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  Copyright© 2012 Angela Castle

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-124-4

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Marie Medina

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  LOVE UNBOUND

  Angela Castle

  Copyright © 2012

  Chapter One

  A master always knew when something was wrong with his submissive. Brendon took note of the subtle change in Ryan’s behavior. He was quieter than usual, a constant distant look in his eyes. His obedience and passion in the bedroom and down in Brendon’s dungeon room were unfalteringly perfect. Brendon could see he was trying harder to be a more perfect sub to him. But there was more to his behavior, and he didn’t like not knowing what troubled his sub.

  Brendon had fallen madly in love with the boy from the moment he’d seen him dancing on the floor of a local, gay, BDSM club with his friends. The sensuality flowed from his younger, slim body, clothed in ripped denim and a dark blue t-shirt. Ryan moved with such grace and held more than a few men mesmerized. Brendon had almost come to blows with a few other Doms, who had their eye on the fresh, un-collared sub with dusty, blond hair and beautiful, big eyes Brendon would get lost in.

  Pride and amazement flooded Brendon when the beautiful boy singled him out, choosing to dance with him and later that night going home with him. The first time Ryan had knelt in submission to him, his wide, brown eyes were full of trust and love. Brendon knew he had found the sub of his dreams. It didn’t matter if Brendon still liked women. Whipping and fucking a woman were just as tantalizing as having Ryan under him and chained to his bed.

  But it had been four years, since that day at the club. Four years of happiness, but was it all changing? He watched Ryan lift his glass, swallowing down the rest of his orange juice. Gracefully, he rose to his feet, reaching for dishes from the breakfast table.

  “Sit down.”

  Ryan glanced up, startled by his command, but obeyed, placing his ass back in the chair, lowering his eyes and waiting.

  “Look at me, I want to know what’s going on with you and I want the truth.”

  Ryan slowly raised his eyes, Brendon could see the guilt threaded through them and, as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed.

  “Master, it’s … I … I can’t, not yet, I don’t want to lie to you.”

  “Then don’t,” Brendon snapped in irritation.

  “Please don’t ask me, not before I’m certain of a few things.” Ryan’s large, brown eyes were pleading with him. “I will tell you soon, I swear, I just need some time.”

  As a Dom, he detested secrets and lies, but he loved Ryan. He would wait.

  “How long?”

  “Two weeks.”

  “I’ll give you a week; if you don’t tell me what’s going on, I’m going to find out anyway, then take it out on your ass.”

  “I understand, Master, thank you. I need to get to work. May I leave?”

  Brendon nodded, not trusting himself to say anything that wouldn’t be harmful or hurtful in that moment. He watched as Ryan quickly cleared the table and set the breakfast dishes in the dishwasher. He glanced at him, before disappearing out of the kitchen.

  Patience was something every good Dom needed and right now, he needed a hell of a lot of it. Brendon waited to hear the front door open and close, before he trusted himself to move. He had to have faith in Ryan, even if doubt was now firmly planted.

  ****

  “He’s suspecting something. We’re going to have to move quicker. Think you can be ready by tomorrow night?”

  Jay glanced at her long time friend, her eyes widening in alarm.

  “Tomorrow night? You’ve only been training me for two weeks, and what, you’re, we’re doing, well, I’m not sure it’s going to work.”

  “It will work; Brendon’s not gay, Jay, he’s always been bisexual, I’ve always been the gay one. He’s given up women for me; I need to repay him and give him something back, before it’s too late.”

  “But me? I’m not sure I can be as submissive as you are. I’ve seen Brendon, I know he’s sexy as hell. I just don’t think he’s going to like me.”

  Ryan hooked an arm around her shoulder, giving her a squeeze.

  “I’ve lived with him for four years, so I think I know what he likes. Just remember the training we’ve been doing, and he’s not just going to like you, I know he’s going to love you and want to keep you.”

  “This isn’t fair.” Her bottom lip trembled. Looping her arm around Ryan, she squeezed him tightly. Tears blurred her vision and she sniffed. “I’m the one who should be comforting you, not the other way around.”

  Ryan chuckled softly. “I’m not going to wallow in misery with the time I have left. I want those around me happy before I go.”

  Jay swallowed the lump in her throat and straightened up. When Ryan told her the news of his tumor at the base of his brain, which would soon kill him, she had trouble believing him. She had gone with him to various doctor’s appointments, which only cemented the truth of his condition and broke her heart. But Ryan was far from finished, he had come up with an idea to make sure his Master had someone before he died, and his plan had left her rocked to her very soul.

  She was going to lose her very best and dearest friend. She had wept for him and selfishly for herself for almost two long days, before she could pull enough courage together to agree to Ryan’s plan. Anything he wanted, she would do.

  But, with the suggestion of being with Brendon branded into her mind, she started dreaming about what it would be like to be tied up, taken and ravished by Ryan’s powerful master.

  She and Ryan had been neighbors and friends all through their childhood; they had been there for each other, through thick and thin. After his father kicked Ryan out, when he found out he was gay, she and Ryan shared an apartment. Then Ryan found Brendon and he was so happy.

  But the news of his approaching death was hard to take—Ryan had only four months to live. And she’d agreed to go along with his plan to make him happy. This was his last wish and she would honor both it and him.

  ****

  Brendon was seething when he got home the following night. He hadn’t heard a peep from Ryan in the past twenty-four hours. He hadn’t come home and was not answering his calls. He was going to redden that cute ass of his, until he couldn’t sit down for a week. He slammed the door of his Oak View home in suburban Melbourne. His solicitorial duties paid well and provided for every comfort he and Ryan could need. But where the hell was he?

  Brendon stopped short when he saw a red envelope stuck to the hall mirror, where he left his keys. He ripped it off and tore it open, pulling out a small, white card, which said:

  A gift, with love unbound. Ryan.

  P.S. Look down.

  He glanced down at his feet; a long, red ribbon disappeared down the hall. Brendon’s anger melted, replaced with curiosity. His cheeky little sub had been planning a surprise for him all along. He would still stripe his ass, though. He followed the ribbon and his smile widened, when it lead towards the door of his dungeon room.

  He pushed open the door and walked down the steps—what greeted him was something totally unexpected.

  Gift wrapped in red ribbon, bound and blindfolded, was a tantalizing woman. A big
red bow positioned right over the satin shirt covering her heaving chest. Below it dangled another note.

  He watched the woman lick her lips, nervously. She must have heard him enter, and he wondered where Ryan had found her. More than that, Brendon wondered where Ryan found someone who was willing to submit to a stranger.

  “Well, this is lovely a surprise.”

  The woman drew in a sharp breath at the sound of his voice, then pursed her lips together. He walked toward the chair she had been bound to.

  “There is a note, sir.” Her voice held a trembling quaver. It made him smile.

  “I see that.” He snatched the note and opened the second red envelope.

  I think you know Jay, Master. She is a willing gift. I know how much you enjoy women as much as you do me.

  “Cheeky sub.”

  I have been training her for your pleasure, enjoy her, but treat her with care, she is my very best friend.

  How could he not have noticed Ryan’s beautiful friend? Ryan had talked about her and their deep friendship, which had begun in early childhood. Brendon had always admired her sexy, lush curves and bright, pretty, pale blue eyes; now he would have her.

  “Jay, are you here willingly?” He had to make sure.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “You’re willing to play a session with me, in which you will be fucked … hard.”

  “Yes, sir.” He heard the tremor in her tone.

  “What is your safe word?”

  “Pickles, sir.”

  Brendon chuckled, running a hand over Jay’s soft cheek. She drew in a sharp breath, and he watched her responsive skin prickle. Amazing, he hated to admit it, but she seemed even more responsive to his touch than Ryan.

  “And I thought Ryan was hiding something from me, and it was you all along. How long has he been training you?”

  “Two weeks, sir.”

  “And where is my wayward little sub now, Jay?”

  “He went to see his family, sir, and promised to be back later.”

  Odd, Ryan rarely saw his family, due to his father’s homophobic attitude.

  “Giving me time to play with you is he. Limits?”

  “Same as Ryan, sir.” He chuckled softly.

  “So you want me to fuck you in the ass?”

  “I am here to please you, sir.”

  She really was beautiful. From her silky brown hair to her pert little nose and a full lush bottom lip. Brendon undid her blindfold, wanting to see her blue eyes. She blinked as the cover came off, staring up into his own, before lowing her eyes. Ryan had taught her well.

  She had a dusting of adorable little freckles along the bridge of her nose and over her cheeks, which were rounded and blushing beautifully.

  “I know Ryan would have taught you what to say, but I want the truth from you. Can you do that, Jay?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good, look at me.”

  She raised her gaze to meet his. “Good girl.”

  “It’s not that I’m unhappy to have you here, as my gift, but I want to make certain of a few things. Have you ever submitted to anyone before?”

  “No, sir.” Brendon liked the fact she was fresh. He could teach her and train her how he wanted.

  “Do you know what to expect?”

  “In theory.”

  Brendon chuckled again. “Good, I do like giving surprises as much as enjoy receiving them.

  “Ryan knows I’m not a player, or into casual sex. How long does your gift of submission extend, Jay?” Brendon knew once he started playing with her, he wasn’t going to want to stop at one session. It had been so long since he touched the lush curves of a woman.

  She studied his face, watching her contemplate her answer. “Speak freely, I’m a Dom not a tyrant.”

  “Brendon was hoping you would like me enough to want to keep me, sir, and I … I want what Ryan wants.”

  “Just how close friends are you?”

  “Very close, sir. I thought you knew that.”

  “Have you two ever fucked?”

  Her eyes widened, obviously horrified at the thought. She shook her head, and her dark tresses fell over her lovely, oval face. “No, sir, we have the same taste in men, but that’s as far as it goes.”

  Brendon smiled at her comment. He loosened his tie, slipped off his jacket and started to unbutton his shirt.

  “If the idea is for me to keep you, would you be comfortable about being naked in front of him, watching me play with and fuck him?”

  “We have talked about it. Nudity with each other doesn’t bother us. We’d just prefer it if, we, um…”

  “Didn’t fuck.” He loved the way her cheeks reddened, as if already in the throws of passion. “But have you ever watched two men fuck? How do you feel about that?”

  “Ryan made me watch some gay porn and it … it turned me on.”

  Brendon chuckled. “It is nothing to be ashamed of.”

  She met his gaze head on. “Oh, no, I’m not ashamed and I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to.”

  Good, it was all he needed to know. The assurance in her eyes and words gave him a green light.

  “Understood, sweet, little blue jay. You are giving me my fantasy and who am I to say no? Be sure you want this, right now, Jay. This is your last chance to say no, because, once I start, I will fuck you.” He watched her breath quicken at his words; she was clearly turned on.

  She swallowed and nodded. “I want this.”

  Brendon didn’t waste any more time with talk. He leaned forward, catching her chin between thumb and forefinger, tilting her head back as his mouth sealed over hers in a deep, probing kiss. Her lips were soft under his. She tasted sweet and minty, and he felt along the side of her neck, her pulse thrumming under his fingers. She was a gift for the taking.

  Chapter Two

  Instantly, her panties dampened and her heart raced. She didn’t even realize he’d undone the straps, which bound her to the chair. He pulled his lips away; Jay whimpered softly at the loss.

  “There’s nothing like unwrapping a present. Go stand there.” Brendon pointed to the middle of the room.

  Jay got up from the chair, not realizing how weak her legs felt, after sitting bound to the chair by Ryan, for a half hour before Brendon arrived to find her. Her muscles had been tense with nerves, her stomach knotting with fear of rejection. But he had not rejected her.

  Jay complied, silently moving, except for the click of her six-inch, black heels on the cement floor. Whatever happened next, she desperately hoped she could go through with it. Because standing still, knowing that Brendon watched her every move, was more nerve-wracking than Ryan leading her down to the dungeon and strapping her into the chair.

  She breathed slowly in through her nose and out through her mouth, as Ryan had taught her, to help calm her nerves. It somehow didn’t seem as effective in practice, as it had in theory.

  “Since Ryan has trained you and I have heard your agreement, I’m not going to ask again if you’re sure. You’ll simply follow the instructions I give you,” Brendon stated firmly.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Relax. Don’t tense up. I am not going to hurt you.”

  She thought she knew exactly how things would go, but now she wasn’t so sure.

  “Remove the skirt and blouse.”

  Jay reached behind her and grasped the hook at the waistband of her skirt. Her hands trembled.

  “Allow me.” Brendon breathed into her ear. He’d silently moved in behind her and brushed her hand aside. Skillful fingers finessed the hook open and slid the zipper down. His warm hands caressed her bare waist, sweeping the fabric down her hips and thighs. Suddenly, cool air rushed across her lace-covered sex, causing Jay to gasp from the sudden sensation.

  She stepped gingerly from her skirt, so as not to lose her balance. She hated heels, yet Ryan had assured her, Brendon would love the six-inch, “fuck me” heels, she had bought for tonight.

  Automatically, her hands went
to the tiny buttons of her blouse.

  As Brendon moved around her, she kept her gaze lowered. She was not permitted to raise her gaze, unless given permission to do so. He grabbed her wrist and stopped her. “I will do it.” The hardened tone of his voice sent shivers racing up and down her spine. He cupped her chin and brought her gaze to his. “I want you to look at me.”

  Oh Lord, he was beautiful.

  With eyes the color of deep, dark chocolate staring into her, it was all Jay could do not to moan in ecstasy. The heated look he gave her melted her insides as he unhooked one button at a time, until her shirt lay open—his fingers brushed the roundness of her stomach.

  She was not slim, like Ryan, she’d always been on the rounder side, and constantly reminded of her obese state by her perfect, thin sisters.

  “Beautiful, so beautiful, Ryan certainly knows what I like in a woman.” His words soothed, like a balm on a wound, her fears of her body being found lacking.

  She desperately wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and hide from the momentary embarrassment of the most gorgeous man she’d ever laid eyes on, touching her. She understood Ryan’s unwavering love for him, how easy it would be to…

  He pushed the offending shirt from her shoulders. Breaking her chain of thought, heat enveloped her, warmed her through. It took every ounce of willpower not to reach for him, melt into his arms.

  Goodness, she never imagined he smelled so good. A little like musk, sex and a lot like wild man. Maybe it was the persona she’d built around him. Ever since Ryan had suggested the idea of becoming Brendon’s submissive, her sex-starved dreams included him.

  Suddenly, the heat was gone as he stepped back from her.

  “Why are you here, Jay?”

  “I want to make you and Ryan happy, sir,” she blurted out.

  Brendon’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t lie to me, little blue jay, it will only earn you a punishment. Ryan should have taught you I will not stand for lying.”