Playing Rough: Three Hot Tales of Sensual Submission Jaymie Holland
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Roughing It When Kayla Knoll breaks down in the mountains between Denver and San Francisco, she never expects to be rescued by someone like the sexy Tate Branson. When she finds out she’s stuck without a car for the weekend, thanks to a mechanic who has left the small town for a couple of days, she takes Tate up on his offer to join him camping. Tate Branson didn’t know what he was getting himself into when he picks Kayla up on the side of the road and then extending an invitation to her. She is a beautiful woman—who has a thing for tying up strong, powerful men. Tate turns the tables on Kayla and she becomes the one in bonds and he’s the one with the control.
Push Rachelle Derry has secret fantasies that no one knows about until she meets Chase. She tells him how fascinated she is in kink from all of the books she’s read. She wants to try it and she wants Chase to be the man who takes control. Chase McAllister has a hard time holding Rachelle back. As much as he loves kink, he doesn’t want to rush into anything. He wants to get to know her better and to allow her to trust him. Because BDSM and the trust that is required, often creates strong emotional attachment. When Chase finally makes her fantasies come true, “playing” is better than she ever imagined. While she’s having fun, he wants to play for keeps.
The Boss
Tanya James has been in love with and in lust with her boss from the moment he started the company, just three months ago. As his executive assistant she is privy to a lot of personal information. What she doesn’t expect to see are bondage pictures on his computer. Bound women in different positions, women submitting to men. It surprises her how much it turns her on and how much more she wants her boss, and she wants him to do what is being done to the women in the pictures. Austin Graham has to hold himself back from showing his assistant how much he wants her. No employee relationships are allowed in the company or he could lose his job. That doesn’t stop him from wanting, desiring, and fantasizing about the lovely Tanya. One night that all goes to hell when Austin and Tanya meet at a bar. Their game of true confessions goes a little too far and she ends up going home with him, giving a whole ’nother meaning to boss and assistant relationship. Tanya learns all about what it’s like for a man to take control of her, to submit to him in every way. And when the sun comes up, she wants it to never end.
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Roughing It
Chapter 1
“Dammit.” Kayla glared at her Mustang as plumes of steam rose from the radiator like rolling San Francisco fog. “Mustangs aren’t supposed to break down. Ever.” She put her hands on her hips and looked around. “Trees, trees, and more trees. And look over there—more trees.” This back way from Denver to San Francisco was a beautiful one. But taking a wrong turn and then breaking down in the middle of nowhere…not cool. She looked at her cell phone again. No reception, not even one bar. She could be stranded here for who knows how long. A cool breeze caught her shoulder-length hair, whipping it around her face and she pushed it behind her ears. She leaned up against the car, arms folded, and looked one way down the deserted road and then the other. All she heard was the sound of the wind in the trees which always made her feel like water was close. Something about it sounded like a fast-moving river. She rubbed her arms with her hands and looked into the forest. She didn’t have any camping gear. She did have water and granola bars. She opened the driver’s side door, reached in and grabbed her road map then spread it out on the roof of the car and held it so that she could see it. She traced her finger along the route she had taken. The last town she had passed was fifty plus miles behind her. The next one was twenty-eight miles ahead. If someone didn’t stop, she was in for a long walk. She hated the thought of leaving her car, and who knew what could happen to a woman alone in the forest. After tossing the folded map onto the passenger seat, she popped the hood so that she could raise it. Eventually somebody would be passing by, right?
Two hours later, Kayla was banging her head against the roof of the car. The sun was now on the downward side of noon and she didn’t know what she was going to do. Sleeping in her car was the only option she had if someone didn’t come before dark. While she had waited for salvation, three deer had crossed the road, a squirrel had bombarded her with pine cones, and blue jays had been chattering for what seemed like forever. She had never frightened easily, but a bear wandering out of the woods to investigate her and her car was a possibility she didn’t want to face. Kayla felt the small canister of Mace in the pocket of her jean shorts. Would Macing a bear only piss him off? Probably. Better to save it for other predators and just hide in her car if a bear happened to come along. Something caught her attention and she went still. It was a low rumble, like the sound of an engine. She straightened and looked to her right where it was coming from. It grew louder and her heart beat faster. She slipped the Mace can out of her pocket and held her hand in a way that it couldn’t be seen as she stepped around to the front of the car. A sport truck rounded a bend. Relief combined with trepidation made her hesitant and she gripped the canister tighter. One never knew if a crazy would be the one who came by. The vehicle came to a rolling stop. The reflection on the driver’s side window made it impossible to see who was inside. The window came down and Kayla saw gorgeous brown eyes focused on her by one of the sexiest-looking men she had ever met. He had brown hair and a genuine smile that quirked at the corner. “Would you like me to take a look at your car?” he asked. “Unless the hood is up to catch unwary travelers like me.” He was teasing her and she couldn’t help but come right back at him. “I’ve got a grizzly hiding out in the trees and a squirrel with a dead on aim just waiting for you to get out of your car.” The man looked amused then pulled forward and parked alongside the road directly in front of her. For a horrible moment she had thought he was leaving. He climbed out of his truck and walked toward her. He had an easy gait and a body built for athletics. He wore a T-shirt, shorts, and hiking boots, and she noticed camping gear tied down in the back of his sport truck. Even though he was hot and sexy with a friendly smile, she gripped the Mace can
tighter. “I’m Tate.” He reached out his hand. She paused for a moment then switched the Mace can to her left and took his hand. It was warm and he had a firm grip. He glanced at her left hand as he released her and he grinned. “Smart girl. Unless you plan on using that to disable me and take off with my Tahoe.” “Now there’s a thought,” she said and returned his smile. “Nice Mustang.” He looked at the red car with approval. “Do you know what the problem is?” She gave a sigh of frustration. “No. I never was interested in mechanical stuff. I always let my father and brothers have fun with that.” He braced his hands on the car as he looked under the hood then he glanced over his shoulder. “Your car has cooled. You must have been here a while.” “A couple of hours.” She glanced around her. “Just the squirrels, blue jays, and a few butterflies to keep me company.” Tate looked under the hood for a while then returned his gaze to her. “It’s nothing obvious that I can see. I think it’ll take a mechanic.” Kayla groaned. “Where am I going to find one of those?” “If you want a ride I’ll take you to town.” He jerked his thumb in the direction she had been heading. She glanced at her Mustang then back at Tate. “All right.” She started toward her car. “I just need to lock up and grab my purse.” When she was ready, she climbed into his Tahoe and buckled up. She still had her can of Mace, but she felt at ease with him and didn’t think she would need it. “Where are you coming from?” He glanced at her once they were on their way then returned his attention to the road. “And where are you headed?” “I’m from Denver,” she said. “I have two months between jobs and I thought it would be fun to drive all over this country.” She relaxed against the seatback. “I’m on my way to San Francisco to drop in on my sister and see how she likes the surprise. Then it’s on to wherever. “What about you?” she went on. “Do you live around here?” He grinned. It was friendly and a little boyish. “Nah. It might be nice to live out in the middle of nowhere, but I prefer to live closer to civilization. I’m from Denver, too.” he said. “So, what were you doing going this way instead of a main route?” He looked intrigued more than anything as he continued. “There’s a much easier way to get to San Francisco.”
“I like back roads, scenic drives.” She shrugged. “I just took a wrong turn I guess.” “Well, there are other scenic routes that are easier,” he said. “I think you wanted to take the turn a mile earlier. You’ll get scenic this way, all right.” He guided the car down the road. “But it’s not safe for a woman traveling alone.” He glanced at her. “A lot can happen in isolated places.” “What brings you out here?” She gestured to the forest speeding by. “I played a lot of rugby and I like to stay in shape. I come up here and bike and run. The altitude kicks my ass, but it’s a good thing.” He drove with a hand on the one o’clock position on the steering wheel and the other at six. “Had a buddy who was planning to train with me but he shattered his leg rock climbing.” “Rugby is crazy.” She took in his rugged good looks. “You can’t be a wimp to play that.” “I’ve had my share of bumps, bruises and even a broken rib,” he said. “But I love the game.” Nothing like a good looking tough guy, she thought. My favorite type. She cocked her head. “So you decided to come out alone?” “Yep,” he said. “I made sure a couple of people know where I’ve gone and I’m here on my own. Had to get out of town. “So tell me,” he said as he continued, “What’s your name? You never did give it to me.” “Oh.” She shifted in her seat. “Kayla.” He slowed the truck down as they rounded a bend in the road. “Pretty name. I like it.” They talked easily and non-stop during the twenty-eight mile drive to the small town, Tate stopped at a gas station and pulled up to an older gas pump then killed the engine. A man who looked to be about in his sixties came out of a garage next to the gas station. Kayla left her purse in the truck and climbed out at the same time Tate did. They both met up with the man. “Cash or credit?” the man said. “Cash.” Tate held out his hand and the man shook it. “We’re also looking for a mechanic.” Tate inclined his head toward Kayla. “Her Mustang broke down close to thirty miles back.” “I’m Jake.” The man held out his hand to Kayla and she took it. “What’s the problem?” Kayla looked to Tate who proceeded to tell Jacob what wasn’t wrong with the vehicle to narrow it down. “It’s going to take someone with a little more knowledge than I have to get in there and figure out what the problem is,” Tate said. Jake took off his hat and ran his finger through his graying hair. “Dusty, our mechanic, is
out of town for the weekend. He’ll be back Monday morning.” As Jake spoke, Kayla felt her stomach drop. “I’d be glad to help you, but from what this young man tells me, it sounds like you need Dusty to take care of it.” “That’s two days away.” A feeling of helplessness overcame her, but then she pushed it away. She didn’t like that feeling and she wasn’t going to wallow in it. “I don’t suppose there’s a motel in this town?” The older man jerked his thumb down the road. “If there’s a room, you can stay at the Blue Moon.” “Thank God.” She felt a rush of relief. “I didn’t think there would be anything in a town this small.” Kayla arranged to have the car towed to the garage and thanked Jake. Tate gassed up his Tahoe then took her to the motel. When she learned there was no room at the Blue Moon, she thought about banging her head against the wall this time. “I have enough food for two for a week’s outing and plenty of room,” Tate said as they walked out the glass door. “You’re welcome to camp with me.” She glanced at him and considered her options. Sleeping in her car, parked outside a garage in a strange town or camping out with a guy she just met. “It’s getting late in the day.” Tate rested his arm on the back of his truck when they reached the vehicle. “Need to get camp set up before it gets dark.” She studied him. As well as sexy and good looking, he was a genuinely nice guy. She had pretty good radar for jerks and assholes and he definitely wasn’t either of those. “Oh, come on.” He leaned against the truck and shoved both hands into his pockets. “You sound adventurous and you have all kinds of time. Your sister isn’t even expecting you. Two months you said. What is a couple of days?” He smiled. “If you’re wondering about me, I am as safe as can be.” “Well, maybe I’m not,” she said laughing. “Have you considered that?” “You, dangerous? Yeah, right”. He pushed away from the truck. “So what do you say?” “I’ve always been a bit of a free spirit...” She tilted her head. “Why not? Where are we going?” He gave a quick, friendly grin. “Back in the direction where you broke down. I was coming into town to gas up and get a few items at the store. We can get some of your things out of your car before it’s towed.” Tate and Kayla went to the general store and grabbed a few more supplies that would
be needed. They bought more food, a bottle of wine, marshmallows, kitchen matches, and rope. She wondered what the rope was for. She could certainly think of a thing or two.to do with it. Would like the ways she preferred to use rope? It wasn’t long before they were on the road and met up with Jake as he was about to haul off the Mustang on the back of the bed of a tow truck. With Jake’s help she retrieved a few things from the back of her car, including a jacket, and she and Tate parted ways with the man. As they headed off, the sun low in the sky, Kayla wondered, not for the first time, what in the hell she was doing heading into the woods with a stranger.
Chapter 2
While Kayla helped Tate set up, she found herself enjoying his company. He was smart, funny, and friendly. The fact that he was totally hot was a bonus. He had high energy and she was glad she was fit and able to keep up. As they finished setting up the tent, he said, “You seem to know your way around a camp. You’re pretty handy.” She smiled. “I grew up with a father and brothers who liked to camp, hunt, and fish. I loved the camping and fishing part. Never could get into hunting.” He hammered the last stake into the ground with a flat rock. “How many brothers and sisters do you have?” “Two older brothers, two younger sisters.” Kayla brushed dirt off her hands. “I was a tomboy and loved to follow my brothers around. My mother and my sisters were, and still are, girly. They never got into the outdoor activities with my father and brothers like I did.” She followed him to the truck. “What about you?” “One sister.” Tate pulled a tarp out of the truck. “She lives in Denver with her husband and their twins, my niece and nephew. Like your sisters, Kate doesn’t get in into roughing it.” He drew out some rope and set it on the tailgate, then brought out a couple of metal poles. “I need to make a lean-to that we can use to put stuff.” “I’ll do it.” She wiped her hands on her jean shorts as she walked toward him. “Sure.” He handed her the rope and they raised the tarp and he held one of the poles so that she could tie the tarp to it. As he watched her, he said, “Wow, look at those knots. You’re pretty good that way.” She laughed. “You have no idea.” He gave her a quirky grin. “You sound pretty cocky.” “I’m confident I know how to use rope,” she said. “What I tied down is not coming loose.” “True confessions,” he said. “I actually had a girlfriend tell me that same thing when we were playing around. She made a bet with me that I couldn’t get out. She lost.” “Well, if you ever made a bet with me, you would lose,” Kayla said. “I’m good at it.”
“Oh, you think so?” he said. She finished tying the last knot on the lean-to. “I know so.” “What’s the bet?” He gave her an amused look. She knew her expression was cocky but she knew she would win. “I don’t need a bet. I can do it for sport and watch you squirm.” He laughed. “Okay. But if I get out, what do I get?” She had no doubt he wouldn’t be collecting the reward because he wasn’t going to win. “If you win,” she said, “I’ll buy dinner at the most expensive restaurant in Denver. But you’ll lose, so you get to buy.” “Deal.” He held his hand out and she took it. “Deal,” she replied. “But let’s do it tomorrow when we have more time. We still have a lot to do to set up camp.” “Stalling?” he said. With another laugh she said, “You’re going to be sorry you made the bet.” He just shook his head and then they collected firewood and cleared a large area of brush before digging a small pit and circling it with large stones. They built a modest fire just as it was getting dark. When they kicked back in a couple of camping chairs, she watched him place a couple of baking potatoes in foil and put in the coals along with two cored out onions wrapped in foil with butter in the center. After cooking for a while, he put on a big steak that they would split. The delicious smell made her stomach rumble. When they finally ate, the dinner was amazing. He sat close to her as they ate and they drank wine out of plastic cups. She realized she was completely comfortable around him, not to mention extremely attracted. She felt electrical sensation around him, as high energy as he was. She was certain he was just as attracted to her. She was pretty good at reading guys. And she so could not wait to tie him up. One of her favorite things was to tie up big, strong men, and Tate qualified for that role. Firelight illuminated their campsite with an orange glow, the forest dark and brooding where the light didn’t reach. The air had already chilled, but the fire gave off enough heat to ward off most of the cold. The light danced across his features as she looked at him. He was hot and sexy and despite the fact that he was a stranger, she wanted him. They talked for hours as they ate, then they roasted marshmallows and made s’mores. The chocolate melted on the graham crackers, the marshmallows sticky enough to keep it all
together. When they finished the last of the s’mores, she licked each of her fingers as she looked up at the sky. “Beautiful,” she said. “You sure don’t get a night sky like this in the city.” “Nope.” He glanced at the sky. “Sure don’t.” He got up from his camping chair, grabbed a towel and wet it from the ten-gallon water cooler that he had moved onto the tailgate. He handed the towel to her to wipe off the last of the stickiness then cleaned his own hands. As he started searching through gear the back of the truck, he frowned. “I only have one sleeping bag but I found a blanket. Not a lot of good that blanket will do us.” She walked up to him and rubbed her arms with her hands to warm herself a little from the chill. “So a ploy to lure me into the sleeping bag with you.” She gave him a teasing look as she took the blanket from him. “Sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t planning on company. Not to say I don’t like it.” She glanced at the tent that looked small but was fairly roomy inside. “I suppose we can push those two air mattresses together that we aired up earlier. Then we can put the blanket down and share it with the sleeping bag over us.” “Sure you’re okay with that?” he asked. She raised an eyebrow. “Where would you sleep otherwise?” He glanced toward his truck and back to her. “In the cab.” “This will be fine.” She started toward the tent with the blanket then glanced over her shoulder. “Unless you’re afraid of what I might do to you.” Still holding the sleeping bag, he shook his head and grinned, and followed her to the tent and they tossed the blanket and sleeping bag inside before going back to the fire to put it out. When they covered the fire with dirt and had made sure all of the coals were dead, they returned to the tent. Both of them were quiet as they walked, thick tension between them, and she felt a nervous flutter in her stomach. He grabbed a couple of flashlights and the light bobbed along the ground and onto the trees as they went. The tension was sexual and she knew she wanted him and bad, and she was certain he felt like she did. It had been in the way he looked at her, in the tone of his voice, in the way that he would brush up against her. Her heart rate picked up a bit as she scooted into the tent. He waited outside for her to push the two twin-sized air mattresses together and then she laid the blanket over them. She
grabbed the sleeping bag and rolled it out, over the blanket. What clothing she had grabbed from the car was in a bag in one corner of the tent. “Hold on,” she said as she rummaged through the bag for a nightgown. She ran across a pair of stockings and shook her head. What was she going to use those for in the middle of nowhere? Cold air chilled her skin and she hurried to ditch the clothing she was wearing and pull on the nightgown she had brought with her—it wasn’t very substantial because she hadn’t planned on roughing it. She shivered as she climbed under the sleeping bag and set her flashlight on her side of the bed and clicked it off. “It’s safe to come in,” she called out as she waited to get warm beneath the sleeping bag. He crawled into the tent and zipped the door flap behind him. The glow from his flashlight caused shadows on his face and darkened his eyes. She pretended not to watch as he stripped out of his clothing, leaving only his boxer briefs. His body was even more beautiful when it was bare. All of that firm and toned muscle, broad shoulders and the flex of muscle in his back. His ass was tight beneath his boxer briefs and his powerful thighs looked like they certainly did belong to a rugby player. His gaze met hers as he slid under the sleeping bag then he turned off his flashlight, dousing the tent in darkness save for the small amount of moonlight that came through. “Alone at last,” she said in a teasing voice. “Not that we haven’t been alone all night.” His voice was so sexy it sent a thrill to her belly. His features were starting to become a little more visible as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She shivered from the cold that seemed to be more than the sleeping bag could protect them from. “It’s cold,” she said. “Think we should share some body heat?” “Sure.” He moved closer and she snuggled up against him as he wrapped his arms around her. His masculine scent, the heat of his body, the feel of his skin and taut muscle against her softer body was enough to set her libido on fire. Even more than it already was. She tilted her chin up and he bumped his jaw on the top of her head as she looked at him. “I don’t do one night stands.” “Neither do I,” he said. Their lips met as they reached for each other. His kiss was tentative at first but then it grew in intensity, becoming harder, fiercer. She slid her knee between his legs and hooked one
leg over his hip as they kissed, trying to get closer to him. As her body snugged against his she felt his erection against her belly. It felt thick and hard and she ground herself against him and felt heat down below. He grabbed her upper thigh and pulled her even closer to him as he kissed her and pumped his hips against hers as if he was taking her. She ran one of her hands over his powerful shoulder, down to his muscular chest and down to his hip. She dug her fingers into his tight ass. Tate drew away and nuzzled her ear. “This is one way to get warm.” She pushed at his shoulder and he rolled onto his back, following her motion. She climbed on top and straddled him, his cock rubbing between her thighs as she moved along it. The movement only made her want more. “Kayla.” He sounded almost in pain. “Do you know what you’re doing? You’re bringing me dangerously close to fucking you.” “No.” She pushed his shoulders down with her palms and he didn’t try to fight her. “I’m going to fuck you.” His breathing grew heavier. “I don’t have a condom. I need to get into my bag.” “That’s all right.” She leaned over and grabbed the one she had taken out when she had slipped on her nightgown. “I do.” “You planned on attacking me all along.” There was amusement in his tone mixed with lust. “Yes.” She rose up and let the sleeping bag fall from her shoulders then pulled her nightgown over her head and tossed it beside their bed. “Beautiful.” He reached for her breasts and she moaned as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She moved away from his touch and scooted down his hips just far enough to pull down his boxer briefs and grasp his erection. It was big and thick. She wiggled a little farther so that she could slide her mouth over it. A purring sound rose up in her as she licked him and sucked him. He hissed out his breath as she moved her hand in time with the bob of her head. She took her time and felt him grow tense as if close to coming. She let him slip out of her mouth and then she eased up so that she was looking down at him. His features were faint in the darkness, but she thought she saw a pained expression on his face as she rubbed herself on his cock. He reached for her breasts and played with her nipples and she squirmed with need. He
sucked them and licked them, sending erotic sensations throughout her. She moved her mouth to his and kissed him. The kiss was deep and wonderful. She loved his taste, the firmness of his lips, the way he used his tongue and his teeth. When she couldn’t wait any longer, she rolled the condom on his cock after tearing the package open and tossing it aside. Then she rose up and grabbed his erection. She used her free hand to pull her panties aside and then she placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her core. She slammed herself down on him and cried out as his cock entered her thick and hard. He groaned as she started to ride him, his cock moving in and out of her pussy at a hard and fast pace. He palmed her breasts as she fucked him and he rolled her nipples and squeezed them at the same time. An orgasm started to build within her, heat that grew like a furnace. She no longer felt the cold. Instead her skin burned hot and her breathing became shallow. Her climax was there, waiting for her to fall over the edge. Faster and harder she rode him and he pumped his hips up to meet hers. The slap of flesh was loud in the tent as their bodies met again and again. She felt her orgasm cresting the wave of heat. Hotter and hotter it grew, so hot that she almost felt like she was burning up. When she heard him growl and felt him start to come, it threw her into a climax. Her whole body flushed with heat and she felt it travel through every nerve in her body, reaching her fingers and toes and making her scalp prickle. His cock throbbed inside her and her pussy spasmed around him. She slumped against him, her breathing hard as he held her. Tate gave a sound of exhausted pleasure. “I think I’m going camping more often.”
Chapter 3
The following morning, Kayla opened her eyes to see Tate watching her. He had his elbow on the mattress and his head propped in his hand. He looked so sexy with his tousled hair and his one day growth of stubble. She blinked at him and smiled. “Been awake long?” “Did you know you talk in your sleep?” He trailed a finger down her arm. She rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Did I sell out the secret that the moon landing was faked or that Atlantis is really a covert ops location in the Bermuda Triangle?” He laughed. “No, but you did giggle a lot.” “Giggle? Me?” She shook her head. “You must have been watching someone else sleep.” He kissed her and drew away. “My bad.” She slipped out from under the sleeping bag and dressed, and she didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed as he watched her put her clothing on. She felt comfortable around him. After breakfast, they spent the day hiking and had a picnic beside a waterfall. She was glad she had her athletic shoes with her but wished she had a pair of hiking boots. The mountain air was crisp and clean and smelled of pine and rich loam. Birds chirped and chattered and dragonflies hovered over the water’s edge. While they hiked and as they had lunch, there was no end to the supply of conversation. She liked the sound of his voice, the way he laughed, and his sexy grin. He told her about his construction business and shared stories of playing rugby, including injuries he had sustained. Among them were cracked ribs, a couple of broken fingers, and several other injuries. Sexual tension was always there between them and she couldn’t wait to tie him up like he promised she could. What she had planned he would never see coming. Tonight was going to be fun. When it was close to getting dark, they made it back to the campsite. They built a fire and Kayla sat on a large rock, closer to the flames so that she could get warmer. Over the open
fire they roasted hotdogs he had purchased at the general store. Her two hotdogs were a little charred when she finished. She put them in buns and then she loaded them with mustard, ketchup, chopped onions, and relish. What was a camping trip without hotdogs? After they roasted and ate several marshmallows, tingles ran over her skin as she thought about what she wanted to do. “Are you ready for me to tie you up so that you can’t get free?” He grinned. “You’re serious?” “Yep.” She gave him a devious look. “Are you worried, big tough guy?” He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ve never been one to back down from a dare.” An amused smile played across his lips. “Especially from a beautiful woman.” “Get that rope and a pocketknife,” she said. “I’m going to show you exactly what this woman can do.” She’d show him all right. He wouldn’t know what hit him by the time she was through with him. Tate raised an eyebrow but retrieved the rope and handed it to her along with a Swiss army knife. “Come on.” She motioned to him to come to her. “Take off your shirt.” “So this is a ploy to get my shirt off again,” he said as he obeyed. “All you had to do was ask.” “I’m asking now.” When it was off, she ran her hands over his muscular chest and the electrical tension between them grew. His skin was smooth and warm beneath her palms. “Take off your hiking boots and your socks.” This time he raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to?” “Just do it.” She said again, “Are you worried?” “Nope.” He kicked off one boot and then the other, and then pulled off his socks. “Put your wrists behind your back.” Still looking amused, he turned his back so that she could get to his wrists. “This is my version of rope cuffs.” She took his wrists and began tying them by looping the rope around the wrists first, like cuffs, then she wrapped the rope between the hands, around the rope that held the wrists together, tightening the bond. While she was tying him up, she admired his powerful bare shoulders and back. He was tanned, the hairs on his arms golden. Standing so close to him she caught his warm, earthy scent. “You won’t get out of this.” He laughed. “Sure.”
When she finished with his wrists, she pulled the Swiss army knife out of her pocket and cut the end of the rope. He tested the rope and she slapped his hands. “Not yet.” She moved around to face him and looped her arms around his neck. She smiled and reached up and kissed him. She pressed up against his naked chest. He tasted good and sweet, like the marshmallows they had roasted and eaten earlier. She loved how he kissed, his tongue lightly tangling with hers and the way he nibbled on her lower lip. When they separated, he said, “You know that you didn’t have to tie me up to kiss me.” She sucked his flat nipples and pinched them, causing him to suck in his breath. She grinned as she tugged on the rope she had just looped around his neck while she kissed him. She had fashioned a knot that would slide depending on the kind of resistance he gave her. “What are you doing?” He looked a little hesitant as she took a step back, holding onto the end of the rope like a leash. “Afraid?” she asked. He laughed. “Of course not.” Kayla pulled on the leash. “Follow me.” “Hey.” He stumbled forward as the collar tightened around his neck. “Not fair. You’re supposed to tie me up, not strangle me.” “I am not strangling you.” She grinned. “There is room around that collar and I have it fashioned so it won’t tighten down. Don’t worry, Mr. Rugby Player. I won’t hurt you… And sure it’s fair.” She liked the feeling of power it gave her to control a big man like Tate and force him to do what she wanted him to. “You’re bigger than me, but the rope is more like an equalizer.” He followed her like a big puppy around the campfire and she made sure there was nothing in his way in the near darkness. They had cleared their campground pretty well. She loved having him follow her. Little did he know, it was one of her favorite things to do and doing it with this Rugby player made it even better. They reached a tree with a large overhanging branch and she made him stand under it, his back to her. She took the smaller end of the rope and tied it to the cuffs she had made for him. She took the large length of the rope and tossed it over a larger branch above their heads then tied one end of the rope to a limb at eye level to a tree 10 feet way. Then she pulled on the other end of the rope so that his arms were pulled up, forcing him to bend over at the waist. Tate gave a grunt of surprise. “What are you doing?” “Tying you up like I promised,” she said.
She pulled harder on the rope, making him stand on his tiptoes. He grunted again but he didn’t beg her to let him go. Not that she would, anyway. Sweat had beaded on his forehead and he was obviously uncomfortable. “Are you finished now?” he asked. She smiled and traced his lower lip with her finger. She loved tying up a man, especially one so muscular and powerful. A helpless boy toy. “I want to make sure you’re good and secure.” She reached for the button on his jean shorts. “I have plenty more in store for you.” “What the hell?” he said as she unzipped his shorts and pulled them down along with his boxer briefs. He tried to move, but up on his tiptoes, and the way his arms were secured, there was no way for him to do so. If he had told her to stop, she would have. But she saw the curiosity in his eyes and intrigue. His cock was erect, letting her know how turned on he was despite his protests. She reached out and stroked him and he seemed to harden even more in her hand. “Ok, Kayla,” he said. “You have me naked and at your mercy. You can let me go now.” “Yes, looks like you hate this.” she said as she played with his cock. Then she started making ankle cuffs, the firelight still enough to see by. “When I let you down I want to make sure you can’t seek retribution.” “You have my word,” he said. “Ha.” When she finished hobbling him, she only had to go a few steps to reach the back of his truck, where she remembered seeing thin rope that was probably used for clothesline. When she saw clothespins that confirmed it and she grabbed a couple of them along with the rope. She took everything back to where she had left Tate and admired his body as she walked toward him in the darkness and watched firelight flicker across his skin. She loved the position she had him in and his naked body was beautiful. When she was back in front of him, she dropped the twine and thin rope on the ground. Then she took the clothespins she clipped it on one of his flat nipples and he hissed in from pain. “What are you doing to me?” “Showing you what a woman can do to you if she wants to.” She put the second clothespin on his opposite nipple. “Now be quiet unless you want me to be even tougher.” He grimaced and she picked up the thin rope and started to wrap his cock and balls with it, causing him to give a grunt of pain. She tied the rope around each one, separating the balls before tying his cock with it, too. She liked the look, how the balls became smooth as the skin
pulled back from the pressure. It was so hot having this kind of control over him, especially him. She had tied up a few men over the years, but not one quite like Tate. When she was finished, she took the end of the rope binding his cock and balls and tied it to his collar. She went behind him and untied the rope that had his arms up and had forced him on his toes. It allowed him to rest fully on his feet but he couldn’t straighten because she had tied his cock and balls to his collar. Kayla patted him on his shoulder. “It’s an introductory version of something called predicament bondage. Bending over you are uncomfortable. If you want to get a little comfortable and stand a little straighter to take pressure off your thighs, you pull on your cock and balls. Choose your poison.” “Shit, lady.” He growled the words. “Where did you learn all of this?” It was obvious he was having a hard time talking from the discomfort. “Get the clothespins off of me.” “Later.” She held back a grin of amusement. “Until then you have to deal with the clothespins.” He growled but she knew he wasn’t angry. He was turned on and getting into it. If she had felt in the least that he really wanted her to stop, she would have immediately. “So, Mr. Rugby Player, let’s see if you can get out now,” she said. “Damn.” He tried to move but couldn’t. She thought she heard amusement at himself as he added, “That will teach me.” “You said I couldn’t tie you up so that you couldn’t get away.” She smiled. “Have you reversed that belief?” He paused. “Yes. Now let me out of here.” “Hmmmm.” She tapped her finger against her chin. “I hear some hesitation.” He groaned. “Are you having fun?” “Absolutely.” She gave him a wicked smile. She shifted so that one knee was on the ground as she held his gaze. “You have to admit you are enjoying being manhandled by a woman. Otherwise you would be complaining a lot more.” He opened his mouth then shut it and looked like he was considering what she was saying. “I’ll let you know once I’m down from here.” “Your body is beautiful and I like to see you like this.” She leaned forward and kissed him. “And I like the man I’ve seen inside.” “I’m reserving judgment.” The corner of his mouth quirked. “Until you let me down from here.” She noticed his shoulders moving slightly. He was trying to get the cuffs off. “How’s that
working out for you back there?” she asked. “I’ve been through a lot of knot tying in my life, and I have to say you’re damn good.” He looked a little sheepish as he spoke. She knew it pained him to add, “I apologize for underestimating your bondage skills.” She stretched her arm and touched his cock and stroked it. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Even the pain has an edge of pleasure to it.” He closed his eyes and she could see that he was enjoying it just like she had said. When he opened his eyes, he said, “Will you let me down if I tell you I like it?” She skimmed the head of his cock with her finger. “Only if you mean it.” “It’s pretty hot,” he said and by the tone of his voice she knew that he meant it. Intentionally putting her breasts in his line of vision, she reached for the thin rope tying his cock and balls to the collar. She untied it and he hissed out air and relaxed as he straightened. “Thank you,” he said. “I don’t suppose you’ll set my balls free?” She smiled and trailed her fingers down his chest to his cock. She slowly unwound the rope and he groaned as circulation ran back into his balls and he sagged with relief. With a smile she stood and reached up to kiss him. “You taste good,” she said when she drew away. He tried to take a step toward her and almost fell at the same time he seemed to remember that his ankles were still bound together. “Be good or I’ll have to leave you like that.” She gave him a sexy grin. She glanced down at his huge erection and met his gaze again. “You’re looking pretty happy to me.”
Chapter 4
Tate’s voice was husky as he said, “I want to touch you.” The way he said the words sent a thrill deep inside her. She was so tempted to set him free and ride him again. Maybe she would let him partially out. “You have to promise to be good.” She kissed him, letting him feel the passion bottled up inside of her that she wanted to set free. She had more in store for him. While he watched, she kicked off her shoes and stripped out of her clothing. She removed everything in a slow, sensual striptease. She went to him and pressed her naked body to his. He felt warm against her chilled skin. She kissed him, enjoying his flavor and the fact that he couldn’t touch her yet. It would be soon enough. She lightly stroked his cock as she kissed him and he groaned from the pleasure she was giving to him. The size and thickness of his cock was perfect and she couldn’t wait to have it inside her again. She decided it was time to let him down. The only things she left on were the leash and the wrist cuffs. Otherwise he was free. “Untie my hands.” They stood close together and her nipples rubbed his chest as he spoke. “I don’t trust you.” She gave him a wicked smile. “And I have other things for you to do first.” “What’s that?” he asked. She tugged on the rope and forced him to kneel in front of her. With her legs apart, she put her hand on the back of his head and drew him to her so that his face was in front of her pussy. She didn’t have to pull him any closer to her. He moved his head so that his mouth was on her folds. A moan rose up within her and she tilted her head back as he licked and sucked her pussy. She looked down again and the feelings of pleasure were almost too much for her to bear. Watching the big man with his hands cuffed and a collar and leash around his neck made her feel hot and excited. With her hand against the back of his head, she pushed him so that his
face was buried in her folds and she felt the sensations even more intensely. Her legs started to vibrate and she leaned and braced her hands on his shoulders. Sensations of pleasure built inside of her, growing tighter and tighter as he went down on her. She was aware of the cool air on her skin, the soft breeze in her hair, the sound of something skittering in the brush, and the smell of pine. And then she wasn’t aware of anything but pleasure bursting inside of her and the sound of her own voice crying out from what seemed like far away. The next thing she knew, she was being thrown over a massive shoulder and carried away from where she’d been standing. As her muddled brain returned to sanity, she processed that Tate had her over his shoulder and he was carrying the rope that had bound his wrists in his hand. He had escaped her bonds and had done it at her most vulnerable time, when she climaxed. Damn. So much for inescapable. A large swat on her ass made her shout out from the stinging pain. Her head flopped against his back and her hair hung over her face. Blood rushed to her head as she struggled to free herself, but he only held her tighter. She squirmed in his arms. “You can put me down.” “Turnabout is fair play, Kayla.” He swatted her again and she managed to hold back another cry. They reached the tent and her head swam as he pulled her from his shoulder and laid her on the grassy slope in front of the tent. He pinned her to the ground with his body as he wrapped rope around her wrists then secured her to one of the tent stakes. “I don’t submit.” She kicked and fought him. “I do the topping.” He shook his head. “Not tonight.” She glared at him. “You promised no retribution.” “I lied.” He grinned and she growled. He released her and left her while he walked away. She struggled to get her hands free and to pull the stake out, but the knot was too good and the stake too well sunk into the ground. “Let me go, Tate,” she cried out. She twisted and her gut sank as she saw him retrieve more rope from where she had tied him up. Then he went to his truck, rattled around, then returned with the rope, a couple of stakes, and a ballpeen hammer, all of which he set on the ground. Damn. He was going to stake her. She struggled harder. “I don’t submit,” she said again, but he ignored her.
He left her outside while he ducked into the tent He was holding something in his hand as he exited the tent, but she couldn’t tell what it was, and he set it down above her head. He drove the stakes in the ground where he could bind her ankles to them. “No.” She didn’t make it easy for him, but who could tell the way he manhandled her and held onto her and grabbed one of her ankles and tied it to the stake. She tried to kick him with her other foot but he did a good job of staying out of range. As she struggled she realized she was turned on. The thought pinged around in her brain. She had never been turned on by the thought of submitting to a man, but now she was. She wasn’t sure what to think of it except that maybe it had taken a real man to make it exciting for her. He had her other ankle tied in no time and then she couldn’t fight him anymore. She tested all of her bonds but she was secured. “I want you to set me free,” she said despite the fact that she was feeling more aroused than she remembered ever feeling. “You talk too much,” he said as he knelt and picked something up off of the grass. She realized it was her nylon stockings. Her heart sank. She knew exactly what he was going to do with them. “No, no, no.” He laughed as he proceeded to wrap the nylons around her head with the legs strung across her mouth, tied the legs behind her head, and tightened them so that she was gagged. Her eyes were wide as he stood and looked down at her. He was grinning and she narrowed her eyes at him. He picked up something off of the ground then knelt between her thighs. He lowered himself so that his arms were braced to either side of her chest and he bent down and sucked her nipple while he slid his fingers between her thighs and rubbed her clit. She gasped and arched her back. The sensations were exquisite. “You’re so wet.” His voice was husky as he met her gaze. “You might say and act like you don’t want it but you really love it.” He lowered his head and sucked her other nipple and she moaned behind her gag. Then he rose and pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and he moved his other hand toward the breast, too. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. He was holding a clothespin. “Paybacks,” he said as he clipped the clothespin onto her nipple. Her cry was muffled as she cried out from pain and her eyes watered at once. He gave a soft laugh as he clipped the other clothespin to her opposite nipple. She cried out again and fought against her bonds even though she knew there was no getting out of her predicament. When he was finished he knelt between her thighs and surveyed his handiwork. He
nodded as if satisfied with himself. “Never knew I would like bondage, but I’m loving having you in my control.” He shifted so that he had braced his hands to the sides of her head and lowered his mouth. He moved his lips to hers and kissed the corner of her mouth then kissed her along her jawline all the way to her ear. “How do you like it, Kayla? Being at my mercy.” When she met his gaze, he gave her a wicked smile. “Maybe I should take rope and bind your breasts like you did to my cock and balls.” She didn’t dare beg him with her eyes or make any sounds because he might just do it if he thought she didn’t like the idea. “Maybe later,” he said then reached for something. When he brought it back she realized it was a condom. More thrills went from her belly to between her thighs. He rolled the condom on then moved so that his cock was at the entrance to her core. “I’m going to fuck you, Kayla.” His eyes held hers and he looked a little more serious. “I want you to want this, too. Do you?” She did. More than anything right now she wanted him inside of her. She nodded and he smiled right before he thrust his cock inside of her. It felt so incredible that she felt like her eyes were crossing. She had never felt anything like this in her life, and she had never been so turned on. Even the clothespins on her nipples made her hotter. His cock was big and hard inside of her. She struggled only because she wanted her arms free so that she could touch him. Another orgasm came rushing toward her, fast and furious. He reached between their bodies and stroked her clit and her climax hit her hard. Her body shook and the gag muffled her scream. She heard his cry of pleasure and felt his cock throb inside of her as he came. Her mind spun and she felt like she had to rein herself back to keep from flying away. She hadn’t even realized he had released her wrists and her ankles until he was removing the gag. He carefully took off the clothespins, too. “Come on, honey.” He scooped her up and carried her into the tent. “It’s cold out there.” She’d been so turned on that she hadn’t even felt the cold. When he laid her on the mattress, he snuggled up behind her, their bodies spooned, and he pulled the sleeping bag up and over them. A sensation of relaxation and happiness flooded through her and then she slipped into a
deep, satisfied sleep.
Chapter 5
“Two weeks of Heaven.” Kayla smiled and looked up at Tate and felt warmth deep inside. He sat on a large rock and she sat on grass at his feet, her head resting on his thigh. “I don’t want to leave.” “Neither do I.” He kissed the top of her head. “But, unlike you, I need to get back to work.” With her head tilted she met his gaze and gave him a teasing look. “You own the company. Can’t bosses give themselves as much time as they want?” “Right now I wish that it was that easy.” He slid down the rock and sat at her side. “So what next?” “Hmmm.” She put her finger on her chin as she pretended to think about it. “Considering we both live Denver, I bet we can figure something out.” “I’m sure we can.” He moved his lips to hers and kissed her. The way he kissed always set her on fire. When they parted, she smiled. “I’ll be gone a couple of weeks, visiting my sister. Since I still have another six weeks left on my sabbatical. I was going to travel, but I think I want to come back early and see you. You got me, Tate.” “I’ve gotten used to being with you, too.” He brought his hand up and caressed her face. “I’ll miss you while you’re gone. Tell you what, you come back early and I will plan a trip with you. I can take off for a week or two.” She returned his smile. “I would love that. I was thinking about a dinner when we got back and you have bigger plans?” “A trip would be perfect. We can have dinner, and then breakfast.” He moved his lips to hers again and kissed her. “And then lunch and then dinner again, and then breakfast…” With a laugh she said, “So do I get to tie you up on this trip?” “Or better yet,” he said, “I get to tie you up.” She shifted so that she could wrap her arms around his neck and she leaned forward and touched his forehead with hers. “We’ll take turns.”
He smiled. “You’ve got it.” ###
Push
Chapter 1
Rachelle stared at the screen, his erotic words taunting her in the instant messaging chat box. Tie you up. Bind your breasts. Clamp your nipples. Ball gag in your mouth. Butt plug in your ass. Vibrator in your pussy. Paddle your ass. She swallowed hard as she read over everything he had told her during their IM conversation and tingles ran through her body. Everywhere. He had said each thing in such an erotic way it made her squirm. She was still squirming. He had even sent her pictures of things he liked. Some things were beyond anything she had ever heard of. A niggling of fear, then a shiver traveled through her as she took in his last words again. You’ll give up control to me. You’ll feel a rush like you’ve never felt before. You’ll be helpless. Helpless. Could she really do anything like this? Her erotic fantasies come to life with a man she had only met a few days ago on an internet dating site. He knew she was a librarian. He knew she had read lots of books on these very fantasies. He knew she had been reading about her secret cravings. Her secret desires. He knew because she had told him. For some crazy reason she had let everything out. Told him everything without hesitation. It had been fun, telling this stranger her sexual fantasies
over IM. Playful, not real. Kink. It had all started with that one word he’d written on his profile on the dating site. Kink. When she had seen his boy-next-door looking picture, then read the word on his profile, she thought he’d been kidding. He hadn’t been. He had a lot of varied interests, as did many men on the dating site. The profile was well written and she probably would have contacted him regardless, but that word kink got her. She had to respond. His version of kink was something he was into in a way far more than she had expected. Something she had never experienced firsthand, despite the fact that she read about it all of the time. She started out the conversation rather guarded and learned as much as she could about him. He was open about who he was and his background. He had a way about him. Even in an internet conversation, he drew in. She was careful at first not to reveal too much about herself. As she started telling him more and more about her intimate fantasies, an internet game of true confessions, she figured she could never actually meet him. This was all a fun, safe way of actually revealing to someone her deepest secrets. She could never meet him now. Kink with a stranger was not all she was concerned with. It was her appearance. She had a full figure and it had been a long time since someone told her she was pretty, but she had never been told she was beautiful. Her ex-husband used to criticize her weight and her looks. Would this man like her for who she was? Could he be more than someone just interested in kink, like the books she had read? Those books had all been exciting, fascinating. There were even people who liked to submit to a partner enough to be their sexual slave. The slave part of the kink went a little too far for reality but the way this guy described them was so sensual that it just seemed to draw her in with every conversation. She had never expected to experience them herself. Her ex-husband had been beyond unsatisfying when it came to sex, just…bland. Now she was free in so many ways. Free to experience things she never thought she would before contacting Chase. If she really could go through with it. Rachelle? Her name came up on the screen as he typed it. Are you still there? Her fingers trembled and it felt like her belly swooped as she replied, Yes.
When do you want to meet tomorrow? Where? She swallowed, trying to force some of her fear down her dry throat. Everything he’d been saying made her hot, the ache between her thighs almost too much to take. What if she experienced the real thing with him? He had told her so much about himself in these conversations. The internet was so easy to check things out and verify and she did. She knew where he worked, where he lived. All kinds of personal things. It made her feel more comfortable to meet with Mr. Kink even though she was more guarded with revealing much of her personal information before she actually met him and got more comfortable. She would have to meet him first, in a very public and brightly lit place, of course. She would have to get to know him—several meetings first. But she couldn’t lie to herself. She wanted to experience what he could give her. And more. She took a deep breath and started typing. Tomorrow afternoon, Chase. The pub on Superstition Road at 5:30.
When she walked into the Irish pub, she had to blink to get used to the change from the brilliant Arizona summer sunlight to the dimness of the pub. The cool air inside battled away the heat on her skin from the over hundred and ten degrees it was outside. Her purse was her lifeline as she clutched the strap and walked past tables and booths, and glanced around the room. She saw him across the pub when he raised his hand. It was Chase—he did look like his picture on the dating site and he was just as regular looking as she was. At least from what she could tell from where she was standing. She managed to make herself walk and made her way through the tables without stumbling from sheer nervousness. When she reached his booth, Chase stood and smiled. “Hi, Rachelle.” He gave her a quick hug, like they were good friends. He smelled good, really good. Masculine and a little spicy. No cologne, the way she preferred—just all man. “Chase.” She smiled in return as they drew apart. She couldn’t think of anything else to say. She breathed a sigh of relief as he slid into his side of the booth and she sat on hers. Chase looked like he would probably be one of the last persons on earth she would have believed was into kink. Except for his eyes—a glint that was wicked in a mischievously sexual
way, a wickedness that she instinctively knew that right now was just for her. Those wicked blue eyes studied her at the same time her gaze met his. As she studied him in return, she realized he didn’t look exactly like his picture as she had thought when she first walked in. She wondered if he’d used a current picture, or even a real picture of himself. You never knew when it came to dating sites. But when it came down to it, he looked good. Real good. Great features, nice build. His blond hair looked thick and she imagined sliding her fingers into the soft silk of it. He was dressed professionally—pressed button-down shirt, tailored tan slacks. It was easy to tell he was in shape by the way his clothes fit him. On her shelf of research books at home she had a book titled The Psychopath Next Door. She wondered if maybe she should have read it before meeting him. She sure wasn’t getting any vibes that screamed “danger!” but maybe she just didn’t know how to read the signs. No, it was just the opposite when he’d first taken her hand and hugged her. He’d felt safe. Yeah, but weren’t psychopaths often the last people on earth you’d expect to be serial killers? The corner of his mouth turned up in a way that reflected the hint of naughtiness in his eyes. Oh, my. “What did you do today?” he asked, as if they weren’t two strangers who’d had an insane conversation last night about him stuffing a ball gag in her mouth and hogtying her after putting clamps on her nipples and paddling her. They talked for forty-five minutes. The conversation was so easy, so natural. He never even brought up the subject. She liked that he wasn’t pushing that here, instead taking the time to talk about their background and vanilla interests as he liked to call them. Anything not a kink interest he called a vanilla interest. He was so easy to talk with and he made her so comfortable. He seemed very interested in her and who she was. She loved the attention. She watched how he treated the waitress. He was confident, funny, in control and natural. Yes, she liked him. She liked him a lot. “I have to admit, it’s strange to be here with you, in person, knowing the kink side you love,” she said. “That waitress has no idea what you like.” “I was wondering when you would bring that up,” he said, laughing. “You’re right, the waitress would never suspect that side of our interest.” Rachelle smiled. At the same time she felt a twist of both nervousness and excitement in her belly. “That is a good way to put it.”
“It’s fun to meet knowing that you share my interests.” He gave her a sensual look that made her heart beat faster. “I’ll admit I have been picturing you as my personal play toy.” Now that I brought up the subject he’s jumping right in isn’t he, she thought. “Play toy?” She realized she was clenching her purse when the straps dug into her palms. She relaxed her grip and made herself set her purse beside her. “What do you mean by that?” Chase braced his forearms on the table and leaned close. “When you turn over control to me, I’m going to restrain you and you’ll be mine. You’ll be my play toy. I will do whatever I want to with you.” She swallowed. Images of being tied up and at his mercy made her throat dry. A combination of fear and excitement tingled throughout her body and straight between her thighs. She could see it. She could visualize so easily letting him do whatever kinky thing he wanted to with her. Out of her flipping mind. She was out of her incredibly suddenly insane mind. “Like what?” Her voice was almost a whisper. He leaned back, a lazy grin on his face. “Let’s say I’m very creative. You’ve seen the pictures I’ve sent you and heard my descriptions. You just want to hear it from me now that we’re sitting across from each other.” “I guess I do,” she said. She glanced up at the server as she stopped by their table. Chase ordered a beer. She said she wanted a bay breeze. When the server left, Rachelle focused on Chase again. “What if you have one of those ball gags in my mouth and I don’t like something you do to me?” “You’ll be able to make sounds around the ball gag,” he said. “I would give you a sound you need to make. A safe sound and you will be out.” “Okay…” She surprised herself again by nodding, as if they were having a normal conversation. “Look around us again. It’s so hot.” He leaned forward and gestured to the other bar patrons with his forefinger then looked at her. “More than just the server, not one person in this bar would suspect that you or I would be into kink. We’re about the two most vanilla looking people in this place. We’re the girl and boy next door. He shook his head and continued. “That’s part of the fun. Most of the world thinks whips and chains aren’t meant for vanilla looking people like us. They would just never guess we would have such unusual interests.”
She glanced around and saw couples not nearly as “vanilla looking” as Chase and her. “You’re right.” She met his gaze. She loved his eyes and the sexy curve of his lips. “What do we do about this craziness now?” “We’ll give it some time. Get to know each other,” he said. “We talked about this far faster than I expected to. I think we were both drawn in by our common interests and that became so much of a focus of our conversations. I’ll be honest with you—you asked me before about my experience. I’ve played around in the past, but I found that it was very empty.” He watched her as he went on, “Bondage is an intimate thing between two people, Rachelle.” He held her eyes with his. “An emotional connection develops between them. It can’t be helped. So it’s very important that both people are ready, and for me that means we are connected. We like each other for more than the kink. If not, it doesn’t work for me. Does that make sense?” There was depth to this guy, she thought. She was actually ready to move faster than him. He had gotten her going and now he seemed to pull back a bit. It made her feel more comfortable, but made her want him even more. “Yes.” She rubbed her palms on her jeans. “We can’t just jump in and make me your—” “Play toy,” he finished for her with another wicked smile. “But soon.”
Chapter 2
Every night for the next two weeks, she and Chase talked over IM. They talked about vanilla interests but the conversation always turned to the favorite subject between them. He told her all of the things he wanted to do to her, and even what he wanted her to do to him. When she found out he was a switch and enjoyed playing the part of the sub sometimes, she told him she would like to tie him up when they finally went through with it—mostly because she still felt a little fear at what they were working toward. But Chase had other plans. He was going to take control, first. He was going to strip her of all of her personal power. The way he started so fast, when they first chatted online, she thought he wanted to meet her that night and tie her up. But, he said he wanted to continue to chat and meet as they had done. He wanted it to be the right time. They talked on the phone a few times and he had her meet him at his office because they were going to lunch nearby. Another time he went to the library to pick her up during the day to go out to eat and they went to dinner a few times. A couple of weeks had gone by since that day at the pub and she was so ready for more than just the wonderful way he kissed. Was this teasing and no play part of his control she thought. It was driving her crazy. Not only was she ready, but she sensed he was, too. Play toy. She wanted to be Chase’s play toy. Soon she would be. Maybe tonight. She pressed a hand to her belly, over the silky black dress she was wearing. Beneath the dress she wore high-waist black silk panties that Chase would love. That was if they went far enough tonight. He had revealed his fetish for the retro 50’s look—he preferred full panties over thongs and bikinis and no cotton. Silky and stretchy. She had not been with anyone who liked that look. She had to admit she really liked the look, too. She felt sexy in the panties. As she waited for the doorbell to ring, she gave her own naughty smile. She had done her best to tease Chase these past couple of weeks, a small payback for how much teasing he was constantly doing.
Twice when they’d had dinner out at corner tables, and she sat facing him, she had let her dress slide up to her hip, exposing her thigh almost up to her panties. She knew he could see and she had been able to tell it had been almost impossible for him to keep from touching her. She would have liked him to touch her, anywhere he wanted. But no, he kept teasing her, time after time on their dates, night after night on IM. Chase said what he was doing wasn’t teasing. He wanted to get to know her better. There was an added bonus, he admitted, drawing out the anticipation. Never having done anything like this made it all the more exciting. The idea of being helpless to a man like Chase. Turning over all control. Trusting him. That was a big part of it for him, he said. Having someone turn over control to him. To trust him. He didn’t want to take anything that was not willingly given to him. The thought made her hot. Some of his favorite positions to tie someone in had seemed to be too much when he first told her about them. Now she wanted to be in those positions. She wanted to be his helpless play toy. She was going to have to kill him if she had to anticipate much longer. Her reflection in the oblong oak mirror stopped her as she paced her living room again. She studied herself and wondered if her look might be considered half girl-next-door and half slut. It was the look he said he liked. The bright red lipstick made her lips look fuller and like her lips and mouth were made for more than just smiling and eating. Her soft blonde hair was pinned up and the black dress felt so good against her and she loved the sexy heels. She liked the look and she knew Chase would, too. She hoped he’d like it enough that he’d want to strip the dress off of her tonight. When the doorbell rang, she startled and jerked her attention to the front door. Chase liked to be on time—he didn’t like to wait which was something she knew would be important to him when she finally submitted. That thought gave her another excited shiver. She grabbed her black satin clutch purse and swung open the door. Chase stood on her doorstep, not dressed in a button down shirt and slacks as usual. He wore jeans and a collared shirt, and a smug look on his handsome face. He had two large leather duffel bags, one in each hand. “You look pretty.” Chase dropped the duffel bags in the entryway and closed the door behind him. He did it all without taking his eyes from hers. She found herself in his arms and he
swept his lips over hers before murmuring, “My pretty Rachelle. My play toy.” Breath caught in her throat as both excitement and a small thrill of fear surged inside her body. “Are you afraid of me?” Chase’s smile was wicked again as he slid his fingers along her bare arms to her fingertips. “Afraid of what I might do to you?” She shook her head. “No.” That was true, but the thought of giving up control to anyone, being entirely at their mercy was both exhilarating and terrifying. “Not really.” “Not really?” He brought his fingers up and tugged at the clip from her hair then released it so that it fell and swung around her shoulders and to the small of her back. “You don’t have anything to fear with me, you know that don’t you?” She could only find herself agreeing with him. “Never.” “Good.” Chase clasped her face in his strong hands and brought his lips to hers with decisive force that surprised her. Nothing gentle about this kiss. No, the kiss told her she was going to get what she wanted. Everything she wanted. Their mouths parted just enough for him to say, “You’re going to find out how much you can trust me. Now.”
Chapter 3
Rachelle gasped against Chase’s mouth as his fingers found her zipper and tugged it all the way down. The moment seemed almost surreal as she met his gaze. He pushed the sleeves off her shoulders and the dress slid down her body, all silk and softness as it caressed her while it fell. She stepped out of it and he let his gaze drift over her. “Love it.” His eyes met hers and he cupped her breasts in his palms. She caught her breath again when he pinched her nipples through her satin bra. “Love you in black. Love how you look in those panties.” He made her feel sexy and beautiful the way he talked with her, smiled at her. She wasn’t perfect and from the start he had made it clear that he loved everything about her, including her appearance. Chase moved his hands from her breasts and skimmed his fingers over her curves and her belly. She wondered what he was thinking, what he thought her body without clothing. When his gaze met hers again, his expression told her everything. He loved how she looked. “I’m going to start slow with you.” he said. “Are you ready?” Was she ready? Fear and excitement raced through her belly. Yes, she had wanted this from the beginning. She had wanted him and everything he could do to and share with her. Chase crouched and removed one of her high heels and then the next before he stood again. He then moved behind her and she felt his fingers at the back of her bra and then it came undone. Heat flooded her body as he slipped her bra down her arms and slipped it over her hands. Her nipples tightened as he looked at her and then he touched them, teased them. Her heart beat faster and she fell into his touch. He ran his hands along her sides to her panties and she felt the heat of his palms through the silky material. “We’ll leave these on for now,” he murmured. Chase slowly moved his fingertips up her arms. She shivered from the contact of his
fingers brushing her skin. The way he touched her was erotic, sensual. Her heart pounded a little faster as he moved the bags to the couch. He drew leather cuffs from one of the bags. The cuffs had O rings on them and shiny buckles. He returned to her and took each of her wrists and buckled each cuff around her wrists. Then he drew a slightly longer pair out of the duffel, and one at a time had her put each foot on a chair, and then buckled on the ankle cuffs. The whole time he put the cuffs on her, her excitement and nervousness grew. “Do you trust me?” he asked as he played with her nipples and nuzzled her ear. She nodded. “Yes.” “Good.” He ran his hand over her shoulder, touching her in a sensual motion that excited her, made her feel even more confident about doing this with him. “I love that you trust me enough to play with me.” He brought a plastic bag out of one of the duffels. She squinted and then saw they were clips. He took a few out and then returned and clipped the cuffs in front of her. He reached into his pocket and brought out something silver. He kissed her and she closed her eyes, falling into the pleasure of it. While he kissed her, she felt pressure on first one nipple then the other and she thought she heard the light tinkle of bells. When he drew away from the kiss she looked down and saw nooses around her nipples with tiny silver bells hanging from them. He caused the bells to swing by lightly touching them and then he smiled at her. After he kissed her again, he retrieved a wide collar out of the bag and buckled it around her neck, followed by clipping a leash to one of the metal rings on the collar. “I want to tour your home.” He pulled on the leash and brought her face close to his. “Do you mind?” “No.” In fact, she felt a sweep of pleasure at the thought of him being in every room of her home. He kissed her softly. “On your knees, hands on the floor.” He held onto the leash and gently pushed down on one of her shoulders. The bells on her nipples tinkled as she obeyed and she felt the snug pressure of the tightened nooses. He had her put her palms on the floor, the cuffs on her wrists clipped together. A shiver of excitement went through her. “Walk with me.” He tugged on the leash and she started following him through her house, bells tinkling as she moved. Her knees were thankful that her house was mostly carpeted.
It wasn’t easy moving with her wrists fastened together, but it made for a more intense experience. Leading her around on a leash was another form of control as he showed her that he was master tonight and she was his play toy. When they made it to the master bedroom, he made a sound of approval. “This is perfect.” Chase hooked the end of the leash onto one of her bedposts. He crouched beside her and stroked her hair. “While I get my bags, stay right here just like you are.” She looked up at him. “Okay.” He turned and walked out of the room. She loved the power and confidence in his stride, the way he moved. She loved his masculine looks, the line of his jaw, the firmness of his lips. She loved the color of his eyes and the softness of his hair. And now she was getting to play with him. He returned with two bags and set each on one of the two armchairs in her room. She watched as he dug out a long metal rod from the bigger of the two duffels, and also grabbed a few clips. The rod had rings on each side of it and one in the middle and she wondered what he had in mind for it. He carried it to her then removed the leash from the bedpost. “Stand, Rachelle.” He held her arm as she got to her feet, bells tinkling as she moved. When she was standing, he brought her into the circle of his arms and kissed her. “You are beautiful,” he said as he stroked her curves and kissed her lightly. Rachelle had decided early in their relationship to take his compliments with grace because he had a way of saying them that let her know he meant them. He tugged her leash and led her to the door to her bedroom that had a soft terrycloth robe hanging from it. He threw the robe aside and told her to stand in front of the door. Her heart beat a little faster. What did he have in mind? She had seen so many incredible things in the photographs that there was no telling what he was going to do to her. First he unhooked her wrist cuffs then brought her hands around her back and then clipped the cuffs to each other again. “We’re going to go slow.” He kissed her cheek as he faced her again. “I’m only going to push you as far as I think you can take it. Okay?” She nodded. “Yes.” He dug a long black cloth out of his pocket and raised it to her eyes. “I’m going to take away your sight now.” Her belly flip-flopped as he tied the blindfold and fixed it securely so that no light got in
and she couldn’t see a thing. He moved away and she heard him digging through one of the bags and heard the rattle of chains. The sound made her heart beat a little faster. What was he going to do with her now? When he returned, she felt the cold brush of metal as he clipped the end of a chain to the cuffs then brought her arms up. They were cuffed behind her back, so when he raised them up it forced her to bend forward a little. The discomfort caused an ache in her arms and she heard him clip the chain to something metal. No doubt the hook on her bedroom door. “How are you?” He stroked her cheek. “Fine,” she said. He ran his hands along her legs and eased down so that his hands were on her bare feet. She heard chain against the metal rod. “Spread your legs.” Chase put his palms on the insides of her thighs and pressed them apart. Her cheeks went warm as she did what he told her. When her legs were spread, she felt the brush of the metal over the tops of her feet from the metal bar and then he moved it and put it between her feet. She heard clips as she felt the ankle cuffs move and the clank of metal on metal. “Move your legs,” he said. She tried and found that she couldn’t move her legs in or out. She was stuck with them spread apart. “I’m using a spreader bar on you.” Another way of controlling her, playing with her. She felt him unclip the leash from her collar and then he clipped a chain to it and pulled her head down so that she was bent over and her hands held high behind her. She felt a tug on the chain as it pulled her down by the collar. Then there was the clipping sound of the chain to the metal bar. She tried to rise but she couldn’t because the chain kept her in the bent over position. “Uncomfortable?” he asked. “Very.” She felt his nearness, could smell his warm skin. Sometime after he put the blindfold on her he must have removed his clothing. He rubbed her ass over her panties. “Do you like it?” Yeah, she really did. “Yes,” she said. “I like it.” “It turns me on to know that you enjoy it like I do.” He cupped her under her chin. “And you look so hot like that. My little play toy.” He moved closer and she felt his erection against her mouth. She parted her lips in invitation and he slid his cock inside. “That feels so good, Rachelle.” He put his hand on the back of her head as he moved
slowly in and out of her mouth. Warmth filled her. She loved giving him pleasure, loved being his play toy. He didn’t make her feel like an object. They were playing in an erotic, bizarre way, and she found it exciting, beyond her imagination. He groaned then pulled out of her mouth. “I have a few more things in store for you.” She licked her lips and he unclipped the chain from the spreader bar and she was able to rise up a little. Then he unclipped her wrists from the chain that was holding her arms back. Blood rushed back into her limbs and he rubbed her arms as he brought them down. “Are you doing all right?” “Yes.” Her world was still dark from the blindfold and she wished she could see him. He kissed her. She loved how he kissed. It was amazing every time his lips were against hers and the way his tongue touched hers. “Now kneel.” He drew away and held her by her arm as she did what he told her to. “Lie on your stomach,” he said and he helped her so that she didn’t fall forward. “Good girl.” He ran his palm over her scalp and brushed hair from her face. She heard him take more clips and fastened one of her ankle cuffs to one of her wrist cuffs and then repeated it with her opposite ankle and wrist. “Feel uncomfortable and out of control?” he asked and she nodded, her cheek against the carpet. “That’s part of the whole experience.” She could almost hear the seductive smile in his voice. It felt unnerving to be in this position. He had already taken her control. Now what would he do? “Do you remember seeing this position in the pictures I’ve shown you?” he asked. She nodded. “It’s called a hogtie and it’s one of my favorite positions” When he moved away, she heard more chains rattling. What was he going to do now? Her breathing grew a little more rapid as he pulled something over her face. “This is a head harness.” He adjusted it and she felt him as he buckled the straps. “It’s a unique look that I love.” She heard the rattle of chains again and then he pulled her head back so that it was high, in a more uncomfortable position. He hooked the chains up so that they connected from the head harness to each ankle. It held her head up and back. Rachelle was amazed that she felt more excited with everything he did. He knelt beside her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Are you all right? If you’re not, I can take you out of this at once. So are you sure you’re okay?”
”I’m good,” she said. “Uncomfortable, but it’s a hot feeling.” Chance stroked her long hair from her face then moved away and she heard him reach into his bag. He pressed something firm and round against her lips. “Once this ball gag is in your mouth you’re not going to be able to talk,” he said. “So if anything scares you or freaks you out, make this sound.” He made a sound and then had her repeat it a couple of times to be sure she had it down. “Open.” He pressed the ball to her lips. She obeyed and he pushed the ball into her mouth. It forced her jaws wide and it hurt a little when it went into her mouth. When it was in, he buckled the black straps behind her head and then he came back to face her. “Now make the sound again,” he said. “I want to make sure that you can do it with the ball gag in.” She did it just like he had taught her and he stroked her shoulder as if telling her she had pleased him. The fact that he was so careful with her, making sure she felt safe, sent warmth throughout her. “You are doing wonderfully.” He stroked her arm. “I’m going to do something now that’s going to be even more uncomfortable.” Bring it on, she thought. She held her breath for a moment, wondering what he was going to do as he rustled in his pack. She heard the sound of a package being opened. He knelt at her side. “I bought a small one. Consider it a training plug.” He started probing her ass and she tensed. I put some lube on it to help it slide in.” He rubbed her ass cheek as if coaxing her. “Relax. It will go much easier.” She wanted to laugh behind the ball gag. Relax? He was crazy. She had always wondered what it would feel like to have a plug put inside her, but reality could be a little intimidating. “You’re doing great.” He started to slide the plug inside of her. “You’re amazing. You’re taking a lot and this is your first time.” She squeezed her eyes and squeezed her ass, too. “I told you to relax,” he said. “It will go in a lot easier.” She made herself relax. At the right moment he slid the plug up her ass and she felt a sudden burn of pain and then a fullness that she had never experienced before.
“Beautiful.” He leaned close and kissed her nape. “Do you like knowing that I love this?” Rachelle couldn’t nod with her head pulled back, but she let him know she did with a sound of affirmation. And it was true, she loved doing this for him and for her. She had imagined this and the real thing was even better. Especially because it was Chase. The bond they had developed the past few weeks made it more than amazing. He moved away and again she heard him rustling in the bag and another sound of a package opening. This time he moved her panties aside and slid something into her pussy. It slipped in easily because she was so wet, so hot. She now felt full, stuffed, from the butt plug and what was either a dildo or a vibrator. It began to vibrate, sending wonderful sensations throughout her. Then the butt plug started vibrating, too. She made a strangled sound behind her gag, one that expressed the intensity of what she was feeling. Her eyes nearly crossed from the pleasure she felt. It was unreal, being in this position and feeling the vibrators inside her. She felt an orgasm starting to build inside of her. She needed to come so badly that she couldn’t think of anything but the position she was in, the feel of being so full with the vibrators, and thoughts of the man who had her here and was loving it. Her climax exploded through her. She felt it everywhere. From her belly to her pussy to her ass and even her nipples. Her whole body seemed to vibrate in time with the plug and dildo. The never ending sensations had her squirming, her body throbbing. She wanted to beg him to take them out but she had the ball gag in and all she could manage were muffled sounds that could have been excitement. She didn’t want to use their safe sound. She was enjoying this all far too much. She came two more times before he finally turned the plug and vibrator off and drew them out. She wanted to relax in a puddle of goo but the tight hogtie made that impossible. Chase unclipped the chains leading from the head harness to her ankle cuffs and between her wrists and ankle cuffs. As soon as she was free of the chains and clips he brought her into his arms and settled her in his lap on the floor. She sagged, her whole body relaxing against him. He kissed the top of her head. “Ready for more?” Chance picked her up and took her to the bed. The strength of his arms surrounded her. They sat on the edge of the bed and he removed the head harness, the ball gag, and then the blindfold and she blinked and then looked at him and smiled. He brushed his lips over hers and smiled in return.
He brought up her wrists, took off the clip and unbuckled the cuffs, followed by removing the ones on her ankles. She studied his body. He was fit and toned and she loved the way he looked. “How are you?” he asked. “Fine.” She smiled. “More than fine. I feel fantastic. It’s all been amazing, exciting.” He hugged her to him. “You are amazing, Rachelle.” He brought her up and onto the bed and scooted so that they were in the middle. He turned her over so that she was on her back and he stripped her panties off. Excitement whirled in her belly as he took a small foil package he had left on her nightstand, opened it, and slipped the condom on his erection. Chase settled between her thighs and linked their hands together and put them over her head. He slid into her and she gasped at the sensation of him being inside of her. He filled her even more than the vibrator had. It felt so wonderful, so incredible having him inside of her. She was surprised that he was taking her in a vanilla way, but she loved it. She loved how intense everything had been leading up to this moment, and the kind of pleasure he was showing her now. He took her slow and gentle, sucking her nipples and kissing her. She was stimulated, so excited, that she was close to coming. But she wanted to hold back as long as she could. She wanted to draw this out forever and she wanted to come with him. His expression was intense, passionate. But he was so gentle, so loving, that it took her breath away. A man who loved the bizarre, the rough and down and dirty play, was also the type of man who could make her feel cherished. He felt so big and thick inside of her and she was so sensitive from the vibrator. She climbed higher and higher, an orgasm building inside of her like music rising, rising, and nearing the crescendo… And then she couldn’t wait any longer. “I’m going to come,” she said in between harsh breaths. “Hold on… Wait…” He pressed himself tight against her. “Come for me, Rachelle.” Pleasure burst within her, sending heat throughout her body. Delicious warmth that filled her with sensations like she’d never experienced before. Chase groaned a sound of satisfaction as he rocked in and out of her a few more times. His cock throbbed inside of her as her core continued to spasm. When the tension left his body and she relaxed, he rolled her over to hold her. With a sigh of pleasure that she’d never experienced before, she closed her eyes and
fell asleep in his arms.
Chapter 4
Rachelle shifted in her chair in the exclusive restaurant that Chance had taken her to. Beneath her blouse and the light bolero jacket she wore with her evening dress, she wore a pair of silver nipple hoops with charms dangling from them. He smiled at her from across the table and took a drink of red wine. He held her gaze as he looked at her over the rim. The way he looked at her was filled with sensual meaning. “Last night was incredible.” Rachelle smiled. “And the night before and the night before… Every night we’re together is.” “It gets better and better.” Chance returned her smile. “It’s the emotional connection between us, not just the sexual.” It seemed that all she had to do was hear his voice and she became excited and thrills rolled through her. “Yes,” Rachelle said. “I had imagined doing what we do a hundred times, but reality far exceeds fantasy.” “For some it does,” Chase said. “For others it’s just the opposite. I love that you enjoy it as much as I do.” “Yes.” She ran her finger around the rim of her wine glass. “Love it.” He moved his glass aside and leaned close, his voice low. “How does it make you feel when I tie you up and do unusual things to you?” Heat found her cheeks. “It makes me feel closer to you. I can’t explain it. The whole thing is hot and erotic, but I also love how you love it.” “You know that you’re not an object to me,” he said. “It’s a fun way to share something together that can be amazing.” “You don’t make me feel like an object.” She touched the stem of her wine glass. “You make me feel special.” His look was intense, almost serious. “That’s because you are special.” The server arrived with the second round of drinks they had ordered earlier, and set them on the table. As he took their empty glasses, he asked if there was anything else they
needed. Both Rachelle and Chance said that they didn’t need anything else. The server left and Rachelle looked at Chance. “Are we going to play tonight?” she asked. He gave her a slow, sexy smile. “What do you think?” She picked up her fork. “Yes, I hope.” He didn’t touch his food. Instead he studied her. “You look so beautiful.” “Thank you.” She took his compliment with the knowledge that he meant it. Thoughts of the horrible things her ex would say to her had faded during her relationship with Chase. Her time with him had been healing to her heart and soul. He fit her perfectly. “I have plans for you later,” he said. “And not just kink.” She tilted her head to the side. “What kinds of plans?” “You’ll just have to wait and see.” Chance loved to surprise her, to keep his plans a secret. He was so creative she never knew what to expect. She didn’t know there were so many ways, so many positions, so much to do when it came to kink. Every time was something new or an added twist to what they had done before. They each took a drink of their wine. When they had set their glasses down, he reached across the table and stroked the back of her hand. His touch was soft and sensual, the combination electrifying. “This is just the beginning of a long, amazing relationship, Rachelle.” She met his eyes and her heart beat faster. There was something he wanted to tell her and whatever it was, it was important to him, and probably important to her, too. He locked his gaze with hers. “I would like you to move in with me.” She almost knocked her wine glass over and it took her a moment to gather herself. “You want me to move in with you.” She repeated his statement slowly, as if to make sure she heard him correctly. “We make a good match in so many ways.” He rested his hand on hers and squeezed. “More than a good match.” “Yes, we do.” Thoughts swirled through her mind. This was the last thing she had expected to hear tonight. His expression was serious now. “Will you?” An excited feeling made her skin tingle. She gave a naughty grin. “Does that mean we would be able to play all of the time?” His sexy smile returned. “As much as you would like.” “And I can tie you up sometime?” she said and he laughed.
“If you want to, sure,” he said with a grin. She raised her glass and he raised his. “Then you have a deal,” she said. He leaned across the table and she met him halfway. His lips were warm as he kissed her and she felt a happiness that she had never felt before. He murmured against her lips. “This is just the beginning.” “Just the beginning,” she agreed and kissed him again. ###
The Boss
Chapter 1
Austin Graham did a double take as he walked into the office. He’d recognize that ass anywhere. After all, he’d spent a good deal of time staring at it. Tanya James knelt beneath her desk, her ass up in the air. Her black skirt had crept up and he got a good look at her red panties. Nice. Hunger stirred inside him and a good number of thoughts went through his mind. Taking her from behind and spanking that beautiful ass were among them. Her long brown hair that normally reached her waist was pulled up. He imagined letting her hair free, wrapping it around his hand, and pulling her head back as he took her. Tanya was beyond sexy with the kind of figure he considered hot—full with generous curves. She dressed on the conservative side which made him want to strip her all the more to see for himself what was beneath that suit. He mentally shook his head. The last thing he needed was to get fired for having a relationship with one of the support staff. Although Tanya just might be worth it. She eased out from under the desk and he decided it was a good time to head into his office. “Austin.” Tanya’s voice brought him to a stop and he faced her, hoping she hadn’t caught him staring at her. He nearly groaned when he got a look at her from the front. She had her jacket off and he could tell she was wearing a bra beneath her silky blouse, but it didn’t prevent her nipples from pressing against the soft fabric, large and obvious. No doubt she didn’t realize that or she would have that jacket back on. “The contracts just arrived for the Harris building lease.”F “Great.” He relaxed. “Put them on my desk after you log them.” “Yes, sir. I’ll have these contracts in to you as soon as I’m finished with them.” Austin gave her a brief nod, headed into his office, and shut the door behind him. He
thought about Tanya and taking her many ways, many times. He had to stop this obsession with her. Interoffice romances never worked, even if it wasn’t against company policy. Not to mention he was her boss. Austin sat in his chair and booted up his PC to check email. Instead he found himself searching the internet for some of his favorite images. Bondage and spanking and other hot pics filled his screen. His cock grew harder as he imagined Tanya instead of one of the random women in the pics. He imagined she was the one wearing the ball gag while on her elbows and knees as he flogged her beautiful ass. Ten minutes later, Tanya lightly knocked then walked in carrying a stack of papers. Austin clicked the minimize icon on his Internet browser and gave her a smile. “Here you go.” She set the papers on his desk and smiled in return. He didn’t think she did it on purpose, more that it was something she did without thinking, but her smile was sultry and sexy, the kind that made a man think of hot, sweaty sex. He wondered what those beautiful lips would look like around a ball gag, her arms stretched high overhead with her wrists tied to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Nipple clamps would dangle from her large nipples and he’d have a butt plug up her ass. Yeah, he’d like to play rough with her, real rough. Thankfully he was sitting behind his desk so that she couldn’t see his erection tenting his slacks. It wouldn’t do for the senior vice president of the company to be caught with a hard-on when his executive assistant was in the room.
Tanya eased into her desk chair and sighed. She wanted Austin so badly that she constantly ached between her thighs and her nipples were permanently hard when she was around him. She hadn’t planned on him catching her kneeling beneath her desk, but the thought made her smile. Had it caused him to think about her in ways other than as his assistant? She wished she had her friend and co-worker, Jessica’s, confidence in herself. If she did, she would seduce her boss in his office. She imagined him bending her over his desk while he took her from behind. The thought was so hot it made her squirm in her chair. Better yet she would like to be tied up like some of the women were in the pictures Austin looked at from time to time on his computer. He wanted her to have access to his files on his computer for business reasons. He had no idea she could see the drive he was connected to on his home computer. She came across it the first time by accident when he left it minimized on the screen. She couldn’t get the images
out of her mind and spent time thinking about what he obviously enjoyed, a helpless woman. Tanya stared at the door to his office, wondering what he was doing. Did she cross his mind when she wasn’t around him? Several times she had noticed him watching her when he didn’t think she was looking. Did that mean anything? Austin Graham was everything she could want in a man and more. Not only was he good looking with his dark eyes and dark hair and striking features, but he had a great personality. He was easygoing with his employees, always professional but would have a little fun with his staff now and then. He never crossed the boundary between being the senior VP and being too familiar with his employees, but he made them all feel like they were part of a team and they enjoyed working with him. Tanya thought about the other sides of him. There were a lot of complexities that made up the man and she wanted to know them all better. He joined the company a few months ago and she had fallen for him within weeks. As his executive assistant she had also seen another, more private side of him because she was around him so much. She knew about the extraordinary donations he made to his favorite causes that he never mentioned. She had heard the gentleness in his tone as he talked with his mother and the amusement in his voice when speaking with his nephew who always made him laugh. There was also this kinky side of him that she now knew that few others, if anyone else, did. She liked knowing his secret and she would never even tell Jessica. No, she would guard this. She thought often of what would happen if she told him she knew what he liked, and she wanted him to do it to her. But that was not her style. She was the quiet type—the thought of actually saying something to him made her stomach twist. No, that conversation was for her fantasies only. Before she saw the pictures she really didn’t know what bondage and discipline was. The pictures she saw raised her curiosity and she had done her own research online. She realized that a lot of people, normal people like her, like Austin, liked it. She couldn’t figure out whether she was infatuated with the idea of being helpless to a strong controlling man or whether she was infatuated in being with Austin and doing something he liked to do. Regardless, all the time now she thought about being helpless and vulnerable and she thought only about being that way with Austin. Tanya glanced at her schedule and saw that she needed to get a letter out for Austin to Max Henry. She scrunched up her nose as she scrolled through the files on computer. Austin said that he had completed the letter, but apparently he hadn’t remembered to send it to her.
She pushed a wisp of hair from across her cheek behind her ear as she got up and started toward the open door of his office. When she reached it she knocked on the doorframe then looked inside. His chair and office were empty—she hadn’t noticed him leave. She walked to his desk. No doubt he had the file in the client’s computer folder as usual. As she settled behind Austin's desk, she bumped the mouse and the screensaver vanished, showing the Internet browser. Tanya went completely still. On the screen was a website with a picture of a woman, naked, a ball gag in her mouth, and her hands bound behind her back, and a butt plug in her ass while she lay over a man’s lap as she’s being spanked. With her heart in her throat, Tanya scrolled downed further. The next picture was of a woman on her knees, sucking a man’s cock. The woman wore a collar and the man held her by a leash. The third made her tingle between her thighs even more. A woman was on a bed on her knees, her arms stretched over her head, her cheek pressed against a pillow. A man was holding her long hair in one hand, using it to pull her head back as he fucked her. To think this was what turned him on. What would he do if he knew that she was aware of his interests? “Tanya.” Austin’s voice sent heat rushing through her cheeks as she minimized the browser screen. “What are you looking for?” he asked as she raised her head. He was used to her getting onto his computer when she needed something, still she felt as if she had been doing something wrong. “Trying to find the Miller Corporation folder.” She rose to stand, her heart racing. “I need the letter you just wrote to Mr. Miller, but I can’t seem to locate the file. I figured you had finished it but hadn’t forwarded it to me, and I wanted to save it to my drive.” “I’ll send it to you now.” Austin walked around behind the desk and she moved out of his way. “Great.” She worked on a smile. “I’ll get right on it as soon as I get it.”
Austin sat in his chair. Tanya had seemed to act a little odd, and her cheeks had been bright red. Slow realization came to him as he looked at the lower part of the screen where the Internet browser had been minimized. Had he left that open? He clicked on it and the website he’d been looking at last popped up. He had just gone to that website when a call came in and he’d had to take care of something himself. He had
forgotten to close it. And he hadn’t had a chance to scroll down the screen to look at anything more than the first picture on this site. He got up from his desk and stood in the doorway and looked at Tanya. She had her head down as if studying something intently on her desk. He pushed his hand through his hair. Damn. Tanya knew his little secret. She had obviously taken the time to look at some of the pictures before he had arrived. Unfortunately, not everyone liked BDSM as he found in previous relationships. A few had tried it, but they did it for him, because he loved it. He had found no one who thought about it like he did, and actually did it because she loved it, too. On the other hand, maybe the sexy assistant had liked what she had seen. What was he going to do with her even if she liked it? The idea of the boss having a sexual relationship with his assistant was a potential disaster. He would be gone if that got out, but then what a way to go. The thought amused him and aroused him at the same time. He imagined himself finding out just how much Tanya liked those pictures and showing her what submission was all about.
Chapter 2
“You haven’t dated in so long.” Jessica toyed with her wine glass as she shifted on the bar stool. “You still have a crush on your boss.” “In the worst way.” Tanya smiled as she thought of Austin. She didn’t want to get over the obsession. She wanted him. “He’s the only man who appeals to me. He would be hard for any man to live up to.” “Interoffice dating is forbidden.” Jessica took a sip of wine. “Of course I don’t need to tell you that.” “Sure don’t, but maybe I should quit. After all it’s easier to find a job than the right guy.” Tanya tugged down her skirt that was a little shorter than she was used to then adjusted her blouse that showed off her cleavage more than she’d planned. Going clothes shopping with Jessica was dangerous to her budget and her wardrobe. “But I can’t get my mind off him.” “Well, honey, I need to go.” Jessica set a five on the bar for a tip and swiveled her seat. “Are you leaving with me?” “Nah.” Tanya smiled at Jessica. “I’m going to finish downing my mojito and catch a taxi home.” Jessica patted Tanya on her bare leg. “Do what you need to do to move on.” “I should.” Tanya pushed her almost waist length brown hair over her shoulder. “It’s just not going to be easy.” “You can do it.” Jessica slung her purse over her shoulder. “See you at work Monday.” Tanya nodded and raised her third mojito. “See you.” She didn’t watch Jessica leave. Instead she scanned the bar’s patrons the best she could. Maybe there was someone who would interest her more than Austin Graham, although that was highly unlikely. Man, she had it bad. Friday night happy hour and Peppers had a good crowd. Most of the people probably just got off work and needed a little something to unwind. Around nine a band would start playing and the bar would be beyond crowded.
She didn’t mind being alone and checking out the place. People-watching was one of her favorite things to do. She passed her gaze over a man in a booth and she did a double-take. It wasn’t. It was. It was Austin. He was on the phone and as far as she knew, he hadn’t noticed her. For a moment she watched him. He wore a black polo shirt which made it easy to see the flex of muscle in his carved biceps as he moved. She imagined listening to his smooth, sexy voice as he spoke on the phone. Or better yet, as he spoke to her. She thought about the pictures he looked at on his computer. What he liked might frighten some, but not her. She never would have figured this guy had these interests and it made him all the more exciting. Though she had never tried those things, many women had to like the thought of being helpless at the hands of a strong man. She liked knowing his secret. She considered fleeing before he saw her in her too-short skirt and busty blouse. Or maybe it was the perfect time to sit with him and talk if he invited her to. He was probably meeting someone, but why not give it a try? She swallowed. She wanted a relationship with Austin and that was never going to happen if she didn’t try to get to know him better, and for him to get to know her better. She’d better hurry. She didn’t want him to leave. Tanya looked down at her almost full drink. She usually didn’t drink this fast, but here goes, she thought. Nothing like mojito courage. Tanya slid off the bar stool, smoothed her skirt, and adjusted her blouse so that she wasn’t spilling out of it. She didn’t have a perfect body by a long shot and she wondered what Austin thought about imperfect figures. She glanced in the mirror behind the bar and took a deep breath. “Austin, here I come,” she murmured under her breath as she wound her way through the crowd. Jessica had said the short skirt showed off her long legs, which she had been told were one of her best assets. He pressed the OFF button on his Blackberry just as she reached the table. As he slowly looked up, he examined her from her legs to her breasts and then his dark eyes met hers and recognition flashed in them. His smile was so sexy it almost made her squirm. “Tanya.” His voice was low, sensual. She lowered her eyelids. “Hi, Austin.” He glanced over her shoulder. “Are you here with someone for happy hour?” “Not now.” She shook her head and let her hair slide over her shoulders. “Jessica left a few minutes ago.”
“My meeting just canceled.” He raised his Blackberry as if to say he’d just been talking with the person who had canceled, before sliding the cell phone into the pocket of his slacks. “Have a drink with me.” “Sure.” Tanya felt jittery as she slipped into the booth then slid on the bench seat until she was sitting across from him. Her stomach twisted with excitement at having a drink with her boss, the man she’d had a thing for ever since he started working for the company. He signaled for the server and when she arrived, Tanya said she would like another mojito. “How do you like L.A.?” he asked. “Not having any family in this area must be hard.” For a moment she was taken aback that he knew that about her since he never asked where her family lived before. He hadn’t asked much about her personal life since they started working together. She faltered for a second. “It’s fine with just me and my calico, Amanda,” Tanya said. “I wanted a fresh start and a big change. That’s what I got when I moved here, and then some.” A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “Culture shock?” “You could say that.” She smiled. “But I adapted pretty quickly.” He studied her as if recalling something. “You’re from the Midwest and most of your family is in Kansas.” “Yes.” Even more amazement filtered through her before she responded. “I have a few extended family members sprinkled around the country. None in California.” He smiled. “You’re not married and no boyfriend.” She blinked. Had she told him that? No, she didn’t think so. She pushed a strand of hair over her shoulder. “How did you know all of that?” The server arrived and set Tanya’s mojito in front of her and Austin paid for her drink. After the server left, he said, “When I’m interested in something or someone I find it out.” The emphasis on someone made butterflies skip in her belly. Had he meant because he wanted to know more about her as his assistant, or something more?” Anxious to change the subject away from herself, she said, “What about you? Were you ever married, do you have a girlfriend, been here long?” She almost felt embarrassed by asking him the personal questions, but he had opened it by talking about her personal life. He smiled. “No, no, and I was born in Anaheim and have lived here my entire life.” Austin picked up his glass of scotch. “You’ve been on the support staff for almost a year now,” he stated after the waitress left. “Do you like the job change as my executive assistant
when I started at the company?” “Yes.” She smiled as she leaned back and crossed her legs at her knees. She bumped his leg with her shoe and pretended not to notice. “At times it can be a little rough, but nothing I can’t handle.” The corner of his mouth turned up. His smile was so sexual that she had to squeeze her legs tightly together. “So, do you mind the rough? I have the impression that you like that part of it.” Her eyes widened and she tried to keep her jaw from dropping. “I—I” Her face had to be bright red. Here was her chance and she was speechless. So much for mojito courage. He tapped his fingers on his glass. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I think you saw the pictures on my computer earlier today.” She felt a little reckless. “I know this is the mojito admitting more than I should but I really liked those pictures. I’ve seen them before.” He studied her with intensity in his gaze. “Where have you seen those types of pictures?” She bit her lower lip before she spoke. “Ok, but I don’t want to get into trouble.” He looked intrigued. “You won’t.” A deep breath. “On your computer. You leave it connected to your home network.” He raised his brows. “So you’ve known all this time?” “Since day one.” She nodded, the movement making her feel even more tipsy while she wondered if she was about to lose her job. “I can’t get some of those images out of my mind.” “Tomorrow morning I should probably be fired just for talking about this with you.” He paused and met her gaze. “So tell me. Did you think they’re hot?” She swallowed. “Yes, thought they were hot. Exciting.” “Would you like to be one of the women in the pictures?” His voice was low, sexy as he leaned forward in his seat. “Would you ever like to experience what it feels like to submit to someone?” She bit her lower lip before she said, “Yes.” She felt the sudden urge to run. She couldn’t take the sensual assault anymore. She couldn’t believe that she was talking about this to Austin. The waitress set another scotch in front of him and asked Tanya if she wanted another mojito. She shook her head. Anymore mojito courage and she might be ripping off her clothes in public. After the server left, Tanya said, “Okay. My turn. Have you done this sort of thing?” “It’s something I enjoy and have for a long time. It’s not easy finding someone who likes
it as much as I do.” “I can’t say that I have tried it,” she said. “But the pictures that I saw make me, well, they make me excited.” She paused then blurted out, “Do you actually have some of the gags, restraints, and the other equipment that was in some of those pictures?” He held her gaze. “Yes, I do.” “Would you show me some of your equipment?” The mojito courage had her saying things that she would never have said otherwise. Yeah, she was all out of restraint now. “I would like to see it,” she found herself saying. His gaze was intense as he studied her. “This is getting really dangerous.” “Please, please, please.” She leaned closer to him. “I really want to.” He took a drink of his scotch. He set the glass down. “Do you mean come to my apartment?” “Not unless you have it in the trunk of your car,” she said with a grin. “Tanya…” He studied her. “Is this the alcohol talking? I won’t take advantage of you.” Tanya straightened in her seat. “I’ve only had three mojitos and I don’t consider myself drunk. She spoke seriously, knowing this was important. “I’m relaxed enough to be honest about things I normally wouldn’t.” She leaned forward. “But I have wanted those things ever since I first saw them on your computer and I still do.” Austin pushed his empty glass aside. He considered her for a long moment. “Okay. Let’s go.”
Chapter 3
Austin opened the door to his Mercedes for her and then he slipped into the driver’s side. The car’s ride was smooth as he drove. The entire way, fireworks erupted in Tanya’s belly. She was alone with her boss, at night, and going to his apartment and soon to be looking at his bondage toys. “Anymore true confessions?” he asked as he guided his car onto the freeway. “I’ve told you more than I ever expected to,” she said. “Let me ask you a few questions. What is there about BDSM that excites you? Why do you like the thought of tying a woman up?” Austin looked at her. “The idea of total control. It’s not that I take it from you, it’s that you want to give it up. You want to trust me.” He continued to glance at the road and back to her. “I’m stronger than you, but I don’t want to take anything from you that you don’t give me.” He continued, “The idea that you trust me and you are willing to give up all control and be put into a helpless, vulnerable position, is intoxicating. It is knowing that you love to be in that position and are willing to do it for me. “Some people claim that it dehumanizes someone,” he went on. “It’s very much the opposite. It attracts me all the more to that person. To have an intelligent and strong-minded woman give up control to me because she wants to. It’s a high that I can’t get enough of.” “I never thought of it that way.” Tanya found herself more intrigued than ever. “So, does it excite you to see pictures of someone who you don’t know, helpless?” “It does when I think of specific people I would like to experience it with,” he said. “Who in the office do you think of?” she asked, knowing that she was pushing it. “I think of only one person.” He paused. “You.” Flutters traveled from her belly to between her thighs. “You really think of me tied up like that?” “Yes,” he said. “Now you know it all.” “When was the last time you did something like this?” she asked. “I had a girlfriend who broke up with me about nine months ago.” He shrugged. “She tried to like BDSM, but it wasn’t her thing. She preferred vanilla sex. There were other issues,
but that really did us in.” She thought about what it would be like to love something and the person you were with didn’t, and didn’t want anything to do with it. She could see how that would make things difficult in a relationship and why his relationship had ended. “Does it frighten you off that I think of you like the women in those pictures?” he asked. She was quiet as she thought about everything he had just told her. “Did I say something wrong?” he asked. “I think I pushed it too far.” “No,” she said quietly. “From the first time I saw the pictures, I have thought about being in the position of the women with you taking control. Now you know it all.” Austin pulled up to his apartment building at the same time he was digesting Tanya’s statement. He had a feeling she was doing the same thing—thinking about what he had said. After they parked, he helped her out of the car. As they walked, he touched his fingers to the base of her spine. A feeling like electricity sizzled between the two of them, something he had never felt with any other woman. He walked behind her as they took the single flight of stairs up to the apartment building and he got a look at her black panties beneath her short skirt. The red ones he’d had a chance to see yesterday had been hot. These were totally sexy, too. When they reached the first floor, he used his keycard, held the glass door open, and then escorted her to the elevator. Once they were in, he leaned up against one of the brass handrails as they rode it to the twelfth floor of the apartment building. He didn’t say anything on the ride. After all that talk how could there be this silence, he thought. He just let his gaze drift over her, lingering on her breasts and her hard nipples before traveling down to her long legs and then meeting her eyes again. His cock was hard and he ached to get his hands on her. They stepped out of the elevator and he walked three doors to the left and opened the door with his key. She walked ahead of him and he turned on the light. Almost without thinking about it, he grabbed her and spun her around and pushed her up against the wall, catching her by surprise. He took both of her wrists with one of his hands and pinned her arms over her head. He knew she would enjoy being controlled. It was in her eyes, the submissive way she acted around him. Tanya’s heart beat faster and her lips parted. As her boss, Austin had always been so professional. If she hadn’t seen the pictures on his computer, and if he hadn’t asked the questions he did at the bar, she would never have guessed he had this side to him. It made her so hot she could hardly think straight.
“I love that you like those pictures Tanya.” His voice was rough but controlled. “Would you like to do something like that?” She swallowed hard. She couldn’t speak. “Do you want to play with me, Tanya?” His mouth neared hers, his breath warm against her lips. “I think you do.” Her lips parted. She wanted to say yes but she couldn’t get it out. “Tanya.” He said her name in a warning tone as he pressed his body hard against hers. “I asked you a question.” “Yes.” She was finding it hard to breathe, her skin tingling all over. “I want to play with you.” Fire burned her and headed straight between her thighs. “I would like that.” “I can tell.” He bit her ear lobe, hard, causing her to gasp. “From the first time you walked into my office, I thought you would enjoy a little kink. And then when I realized you had looked at some of the pictures, I thought maybe you liked them.” With his free hand he skimmed his fingers over her cleavage before taking one of her nipples and pinching it hard. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out as he pinched her other nipple. It was painful, yet it felt so good. He pressed his body to hers and she felt his erection against her belly. “You know what I want to do with you?” The thought of him taking her tonight, right here in his apartment, made her heart beat even faster. “I think so.” “There are a lot of things I want to do with you.” He moved his mouth to her other ear. He bit her lobe, harder this time and her eyes watered. “Are you ready to find out?” Tanya nodded. “Tell me.” The demand in his voice was unmistakable. “If you have any doubts at all then we won’t go any farther. We can call it a night.” “Yes.” Her throat felt so tight she didn’t know if she could get out the words, but she managed to. “I’m ready to find out.” She caught her breath as he unbuttoned her blouse with one hand, exposing more and more of her cleavage until the blouse fell away from her breasts. He jerked the black bra beneath her breasts and cool air tightened her nipples even more than excitement already had. Austin lowered his head and sucked one of her sensitive nipples and she moaned. Then he moved his mouth to her other breast and sucked it, too. He maneuvered her so that he had her wrists clasped behind her back in one of his hands and they walked. Her breasts seemed to swell from desire as she walked with him, and cool air brushed her wet nipples.
They continued to kiss as he took her to the kitchen. With his free hand he opened a drawer and grabbed a roll of black duct tape. Thrills of unease and excitement caused her body to tingle all over as he placed a piece of tape over her eyes. Blood rushed in her ears as he took away her sight. He pushed her up against a wall again. This time he rubbed her breasts as he kissed her mouth. “You’re beautiful, Tanya.” He palmed her breasts then squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “I’ve fantasized about having you like this.” He rubbed his cock against her belly. “Have you fantasized about me?” He already knew the answer, he had to. She nodded. He kissed her again. “Follow me.” He pulled Tanya along and then they stopped. “Don’t move” She’d never heard so much command in his voice before and she was turned on more than ever. She heard a door open and him rustling in what she assumed was a closet and wondered what he was doing. In moments he was at her side again. He then turned her around and around until she was almost dizzy and didn’t know what direction she was facing. She wanted to see, but he had taken that away from her. “Do you trust me?” he asked. “Yes,” she said.” “I am not going to be easy on you.” He touched her face with his hand. But the moment you want it to end, you say ‘paper’ and it will be over. You will be out.” “You will not hear that word from me,” she said. He took her by her upper arm and forced her to walk. She stumbled in her heels from disorientation but he kept her from falling by the grip he had on her arm. Her arm brushed a doorframe as he moved her through a doorway and shut the door behind them. He left her standing and she heard a light thump and clatter. He returned. “Kick off your heels.” She could not believe this was happening to her. She had imagined him so often restraining her, controlling her, taking her. And here she was, and she was excited beyond her dreams. She had always been self-conscious about her body. She wasn’t perfect. Yet she wanted him to rip her clothes off now and take her. “Hold your hands out,” he said. “Have you ever had leather cuffs on before?” he asked. “No but I want to,” she said.
The cuffs felt snug as he secured them around each wrist. Then he put a smooth pole with rings on each end and a ring in the middle against her shoulder blades. The pole was about the width and girth of a mop handle. Then he took her arms and put each one around the pole so that it was still against her back, but now beneath her armpits, her arms holding it close to her body. He took a lock and secured her wrist cuffs to each end, spreading her arms and her chest thrust out. He paused for a moment and rubbed his hands over her body. “Do you like this?” He nuzzled her neck. “Do you like being my little toy?” “Yes,” she said. “Good.” He took her by her arms. “Up on your tiptoes.” Wondering what he was up to, she obeyed. He moved her so that the pole was raised up which resulted in her arms being raised, too. Then he took her long hair and put it in a rubber band, then tied her hair to something over her head, pulling her head back. Tanya whimpered. She had to stand on her tiptoes because if she didn’t her scalp would feel like her hair was being pulled out by its roots. Tears wet her closed eyes from the pain. It wasn’t horrible, and it lessened if she stayed on her tiptoes, but it still hurt some. She was amazed by the fact that despite pain and discomfort, she was turned on more than she had ever been before. She heard the hiss of a zipper and the rustle of clothing. His body heat warmed her as he stood near her again. He kissed her jawline as he palmed her ass and squeezed it through her skirt. “Do you know how beautiful you look to me?” he asked. “I love your body.” His words made her feel hot inside, made her want him even more. Her arms were growing weary and her scalp hurt and her calves and toes were sore. Still she loved doing this for him, loved doing it for herself. He unzipped the back of her skirt, letting it fall to the floor followed by her panties, and leaving her in her blouse, with her bra pulled below her breasts. She felt his nakedness as he pressed himself against her, warm flesh on warm flesh. He reached between her thighs and she caught her breath when he slipped his fingers into her folds. He kissed her ear and whispered, “You are so wet for me. What we’re doing turns you on.” She moaned at the words he was saying and the way he was making her feel. “One of the fun things is to take away your senses and control,” he said. “You can’t get
out of this can you,” he stated. “No,” she said. “You can’t see can you.” Another statement. She shook her head. “No.” ”Now you can’t talk.” He put what felt like a ball against her lips. She gave a muffled cry as he pushed the ball into her mouth. Then he tied straps from the ball around her head. “Say something,” he said. She could do nothing but groan. “Three high pitched groans like this get you out.” He made the sounds. “Got it? Try it.” She gave three high pitched sounds. “That’s it my pretty girl.” His voice was low and sexy. “I love how you like this...having you helpless…giving up all control to me.” She nodded. It was more incredible than she could ever have imagined. He stroked her between her thighs and she squirmed as he began rubbing her clit. The sensation was incredible as he slipped his finger in and out of her wetness. “Your body is incredible,” he said again as he rubbed himself against her. She loved that he kept saying this. She was self-conscious about her size and she wasn’t perfect. She was heavier than she liked, but she could tell he was turned on. As he stroked her clit he lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples. Her mind spun and everything seemed to go into overdrive. Her oncoming climax wound inside her, tighter and tighter. He licked and sucked her nipples. Her entire body started to vibrate. “That’s it, Tanya. You come for me.” She cried out, her cry muffled by the ball gag. She felt so fantastic as her body shook and trembled. “How was that?” He moved so that their bodies were flush and she felt his erection which seemed even harder than before. She nodded, trying to tell him she loved it as she tried to catch her breath. He reached above her then she sighed with relief when he released her hair. He eased her down from whatever it was she’d been hanging on. She wanted to see him but he left the tape over her eyes. He unlocked her wrist cuffs from the pole and set it aside, leaving her arms aching. He brought her into his embrace. “You looked beautiful up there, your chest thrust out, your head back, and you were so hot when you came.” He moved his hands up and down her arms, relieving some of the ache. “That you would do that for me is amazing.”
“But.” He moved his lips to her ear and spoke softly. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
Chapter 4
Austin looked at the beautiful woman who stood before him. She had looked so damn hot up against the door with her head back, her breasts thrust high and standing on her tiptoes when he’d hooked everything up to a heavy-duty coat hook. Now here she was, an amazing woman who would submit to his every desire if he asked her to. He had no doubt that she would take all that he could give her, and she would enjoy it. He pushed her blouse away from her shoulders and she let it slide to the floor and then he unfastened her bra and it joined the blouse. Her body was amazing. Such nice, generous curves and full breasts. He removed the ball gag, tossed it aside, then pressed his lips to hers. He slipped his tongue into her mouth when her lips parted. She could not believe that just a short while ago at the bar she was thinking of how boring a night it would be and now here she was, restrained by the very man she fantasized about. She couldn’t imagine ever feeling this hot and excited again. She kissed so sweetly but it wasn’t enough for him. He wanted her, needed her, and let her know with the power of his kiss. When he parted from her he smiled at the sight of her lips that were now swollen. He rubbed her shoulders again then pushed down. “Kneel,” he said, even as he forced her. Tanya obeyed him he slipped his fingers into her hair and grasped the back of her head then forced her to take his cock in her mouth. She was eager to please him and he loved that. As she sucked him, she took his cock deep to the back of her throat. She made soft sounds of pleasure which made him impossibly harder, increasing the strength of his oncoming orgasm. He found himself breathing harder, clenching his fist in her hair tighter, pumping his hips faster. It seemed to make her more exited and the sounds she made increased in volume. His thoughts clouded and all he could think about now was the feel of her hot, wet mouth on his cock and the powerful sensations gathering in his groin. His skin felt hot, tight, and as if it might burn off.
With a growl he came hard as he watched her, his hips jerking against her face, his cock throbbing as his come spurted to the back of her throat. Slowly he came down from his orgasm-induced stupor and forced her to stop by pulling her head back by her hair. When he slipped his cock out of her mouth she licked her lips and gave him a smile so sexy that he felt himself start to harden again. “Lower yourself so that your cheek is against the floor.” His voice was rougher, rawer than he had intended. He helped her so that she didn’t fall forward. When she was settled, he rubbed her ass with his palm. “Beautiful.” With her hands behind her back and her cheek pressed to the floor, it wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it was so hot being naked with her ass in the air. He swatted her hard with the palm of his hand. She cried out in surprise and pain but he spanked her again. “You’re making too much noise, Tanya.” When she gave another cry he paused and he pushed the ball gag into her mouth again. “That’s better.” She whimpered and he spanked her again. “You were a very bad girl.” He emphasized bad and girl with hard swats to each of her ass cheeks. When she gave muffled cries he only spanked her harder. “When you can be quiet I’ll be finished punishing you.” Her eyes were damp and she had to fight to keep from crying out. As he swatted her ass he slipped his fingers into her wet folds from behind. The moment he stroked her clit she came hard. She couldn’t hold back the cries, and every spanking he gave her only caused her core to throb and ache for more. She managed to stop making sounds. He stopped spanking her and her whole body relaxed with relief. Her ass stung like crazy and she was lightheaded from having an orgasm in this position. “You make me so hot, Tanya,” he said. She heard the light sound of a package tearing and knew it was a condom. He moved behind her and knelt, then pressed his hard cock against her ass. “I’m already hard for you again and I’m going to let you feel just how big I am.” Excitement spun through her like a whirlwind. She already knew how big he was from having his cock in her mouth. He forced her thighs farther apart and placed his cock at her entrance. He palmed both of her stinging ass cheeks at the same time he thrust inside of her pussy. Tanya would have screamed if it wasn’t for the gag in her mouth. Her core was so sensitive that she didn’t know how much she could take before she came again.
Austin grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back at the same time he started fucking her. He was just as rough as he had promised, pounding in and out of her, and spanking her hard at the same time. “Your hair is gorgeous,” he was saying. “And I your ass spectacular.” The ball gag muffled her cries and being blindfolded made everything seem so much more acute, every sensation more intense. He reached around her again and this time pinched her clit hard as he jerked her hair and it pulled her head back even more. She came as violently as he was taking her. She had told him she liked it rough but now she knew she liked it rough. It was wild, exciting. He gave a low growl as he came. He pumped his hips against her ass as his cock throbbed inside of her sensitive core. Austin leaned over her back, releasing his hold on her hair, then carefully removing the gag from her mouth and tape from her eyes. He rolled them onto their sides so that they were lying on the floor, and he hugged her from behind for a long moment. She tried to catch her breath, her body feeling like one big jumble of nerves. When he shifted she rolled onto her back and looked up to see him with his head propped in his hand, his elbow on the floor and he was smiling as he stared down at her. She returned his smile. He stroked her cheek with the back of his hand. “Hi, gorgeous.” She smiled against his lips. “Was that my quarterly bonus?” He grinned as he trailed his fingers down her bare belly. “You did exceedingly well, Ms. James. Based on your performance I would say that you’re in for plenty more bonuses this quarter.” She laughed. “I’m pleased to hear that, Mr. Graham.” He stroked her hair from her face. “You don’t know how many times I’ve fantasized about you being under my desk, sucking my cock, or bending you over my desk with the door locked, fucking you hard, knowing that no one in the office would have any idea what we are doing.” “That is so hot.” She stroked his powerful biceps with her fingertips. “I’ve had plenty of fantasies about you.” “Such as?” he asked. “None of them compare to what we just did.” Her body warmed at the thought and the sting of her ass would serve as a reminder for a while. “They’re tame in comparison.” “And the pictures?” He gave an amused smile.
She reached between them and stroked his cock. “I’ll take all you can give me and more.”
Chapter 5
“You’re walking a little funny.” Jessica cocked her head and looked at Tanya as she pushed open the glass doors that let them into the office. “Did you get hurt?” You could say that. Tanya managed to avoid giving a broad smile at the memories of Friday night. Then Saturday. And Sunday. All at Austin’s apartment near the beach, learning just how rough and kinky he liked it. Very rough. Very kinky. And she was very sore. She wasn’t sure she was going to be able to sit in her office chair thanks to her now red and stinging ass. She hadn’t known that being spanked and flogged could be so hot. Instead she shrugged. “I tripped over my cat and pulled a hamstring. I think Amanda is out to get me lately.” Jessica laughed. “Cats are like that.” Amanda being ticked was true. The calico hadn’t been happy at all that Tanya wasn’t home most of the weekend. She had stopped by once a day to feed the little princess and make sure she had enough water. Amanda wouldn’t even let Tanya pet her, but she had seemed to like Austin enough to purr and rub up against him when he stroked her soft hair. Tanya would like to purr and rub up against him, too. He had told her about puppy play and pony play. She wondered if there was such a thing as kitty play. The door to Austin’s office was closed and she felt heat rise in her cheeks as she thought about what they had done all weekend. She avoided looking at the door not wanting to give anything away by her expression. “You didn’t.” Jessica sounded almost stunned. Tanya cut her gaze to her friend to see her eyes wide and her jaw dropped. “You did.” Immediately Tanya realized that Jessica had figured it out. Damn, her face was probably red enough it had given her away when she had been thinking about her weekend with Austin. Still she tried to act innocent even though her face had grown hotter. She lowered her voice. “Did what?”
Thank goodness Jessica leaned in close and whispered instead of blurting it out. “You did the boss.” “Right.” Tanya wasn’t going to give up pleading innocent that easily. “You know that’s against the rules.” Jessica snorted in a very unladylike manner but kept her voice down. “As if that would stop someone with the hots for Austin. That someone being you.” Austin’s door opened at that moment. He looked calm and casual, and completely professional. And he looked good enough to eat. As a matter of fact, she would like to go down on him right— “Tanya.” He raised a folder that he was holding. “I need to talk with you about the Miller file.” She almost smiled. That was the file she had been looking for when she discovered the pictures on his computer. She would love to talk with him about it. She wanted nothing more than to please this man. To fulfill all of her fantasies and his. He treated her like a queen. There was something so exciting about this normal looking man who enjoyed tying her up and spanking her. She found it incredible how he seemed to care about her. He was rough, but did it in a way that made her as excited as anyone could be. She wanted to be taken by this man in any way that he wanted it. “I’ll be right there,” she said. Dammit, her voice shook a little. He nodded and stepped back into his office and she continued staring at the spot he’d been standing in. “Helloooo.” Jessica waved her hand in front of Tanya. She couldn’t believe how hot her face kept getting as Jessica went on but thankfully with her voice still at a whisper. “You had better do a much better job of convincing everyone else than you have in trying to convince me.” Tanya glanced around the office and was glad to see that no one was paying attention to either of them. She took a deep breath of relief. She could get it together. Right? She met Jessica’s gaze again. “We’ll talk about it later.” “You’d better.” Jessica smirked. “I want details.” Tanya took a deep breath as Jessica walked away. Urgh. That hadn’t gone well. Fortunately Jessica was a good enough friend that a relationship between Tanya and Austin wasn’t going to get out. Not from Jessica, anyway. If Tanya kept blushing around Austin or acting stupid whenever she thought about him, she was not going to do well in keeping things a secret. Tanya took a deep breath, straightened, then walked toward his office. She had thought
about dressing a little different for work to look sexier for Austin, but that might have people coming to conclusions she didn’t want. So she still wore one of her tailored suits and had her hair pulled back and up. When she reached his office she knocked on the doorframe as usual. He glanced up from whatever he had been working on and gave her a smile so sexy and hot that it made her knees quiver and caused an ache between her thighs. Despite the fact she had just spent an incredible weekend with him, learning about bondage and other kink, and had more sex than she’d had in the past two years combined, she wanted him more than ever. “Close the door.” He got up from his desk as she shut it behind her, and he crossed the room to reach her. He kissed her hard and long. When he drew away her breathing was a little more rapid and her lips felt moist. With a smile he rubbed his thumb along her bottom lip. “I shouldn’t do that in the office.” “I love it,” she said with a smile. “But you’re right, we shouldn’t take chances.” “I need to see Joe for a few minutes.” Austin stepped away and rubbed her shoulders. “It was a good excuse to get you in here, but I really do need that letter taken care of for Miller Corporation.” “You’ve got it, boss.” Just like Austin had said when he told her his fantasies, she liked the idea, too, that no one knew this side of either of them and that they had a private relationship. Even that was exciting, a turn on. This time he gave her a lighter kiss then left her alone in his office. She started toward his desk to find the document she needed when she remembered one of the fantasies that he had shared with her. A slow smile crept over her face. It was a fantasy she could easily make come true.
Austin shoved his hand through his hair as he neared his office. He couldn’t get enough of Tanya. No matter how many times, how many ways, he didn’t think it would ever be enough. When he didn’t see her at her desk he hoped she would be in his office but she wasn’t there, either. He eased into his chair behind his desk. It would be hell to wait until after work to have her again. He glanced at his top drawer and smiled. He had brought something special to take with him to Tanya’s house. He wanted to show her first, draw out her excitement.
The moment he rolled his chair up to his desk, a hand settled on his crotch. Tanya. His cock immediately hardened “Just enjoy,” she murmured, her voice quiet from beneath his desk as she unbuckled his belt. “Pretend you’re working.” The zipper made a soft hiss as she drew it down, pulled down his boxers, then released his cock. He had fantasized about her beneath his desk but the real thing was even hotter than he had imagined. He sucked in his breath as she slid her mouth over his cock. His eyes nearly crossed as she sucked him, her mouth sliding up and down his length. He reached under his desk and pulled on the clip that held her hair up. He felt the weight of her hair as it spilled over his leg. Her hair was beautiful and he imagined how it looked around her face when she was on her back and he was taking her any number of ways. “Are you all right?” Janice Henry’s voice came from the doorway. He had been told she was the resident busybody and snoop. He didn’t have personal experience with her and he really didn’t want to give her something to share with everyone in the company. He straightened in his seat and put his hands on his chair arms. He hoped Tanya would stop going down on him, but she didn’t. It felt so damned good that he didn’t think he could keep his focus on anything else and the feelings were heightened by another woman being in the room. “I’m fine.” He gave her a tense smile. “What can I do for you?” Maybe she would just say what she needed to and leave. Instead, Janice walked up to his desk and settled into one of the two chairs. He wanted to groan. “It’s none of my business,” Janice started. Well that was never a good way for a conversation to start. “But I think Jessica and the VP are having an affair,” Janice finished. Tanya stilled and stopped sucking Austin’s cock. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she started again, this time harder. He rested his forearms on the tabletop and tried to concentrate on Janice. It was almost impossible the way Tanya was going down on him. It felt so damn good. “I appreciate your concern.” He cleared his throat. “Is there anything else?” Janice looked disappointed that he hadn’t responded in some other way. “That’s all.” “Thank you.” He made it clear he was dismissing her. “Would you close the door on your way out? I have to make a conference call.”
He was so close to coming that he didn’t know if he was going to make it until she was out of the office. “Okay…” Her voice trailed off as she rose and she turned away. “Thank you for your time,” she said when she reached the door and then she closed it behind her. Austin reached under his desk and grabbed her head in his hands, forcing her to stop. “I want to lock the door.” “But that was so much fun.” He heard the mischievous grin in her voice. He managed to draw away from her and tucked himself in before he went to his office door and locked it. There were even better things than getting a BJ from under his desk. When he returned he reached down and took Tanya’s hand and drew her out. “But I was having fun,” she said with a little pout. “I’ve got something for that pretty mouth of yours.” He reached into his top drawer for the bag he had planned to take to her house tonight. He pulled out a red ball gag. Her eyes widened as he put the ball gag to her lips and shoved it into her mouth. “That will keep you quiet.” He smiled and kissed the corner of her mouth. He ran his hands along her curves, and she knew he enjoyed the feel of her full figure. He unbuttoned the top of her suit jacket just far enough to see her bra and then pulled her bra beneath her breasts. He lowered his head and sucked first one nipple then the other. Tanya squirmed. She was so wet and hot she could hardly stand it. Austin took her wrists, grabbed something hard and metal out of the bag, and snapped handcuffs onto her wrists. He brought her knuckles to his mouth and brushed his lips over them in a slow sensual movement. Then he released her hands, turned her, and pushed her down face first onto his glass desktop with her cuffed hands over her head. The glass desktop felt cool against her bare breasts. Her heart beat faster as he forced her legs apart then shoved her skirt up. “So beautiful, honey.” He ran his palms over her silky black and hot pink panties. She heard the sound of his zipper then a foil package being opened. He moved the panties aside and placed his cock at the entrance to her core, then wrapped one hand in her long hair that he had freed while she was under his desk. He pulled her head back by her hair, grabbed her by her hips with his free hand, and drove into her. The ball gag muffled her cry as he entered her and lessened her moans of pleasure as he fucked her hard and fast. He pounded into her, his balls slapping her pussy. The sensations were so hot and the thoughts of being fucked by her boss while no one
in the office had any idea what was happening was even more exciting. An oncoming orgasm tightened her insides and she felt heat rushing through her body. Hair at her scalp prickled and it didn’t have anything to do with him pulling her hair while he took her. Her body trembled and she was on the verge of coming. Almost there. He reached around her and fingered her clit. It was enough to throw her over the edge and she might have screamed if it wasn’t for the ball gag. He gave a low growl as he came and pumped his hips a little slower then stopped. For a moment he stayed inside of her, stroking her skin with his fingertips. She was coated in a fine layer of perspiration. Austin pulled out and straightened, and she heard his zipper as he arranged himself again. She was too exhausted and sated to move. But then he helped her up and turned her around and removed the ball gag. He took her into his arm and kissed her forehead, and nuzzled her hair. “I can’t let you go. You do know that, don’t you?” “Yes.” She smiled. “I don’t plan on going anywhere. I’m right here.”
Chapter 6
Austin shifted in his office chair, Tanya in his lap, the office door locked. “I’m leaving the company.” Tanya felt blood drain from her face. She and Austin had been together for seven months now and had managed to keep anyone in the office from knowing, with the exception of Jessica, who really was having an affair with the VP. “You’re leaving?” Her heart was sinking fast. She tried to get off of his lap, but he wouldn’t let her go. “That’s it?” “I took the position in San Francisco.” He smiled. “I want to be with you. I want you to come, Tanya. There will be no more hiding our relationship. We can be together now and actually be seen in public. Do normal things, well normal for us...” Shock made it hard to think clearly. “We can be together,” she repeated slowly, unable to believe it was true. “Are you happy?” For a moment he looked concerned, as if she might refuse him. “Yes.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I love you, Austin.” It was the first time she had said it and she stilled. It just came out, she hadn’t intended it to. “Good.” He drew her away from him so that he could see her face. “I love you, Tanya. I want to be with you.” He shifted her in his lap, opened a drawer in his desk, and pulled out a velvet box. With one hand he opened it. Inside were beautiful elegant diamond earrings. Tanya caught her breath and looked at Austin. “They’re amazing.” She wrapped her arms around his neck again and he hugged her tight before getting up and setting her on her feet. He kissed her and she never wanted him to stop. When he drew away he said, “I’m ready to tell everyone. I’m proud you’re mine in more ways than one.” Tanya could not contain her excitement. “Let’s tell everyone. Just leave out a detail or two about what it means to be yours.” “Yes, you are mine,” he said. “Just like I want you to be.”
Tanya smiled. “Just like I want it.”
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Introducing my favorite Collection…Taboo Desires
What do a bad boy, a voyeur, and a fireman all have in common… Taboo Desires. Wicked Night Kerri Walker is slender, beautiful, and sophisticated. Ten years after graduating, she’s a long way from the overweight girl with bad skin. Despite not wanting to go to her ten-year class reunion, her best friend convinces her. When Kerri gets to the reunion she sees Levi Ross, San Diego High’s former resident bad boy. Little did he know, she had a crush on him for years. He’s even better looking as a grown man, hotter and sexier. Levi spots Kerri right away. Other classmates might not recognize her, but he’d never forgotten the shy girl who had wanted nothing to do with him in high school. He intends to do what he should have done ten years ago and make her his. Kerri can’t believe the bad boy wants her. And she can’t believe she can’t say no when Levi takes her out on his Ducati. She finds herself pulled over on a quiet night under the stars. It isn’t long before she and Levi are finding a whole new use for the motorcycle… And making it a wicked night. Take a Peek Sara Richards loves to be watched. Nightly she undresses in front of her window knowing that her mysterious neighbor is watching. The thrill it gives her is intoxicating. She decides to up the excitement a notch by bringing in a lover who takes her in front of the window. Sara loves knowing the neighbor is watching her with another man. Reid Jackman can’t get over the fact that he’s become a peeping Tom. A freaking peeping Tom. But he can’t stop watching the woman next door, can’t take his eyes off of the little exhibitionist who dresses in the sexiest outfits and lingerie and then she strips for him. But when she brings in another man, it takes things to a whole new level. Sara decides she has to see her mysterious man and she practically stalks him. Once she gets a good look at the hot and sexy Reid, she decides she has to have him. When Sara and Reid finally meet, it’s explosive and they can’t get enough of each other.
They find out how exciting exhibitionism can be when they do it together as they make of game of finding unusual public places to show off together. They have an exciting start to their relationship in a park where they are almost arrested, and end up on an erotic New Orleans trip that neither will ever forget. Now all Reid has to do is show Sara that they are the perfect match. Hot Stuff When Chelsea Miller burned up her kitchen, she didn’t realize she’d be burning up the sheets with one sexy firefighter. Lieutenant Mark Carson never expected to meet a green-eyed schoolteacher in skimpy lingerie who was hotter than the fire they were fighting. The kitchen flames were put out, but neither Mark nor Chelsea wanted to extinguish the fire between them. He never planned on meeting a woman with the kinds of desires Chelsea has. Her desire to have him restrained in her bed only feeds the flames between them. He loves her intensity and intends to turn the tables on her and take control the next time around. Neither of them planned on being in the back seat of the cab of a fire truck having sex when alarm bells go off. Top the whole thing off with some whipped cream and a cherry on one hot firefighter… and you have some hot stuff!
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Adam smiled to himself. Some quality time together could lead to some fun activities later. He took her hand as they walked together to the parking lot where he led her to his truck. When they reached the passenger door, he paused and she looked up at him. He cupped her cheeks in his palms and lowered his head so that his mouth hovered over hers. Her lips parted and he brought his mouth slowly down. She gave a soft little moan as he nipped her lip before sliding his tongue into her mouth. Adam groaned as she kissed him back. Her kiss was almost tentative, as if she wasn’t sure what she was doing, and that turned him on even more. He drew her tight up against him and she moaned again. She tasted sweet, her body soft against his. When he drew away from the kiss, Casey looked up at him, her eyes wide. Her lips glistened with moisture beneath the parking lot lights. Adam brushed the back of his hand over her cheek. “Ready to go?” Casey drew her shoulders back. “Yes.” They both climbed into the truck and she smiled at him as he started the truck and put it into gear, and headed for the bar. When they pulled up to the parking spaces in front of the bar, Adam frowned. The place was closed and it looked like permanently. “So much for McKelly’s,” he said. She looked disappointed. “Guess that’s it for the night.” “It doesn’t have to be.” Adam moved close to her. “We can have a drink or coffee at my place. I live in Scottsdale, about twenty-five minutes from here.” Casey paused and her lips pursed in consideration. Her lips were so damned sexy. He couldn’t wait to kiss her again. “Okay,” she finally said and took a deep breath. “I’ll go with you. Just give me your address so I can text it to my sister.”
Adam’s house was beautiful, Casey thought. His automotive business apparently did well, really well. Nerves tightened her belly as he let her into the house. She jumped as he closed the door behind her. She had sent Jett a text when they left McKelly’s and then again when they arrived in front of Adam’s house. The entire time he held her hand she felt warm sensations in her belly. Was he really into kink? Curiosity made her bite her lower lip. Did she want to find out? Yes. Casey followed him and enjoyed the view. He had a nice, tight ass and the leather pants showed it off perfectly. His back was muscular, his triceps well defined. A fantasy spun through her mind of seeing him naked and touching his hard body. Everywhere. The house was spacious with overstuffed couches, a recliner, and solid wood furniture that included a coffee table, end tables, and a sofa table. He went to the corner and she realized he had a wet bar. He raised a bottle of white wine. “Wine or something stronger?” “How about a rum and Coke?” She needed to relax, to not be so keyed up. “You’ve got it.” Her masked man drew out a bottle of rum and a can of Coke. “I think I’ll make it two.” She neared him and watched the play of muscles in his forearms as he filled two highball glasses with the soda and two shots of rum each. Casey raised her eyebrows. “Don’t you think that’s a bit much?” He smiled. Damn, his smile was so sexy. “Do you want me to make another one with less rum?” “No.” She could use a little extra to bolster her courage. The more she was here, the more she considered how much she wanted him. “This is fine.” Adam handed her the glass and she tipped it and swallowed. Her eyes watered a little from how strong the drink was. Warmth traveled down her throat to her belly where it heated her through. They moved to the couch and Adam had her sit close to him. His body felt warm and hard next to hers and she imagined what it would feel like to see that body… Completely naked. Mmmmm. Casey took another drink of her rum and Coke. “Where is your automotive shop?” she
asked as she brought her glass down. “Near the ASU campus in Tempe.” He slowly stroked her shoulder. “Same here,” Casey said after she took another drink. “I mean I work in that area. I manage a small bookstore on Mill Avenue.” “Jam’s Second Hand Books?” he asked. “That’s it.” The rum and coke was really starting to work its magic. She started to feel relaxed and more at ease. She went to take another drink and found that she had drained the glass. He took the glass and set it on an end table. “You may have gone through that a little fast.” “Are you really into kink?” She blurted the words out then mentally chastised herself. He considered her for a moment. “Would it scare you away if I said yes?” Casey shook her head. “Not at all.” Butterflies danced in her belly as she looked up into his brilliant green eyes. They were beautiful. She felt like she’d seen those eyes before tonight… Could she have met Adam before? Who did she know who had such green, green eyes? But then she wasn’t thinking about his eyes anymore. She was thinking about his lips and how good they felt when he’d kissed her in the parking lot. Adam got to his feet and took her hand and helped her stand. He brought her closer to him then slid his hands over her latex-covered hips and grabbed her ass and squeezed her to him, tight. She gasped when she felt his erection, huge against her belly. It sent excitement through her as well as a tiny amount of trepidation. Her heart pounded and her throat grew dry as he looked at her. “You’re beautiful, Casey.” She placed her palms on his chest and ran her tongue along her lower lip. “How do you know? Under this mask I could be hideous.” “No…” Adam smiled and shook his head. “You are a beautiful, sexy, amazing woman.” Casey caught her breath as he lowered his head and moved his lips over hers in a soft and sensual movement. She moaned as his kiss lit up her senses, driving her wild with need. She slid her palms up to his neck and touched his hood with her fingertips. She tasted rum and Coke on his tongue, but he also had a distinctly masculine taste that she loved. She drank in his scent, filling her body with it as they kissed. His mouth was warm over hers, his tongue darting into her mouth and then he softly bit
her lip and it made her cry out with want and need. Adam moved his hands from her ass and his palms slid up over the latex to her breasts. He pinched her nipples and she gave a little cry when he pinched them, feeling a small burst of pain before pleasure. He kissed her with more depth and pinched her nipples even harder. When he raised his head and she looked into his eyes, Casey’s breath came out in shallow pants. She touched the mask where it covered his cheek. “I want to see you.” A sexy smile crept over his face. “Soon enough.” “Do I know you?” She licked her lips again. “Your voice doesn’t sound familiar. The only thing that looks remotely familiar about you is your eyes. But I don’t remember anyone who has eyes like yours.” “Don’t worry, Casey.” He slid his fingers into her hair and cupped her face. “I’ll take care of you.”
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“Jeez, woman.” Casey made a snorting noise over the phone line. “You need to get laid.” Jett laughed, amusement bubbling up inside of her as she rolled onto her back in her ohso-comfortable bed. She held the cell phone closer to her ear. “Since when did you go the route of promiscuity, sis?” “Who said anything about being promiscuous?” Casey had a smile in her voice and Jett could picture her blonde sister’s grin. “But that doesn’t change the fact that you need it bad. You’ve been so uptight and it’s been going on for a while now.” “I know, I know.” Jett flopped one arm over her eyes before moving it aside. She stared up at the cracks on the ceiling, tracing one at a time with her gaze. “It’s been way too long.” “So figure it out.” Casey yawned over the line, triggering an answering yawn in Jett. “Before you bite off someone else’s head.” “You don’t think that woman deserved it?” Jett said, thinking about the snot of a saleswoman who had told Casey yesterday that her ass was too fat for her department—in so many words—and to go to the “women’s” department, a.k.a. plus-sizes. Not that there was anything wrong with plus sizes—it was how the woman had said it. And when it came to her sister, Jett could possibly be considered a little overprotective. “Yeah, she was kind of a bitch.” A hint of irritation was in Casey’s voice as she responded to Jett. “Still, I’ve never seen you lay into someone like that before.” Jett shrugged to herself then rubbed the remains of sleep from her eyes. “Whatever the case, I don’t have any male prospects at this time and I’m not picking some guy up at a bar.” “There were some hot men at Danica’s party last night,” Casey said. “But you spent the night talking with the girls, which isn’t like you at all.” “I did some checking before I wasted my time,” Jett said. “Married or gay, all of them.” “Okay… What about online dating?” Casey started to cover territory they’d already been through before. “I’ve been thinking of trying it.”
“I don’t know, Case.” Jett frowned, thinking about her sister taking chances like that. “So many weirdoes out there. On the news I’ve heard of stalkers coming from online dating. I don’t think it’s worth it.” Paper crackled on Casey’s end of the line, almost sounding like static. “I found a place that’s different from online dating. Every applicant is screened in person, videos are made, backgrounds checked …” “And they cost a small fortune, right?” Jett stared at a particularly big crack in her ceiling. “And when you have a historic monument of a house that requires constant upkeep like I do, there isn’t a lot of cash left over at the end of the day.” “Well, it’s something to think about.” Casey made a sound like a sigh. “I need to get ready to go to Mom’s so I’d better get going.” “Give Mom a hug.” Jett pushed her hand through her hair. “Tell her I’ll stop by tomorrow.” “Starbucks tomorrow morning?” Jett asked even though she knew the answer. She had coffee every morning with her sister before she went to her job as a bank teller. Casey laughed. “Seven sharp.” “See ya.” Jett punched the off button and rolled onto her side to look at the bedside clock. She was definitely having a lazy Saturday morning. Already ten-thirty and she was usually never in bed past six. Last night’s party had totally worn her out, and the four glasses of wine hadn’t helped. “Henry.” Jett smacked her forehead with the heel of her palm. She’d forgotten that the repairman was due to arrive at any time. “Damn.” She tossed her blanket aside and scrambled out of bed. Her baby doll top slid from where it had bunched up around her waist, down over the matching silky black panties. She started toward the bathroom—she needed to get changed before Henry Johnson arrived. The doorbell rang and Jett groaned as she grabbed her black shortie robe off the hook in the bathroom. So much for getting dressed. Her black hair was probably a disaster, her blue eyes bleary-looking, and her skin pale with no makeup. What difference did it make? Henry wasn’t going to care what she looked like. The sixtyyear-old man had seen her over the past couple of years in one state or another when he’d come to take care of fix-it projects as she needed them. One thing about having an older house was that there was almost always something that needed to be done. She hurried down the stairs while she tied the robe’s belt. The champagne carpet was soft beneath her bare feet as she crossed the room to the front door and then opened it.
“Hi, Henry—” she started but then her mouth dropped open. It wasn’t Henry who stood on her porch. Not at all. In his place was a man so good looking that it made her heart beat faster. In a slow sweep of her gaze she took him in. A pair of well-worn Levis molded to his powerful thighs, a snug black T-shirt stretched across his broad chest, and a tool belt was slung low around his hips. He had dark hair that was slightly wavy and was tall enough that Jett had to look up to meet his dark eyes. When she did she saw amusement in his gaze. Heat flushed her cheeks as she realized she’d been staring. But what a delicious package he made, and if she wasn’t mistaken that bulge in his jeans was a good indication he was having the same reaction she was. She could just imagine what it would be like to have him in her bed, sliding between her thighs… Jett’s cheeks grew hotter as he studied her, as if he knew what thoughts were going through her mind. Her nipples tightened and a thrill skittered low in her abdomen. The man’s gaze traveled the length of her long legs to where her shortie robe brushed her thighs, then moved up to her slim waist before lingering on her breasts. Ok, enough. Jett cleared her throat and their eyes met. The corner of his mouth turned up in a smile so sexy she almost couldn’t catch her breath. It dawned on her lust-crazed mind that she had no idea who this man was and why he was on her doorstep. “Can I help you?” Jett managed to get the words out even as she thought of all kinds of ways she’d love to help this man. “I think I’m here to help you.” He leaned one forearm against the doorframe and she swallowed hard as she followed the line of his arm, over every well-defined muscle. “Are you Jett Sanders?” Jett mentally shook herself. “Yes.” “I’m Noah Johnson.” He extended his hand. “Henry broke his leg yesterday afternoon, so I’m here to help you…with whatever you need.” Automatically Jett took Noah’s hand. When she did she almost gasped out loud at the physical sensation that shot through her. Whatever I need? Right this way, I have something in the bedroom that needs looking at… She jerked her hand from his and tried to steady herself. “Is Henry all right?” Noah gave a nod. “Dad’s a little banged up, but he’ll be okay.” “I’m glad he’s fine.” Jett took a deep breath and stepped aside. “Come on in.”
Noah’s gut tightened as he took one more long look at the beautiful Jett Sanders. Her hair was ruffled and she looked like she’d just woken up. She was a sexy little thing from her slim ankles and smooth, long legs to that silky robe that didn’t hide how hard her nipples were. His cock ached and he was relieved that she hadn’t slammed the door in his face when she got a good look at his package while she was checking him out. He pushed away from the doorframe and closed the door behind him as he watched the sway of her hips and the way her long black hair slid over her shoulders. She had killer blue eyes and he pictured how she would look on her knees, those eyes looking up at him as she went down on his cock. Damn. He was here to do services around the house, not have the house’s owner service him. Although it was a fucking hot fantasy. “I have a few repairs and odds and ends that Henry was going to do for me.” Jett glanced over her shoulder as she spoke then turned and led him into a living room with three large windows. She gestured to a couch and he saw three curtain rods and sets of drapes. “I need these put up.” “Sure.” Noah stopped in front of the couch. “What else do you have?” “A few things other things.” She didn’t avoid his gaze as she spoke. “There’s a hole in the wall behind the laundry room door where the door knob went through. It needs patching and I also need a new doorstop.” “Got it,” Noah said as they walked through the house and she pointed out the laundry room. “The master bathroom’s faucet is leaking.” She gestured for him to follow her up the stairs and he sucked in his breath as he caught sight of a nicely rounded bottom clad in silky black panties beneath the robe. Noah adjusted his cock while she had her back to him. He was going to have to hurry through these repairs and get out of her house before he lost his ever-lovin’ mind. She stopped at the head of the stairs and pointed toward a door. “That’s the master bedroom.” She cleared her throat. “Just go through there to get to the bathroom.” He swallowed past the ball lodged in his throat as he reached the top of the stairs and saw that the tie on her robe had loosened, revealing her cleavage and the smooth skin of the swell of her breasts, just short of exposing her nipples. He wondered if she was trying to kill him on purpose. “Last thing,” she was saying as he struggled to rein himself in. “I need these pictures put up.” She showed him several framed photos. “I can never get them to look straight so I decided
I might as well let Henry take care of it.” Noah got close enough to Jett that he could smell her light perfume. A mixture of flowers and musk that suited her perfectly. Her robe slipped completely apart as she spoke and his cock went rock hard when he saw the sheer and tiny thing that was a poor excuse for a nightgown. Her nipples were large, her breasts full through the sheer black fabric. “Oh.” Jett gave a little gasp when she saw him staring at her breasts again and discovered her gown was open. She hurried to tie it, her red cheeks telling him she hadn’t realized she was giving him a show. And it had been a hell of a show. “Is this what you do all the time?” She rushed through the words like she was trying to think of something to say to cover up her embarrassment. “Fix things?” “I own a construction company.” Noah rested his hand on the stair railing. “I’m helping out my dad until he’s back on his feet.” “Where do you want to start?” Jett said. How about you showing me anything that needs to be fixed in your bedroom. I’d be glad to start there. Noah groaned inwardly. He had to get rid of these thoughts and get rid of them now. “Wherever you’d like me to,” he said. Jett’s robe started to slip apart again. “I suppose you can start with hanging the drapes.” “You’ve got it.” He started toward the stairs. “Just need to get my tools and I’ll take care of it.” “I’ll be in my bedroom.” Jett backed up, in the direction of the door to the master bedroom. “I need to shower and get dressed.” Just her words gave Noah plenty of vivid fantasies to dwell on as he nodded and headed down the stairs.
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Late for her IM time with Seth, Stevie climbed onto the mattress of her four-poster bed. She loved instant messaging with him—made her feel a little closer to him. She set the glass of wine she’d poured herself onto her nightstand then hurried to boot up her laptop. A flare of excitement caused butterflies to swoop in her belly. Seth was always on time and never made her wait. His picture on the online dating site was so hot. It showed him on the beach wearing sunglasses and nothing but a swim suit which showed off his tanned muscular frame, from his broad shoulders to his tapered waist and athletic thighs. His hair was sandy blond but she wished she could see his eyes rather than them being hidden behind the sunglasses. She signed into her instant messaging account, and sure enough, Seth was online. Hi, babe, Seth typed before she had a chance to say hello first. She loved it when he called her babe. Stevie couldn’t help a smile. Hey there. Let’s do something different tonight, he typed. I want to see you on webcam. More butterflies flipped in her stomach. Webcam… She touched her hair. Did she look all right? What if he didn’t like what he saw? She wasn’t perfectly slender and beautiful. Would that be a turnoff for him? She’d never seen him, other than the picture, and she really wanted to. It’s time to take our relationship to the next level. The message flashed across the screen and she nodded to herself. Well, he had to see her someday and might as well be sooner rather than later. She reached for her wine and took a long swallow, feeling the heat of the alcohol flowing down her throat and into her stomach. She definitely needed something to bolster her courage. She took a deep breath, set her glass aside, and typed Okay. Almost at once a ringing noise startled her as it came from the speakers on her laptop.
At the same time a screen popped up via IM, asking if she wanted to accept or decline a video call. Stevie bit the inside of her lip then pressed accept. A light at the top of her screen came on indicating she was on webcam. She could see herself on the screen, but she could barely make Seth out in his video stream. His outline was fuzzy and his features shadowed. “Hi, Stevie.” Seth’s voice came over the connection rich and deep, surprising her. She hadn’t realized they’d be able to talk out loud instead of typing. “Hi.” She felt a little jittery as she responded. “I can’t really see you.” An audible sigh and he said. “Sorry. I guess my webcam isn’t working right. I’ll have to take it in to get it checked out or replaced. We can still chat, though.” “No fair.” Stevie watched her image as she spoke. “You get to see me.” “And you are even more beautiful than your pictures.” There was no mistaking the sound of appreciation in his voice and she felt heat rushing to her cheeks. Maybe she did look okay to him. She reached over and picked up her wineglass off of the nightstand, and took another drink, and felt herself relax a little more. She’d always been somewhat of a lightweight so it never took much to make her mellow. Stevie set her wine glass aside. “I love the sound of your voice.” She bent her knees, resting her laptop on them as she scooted up in bed, a pile of pillows behind her back. His voice had an almost erotic edge to it. Sensual and seductive. Not like he was trying, but more that it came natural. “You need to get your webcam fixed soon, though.” “Promise.” She saw his outline nod. “How was work today?” he asked. “It was all right.” Spent the day daydreaming about you. “The market is so slow right now that houses aren’t moving very well,” she said. “But my friend Kerri stopped by the office and ordered me to go out on a girl’s night Saturday to a new club downtown called Spotlight.” “Good for you,” he said. “What about you?” She cocked her head. “How was your day?” “Was in court all day for a particularly heinous trial for one of my clients,” he said. “Unfortunately, it’s going to be a lengthy trial. It’s not pretty.” Stevie tilted her head to the side. “Being an attorney must be challenging, especially when you practice criminal law.” “It does have its own set of challenges,” he said. “And of course it has its ups and downs.” “How’s your mom?” Stevie shifted her position on the bed. “Last you told me, she was
doing better after getting home from the hospital.” “She’s up and moving about with a walker,” Seth said. “When I took her to the doctor’s yesterday, he said her heart sounds great.” “I’m glad.” Stevie smiled. “I worry about my parents, but they’re doing well.” “You don’t seem to be too spoiled for being an only child,” he said in a teasing tone. “Although I would love to spoil you. And I will if you let me.” “If you could make it out to San Diego, that would be good enough for me.” Stevie shoved her hair out of her face. “You are so far.” His tone grew serious. “I’ll make it happen. Just give me a little time.” “Okay.” She smiled then took a sip of wine. “Good things are worth the wait, right?” “It’s not easy for me.” His tone grew a little more serious. “I wish I could see you every day. You know that, don’t you?” “Yes,” she said quietly as she set the glass aside again. “It’s the same for me.” After they had talked for hours about work, family, friends, everything that was going on in their lives, Seth said, “You and I had both better get some sleep.” Stevie glanced at the clock. Midnight. “We’ve been talking for four hours straight.” She shook her head. “Where you are it’s three a.m. How are you going to make it through the trial tomorrow?” “I’ll be thinking about you,” he said. Stevie felt warm all over as he said the words. “I’ll be thinking about you, too.” “One last request.” His voice grew even lower, more sensual. “What kind of lingerie are you wearing?” Heat burned Stevie’s cheeks. “Are you serious?” “Absolutely.” She shifted on the bed. “Just a bra and panties.” “What color?” “You really want to know?” She pushed her hair out of her face as she looked at the screen. “White.” “Let me see.” Stevie’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding, right?” “Nope.” Seth’s voice had a wicked edge to it. “I’ve always loved seeing women in lingerie. I want to see yours.” Stevie hesitated. “I don’t know, Seth.” “Come on.” She could almost see the sensual smile he must be wearing. “It’s just
lingerie.” One of her fantasies was to have people watch her having sex with a man. Not that she thought she’d really do it, but it was a hot fantasy. Being in front of Seth wearing almost nothing sort of played into it, except she wouldn’t be naked. Stevie took a deep inhale then exhaled. Why not? She climbed off the bed and stripped out of her jeans and blouse. Cool air brushed her bare flesh and goose bumps pebbled her skin. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said as she arranged the webcam so that she saw herself in her panties and bra in the image, and knew that he could see all of her, too. Her whole body burned hot and she hoped she didn’t look red from head to toe. White and beet red couldn’t be an attractive combination. “Mmmmm… Nice,” he said. “Now turn around.” Still unable to believe she was parading around in her underwear for him, she did as he said and turned until she faced the laptop again. “Thank you,” he said. “But this time slower.” “You don’t ask for much, do you,” she stated. “Not at all.” Again she could hear a smile in his voice. “Now turn.” Her skin didn’t feel quite as hot. He’d already seen her once—what was another little turn? This time she moved slowly and wondered if she should have tried a strip tease earlier. Maybe next time. Would there be a next time where he would want her to show off her lingerie? That was probably a given. “Love it,” he said when she had turned completely around. “You are so hot, Stevie.” More heat burned her cheeks. He made her feel sexy and beautiful. “Do you have any other types of lingerie? Any other colors?” Stevie left her jeans and T-shirt on the floor and slipped onto the bed in just her bra and panties. Not like it mattered, now, after she’d just given him a little peep show. “Other colors?” She shrugged. “Just beige and black.” “I love black,” he said. “Wear black tomorrow.” Stevie bit her lower lip. That meant he did want a repeat, and the thought sent a thrill through her. “I’ll wear black tomorrow,” she said. “I’ll picture you wearing black panties and bra to work.” The husky timber of his voice told
her how much he was enjoying this. “What about you?” Stevie asked. “Briefs, boxers, or boxer briefs? And what color?” He laughed. “Boxer briefs and they’re blue. I’ll show you once I get my webcam taken care of,” he said. “I want to send you something for your night out with the girls on Saturday,” he said. “Can I have your address?” Her eyes widened. “What are you going to send me?” “It’s a surprise,” he said. Stevie felt her head spin a little from the wine, but she pressed him for more information. “Come on. What is it?” “You’ll see,” he said. “I think you’ll like it.” “Fifty-five twenty-one Crystal Avenue,” she said and gave him the zip code for her San Diego location. She thought she might have slurred “Crystal” a bit as a result of the combination of the wine and being exhausted. “Great,” he said. “Now you need to sleep.” She felt a yawn coming on and she covered her mouth with her hand. “Yes.” “Good night, babe.” “Good night.”
Meet Jaymie Jaymie Holland is the romantic erotica alter-ego of New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cheyenne McCray. Jaymie’s work should always be handled with oven mitts! Cheyenne’s books have received multiple awards and nominations, including *RT Book Reviews magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice awards for Best Erotic Romance of the year and Best Paranormal Action Adventure of the year *Three “RT Book Reviews” nominations, including Best Erotic Romance, Best Romantic Suspense, and Best Paranormal Action Adventure. *Golden Quill award for Best Erotic Romance *The Road to Romance’s Reviewer’s Choice Award *Gold Star Award from Just Erotic Romance Reviews *CAPA award from The Romance Studio Cheyenne grew up on a ranch in southeastern Arizona. She has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew one day she would write novels, hoping her readers would get lost in the worlds she created, just as she experienced when she read some of her favorite books. Chey has three sons, two dogs, and is an Arizona native who loves the desert, the sunshine, and the beautiful sunsets. Visit Chey's website at CheyenneMcCray.com and meet up with her at Cheyenne McCray’s Place on Facebook!
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