Playing Rough: 3 Hot Tales of Sensual Submission (6 page)

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.”

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.