Bound and Determined

Bound and Determined

Jane Davitt & Alexa Snow

Bound and Determined

Copyright © October 2009 by Jane Davitt & Alexa Snow

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About this Title

Genre:
LGBT BDSM Erotic Contemporary

When Sterling Baker discovers the wonderful world of BDSM, he's ready to

literally throw himself at the feet of the spectacular Owen Sawyer, but Owen is

unwilling to take on someone so new to the scene—or so he says. Determined

to get what he wants, Sterling sets out to convince the doubting Owen that he

can be the best sub in the world, the fastest learning, the most obedient, but

it's not as easy as he thinks it will be.

Things get even more complicated when Sterling realizes that he's fallen in

love with Owen. Will Owen be able to train Sterling to his satisfaction? And can

their relationship become something more than a teacher/student one?

Publisher's Note:
This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic

language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Anal

play/intercourse, BDSM theme and content (including/not limited to bondage,

gag, flogging, spanking, wax play), exhibitionism.

Chapter One

“Are you sure this is the right place?” Sterling asked doubtfully as they

stepped inside and the door closed behind them. He had to blink and let his

eyes adjust, but even then it seemed like maybe they'd gotten the address

wrong. He'd never actually been to a BDSM club, but whatever he'd been

expecting, it certainly hadn't been
this.

It looked like a regular nightclub, and a reasonably crowded one at that.

There was a bar along the back wall with the typical collection of college

students and older people jostling for the bartender's attention. Two dance

floors instead of the more traditional single one, but otherwise it seemed like

just about every club Sterling had ever been to in his life. Not that there had

been all that many, of course, since he was still half a year from his twenty-

first birthday and he couldn't legally drink, but one of the benefits to living in

an area that catered to two different universities was that the clubs were

prepared to handle things like checking ID and keeping the underaged from

getting their hands on any alcohol.

Hypothetically, at least.

But once he looked around a little more closely, Sterling saw that this club

was
different. In subtle ways, maybe, but careful observation showed that

some of the patrons were wearing collars. Choker-style necklaces went in and

out of fashion, and he didn't pay all that much attention to what women wore

at any time—still, he did pay attention to men, and he was pretty sure he'd

never seen a guy wearing a necklace like the ones he was seeing now. There

were a few different styles, and the men wearing them seemed just about glued

to the people they were with—some men, some women.

There was music playing, but it wasn't the loud, pounding-beat kind that

Sterling was used to at nightclubs. It sounded more like top forty.

“Hello? Earth to Sterling?” Alex said, sounding amused, and Sterling

blinked and forced his attention back to his friend.

“Sorry, what?” Even now, he found his eyes being drawn back to a couple

sitting at one of the tables. Well, one of the two men was sitting at the table—

the other was kneeling on the floor at his feet and looking up at him with an

expression that might have been called worshipful.

“You asked if it was the right place,” Alex said. “Then you looked around,

and I guess you answered your own question judging by the way your jaw

dropped. Play it cool, huh? We don't want to come off like tourists.”

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“Hey, you've been here before,” Sterling protested.

“Only a couple of times,” Alex said. “Plus Ray was leading me around by

the dick—mostly figuratively, by the way, in case you were thinking about

asking—so I was kind of focused on him.”

Sterling nodded and watched as the guy sitting in the chair said

something to the one kneeling beside him. Then he reached out and cupped

the kneeling guy's head with one hand, stroking his hair. “Not too many people

dancing,” he said to Alex, trying to sound casual even though his heart was

fluttering in his chest.

“There will be later,” Alex said absently, his gaze scanning the crowd. “It's

not exactly what people are here for though, you know?” He touched Sterling's

sleeve. “Want to get a drink first and then I'll introduce you around? I see a

couple of guys I know from when I was with Ray.”

“Okay.” They started toward the bar; then Sterling froze as one of the men

sitting at it sharpened into someone he knew. “Fuck,” he said, the curse half

under his breath but getting Alex's attention all the same.

“What?”

“That guy,” Sterling said. “Brown hair, blue shirt, with the top two buttons

undone?”

“Yeah? You know him?”

“He's a professor,” Sterling said. “He taught my freshman lit class. God,

what the hell is he doing here?”

“Huh.” Alex studied the man thoughtfully. “He does look familiar. And I

think he's probably doing what everyone else is—hoping to hook up, maybe. It

looks like he's alone.”

Sterling had a lump in his throat the size of a baseball; it almost hurt to

swallow around it. Professor Sawyer, who'd stood at the front of the class and

lectured about Shakespeare and Steinbeck and Gibson, sometimes smiling in a

way that had made Sterling's cock sit up and take interest, was here. At a

BDSM club.

“You look like you're about to pass out or throw up,” Alex said and moved

to shield him from a possible glance from Sawyer, a gesture that left Sterling

feeling irritated rather than grateful because it meant that he couldn't see

Sawyer anymore. Which made no sense; Owen Sawyer wasn't even close to

what Sterling was looking for, after all. There was clearly a lot that he didn't

know about his former teacher, but Sterling doubted that the man was a sub.

No collar around
that
neck, and the relaxed way that Sawyer was sitting, with a

faint smile on his face, made him look like he belonged here in a way that

Sterling envied. “I seriously doubt he's going to report you to the dean; how can

he?” Alex grinned impishly. “He doesn't still teach you, does he? Because I can

see how that'd be awkward the next time you meet up.”

“No, thank God,” Sterling said. “He teaches mostly writing courses; not

really my thing.”

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“Maybe he'll take you on as, like, an apprentice or something,” Alex

suggested, sounding like he didn't really mean it. But actually, it wasn't a bad

idea.

Sterling watched as a woman with an impressive cleavage revealed by her

low-cut blouse went over toward Sawyer. He went so far as to step to one side

so Alex didn't block his view as the woman spoke with Sawyer, smiling and

twirling a lock of her blonde hair around one manicured finger. Sawyer seemed

bored by her, a realization that sent a little thrill through Sterling. “You think

he would?”

Alex shrugged. “Can't hurt to ask. You can get assholes here, like

anywhere, but most people are happy to help out new players.” His expression