melded more than clashed as they filled the air. She knew from the articles she had read that the jazz festival drew people from all over the country and even some from other countries. The different accents and languages she heard proved that. The soft southern drawl, the twang of the Midwest, the French accents, and Spanish were melodies of the world's voices as the people milled about between various venues.
And the smells! She didn't need to look around to know that she was getting close to the food courts. Her nose was assailed by so many known and unknown smells. Some odors brought delicious food to mind. Others hinted at new and wondrous things to try. Cajun spices mixed with the rich scent of thick barbecue sauces, the homey smell of southern fried chicken, and the sweet unmistakable smell of marvelous pralines so well known in this city.
Jostled repeatedly by the moving throng, she managed to move further down the fairway before giving up and moving to the side where she could look over the program again. When she had decided which group she wanted to hear, she looked up to get her bearings, then looked at her watch. They wouldn't be starting for almost an hour. The way her stomach was rumbling and her mouth was watering from the myriad smells, she decided to check out the food court in earnest before making her way to the performance stage.
The Cajun food smelled wonderful but she had a feeling it wouldn't do much good for her stomach. At her age the pralines would add a pound or two so they were vetoed as well. Another short walk down the fairway as she tried to decide. Port of Call, the sign was at the right side of the fairway. She stopped suddenly, causing the people behind her to run into her and mutter about tourists. She couldn't even voice an apology as she stood there, staring at the sign, her heart rate rising. She didn't even realize that she had been nudged to the side of the walkway. Port of Call was a popular restaurant from town. She recognized it immediately as one she wanted to avoid. The restaurant reminded her too much of the man who had made her familiar with it for her to want to eat there.
They had met online and gotten acquainted slowly over a few months. The chats were few and far between and mostly innocuous in the beginning. He told her about his life…his marriage that left a great deal to be desired, though it had gone on for many years and had been maintained for the "honor and responsibility" and because he had given his word before her death from cancer.
They had talked about his avocation that had become his life's work and the things he had found on the web and how they influenced his current situation. They had talked about his interest in a way of life based on a series of books that appealed to his way of looking at the world around him.
She had told him about her husband who had been so ill, so close to death and the changes his illness had wrought in their relationship. She had shared the details of her current situation and her hopes for the future that had somehow looked so dim.
She remembered the tantalizing talk of shared showers, the late night chats over "cheesecake and coffee" and found herself falling into a growing affection for him, despite her self-made vows not to get involved in that manner. The relationship with her husband had been a good one until his health issues changed him so much, as to be almost unrecognizable as the same man she had loved.
This new man showed her a different world. He was basically living out most people's dreams. He lived on a beautiful and semi-remote island, diving on ancient ruins not for fortune but to gain knowledge. He told her stories of things and places she had only read about.
She had kept a copy of all the chats they shared and had read them so many times they were engraved on her mind, almost word for word. The first time they engaged in cybering was three and a half months after they met online. They had begun with the coffee and cheesecake scenario they had indulged in before but then he'd had to leave to attend to "real life" matters. He promised to return as soon as he could. She had been disappointed, but stayed at her computer, playing solitaire until he returned. His first words when he came back echoed in her mind.
"What do you want from this, kitten," he asked, using her screen name.
"I don't know, really. I do know that I am attracted to you and I want this to continue. Is that enough of an answer for now?"
"And I'm attracted to you. I have been since we met. As long as you understand where I'm going and what I'm looking for, I think we can make this work."
Then he had gone on to explain the tenets of this new "world" he had found and wanted to enter. The world was based on books and the ideas conveyed therein. As he continued to explain, she felt a sadness creeping into her heart. The things he was saying…if that's what he really wanted, she knew it wouldn't be with her. It couldn't be…not the way she had been brought up. Men and slaves…exciting thoughts to play at but in real life? She had become too independent over the years to see herself in that role.
Then the words she had longed to hear: "In the meantime, if you would like to cyber, scene…I'm up for that. I've always had visions of pouring chocolate syrup over you and then licking you clean."
She had giggled and blushed as she read his words.
"That sounds so yummy. Can I tell you something?"
"Listens, while gazing at the lovely lady."
"I said I was attracted to you. This feeling…I can't really explain it."
"It's…I don't know what to say, I just feel like I need to say something here. There's only been one for me…and right now, I just feel like I'm losing…I can't explain it. I'm not saying this to make you feel bad, or elicit sympathy or anything, simply stating facts. It feels like part of my heart is tearing…or…I don't know, I can't find the words and I should be able to. I'm sorry."
"Kitten, that's why I asked. I have no intention of playing foot loose and fancy free with your feelings
"I understand, James, thank you for that. I can give you part of me, but not all of me…if that makes any sense to you, not now at any rate."
"As long as we both understand that. I wanted to clear this up before we went any further. I will never trash or trample on your feelings. In my humble opinion, online is too near real life and boundaries tend to blur quickly."
"I know they do. I know somebody who met somebody here. She left her husband …a man who was a minister and her childhood love…and ran away to be with him. The last I heard she was pregnant and abandoned some place in upstate New York."
"Not a happy ending," his words flowed across the screen.
"No, it wasn't, for either of them. Her husband was heartbroken and didn't understand any of it."
"No, unless people get involved in online activities, they don't understand it."
"I know that I let my boundaries blur sometimes, but I do know where they lie. I've met some wonderful people here and gotten to know some I would never have had the chance to meet. Like you. Just stating the facts here," she typed.
"We needed to do that."
"Yes, we did. I'm better now…I've got a grip on myself."
"Smiles, knowing where I'd like to grip you."
Her heart had almost burst then. The idea that he wanted this with her, even if only online, brought her so much happiness. She had been without for so long because of her husband's medical problems. The words on the screen sang to her lonely heart, filling some of the darker spaces with a shining light.
She remembered the way she had stood quietly in that cyber room while he ripped her clothes off and then walked around her, inspecting that which he now "owned". She remembered the way she had typed that she quietly trembled, looking up into his steel blue eyes, her legs shaking as he walked around her. In reality, she had tried to be serious, tried not to giggle and seem too silly, but she was so happy, it was difficult to keep it out of her words as she typed. His words indicated his desire to just take her without any preamble, and then he had leaned in and whispered, his breath ruffling the hair above her ear.
"Such a sexy woman that wants to belong to me."
He held her close in the cybering, murmuring about months of pent-up desire being released at last. He brushed her hair back and she turned her head to nuzzle his hand. He entwined his fingers in her hair and pulled her even closer. More words from his sweet lips against her ear.
"Unimaginably happy, sweet woman."
She had gazed at the screen filled with his words that touched her heart and made her body feel warm and wonderful. She was enveloped in a happiness she hadn't felt in a long time.
Her arms slid around him as he held her and her head dropped back to look up into his eyes again, a soft smile on her lips, her heart pounding with happiness. Then he kissed her passionately and she moaned in the kiss…actually moaning as she sat there at the computer, her hands poised over the keys, waiting for his next words.
"Months in coming…so very, very sweet."
"So long to wait, Sweet Man…and such a reward for waiting."
His hands had moved over her body, exploring every detail of her warm flesh. She had reveled in the words he typed and had answered in kind. She clung to him, enjoying the warmth of his hands on her skin, pressing close as his hands moved down. Her mouth nibbled at his lips as his hands moved to her thighs, her ass, the very tips of his fingers lingering on her ass. She whimpered against his neck after the kiss broke, her back arching hard to his hands. His words of reality…they had waited this long and all he wanted to do was just take her then and there…no ifs ands or buts about it. Her answer had been hissed between clenched teeth…a simple `yesssssss'.