Playing Rough: 3 Hot Tales of Sensual Submission (4 page)

“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.”

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.

“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?”