Bound to Me
Bound to Me
When exploring her dark desires ruins her marriage, Katherine Robertson moves back to the small town she once called home. Completely content in the life she’s built around friends and family, she ignores her need for something dark, something taboo, something…more. That is until a flat tire puts her in the path of the one man that can meet all of her needs.
Jack Kincaid comes from a long line of dominant men. His need for control in the bedroom calls for a very specific woman. He can’t believe his luck when he stumbles on sweet, submissive Katherine changing a tire in the middle of the night. He’s instantly drawn to the petite spitfire and vows to bind her to him body and soul. However, both of them are unaware an enemy has put them in the crosshairs of a deranged killer intent on possessing Katherine for his own.
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary
Length: 51,646 words
BOUND TO ME
Piper Flynn
EROTIC ROMANCE
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BOUND TO ME
Copyright © 2015 by Piper Flynn
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First E-book Publication: August 2015
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Epilogue
About the Author
BOUND TO ME
PIPER FLYNN
Copyright © 2015
Chapter 1
Katherine knew she should have just ran over the ugly little critter, but something about those beady black eyes and homely face tugged at her heart strings. So she’d swerved to miss the fat possum, or as her father used to call them, the speed bumps of the south, and now found herself the proud owner of a flat tire. Add to that the fact it was just after midnight, her cell phone battery was dead, and she was in the middle of a country road and her crappy day was complete.
Luckily tire changing was something her father considered part of a well-rounded education, Katherine thought as she trudged to the back to get out her hot pink spare tire changing kit, a gift from her dad. Every car repair accessory she had was neon pink or a cheetah print, God save her from an internet-savvy parental unit. After retrieving her tools from the back, she’d surveyed the damage. The wheel wasn’t bent, that was one plus. A noise to her right had her jumping in fright. A quick look showed the cause of her current problem was making her way back across the road at a leisurely pace. A look and a hiss were the only thanks she got from the rat-like creature as she once again passed in front of her vehicle.
“Ungrateful critter,” Kat muttered as she hunkered down to remove the blown tire. Three lug nuts in and high beams cut through the darkness. Kat moved over to give the driver plenty of passing room and felt her heart trip into double time when the car instead slowed and pulled over not far from her own. It was closing in on one in the morning. Upstanding citizens weren’t thick on the ground around that time. Hopefully this wasn’t a serial killer marveling at fate giving him an idiot, alone at night.
The car door opened and a long leg preceded an equally large masculine body. Kat changed her grip on the pink tire iron. A girl couldn’t be too careful. If she needed to crack his skull, a firm grip was required. “I’m almost finished, Mister. Thanks for stopping but I’ve got it under control,” she called out, hoping he’d just fold that big body back into his car. Damn, he kept coming. “Seriously, it’s okay.” She’d taken a cautious step back even as she flexed her hold on the tire iron.
The large man stopped directly in front of her. Holy Hotness was the first thought to run through her tired mind. Real men did not look like this one. Sure, she was a romance-paranormal junky and in those books you couldn’t throw a rock without hitting a gorgeous, yet misunderstood hunk of love, but this was Barton County, Kentucky. You’d be more apt to hit a beer belly with aforementioned rock. Tall, dark hair, dark eyes, rugged face…check, check, check, and check. Her girly parts actually did a little happy dance. Down girls, Ted Bundy was handsome too. “Really, don’t trouble yourself. I can change a flat tire in no time. Besides, you’ll ruin your clothes if you start messing around with that greasy old thing. Since you’re dressed so uhmm, nicely and everything.” Wow Kat…that sounded really stupid.
“My mother would skin me alive if I passed by a lady in need.”
Deep rumbly orgasm-inducing voice… check, Kat thought when he spoke. “I won’t tell her, nor will the masses of witnesses here.” Smart, Kat, really smart. Be snarky to a potential serial killer slash rapist, slash murder, slash robber. Of course, if he really was any of those things he hadn’t made a move on her yet and
lord knows her gawking had given him plenty of time.
As if sensing her unease the man shoved his hands into his pockets and tried to look less intimidating. “I’m Jack Kincaid. I’d offer to shake your hand, but I’m afraid you’re going to beat me with that tire iron if I make a move toward you.” Kat was glad he couldn’t see the embarrassed flush that climbed up her face.
“Nothing personal. It’s just late and dark and you are really, really big and strange. Oh shit, I meant strange in that I don’t know you. Not as in strange in your mind, or rather strange to my mind. And I don’t mean big like fat, I mean your body is big, well what I can see is big. Not that I want to see what I can’t see to see if it’s big. I’m sure you’re big everywhere, not there. I mean not that you aren’t big there…good Lord, why am I rambling like an idiot? Look, I’ve got this taken care of, I appreciate you stopping to help but please go ahead and go home. I’ll be fine, almost finished actually.”
Jack couldn’t help the huge grin splitting his face. She was delightful. Unfortunately, he was going to have to make her a little uncomfortable because he wasn’t leaving her to change a tire. He couldn’t. It went against his core beliefs. Women were to be cherished and protected. “I know you aren’t comfortable with the situation, but there’s no way I’m letting you change that tire. You are to be admired for your caution, but I can get it done in a fraction of the time. The look on your face tells me you’re going to be stubborn about it so you have three options—stand there patiently while I change your tire, call an emergency service and I’ll stand here with you until they arrive or continue to attempt to change the tire and find yourself over my knee… and I’m still going to be the one changing it when I’m finished. Choose.”
Kat knew her mouth was hanging open. “Did you really just threaten to spank me?”
“No, I gave you a choice. Now if you choose the last one I’d be more than happy to introduce you to the pleasure of a good spanking.” Jack felt his interest perk even more when that delicate little hand fluttered unconsciously to her bottom and she licked her lips.
Kat was ashamed to admit the thought of him putting her over his knee and smacking her ass was a huge turn-on. The visual it evoked was enough to harden her nipples and cause her pulse to spike. She had to quit reading those damn erotic novels. It was too much fodder for her imagination. Coming out of her little fantasy she saw he was looking at her intently. Oh Lord, how long had she been daydreaming about him? Clearing her throat, she stepped forward and handed him the tire iron. “Here, you can change it.”
Jack took the hot pink monstrosity with a mischievous grin and leaned in close enough, she felt his breath feather her ear. “Good girl, although the spanking is available any time you need it.” He chuckled when she gasped and stepped back.
He knelt and began working on the lug nuts she’d been struggling with moments earlier. Damn things popped right off while she’d practically had to stand on the tire iron to get them to budge. Her eyes zeroed in on his khaki-covered ass. Who knew khaki could look so good. The way it moved and shaped to his obviously hard butt made her…yep, it was time to get some batteries for that dusty vibrator. Her libido had suddenly kicked into whore mode if she was getting hot and bothered over a pair of khakis. Granted, those khakis were stretched over grade A, prime man. Seriously, he was some excellent eye candy. Even if he was an arrogant ass. Oh well, resigned to her role as damsel in distress she decided she might as well enjoy the view.
* * * *
Jack could feel her eyes on him. Thankfully, she seemed interested in him because he was definitely interested in everything about her. Seeing that pert little bottom swaying side to side fighting that flat tire had piqued his interest to say the least. The sassy attitude and fiery temper were just icing on an already delectable cake. The tire came off quickly and he saw she’d propped the spare next to the car. He quickly traded one for the other and started tightening bolts. She still hadn’t uttered a word. He wanted to hear her sweet little southern twang again. “You on your way home?”
“Yes.” Jack waited for her to elaborate, she didn’t.
“Out late?” he asked into the silence and again was rewarded with a one-word answer.
“Yes.” He couldn’t quite hold back his grin. Yep, he’d pissed her off. After the tire was secured he came out of his crouch and faced her. “There you go. It’s only a temporary tire so I’ll follow you to your house. Those things aren’t meant for this kind of road.” Jack saw her intention to argue in the sudden tightening of her shoulders but cut her off before she could get all wound up. “Shall I lay out your three choices again? I’ll be honest with you, I’m hoping you pick differently this time.”
If looks could kill he’d be writhing in agony next to her new tire. “Fine, but my very large, body-building boyfriend works the early morning shift, so he’s sure to be home. You don’t have to stop and see me in. He’ll get angry and could come out shooting. He’s a real hothead. Super protective and possessive and all that manly stuff. Yeah, he like benched six-hundredish pounds the other day, big guy…burly. Not fat, but you know with muscles and that kind of man stuff…yeah.” At this point Kat knew she was just mumbling garbage, but couldn’t seem to stop the word vomit train from leaving the station.
Jack managed to keep a straight face as she turned and marched over to her driver’s side door. Manly, body-building hothead. He’d have to remember that one when he recounted this meeting to his brother. Grinning, he got into his own car, turned on his hazard lights and pulled in behind her.
“Geez Kat, body-building boyfriend… really? Six-hundred pounds? What is wrong with you?” she muttered to herself. Like someone that looked like him needed to accost an almost over-the-hill stranded motorist. She was sure women were beating down his door on a daily basis. This night couldn’t end quickly enough. Swinging into the semi-circular drive Kat was horrified to see her godmother, Ruth, making her way down the porch steps, yep, this night just kept getting better and better… God help her if she saw the car, yep, she saw the car behind her and was waving frantically to get Jack’s attention. She loved Ruth immensely, but she was also the first to admit Ruth was out there. She believed in aliens, ghosts, conspiracy theories, and a host of other things most people thought were crazy. Not only did she believe in all that goes bump in the night, she actively sought them out through séances, ghost hunts, alien hunts, and conventions that catered to that sort of thing.
Ruth had given Kat a sex talk at the tender age of twelve. Kat figured she should have run the moment Ruth grabbed her arm and started talking about her budding breasts being magnets for horny little boys and perverted older men, but she hadn’t. “They think with their tallywackers, Katie darling. Every thought, from the time they are old enough to see boobs for something other than milk, is how to cop a feel of your girls. Sometimes, I don’t think they even have a brain in their head. I’m certain it’s a little tallywacker issuing commands to the bigger tallywacker.” For weeks Kat had been scared that all the boys were one thought away from saluting her with their brain penises. After all, Ruth had sworn men had dicks for brains. She should know. She’d had three husbands to date.
Then poor Arnold Winslow had tried to steal a kiss under the jungle gym. Kat had known she was seconds away from seeing his brain penis, so she’d hauled off and punched him, hoping to knock it out of his head. Her father had not been happy that he’d had to go to school because she gave Arnold a bloody nose. When he’d found out the reason for Kat slugging him, his face had gone a dangerous shade of purplish-red and he’d had some kind of coughing seizure or so it seemed. They’d immediately left school and she’d been deposited on Ruth’s couch with a foot-tapping father watching as Ruth had explained that the penis for a brain was just a theory, not a true working hypothesis.
How or why she was hanging out on the front porch at this time of night was anyone’s guess. Looking in her rearview she saw that Ruth had indeed caught Jack’s attention and he
was pulling up right behind her. Kat had barely opened the car door when her godmother swooped in like a bird of prey, only it wasn’t her, she was preying on… she almost felt sorry for Studly Do-Right Jack, almost. Slamming the door, she walked back to try and corral the ever-curious Ruth before she said or did something that would make Kat want to die.
Ruth looked over her shoulder as Kat approached. “I was telling Jack here that I knew you were in trouble before I saw those flashers going off on your cars. The spirits told me you’d be late and bringing a guest. So I’ve got refreshments laid out in the living room. Come along, young man.” Ruth grabbed Jack’s arm so that he could lead her into the house and shot another look over her shoulder at Kat. Hubba, hubba she mouthed, clear even in the dark. Ruth might live in another world, but apparently good-looking men translated on all planes of existence.
Chapter 2
Jack was thoroughly enchanted with the petite spitfire currently seated next to him. Ms. Ruth Cline had to be nearing eighty but had all the zest and zeal of a much younger person. She’d hijacked him the moment he opened his car door talking about spirits on the wind, ghosts, and his aura. Kat sat across from him in a comfortable-looking burlap-sack-covered rocking chair, smiling wickedly, as her godmother, Ruth, kept up her not-so-subtle line of questions. “So, Jack dear, you’re new to the area? I hate to sound rude, but your accent tells me you weren’t born and raised in our little county.”