Bound by Pleasure by Lacey Wolfe

to talk, she felt like a coward. And she was positive a punishment was going to be given if she returned tomorrow. And if she went back, she knew she deserved that punishment.
    Was she going back? That she wasn’t sure about. The more she thought about it, the more she was thinking that the BDSM lifestyle was not for her. Or at least not all the time. The scenes were fun and brought her to pleasure she had never experienced, but she hated when she displeased Greg. She never wanted to upset him, just make him happy. And punishment…she hated that too. She didn’t want to be spanked for doing something wrong. Especially for something as silly as turning off the fan. That was just ridiculous.
    Megan sat down on her couch. This was crazy. She was falling back into her same pattern. And she could no longer blame it on her ex. She was the one who was avoiding confrontation. Tonight she was a wuss for not staying and talking. Greg didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to know how she felt, and it was time she told him. And that time would be tomorrow. She would go back and tell him what was on her mind.

    Megan arrived at Greg’s house early. With her bag over her shoulder, she let herself into the house. First she went to his study, finding the door open. She expected to see him, but he wasn’t there. Next she made her way to the kitchen, but he wasn’t there either. She called out his name, but didn’t get a response. Her confidence started to fizzle when she couldn’t find him, but then she heard a sound from the playroom. She smiled. He was there.
    Picking up her pace, she made her way downstairs, ready to get her feelings off her chest. She was going to let him have it and take whatever the consequences were for speaking her mind.
    As she went through the open doorway, she stopped. His back was to her and he was naked. How the hell could she form words when he was like that? When he turned to look at her, she let her eyes bask at his amazing body, from his hard and toned chest to his firm thighs, and of course, his long cock.
    “You’re early,” he said.
    She nodded and told herself it was time to talk.
    “Go strip and get in your spot,” he demanded.
    She hesitated a moment, but then remembered where she was—the playroom. “I would like to talk.”
    “We will talk. But I have not permitted you to speak freely.”
    His tone was firm and domineering. She wasn’t going to push. They were going to talk, and that was the most important thing. She could wait.

    Greg went back to pretending he was doing something. He had made sure to be in the playroom before her. He was happy she’d come back. But today was about two things—showing her he was a Dom and helping her to express herself. And he was pretty sure he knew how to do that.
    Last night he had been miserable. And this morning he was angry. But now he just wanted to solve this problem and move forward—with Megan. It was time to take the steps to ensure they had a future together.
    When she walked through the door and saw him, he could see the wheels turning. She had been on a mission. And he was sure if he just let her talk, she would have told him how she was feeling. He had never really dived into her past with her ex, but he was pretty sure expressing how she felt was hard for her. Either she’d fought like crazy with the ex and it didn’t do any good, or she just sat back and never said anything knowing he didn’t care. But Greg did care, and whatever was running through her gorgeous head, he wanted to know. So he hoped like hell what he had planned was the right way to help her express herself.
    The bathroom door opened and Megan walked out. She was perfect. Even though he had always preferred long hair, her short locks just worked. She had a very trim waist but a round and firm ass. He could not wait until his cock got to enter it. He knew it would feel like a little slice of heaven. And he couldn’t wait to bring her the pleasure she could get