BDSM Kinkaversary Blog Tour – Bound to You in Japan by Amelia Danver

I have the absolute pleasure of participating in the tour hosted by the group BDSM on Goodreads, as a part of their 12th anniversary celebration.

Today’s feature is Bound to You in Japan by Amelia Danver.


19-year-old university student “Cathy” Cathryn Johnson is bought by a new Shujin, her new Yakuza Master, and has to serve him in this foreign land. He is kind, but severe when it comes to disciplining her. The contrast between him and Alec is like night and day. The latter has only given her a taste of what dominance and submission could be, but her new Master is about to teach her all there is to know about the pleasures of the flesh.

Could she escape from him,
from this country,
and return to her old life back in the US?

29-year-old “Alec” Alexandre Kitamura Sousa was once a ruthless, calculating, and efficient CIA field agent until his assignment brought his world colliding with Cathy’s. Now he is completely and utterly obsessed with the sweet girl. She has messed with his logical mind. When the Hostage Rescue Team failed in their rescue op, and Cathy was whisked away to Japan, Alec abandoned all reasons and went rogue, taking on a new assignment of his own in Osaka, Japan, in order to find her.

But what awaits him in Japan is nothing like he could ever imagine. The Brotherhood’s web of conspiracy runs deeper than any previous intel provided by the CIA assets within or without the country.

Alec is once again torn between the desire to keep Cathy by his side, or serving his country.

Could he ever give her up, knowing that the fate of the world is at stake?

The plot thickens in this sequel to the bestselling novel in the Brotherhood Series, Claiming You in Eden.


~ Excerpt ~

My Master took me to a strange love hotel that night. I did not realize it until we went into the room, because the hotel’s exterior was so mundane just like a regular hotel. The ominous sign on the sliding doors, which spelled out SM, should have given me a clue as to the kind of love hotel it was. However, I was still recovering from the shock of getting caught that I did not notice it until the next morning. 

The room was painted in bright red, and there was a full-sized round cage surrounding the bed. There were suspensions above and below the bed, with strapped-on cuffs or chains. On the corner, I saw an X-shaped cross, and on the wall next to it, hang several BDSM equipments including floggers, paddles, leg spreaders, ball gags, nipple clamps, and various types of ropes. I was even more shocked when I saw the spanking bench in the shape of a horse and a toilet seat at the far corner of the room.

I felt a sense of dread. Yes, my Master was going to punish me tonight. I gulped, before taking a furtive glance at him. He was watching me as he sat on the edge of the bed, laughing silently at my expression of disbelief. 

“Do you like it, slave?” The device translated his words.

I shook my head slowly. I was going to plead my way through the night.

“Then you should not have disobeyed and ran away,” He spoke again, more solemnly this time.

“Sumimasen,” Maybe he would warm to me if I apologized to him profusely.

But he ignored me and continued, “What if you get robbed or mugged when you were alone? What’s going to happen then? Who would come to your rescue?”

“What if you ran out of money, and had no way of contacting anyone? Who could help you then?” 

I was going to the embassy, I silently thought, but kept my mouth shut. 

He seemed to be studying my face, “You’re not good at following orders. Sometimes, rules and orders are there for your own protection. I rarely used punishment in light transgressions, but you have overstepped the line this time.”

“Koko ni kite,” Come here. His command raised the hair at the back of my neck.

I looked up to see him tap his hands on his thighs. He wanted me to come over and sat on his lap? I shook my head slowly.

He repeated the phrase again. Come here!

My lower lip trembled. I suddenly understood what he was about to do. He was going to…

No, I was no longer a child, I protested silently.

“Koko ni kite kudasai,” Come here, please. The use of the polite term scared me even more. 

It was not so much a battle of wits as it was a battle of wills, with me sorely losing. His mouth was drawn into a thin line. I could detect his growing impatience, and possibly, anger at my insolence. 

I glanced at the horsey spanking bench. Maybe it would not be so bad, I tried to appease myself. He did not place me on the spanking bench, did he? And he did not say that he was going to spank me. 

My Master’s sigh drew my attention back to him. He tapped on his thighs again.

I knew that I was just delaying the inevitable. He was going to make me anyway, even if I tried to bolt through the door. 

So, I took a timid step forward, then another, then another, until I was standing right next to him. Like a lamb to the slaughter. 

He took my hand and pulled me forward, as I expected, across his lap. His hands rested on my back, as he balanced my waist on his legs. I stifled a sob when I was fully faced down. 

He must have heard it for he spoke again into the translator, “Now do you know Japanese numbers?” 

I shook my head, unable to answer him. I remembered the first three from the auction.

“Well, now it’s a good time to learn. From one to ten,” He recited the numbers to me then. Ichi, ni, san, yon, go, roku, nana, hachi, kyuu, juu. 

Ten words for ten strokes. He urged me to practice saying them first, guiding me to repeat after him. It only took me two repeats to memorize it. My senses were already heightened from the anticipation of getting spanked. 

He then lifted the ends of my kimono up, exposing my buttocks up in the air. I had worn nothing underneath my kimono. I flushed at the thought that he could see my buttocks, my legs and everything in-between.

“Ok?” He asked before dealing the first blow. Whack. His palm landed hard across my right butt cheek, and I whimpered. I forgot to say one since I was unprepared. 

“That was zero. Don’t forget to count,” He said through the device. What a sadist, I screamed silently.

His palm landed again, this time on my left butt cheek, and I jerked forward, shouting, “Ichi.”

Another blow landed on both cheeks next, harder this time. When he squeezed my butt cheeks after the fourth blow, I yelped in pain and started to writhe. He kept my hands behind me then, tying my wrists together with a piece of cloth. I shouted the words in-between sobs as he continued. 

Ten blows later, my butts were hot and sore, my cheeks were wet with tears, and my ego was deflated by about an inch. But I did not know that it was not over yet. 

My Master then rubbed some sort of balm on my welts, and that stung as well. I gritted my teeth and was about to weep, when he removed my bonds and turned me over to face him.

I could feel his hard erection underneath my sore butts. He was staring hard at me. He then used his hand to cup my cheek and brought his lips to mine in a deep, long kiss.

His tongue delved deep into my mouth, caressing every inch of it. His lips molding against mine, pressing, tugging. His teeth grazed and nibbled my lips and the undersides of my jaw. All the sensations, together with his hard cock rubbing against my sex, flamed my own desire. I began to feel wet between my legs. He smothered me with such a passionate kiss. I would have mistakenly thought he had been holding back his feelings all this time, and it was all released in this one impassioned act. 

When we broke from our kiss, and the air was heavy with our panting, I realized that his hand had moved on top of my breast. To my disappointment, he withdrew his hand. He wiped my wet cheeks instead, caressing them with his calloused fingers. 

“Don’t do it again,” He ordered through the translator.

I could only nod, at a loss for words.

He then enveloped me in a tight hug, before lifting me up and laying me down on the bed.

That evening, he did not do anything else to me. Probably he took pity on me. 

I slept within his arms, his chin resting on top of my head. There was not enough room for us on the round bed. Sometime during the night, I nuzzled his neck, but he did not move an inch, not even a muscle.

Amelia Danver – Bound to you in japan

Amelia Danver is a pen name used by the author of A Tale of Two Kingdoms (Sorean and  Ikharyn) and the Brotherhood series.  

She was once a medical student and a science geek. She also took a minor in East Asian  studies while in college. Before writing her first novel, she mostly wrote fan fiction. After  publishing her first erotic romance novel, she is totally, completely hooked on writing this  genre. Maybe the process has stimulated her limbic system too much! 

Amelia is also a Certified First Responder and has completed her training in Mental Health  First Aid. She currently enjoys writing at home with her dogs during the COVID-19  pandemic. Book 1, Claiming You in Eden, and Book 2, Bound To You in Japan of the  Brotherhood series are out now. Her readers can look forward to more of her novels in the  coming months!

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  1. That is super hot! The bondage is always hot, but I really love the Japanese culture in there, they’re so passive-aggressive, it’s so hot to see them go aggressive!

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