Mend Me is a steamy story of bondage, sexual submission and romance as two broken individuals struggle to find the love and sexual fulfillment they'd both given up on. Please note: This 17,500 word novella contains explicit sexual situations between two consenting adults.
Tara has issues. A beautiful, sensual, young woman, her sexual needs remain unfulfilled due to a crippling fear of physical intimacy.
Steven is haunted by his past. No longer an active participant in the BDSM scene he can't bring himself to leave the lifestyle completely. Instead his energies are directed towards crafting elegant bondage equipment for the wealthy and powerful.
When Tara catches a glimpse of the inside of his workshop it changes everything. This is what she needs. Steven's creations awaken a side of her she never knew existed and promise a different kind of intimacy. Through them she believes she could finally be fulfilled. But first she needs to convince the reluctant craftsman to give her a job and the last thing he wants is to be working side-by-side with the most beautiful, natural submissive he's ever met.
I struggled with a powerful medley of emotions. It felt amazing. It was sensual and decadent, thrilling and exciting. My body felt primed, every nerve tingling and in need. It was more than just the thrill of it though. The usual fear, the sense of dread, I would have experienced at anything so intimate in the past was gone. Instead it was replaced by a different kind of fear entirely. No. Not fear. Close to it, but not fear. Some kind of apprehension. Not knowing what was to come and the restraints... I tested them and there was very little give. It was the restraints that elevated it. I couldn't run. I couldn't hide. I was helpless. Literally helpless. And with that came a pulsing rush of purely sexual excitement that I struggled to keep from overwhelming me.
"Are you OK?" Suzanne asked, "you're trembling."
"I'm OK." It came out like a groan. I was more than OK.
She gave me a playful swat on the ass and my whole body jerked against my bonds as it made contact. When I exhaled it came as long drawn-out sigh. Just that touch. That touch combined with the bonds that would not let me escape it. I felt another rush of sexual need. Like years of pent-up sexual frustration were welling up inside me eager for release.
"Oh yeah. You're ready alright. God, that lucky bastard."
I heard her receding footsteps followed by a greeting in low hushed tones and the heavier steps of a man entering my apartment.
He was here.
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Published June 27, 2013
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.