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  Given the chance, would you dare to indulge your wildest sexual fantasies?

  A Binding Ties story.

  Isabella Tallin, a brand-spanking new Sigma Iomega Nu sorority pledge, thought she was waiting at the corner of Elm and Main for her initiation rite to begin. She knows these things are notoriously secret affairs, but surely the initiation doesn’t involve a gorgeous guy in a hot red convertible and being bound, gagged, and blindfolded…does it? Only one way to find out…

  Logan Sommers can’t believe the innocent-looking girl waiting for him is his mysterious client—a sexually jaded woman who paid his company, Fantasies Fulfilled, to indulge her most outrageous sexu al fantasies. But the pickup instructions were clear. He’s never forced himself on anyone in his life, but if she insists on playing the innocent schoolgirl…well, it’s her party.

  Then his planned night of seduction takes a turn he never expected…

  Warning: You’ll be hot to join this sorority by the end of the story!

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  The Initiation of Isabella

  Copyright © 2009 by Jenna Ives

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  The Initiation of Isabella

  Jenna Ives

  Dedication

  Every author should give credit where credit is due, so I’d like to thank my nightly cocktail (imbibed while overlooking the Pacific ocean) for inspiring this story, and especially my editor Laurie Rauch for thinking it was good enough to be published by Samhain!

  The Initiation of Isabella

  Jenna Ives

  Dedication

  Every author should give credit where credit is due, so I’d like to thank my nightly cocktail (imbibed while overlooking the Pacific ocean) for inspiring this story, and especially my editor Laurie Rauch for thinking it was good enough to be published by Samhain!

  Chapter One

  Isabella Tallin was handcuffed and blindfolded.

  What the hell was going on?

  Okay, so she’d pledged the Sigma Iomega Nu sorority—and everyone knew that sorority initiations were secret, mysterious affairs. But this? This went completely beyond anything she could have imagined.

  Or did it?

  She took a deep breath.

  Start the story at the beginning, Bella…

  Earlier, she’d gotten a call from Diane, one of her would-be sorority sisters. Diane had instructed her to wait at the corner of Main and Elm streets at eight o’clock, where Isabella would be picked up. Nothing more than that. Isabella couldn’t even get a clue out of her as to how to dress. But Sigma Iomega Nu was a well-respected sorority—no deadly drinking binges or wooden-paddle spanking rituals for them. Other sororities, sure. She’d heard the stories just like everybody else. But Sigma Iomega Nu? Not a chance. Any initiation they came up with would be tame by comparison.

  At least that’s what she’d thought this afternoon…

  After Diane’s cryptic phone call, Isabella had stared into her closet, debating what to wear. Her roommate Jenny, who couldn’t be bothered with snotty sororities, as she called them, had recommended a basic, ready-for-anything outfit of T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, but Bella knew Sigma Iomega Nu girls were sticklers about their preppy attire, so she finally decided on a simple white blouse, plaid skirt and sensible shoes. She’d hoped her future sorority sisters weren’t planning to drop her and her fellow pledges somewhere in the wilderness and make them find their way back home, but just in case, she’d also thrown her trusty Swiss army knife into her purse.

  It was better to be prepared for anything, right?

  After Jenny had dropped her off at eight o’clock, Isabella had been surprised to find herself the only person waiting on the designated street corner. Where were the other girls? Were they all being picked up from different locations? That seemed odd, but Diane had been explicit about her instructions.

  She’d glanced at the street sign. Yep, Main and Elm. Hmm.

  Isabella had just started re-running Diane’s phone conversation in her head when a sleek, cherry-red convertible cruised around the corner and pulled to a stop right in front of her.

  With the sexiest guy she’d ever seen sitting behind the wheel.

  His hair was black as night and slightly mussed, as if the wind had tangled it while he drove. His face was all classic lines—straight nose, square chin, and full, sensual lips. His eyes were a deep, dramatic blue, and she actually felt short of breath as those eyes blatantly took their time looking her up and down.

  Oh. My. God. He was drop-dead gorgeous. Who on earth was he, and what was he doing here?

  “Get in,” he said with a jerk of his head.

  Her eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets in surprise. He wanted her to get in his car? There must be some mistake.

  “Um…hi. Cool car. But you can’t possibly be here to pick me up?” The disbelief was clear in her voice, even though she’d tried her best to sound casual. But when he actually nodded his head, she couldn’t stop herself from sputtering, “But—but where are the others?”

  He gave her an enigmatic smile and dropped his voice to the deepest, sexiest murmur she’d ever heard in her life. “Don’t worry. They’re waiting for you.”

  Her legs almost gave out at that point. Dear God. That voice! That mouth! His sinful smile turned her knees to jelly and she swallowed hard. “But—”

  He leaned across the seat, stretched out a long, muscular arm, and opened the door for her. “Get in.”

  He said that her fellow pledges were waiting, so obviously he’d been sent to take her somewhere. This was all legit, even if what was happening wasn’t exactly clear to her yet. But then, initiation rites were never clear, right? That was the whole point. They were shrouded in mystery. She swallowed, still hesitant. Call her overly cautious, or even downright paranoid, but no girl in her right mind would get into a car with a man she didn’t know, even if she did have a Swiss army knife in her purse.

  A fat lot of good a tiny fold-up blade would be if Mr. Sexy here wanted to overpower her.

  “Um. Just to be clear…” she said. “You’re supposed to meet me here, at the corner of Elm and Main, at eight o’clock, as set up by Diane, right?”

  He cocked his head, giving her a surprised look. “Yes. I’m here at the agreed time and place. This is all part of tonight’s arrangement. It’s what you want, isn’t it?”

  Well, yes. She wanted to be part of Sigma Iomega Nu, and he seemed to know her future sorority sister. So this must be okay. Everything was legit. Taking a deep breath, she made her decision and slid into the passenger seat. He nodded his approval and pulled slowly away from the curb.

  “Can you at least tell me where we’re going?” she pressed.

  He shook hi
s head. “You know the rules,” he replied in that deep, rich voice. “No questions.”

  Yes, those damn initiation rules. No questions. Isabella bit her lip and kept quiet.

  With nothing else to do while they drove, she covertly studied Mr. Sexy’s perfect profile. In addition to his black hair, blue eyes and that luscious mouth, it looked like he had the perfect body to match. His navy blue polo shirt stretched across a broad chest, the short sleeves giving her a good view of his muscular arms. His tight black jeans outlined his slim hips and long legs. His fingers rested with casual control on the steering wheel, and made her wonder what they’d feel like on her body.

  She shivered slightly, remembering the way he’d boldly looked her over on the street corner. He was pure sex on wheels, as her roommate Jenny would say. And this guy was literally sex on wheels—a gorgeous man in a hot sports car. Totally unlike her own boyfriend, Jeff—the comfortable, reliable, sandy-haired neighborhood boy she’d known all her life, the nice boy her parents adored.

  But lately, she’d found she’d been growing dissatisfied, restless, okay, bored with Jeff. Bored with her life in general, to be honest. She wasn’t even sure anymore about following in her mother’s footsteps to become a lawyer. Sure, Isabella was enrolled in her mom’s alma mater, and here she was trying to join her old sorority, but between her parents and her boyfriend, Isabella’s life seemed already neatly planned out, a done deal.

  But was it really what she wanted?

  Not eager to pursue that disturbing line of thought, she refocused on the man sitting next to her. Yes, the sight of him behind the wheel, with the wind rippling his jet-black hair, was much more pleasant. In profile, he looked like some dashing secret agent. Silent. Enigmatic. Maybe even a little dangerous. Dangerous in a good way, of course, like the proverbial bad boys she loved to read about in books. Hmm. She wondered what it would be like to have a little taste of dangerous in her life right now. Would a guy like Mr. Sexy ever be interested in a girl like her? She knew she could easily pass for twenty-five, but he seemed even older than that. Why would her sorority sisters have recruited him? What role was he playing in this initiation tonight?

  Whatever it was, Isabella was enjoying this brief little fantasy of gorgeous-guy-and-me-in-a-hot-sports-car. From there it was only a small step to the ultimate daydream of gorgeous-guy-and-me-in-bed. She wondered what he looked like naked, what wild things Mr. Sexy liked to do with a woman between the sheets. She smiled to herself and threw her head back onto the leather seat to savor the delicious fantasy. Whatever else happened during tonight’s initiation, this ride in a hot sports car with an equally hot guy would make a yummy story to tell Jenny tomorrow.

  They drove for maybe twenty minutes. Since school had just recently started, Isabella was relatively new to the city and only had a vague idea of where they were headed. But she could definitely see it was toward the industrial part of town. Warehouses and well-worn storefronts lined the streets, railroad tracks crossed the road.

  Eventually, they stopped in front of a huge, nondescript wooden building. There were two giant-sized intertwined capital letter F’s painted on the side, but no other sign on the building anywhere to identify what it might be.

  Her escort was a perfect gentleman—helping her out of the car, holding the warehouse door open, and guiding her down a long corridor—but it was all done in silence. Finally, he’d stopped outside a particular door and turned to her, slipping a finger under her purse strap and sliding it off her shoulder.

  “Wait a minute!” she protested, thinking of the Swiss army knife.

  “I promise it’ll be safe, and you won’t be needing it,” he assured her, dropping the purse unceremoniously onto the concrete floor next to the door. “Now hold out your hands.”

  “What?”

  “Your hands. Hold them out in front of you.”

  She frowned, but did as he asked. And before her brain had time to register what he was doing, he reached into his back pocket, whipped out a pair of handcuffs and snapped them around her wrists. In shock, she stared down at them. These were not police-issue cuffs; they were padded with a thick material, lamb’s wool maybe, like the kind she imagined people used during kinky sex. Her stunned gaze flew to his face and she opened her mouth to protest, only to be rendered speechless when she saw what was in his hand.

  A blindfold.

  “Where’s Diane?” she managed to choke out. “Where’s everyone else?”

  “Diane’s not here tonight,” he answered calmly then inclined his head toward the door. “The others are inside. Waiting for you.”

  “But—”

  “Remember the rules…no questions.”

  She swallowed hard. This went way beyond what she was expecting. “Um, listen. This is my first time going through anything like this, so I’m kind of—nervous.”

  He gave her what looked like a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. A lot of women feel exactly the same. Just relax, and I’ll take good care of you.”

  Isabella let out a breath. He’s done this lots of times. With lots of women. She suddenly felt embarrassed, and was glad none of the other pledges were around to see how silly she was acting.

  She took one last dubious look at the blindfold in his hands, and then nodded her consent. He quickly tied the cloth over her eyes.

  And now there she stood, handcuffed and blindfolded, hardly believing Sigma Iomega Nu—that happy group of girls she’d met when she arrived on campus—could produce an initiation rite this, well, kinky. She tried to hold on to the thought that her fellow pledges were inside that room waiting for her. Maybe they were all still going to be taken to some other location and that was the need for the blindfold. But the handcuffs? She felt vulnerable, defenseless, utterly helpless with them on.

  What was going to happen to her tonight?

  “Are you ready?” Mr. Sexy asked quietly.

  She swallowed again, and then nodded.

  Chapter Two

  Isabella felt a gentle tug as Mr. S hooked a finger around the short chain that linked her handcuffs, and drew her toward the mysterious door. She tried not to stumble as she was led inside, blind, bound, and totally dependant on his guidance. She listened carefully for any noise from the other girls, but all was quiet.

  Twenty paces into the room, they came to a stop.

  She felt Mr. S work at her handcuffs, as if he was attaching something to them. There was a muffled click, and then he positioned her carefully two steps to the left.

  She sensed him walking away, and then she heard a metallic grinding noise from somewhere off to the left. She gasped as her wrists were slowly raised into the air, above her head and then even farther, hoisting her up until she was only able to touch the floor with her tiptoes.

  Her sensible flat shoes fell off as she dangled helplessly from her bonds.

  “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, fear lodging firmly in her throat. “Let me down right now!”

  She was brought up short by his deep, sexy voice coming from directly in front of her.

  “Shhh,” he soothed, laying a gentle finger across her lips. “This is all part of what you want.”

  Well, she’d thought she wanted to join Sigma Iomega Nu, and yes, she did know that some sort of initiation was part of the process. But this was outrageous. Wasn’t it? Had the other girls in the room here gone through this too?

  Stories of female pledges tied naked to trees and left overnight, or trussed up and thrown into the sea tumbled through her mind. She hadn’t believed Sigma Iomega Nu was in that league. Could this initiation be any worse than those?

  “But where are the other g—”

  “They’re here.”

  He was obviously getting tired of answering that question. It was probably the third time she’d asked him. Again she strained to hear something of the presence of the other girls in the room, but again, there was only a deafening silence.

  “But I don’t hear them—”
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br />   A sharp, ripping sound distracted her, and she tilted her head to listen. A moment later, she felt something—was that duct tape?—pressed across her mouth.

  Good Lord, he’d gagged her!

  She struggled mightily, not liking this one bit, convinced that Sigma Iomega Nu was not the sorority for her after all. But there was only so much she could do gagged, bound and blindfolded. She struggled until she finally wore herself out, which didn’t take long, considering she was basically hanging by her wrists.

  “Bad girl,” he reprimanded softly. “I may have to punish you later for fighting me.”

  Isabella froze as the shocking reality of her situation dawned on her. She was completely at this man’s mercy, and she had willingly put herself there—after all, she’d gotten into his car of her own free will, come to this deserted warehouse with him, and allowed him to handcuff and blindfold her.

  What if he wasn’t part of the Sigma Iomega Nu initiation at all?

  She almost fainted at the thought.

  Stay calm, Bella. Whether this is the initiation or something far worse, you have to deal with it.

  She held her breath, waiting warily for his next move, and her entire body jerked when his warm hand finally made contact with her skin. His fingertips gently stroked her cheek and then ran slowly down the side of her neck. They teasingly followed the line where the edge of her blouse met her skin, sliding from her shoulder, down past her collarbone, hesitating at her top button, and then running up the other side of her chest.

  Then slowly coming back down again to rest at her top button.

  Pausing there.

  Opening it.

  No, no! She shook her head violently, and made a strangled sound of protest through her gag.

  He ignored her and proceeded to the next button, making sure she was aware of the quiet pop as he slipped the button from its hole. He continued on to the next, and the next, until he had her blouse completely open.