Bound (Being Revised)

Bound (Being Revised)

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


(FINISHED)Ana Robinson just quit being the submissive of famous writer, Drake Kennedy. His contract states if the submissive starts to feel more, that she must rescind herself as a submissive so she does and move to Florida without giving him an explanation. Once she moves there, she starts a new life with friends and a new possible love interest. But what happens once Drake comes to Florida to find her? Will she began to submit to him again? Or will she move on?


(FINISHED)Ana Robinson just quit being the submissive of famous writer, Drake Kennedy.
His contract states if the submissive starts to feel more, that she must rescind herself as a submissive so she does and move to Florida without giving him an explanation.

Once she moves there, she starts a new life with friends and a new possible love interest.
But what happens once Drake comes to Florida to find her? Will she began to submit to him again? Or will she move on?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Restart

Author Chapter Note

Ana Robinson just quit being the submissive of famous writer, Drake Kennedy. His contract states if the submissive starts to feel more, that she must rescind herself as a submissive so she does and move to Florida without giving him an explanation. Once she moves there, she starts a new life with friends and a new possible love interest. But what happens once Drake comes to Florida to find her? Will she began to submit to him again? Or will she move on?

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 02, 2013

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: July 02, 2013



Author’s Note: Okay, this story is about Anais Robinson. I figured I’d do a story about her since I did stories about her mom and dad, Jenna and Nate, her sister, Kaylie and her other sister, Haylie. Nikkibeth is planning on doing a story about her brother, Kellan so her whole family basically had stories of their own.

Now this is her story. Enjoy. And if something happens to where you can’t see the rest of the chapter, let me know. Because Booksiesilk messed up one of my stories because of that. You'll probably know if the chapter has been cut off if the last sentence of this chapter doesn't sound like it should be the ending to this chapter. ya go

Chapter 1:Restart

I walked out of the airport, the handle of my black suit case was in my hand and the suit case rolled along with me as I held my hand out for a taxi.

One stopped and I opened the door and put my suit case in the back seat and slid in.

“47 Yoni street, please.” I said as I closed the door.

The driver nodded and took off.

I took my iphone out of my bag and looked at my messages.

Five from him.

It took everything in me not to text him back. He wanted to know where I was going and why I left. Why would I tell him that? Why else would I leave? He was the reason.

He was the dominant of New York.

The dominant of me.

I laid my head back and closed my eyes.

He was my dominant and I was his submissive. And I liked it. I liked the pain. I liked the pleasure. I liked the mix of it. Now its over.

I didn’t know so much about being a submissive. I never saw myself as one. But it happened out of nowhere and I liked it.

And it happened with a man. A man whose smart as hell, beautiful as fuck and who has a good way with words.

The main thing I admired him for was that he’s a writer. He wrote dozens of books and they’re on the top best seller’s list right now.

He was and will always be my favorite writer.

I just didn’t realize that while writing all those good books, he had this dominant, dark side.

I didn’t realize that the moment he first laid his eyes on me, that he was going to make me his next.

New York to Florida was a big step. I graduated from high school early and I went to New York to attend NYU. And that was where I met him.

Drake Kennedy.

He’s so young for a writer.

I always admired him, disbelieving that someone so famous and beautiful and smart could really want me.

Still disbelieving.

I put my phone away and waited as the taxi finally pulled up to my new house.

It wasn’t big. Not really. My dad said he was going to send me more money but the business was tight right now.

That was okay.

I didn’t need a lot of money right now, anyway.

“How much?” I asked.

“Eighteen fifty.” he said. I pulled out a twenty and handed it to him. “Keep the change.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

I opened the door and pulled my suit case out of the car and closed the door.

I dug the key I was sent a while ago out of my pocket.

I placed it in the lock and opened the door. The place was bare. My furniture is supposed to be arriving soon.

I shut the door and rolled my suit case into the corner.

I looked around the room. A nice size for the average living room. Dark wooden floor, white walls. In the next room, three small steps to get to the kitchen. Fridge was here and the counters were black and white. Floor was a nice shiny, glossy black.

I step out of the kitchen and opened the glass door that led to a huge bathroom.

Okay, this place looks way smaller on the outside than it really is.

A huge shower, big mirror above the marble counters. I stepped in and looked in the mirror. My eyeliner was smearing off just a little. I used my middle finger to wipe it off. And then ran my fingers through my red hair. I decided to dye it the same color as my mother’s. It wasn’t near as long as hers. Mine I cut shoulder length. My dominant was mad when I did. He said he liked my long hair.

But I cut it and that made him spank me, hard.

Then he fucked me, hard.

I sighed, looking into my gray eyes.

In there, lurked pain and regret. And although it did, I wasn’t ready to talk to him. I don’t think I owe him an explanation.

I left him a text saying I quit. That should be enough.

I looked into a mirror. What could have drawn him to me?

My skin was pale, and smooth. My eyes were bright gray and big. Some might even say too big for my face. My nose was tiny and straight. My lips were pink, curvy and full.

I had a beauty mark to the right above my lip.

What drew him in? I mean I feel that I am pretty but what could someone like that want from or with me? Well, I guess I knew what he wanted with me.

My phone rung that stupid iphone tone.

I rolled my eyes and went into the living room to grab it out of my purse.

Oh, its daddy.

I slid the button over and answered it. “Hey dad. What’s going on?”

“Hey babe, settled in?”

“Yeah, there’s like no furniture here but I guess I can use my suit case as a chair for now.”

He chuckled. “I’ll make sure they come soon, honey. Are you sure Florida was the right move?”

“You were okay with Haylie moving to Ohio and me moving to New York. Why do you have your doubts about Florida?”

“I don’t. It’s just I want to know why there?”

“It’s too complicated to talk about right now.”

He sighed. “I hope its not because of your boyfriend, Anais.”

I rolled my eyes. I told dad that Drake was only a boyfriend. He didn’t know he was really my dominant. My dad wouldn’t go for that. And he didn’t know that it the famous writer Drake Kennedy that I use to be with.

“It’s not because of him dad. I just want a long break away from New York. A long break.”

“Okay. Kaylie and Haylie wanted to come visit you and I will too very soon.”

“Let me get settled in and then I’ll give you a call.”

Someone knocked on my door. I looked out of the window and it was a tall man. He looked back at me and I saw behind him was a U-Haul truck.

“Dad, my furniture is here.”

“Good. I have to make another call, I’ll talk to you later, hon.”

“Alright, dad. Bye.”


I hung up my phone and then opened the door. He smiled at me. “Hi, Are you Anais Robinson?”

I nod.

“Your furniture is here.”

“Cool, bring it in.”

He nodded and stepped back out. I grabbed my suit case and took it upstairs. The only thing up there was my master bedroom and a large bathroom.

Yeah, this house is way bigger on the inside than the outside.

I opened the double doors to my bedroom and the floor was a dark wood, glossy floor. Walls were a gentle cream color. I flicked on the light and the room became a soft glow of a color. I smiled, pleased with what I saw and sat my suit case down in the corner.

There was a huge window in the ceiling of the room and the room had huge floor-to-ceiling windows all around it. Great, now people can see me get dress. Should have thought about that part more clearly.

Oh well, the place was still nice.

I heard catastrophe downstairs and I sighed. I was not in the mood. I swear if they drop my couch, they’re dead. I walked down the stairs and saw my white couch tipped on its side.

“Please be careful with that.” I said.

A blonde guy nodded and carefully sat it down on its legs.

More stuff was being brought in by four other guys and I just stood there waiting for them to be done.

By the time they were, it was close to ten p.m.


I decided to go out for a smoke, to get my mind off things. It’s been a while since I’ve had a cigarette.

Drake made me stop smoking when I became his submissive.

I felt like…he became my replacement for smoking.

Smoking gets off my stress and relaxes me.

And so does being spanked.

I really wish I hadn’t become this girl.

The kind of girl where being spanked and punished was needed for me.

I zipped up my hoodie and lit up my cigarette as I walked down the quiet sidewalk. There was slight traffic but it was still a silent street.

I heard the laughter of some people up ahead and I looked up, blowing the smoke from my lips.

I put my lighter back in my pocket and continued walking. The laughing and talking got louder and I continued down the street.

As I got closer, I spotted a group of a girl and three guys sitting on a set of stairs in front of an apartment building.

“Hey,” someone said as I was about to walk pass.

“My name’s not ‘hey’ but what?” I asked as I turned to the group.

“Got a light?” Asked a guy with a hoodie over his head sitting next to a blonde girl.

I dug into my pocket and took the hood off my head as I handed it to him.

“What’s your name?” Asked a guy on the bottom step. He had black hair and blue eyes. He had a ‘bud light’ in his hand.

“Anais but everyone calls me Ana.” I said.

He nodded, smiling as he offered me his bottle.

I took it and took a few sips and then handed it back to him as the other guy gave me my lighter back.

“I’m Damien. This asshole up here is Maxx,” He said pointing to the guy that asked for my lighter. “Next to him is his girlfriend, Melody.”

She smiled at me. She had long blonde hair and brown eyes. She had on a leather jacket and underneath, a black shirt with the words Rammstein on it repetitive in white. Good choice.

“Nice to meet you.” I said.

She nodded.

“And this,” Damien pointed to a guy with black hair, pale skin and dark eyes. He didn’t even look at me. “This is my brother, Stephen.”

He looked up at me and his eyes were dark brown. But he didn’t look happy with me.

“Hi.” I said.

He nodded and then looked away.


“Never seen you around here.” Damien said.

“ I just moved here today.”

“Really, where from?” Maxx is British. I didn’t hear his accent before just now.

“New York.” I answered.

Damien smiled. “Interesting. Want us to show you around?”

“I don’t even know you.” I answered.

Damien shrugged. “Shit, we don’t know you. You could easily be some kind of hot red-head psychopath.”

I rolled my eyes. “Fine, fine. Show me what Florida has to offer. “ I said sarcastically.

Damien nodded. “Come on guys…first thing’s first, the bar. Everything’s more fun when you’re wasted.”

“Damn right.” Maxx said standing up.

He turned to Melody and kissed her. He grabbed her hand and led her down the stairs.

Stephen stood up and walked pass us.

I looked back to Damien for an explanation and he shrugged.

I shook my head and walked with him.

“So, New York, what brings you here?”

“Boyfriend drama. Well he wasn’t exactly my boyfriend but I just…wanted to get away from him.”

“Oh..stalker type, is he?”

“More like…I love him so much that he’s a little too much. I know it makes no sense.” I said stuffing my hands in my pockets.

He smiles. “No it doesn’t.” He says as he ruffles my hair.

I glare at him. “I can tell you’re going to be like an annoying little brother.”

“Sure will.”

“Well I already have one and I don’t need another.” I said.

“Oh well.”

Soon we came across a bar that had bright in red and blue ‘Bar’.

How original.

Damien smiled before motioning with his hand for me to go in first.

I did and almost immediately did we start drinking. Shot after shot after but I wasn’t drunk. It takes me a while to get drunk.

“Damn, she can hold her liquor.” Damien said smiling at me.

I nodded, putting my shot glass down. “Let’s go explore.” I said.

Damien nodded standing up. “Lets.” We walked out of bar. Stephen who didn’t drink anything was up ahead, the first person to walk out.

Melody hopped on Maxx’s back and squealed as they walked outside and Damien was right behind me as I walked out. “I hope you’re not looking at my ass.” I said turning to glance at him.

He gave me an innocent look. “Nope. Definitely not.”


He chuckled and walked faster until he was side-by-side with me. “So this boyfriend,” Oh here we go. “ Is he still in your life?”

“I told you I moved because of him but I mean… I still love him if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Well that’ll go away with time.”

“I know.”

“So, we’re going to take you to a park.”

“I’m not ten.”

“This park is fun as shit though. Only because a few feet from it is the ocean.”

“I’m scared of the ocean.”

He chuckled. I didn’t see what was so funny. I really am.

“Why?” He asked.

“Sharks, whales, octopuses, Squids, Krakens, and the lochness monster.” I said.

He stopped walking and burst out laughing.

“It’s not funny.” I said.

He nodded. “Yes it is.” He said breathless. “Dude, only like four out of those six things exist. There is no fucking Kraken or Lochness monster.”

“That’s what they want you to believe.” I said as I began walking again.

“You’re a weird chick,” He said looking at me. “That’s fucking hot.”

I rolled my eyes, as we kept walking.

I could see the outline of the ocean regardless of the darkness.

“Ready to get fucking wet!” Maxx called as he started running down a sandy hill with Melody on his back. She squealed as he ran down the beach.

A few feet away was a park. I want to get on the swings.

I went to get on them and Damien followed me.

“So, New York, this boyfriend, was he crazy?”

I shook my head. “No. He had this really intense impact on me.”

“What, did he take your V-card or something?”

I nodded.

I was very innocent and shy until he took my virginity and flipped me into this different person.

“He did. And he was a dominant.”

“A who?”

“You know….dominance, submission? Shit like that.”

Damien looked shocked. “Whoa shit. Really?’

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“You don’t seem like the kind of girl who would be into that.”

I shrugged. “I wasn’t. But he kind of got me going into it.”

“So what you were handcuffed and shit?”

I nodded. “Handcuffed, tied with rope, tied with a cord, tied with my shirt, my pants, belts, you name it.”

“Shit, sounds crazy.”

I sighed. “It’s not. If you like pleasure and pain…its fucking heaven.” I said staring out into the ocean.

“Was it fun?”

I shrugged. “It was…intense. I’d give anything to have it back.”

“Maybe you just need a different dominant.” Damien said.

I chuckled half-heartedly. “There’s no dominant like him. I don’t need another.” I watched as Maxx chased Melody down the beach and into the water.

“Well,” He shrugs. “Now you can start over.”

I nod. I did have to start over. “Fantastic.” I say sarcastically.

Damien laughed. “Hey, you’re a cool chick.” He said.

“Thanks. You’re pretty okay, yourself.”

He half smiled. “We should do this again.”

I looked at him.

“You know, with me, you, Maxx, Melody, and Stephen.”

My eyes went to the right where Stephen was walking on the beach by himself. A cigarette in his hand.

“I don’t think he likes me.” I said.

Damien shakes his head. “The fact that he’s ignoring you and won’t look you in the eyes is that he does like you.”

“Wait, like…like me like me?” I asked.

Damien nodded. “Come on, everyone saw the fucking boner in his pants when you walked up. He’s the biggest loud mouth of the group and the second you came along, he just shut down.”

“Ohhh. Now I see.”

“I mean he’s not bad looking is he?”

I shake my head as I look at him again. No, he’s not bad looking at all.

“With time, maybe you two can….”

“Mingle?” I asked.

“I was going to say fuck.”

I chuckled and began to swing.

“Or you and I can.” He said. All humor leaving.

I stopped myself to look at him. “You’re partially drunk. Shut up and push me.” I whispered.

He smiled slightly and got off his swing. He came behind me and started pushing me.

I felt free.

Being in Florida and away from Drake felt free but empty.

I loved the pain he put on me. But he told me, as soon as I start feeling something for him, I might as well rescind myself as his submissive.

So that’s what I did.

I left so I wouldn’t be tempted to be with him again.

I couldn’t keep my feelings hidden so I left. And I felt stupid and empty after doing it but I felt free.

I’m ready to restart my life in Florida.

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