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No, the tent Lauren had borrowed from her
friend could easily sleep several people and he could almost stand up straight
in it. Not quite, not even at the peak, but there would be room enough inside
for plenty of other movement. While Lauren got the sleeping bags, he pulled out
his duffle bag and several coils of clothesline.

She looked up from where she knelt inside
the tent, unrolling the sleeping bags. He dropped the coils and she frowned.

“That seems like overkill for hanging
clothes.”

“I brought other rope for that. This has a
different use.” He smiled and waggled his eyebrows.

“For me?” Her voice went up an octave and
she looked out the tent’s unzipped windows. Clearing her throat, she lowered
her voice and said it again. “For me?”

“Yes, for you.” He knelt beside her and
pulled her into his arms. “I’ve just driven several hundred miles with you
beside me in the car, wanting you almost every one of those miles. I wasn’t
going to come all that way without a way for us to enjoy ourselves once we got
here.”

“But…” Again she glanced up and out the
windows. “I make noise.”

“And I brought something to keep you quiet.
Would you like to see what it is?”

Wide-eyed, she nodded at him. He turned to
the bag and unzipped it, then reached in to pull out a shiny roll of silver
tape. He held it up for her to see.

“You’re going to… I mean…that’s going over
my…”

“It is. Hold still.”

“Now?” She leaned back. “But Will said he’d
bring his wife over in a minute.”

“No, that’s not what he said. Think.”

“He said he was going to give Jill a hand.”

John waited to see if she would figure it
out. When she didn’t seem to understand, he repeated what Will had first told
them. “Jill was tied up, remember. He went to give her a hand.”

To illustrate, he held his hand out,
fingers together, palm up as if he were going to hit something with it.

Lauren looked at his hand, her brow
furrowed. “Give her a hand… He was going to spank her?” At John’s nod, she looked
shocked.

“Go on,” he told her. “Chase it down all
the way.”

“He was going to spank her because…oh.” Her
eyes grew wide. “OH!”

“Now the light dawns,” John smiled at her
and gave her a quick kiss.

But between all that time beside her in the
car and Lauren’s sudden revelation, the “quick kiss” became something more
urgent. Her lips parted and sought his. Suddenly he couldn’t get enough of her.
His hands wanted every inch, his tongue wanted entrance. When his tongue slid
between her lips, she opened for him, leaning against him in her answering
need.

He slipped his hand down between her legs,
pulling down the zipper on her jeans and sliding inside to push her panties up
into her pussy. She moaned, her arms around his neck as she shifted and allowed
him access. His fingers sneaked between the fabric and her skin, coming around
to cup her ass with his hand.

“You turn me into a puddle, Captain
McAllen,” she murmured when their lips parted. His fingers plunged into the
warm slit between her legs, fingering her clit and making her gasp. She rested
her head on his shoulder as she shifted her weight onto one knee. His finger
entered her and she cried out, a small sound she stifled by biting his shirt.

“Do you want this?” he asked her, pressing
upward with his hand.

She nodded, nearly tearing his shirt in the
process.

“Then you have to let me help you keep
quiet.”

“Yes, please.”

He removed his hand and she fell back on
both knees, looking up at him in rueful accusation. “My glory, what you can do
to me in the space of just a few seconds.”

John held up the tape, a question in his
eyes. She nodded.

Tearing off a short section, he held it
before her mouth. Lauren swallowed hard, then nodded again and he placed it
carefully over her lips. Before she could move too much, he tore off a second
strip and put it slightly over the first, then a third one covering the lower
half that came just over her chin.

“Speak,” he commanded her.

She tried to, but only muffled,
unintelligible sounds emerged. He smoothed back her hair. “Now I can do what I
want and you can make as much noise as you want. Best of both worlds.” He redid
her ponytail, her face pressed against his chest. He could feel her breath
through his shirt.

Although the temperature outside was in the
seventies, inside the tent the air was noticeably warmer. John stripped off his
shirt and pulled one of the hanks of white rope toward him.

“Naked. In a tent. In the late afternoon.”
He uncoiled the rope, watching her. “Erotic in and of itself, isn’t it?”

She nodded and crossed her arms in front,
grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and pulled it off over her head. Underneath
she wore a white lace bra, the underwires pushing her breasts up as if in
offering.

John accepted the offer, running the backs
of his fingers over the lace until the nipples rose and grew hard. Only then
did he set down the rope and slide the straps off her shoulders, reaching to
unclasp the hooks and pull it away.

He loved the way her breasts hung
unencumbered. The large areola beckoned and he lifted the nearest to rub the
nipple between his fingers. Gently pinching it, he watched her eyes. She stared
at him until he pinched a little too hard, then she flinched in an unconscious
movement at self-preservation.

But he wasn’t letting her go quite that
easily. He kept hold of her nipple, keeping an even pressure until her eyes
came back to his.

“In sex, I want to control you in all
things.” He spoke softly, mindful of the thin walls. “Not only to tie you up,
but to command you, to own you.”

Lauren’s gaze remained steady. Taking her
other nipple between his fingers, he increased the pressure on both. With her
mouth bound, she couldn’t gasp yet her arousal had to go somewhere. When her
eyes started to lose focus and a small moan came from the back of her throat,
John knew his words had found home.

Bending down, he lifted first one, then the
other nipple to his mouth, giving each in turn a gentle kiss before letting
them go and picking up the rope. Encircling her with the single length, he
instructed her to raise her arms. When she did so, he brought it around the
front and crisscrossed it over her breasts before looping back around and
coming to the front to once more cross, this time coming up from under those
magnificent globes, squeezing them ever so slightly.

He tied the rope off behind her, pulling
her toward him again to do so. She used her hands to steady herself against him
and once more John marveled at her willingness. The words he’d spoken softly
were only meant to set the mood, but as he looked into her eyes when he set her
upright again, John realized she believed them fully. She gave herself to him
entirely.

He felt the responsibility, not as a burden
heavy on his shoulders but as something to be celebrated. She was a precious
jewel and needed his safeguarding.

And, while some might see his binding of
her as contrary to holding her as something to be treasured, to be cherished,
he would argue—
Don’t you keep something that valuable in a box, carefully
wrapped for safekeeping?
That was all he did now, moving behind her to bind
her arms together.

He circled the rope at three places along
her arms—at her biceps, just under the elbow and at the wrist, before he tied
her off with the ends of the rope. “I’m going to lay you facedown. Trust me and
let me do the work.”

She nodded and John took her shoulders,
turning her so she would lie straight on the plump sleeping bags that Lauren
had borrowed from her friend. Putting one arm across her shoulders, he put his
other on her back and pushed her off-balance. Gently he laid her down, watching
her turn her head so she could see what he would do next.

Of course, her jeans had to go. Bound,
helpless and naked, with only the thin nylon walls separating her from the busy
comings and goings of the campground? He would bet even money that her panties
were going to be damp from her arousal.

She didn’t disappoint him. He held the
flowered bikini briefs in his hand and grinned before tossing them onto the
pile of her clothes in the corner. Picking up a second hank of clothesline, he
untied it and played it out between his hands until he found the middle.

But she wasn’t quite positioned the way he
needed her. Her knees needed to be farther apart as he wanted full access to
that delightful slit between her legs.

“Let’s get you situated right,” he told her
as he picked up each leg and splayed them for a better view. “Much better. Keep
them there while I tie them in place.”

She didn’t nod or moan or give him any
other protest or approval but she also didn’t move her legs. He took that as
permission and started at her ankle, looping the rope around several times to
make a cuff before tying it off. Taking the other end of the rope, he did the
same to her other ankle, then bent her legs back until her heels nearly touched
her thighs.

John was impressed. He certainly didn’t
have that kind of stretch in him. But she made no protest and he saw no strain
in her face. Sliding the middle of the rope under her bound hands, he brought
it up and tied it off before sitting back on his heels to admire his handiwork.
Too bad the tent had a nylon floor to it. Staking her knees to the ground would
be a great finishing touch.

“Knock, knock.”

Will’s voice outside the tent startled
Lauren more than it did John. He’d been very aware of the outside noises and
had heard Will and Jill talking as they approached. Obviously Lauren had been
in her own little world, right where John wanted her to be. At the sound of
Will’s voice, however, her head came up in panic.

He put his hand on her ass. “Be still.
Trust me.” When she nodded, he rose and went to the tent flap, unzipping it and
stepping through to greet his friends.

Lauren’s heart beat fast as she listened to
their conversation.

“Jill, you’re looking beautiful as always.”

She couldn’t tell, but she thought he gave
her a kiss.

“I’m afraid Lauren’s in the same
predicament you were when we got here.”

Her cheeks burned. How dare he? Lauren
hadn’t, at first, understood that Will’s comment about his wife being tied up
was meant to be taken literally, but those two would certainly understand what
John meant.

“Lucky her.”

That was a female voice, soft and
seductive. A blossom of jealousy budded in Lauren’s chest and she briefly
struggled against her bindings, wanting to fight for her man. Then Will’s voice
sounded and Lauren went still.

“Perhaps we should tie them together one of
these days. Watching women wiggle to get out of their bindings makes me hard
every time.”

He wouldn’t. John would never put her on
display with another woman. Would he? Her breath caught as her imagination
painted a vivid picture. Herself bound as she was now, open for strangers to
see, another woman beside her, perhaps tied differently but no less tightly.
Both of them squirming to get loose as men watched… She put her forehead down
on the sleeping bag as her pussy throbbed with need.

She was so busy with her own thoughts, she
didn’t hear the next few exchanges. Then she heard John’s voice again, saying
that they’d see them soon.

Never. She’d never see them. How could she,
with them knowing what was going on in this tent? Yes, she understood the two
of them did the same thing in the privacy of their trailer, but that was
different.

John stepped back inside and she moaned her
need. Damn, but she needed to come and come soon. He knelt beside her and she
lifted her head in an attempt to see him better. Tied as she was, however, the
effort didn’t achieve much.

“Someday, if you want it, I will tie you
naked before the two of them. And others perhaps. But you haven’t given me
permission to go that far.” He bent closer and whispered in her ear, “And I’m
not ready to share you just yet anyway.”

Her pussy flooded and she squirmed on the
sleeping bag, trying to communicate her desperation. His hand on her ass
quieted her but she couldn’t hold back the whimper. If she had her voice, she’d
debase herself and beg for release, her need had grown so great.

And then his fingers were there, sliding
along her pussy, spreading her juices and pressing against her clit. Mindful of
the need for quiet—could they be listening? Were others? She tried to remain
silent, but when the orgasm came, she didn’t even hear her own soft moans of
satisfaction.

When she finally opened her eyes, John lay
beside her, his face only inches from hers. “So now we know you have a bit of
the exhibitionist in you.”

She could only raise an eyebrow at him and
he explained, his arm rubbing across her shoulders. “I saw the look of panic on
your face when you heard Will’s voice outside. I expected to come back in here
and have to start all over again with you. I figured his interruption set us
back a good ten minutes’ worth of foreplay.”