The Ties That Bond [Bonding Camp 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

by Christelle Mirin

  Rhonda melted beneath the power of it, surrendering without a fight when he wrapped one arm around her waist and urged her backward through the doorway into her room. He tasted of turkey and dill, a warm flavor that only served to whet her appetite for him this time, not food. She clutched at his shoulders, her body alive with electricity as she tried not to stumble while he moved her farther into the room.

  The door slammed behind him. Rhonda gasped, jerking away at the sound.

  “It’s okay. That was me,” he said, his voice like a low rumbling growl.

  Rhonda shuddered and licked her lips. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, Jack looked like pure man. She could see the state of his arousal even in the loose-fitting swim trunks. His eyes were blazing and intense, his nostrils flaring as he took deep breaths that caused his well-sculpted chest to rise and fall.

  Her pussy creamed, her heart thudding beneath her breastbone. With trembling fingers, she loosened the sash of her robe then opened it to reveal her nakedness.

  She saw the muscles of his jaw clench, his eyes travelling over her skin in a blazing path. Rhonda felt exhilarated, pure energy crackling through her. The way he responded to her movements and her naked body was like a drug, one she wanted to overdose on. In slow, seductive motions, she slid the robe off her shoulders then let it slip down her arms, falling into a puddle of white terry cloth at her feet. Arching her back slightly, her breasts felt full and tight, her nipples hard little buds.

  Jack reached up and raked both hands through his hair, drawing in a deep breath. “Damn,” he ground out, dropping both hands to the waistband of his trunks. “You are absolutely beautiful.”

  It was like a butterfly opened its wings in her mind. A glorious feeling filled her, and she wasn’t sure why, but this man could make her feel things she’d never felt before even though they had just met. She watched as he slid his swim trunks down over his hips, then on down his legs, kicking them to the side when they reached his ankles. She’d seen him naked in the hot tub, but it wasn’t like this. He was fully aroused, his cock pointing straight at her like an arrow. She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Was she going to be able to take all that?

  Jack stepped forward, cupping her chin in his hand. “Rhonda, you’re sure about this?”

  “Oh, please,” she said, clenching her hands into fists to keep from spontaneously combusting. “Take me, Jack. Take me now.”

  Like a whirlwind, he exploded into motion.

  Rhonda let out a tiny yelp when her feet left the floor. Jack picked her up and, in one smooth move, laid her on the bed. Her legs dangled off the side, the edge of the bed behind her knees. Before she knew what was happening, Jack dropped to a crouch, parked one hand on each of her knees and spread her legs. Then his tongue was doing wondrous things in the cleft of her pussy, hard and wet as he swiped it over her folds. When his mouth closed over her clit and he began to suck and flick the tender nubbin with his tongue, Rhonda’s world exploded, and she bucked her hips as she came. She grabbed a fistful of the coverlet she lay on, almost biting through her bottom lip, her pussy spasming as she creamed. Jack was unrelenting, sucking up every drop until she almost doubled over from the sweet pleasure-pain he was administering.

  Finally, he’d drank his fill, but he wasn’t finished with her yet. Rhonda gasped for air, her cunt still quivering. Jack climbed onto the bed with her, scooting her farther onto it at the same time. He didn’t give her time to think before he’d positioned himself between her legs, his hands braced on either side of her head.

  “I want you,” he said, his voice raspy. “I want to be so deep inside of you I won’t be able to tell where I end and you begin.”

  Rhonda swallowed hard, emotion clogging her throat. She reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, feeling the dampness of his exertion woven into the silky strands. “God, I want you, too, Jack. I want to feel you buried inside me, my body accepting you as another piece of myself.”

  He groaned and dipped his head, kissing her softly. With a shift of his hips, he pressed his cock into her pussy, sliding in so easily it was like a key in a lock.

  And his key opened the door to her very soul.

  Moving in tandem, their bodies undulated in a sensual dance, coupling and uncoupling, the soft sighs and grinding groans of pure pleasure filing the room. The scent of sex wafted around them, and when Rhonda ran her tongue in one long swipe down the side of his neck, he tasted of salt and man.

  Their bodies slid against each other, sweat and sensual juices slickening them but still generating an inferno of heat. When their world threatened to explode into a cataclysm of fire, they found orgasm together, the flood of their sensual cream soothing them into a river of pleasure.

  Rhonda gasped for breath beneath Jack’s body, her pussy quivering as she began to come down from the heights of her release.

  Never—never—had it been like this, not with just one man pleasuring her. She loved having two or three men giving her attention at the same time, but when she had sex one-on-one, she could achieve orgasm but not to the heights Jack had just taken her.

  “Are you okay?” he whispered against her ear just before he pushed himself up and searched her gaze with his.

  Rhonda reached up and brushed her fingertips over his lips. “I’m better than okay. I’m perfect.”

  Chapter Four

  Rhonda awoke Saturday morning with a smile on her face and the bed beside her still warm from where Jack’s body had lain. She opened her eyes, her hand smoothing over the sheet beside her, feeling his heat. The shower was running in the bathroom, steam wafting into the bedroom through the opening of the half-closed door.

  Rhonda bit her lip, threw the covers back, and padded into the bathroom. She could see the image of his body through the steamy glass of the shower door. She eased the door open just wide enough for her arm to slip through. Ever so carefully, she silently reached for his naked butt. One pinch of the taut flesh and he jerked away, yelping in surprise.

  Rhonda laughed, jerking her arm back through the door.

  It did her no good. The shower door opened, and the next thing she knew she was being dragged in beneath the spray. Sputtering and gasping, she struggled to catch her breath but couldn’t stop laughing.

  “Oh, you still think it’s funny, huh?” Jack’s fingers played over her ribs, tickling her.

  “Jack! Please!” She screamed, and then another loud laugh burst from her.

  Finally, he pulled her to him and swung her around, moving her out of the spray.

  Within a few minutes, they were locked in an embrace, the two of them again moving as one with Jack’s cock buried deep inside her pussy. Groans and sighs accentuated the sound of the shower spray until they climbed up the steep mountain of pleasure then leapt off together, coming with her soft cry and his guttural moan. Once they returned to reality and found their footing, they lathered each other, using gentle, lingering touches until their skin began to wrinkle from being in the water too long.

  After drying off, Jack slipped on the swimsuit from the night before. “I’ll meet you in the kitchen. I need to find some clothes other than this.”

  “I don’t know,” Rhonda said, eyeing him as she combed out her hair. “You look pretty good as you are.”

  Jack captured her face in both hands and kissed her heartily before releasing her again. “Glad you like what you see.” He turned and headed for the door.

  “Don’t be long,” Rhonda said. “I’m starving.”

  He grinned at her over his shoulder and disappeared through the door, closing it with a soft click behind him.

  Rhonda turned toward the vanity she was sitting at and gazed at her own reflection. Her hair was damp, but her cheeks were flushed, and she swore her eyes had never looked so clear. “What is this man doing to you?” She lightly touched her lips with her fingertips.

  Rhonda stared into her own eyes via her reflection. Was this warm, solid happiness she felt inside possibly love? Did s
he love Jack?

  She shook her head, letting out a small laugh. Rising from her chair, she shrugged off her robe, tossed it on the foot of the bed, and headed for the closet. “Love. Don’t be silly. You’re a grown woman. One night of great sex doesn’t equal love.” She chose a pair of loose-fitting jeans and a peasant blouse, determined not to dress as she did when she was at her desk in the office.

  Pressing her lips together, she dressed quickly. Talking to herself, trying to rationalize what she was feeling toward Jack wasn’t like her. He was truly throwing her for a loop. Though it was a wonderful feeling, one of being young and in love, Rhonda didn’t trust it. It was too quick and too easy.

  Enjoy it while you can, a voice inside her said.

  “I’ll just do that.” Standing in front of the mirror, she pulled her slightly damp hair back into a ponytail. With her freshly scrubbed face and her hair pulled back, not to mention the way she was dressed, Rhonda thought she might be able to pass for thirty, or maybe thirty-two. She smiled at her reflection and headed for the door to start her day.

  Rhonda didn’t make it as far as the kitchen. When she entered the dining room, she was surprised to find Jack, Rodgers, and Morgan Moss seated at the dining table.

  “Rhonda, please join us,” Morgan said, rising from his chair.

  The other two men rose also, the three of them very gentlemanlike.

  She smiled and slid into a chair across from Jack before one of them could rush over to pull it out for her. “Thank you and good morning to all of you.” She took a napkin from the table and spread it on her lap, wondering who had set such a lovely table.

  The men all took their seats, mumbling good-morning greetings as they settled themselves.

  Missy and Grace, Morgan’s new love, entered the dining room with a carafe of coffee and a plate filled with assorted Danishes, both of them chattering to each other like best friends. They both smiled when they saw Rhonda.

  After more good-morning greetings and the other two women getting settled, Rhonda sipped her coffee and watched the interaction between all of them. The three men were talking of boating while they devoured their Danishes and the two women continued chatting about the latest scent of lotion at the specialty store where Missy bought all her massage supplies. Rhonda liked the chatter, the family atmosphere. She bit into her cream cheese Danish, the smooth filling and flaky pastry delicious.

  “So, Rhonda, are you enjoying your weekend away?” Morgan asked, cradling his coffee mug in his hands.

  Her gaze immediately locked with Jack’s across the table. “Yes, I’m having a wonderful time.” She caught the flash of light in Jack’s eyes before she turned to Morgan. “I didn’t expect to see you and Grace here this weekend, though. It’s quite a nice surprise.”

  Morgan chuckled. “I can’t believe seeing your boss on your weekend off could be considered ‘nice.’”

  “Oh, it’s quite the opposite,” Rhonda said, reaching out and touching Morgan’s arm lightly. “My bosses are very kind to me, and I wouldn’t consider working anywhere else.”

  Morgan tilted his head slightly, his deep-brown eyes darkening. The look on his face was absolutely sinful, and Rhonda slowly pulled her hand away from his arm.

  “I hear you and Jack have been getting to know each other,” Morgan said, placing his coffee mug on the table.

  “Rhonda and I have been totally enjoying the facility,” Jack commented.

  “Rodgers, what have you been up to since we were here last?” Morgan asked, one eyebrow raised.

  “Not much. I’m caught up with the maintenance. Missy has been helping me cover the household chores since Rachel has been on vacation. Why do you ask?” Rodgers propped his elbows on the table. “Got something in mind?”

  Rhonda watched the interplay between the three men, wondering what they were up to. It didn’t take long for her to find out.

  Morgan turned his dark, dangerous gaze on her. “Rhonda, how would you feel about some bonding time this weekend? Are you up for it?”

  Rhonda glanced toward Grace. She was still talking animatedly with Missy, the two women seeming to be in their own little world. A long-fingered hand closed over Rhonda’s wrist. It was Morgan’s. He leaned toward her. “Don’t worry about Grace. Here. I’ll show you.” He straightened, looking at Grace across the table. “Grace?”

  Grace looked at him, smiling. “Yes?”

  “You won’t mind if Rhonda and I and the boys here do a little bonding today, do you?” Morgan asked, his fingers tightening around Rhonda’s wrist.

  Grace frowned and flapped one dainty hand at him. “Bond all you want. Missy and I are going into town to do some shopping, and then we have plans. You all go ahead and enjoy yourselves. Don’t worry about us.”

  “As long as we share dinner this evening.” Morgan raised an eyebrow.

  “Of course, Morgan. Missy and I should be finished by then.” Grace looked at Missy then winked.

  Rhonda crossed her legs, her pussy already in a state of anticipation.

  Morgan leaned closer to her. “You see? No problem. Grace does love it when Missy smoothes all of that fragrant lotion into her skin. So, Rhonda, what do you say?”

  Rhonda swallowed. She had attended bonding camp quite a few times since she’d been hired at the firm, but never when Morgan was in attendance. She’d been with Rodgers a few times and of course, one-on-one with Jack. Morgan was known for loving bondage. Rhonda had never done anything more extreme than handcuffs. She looked over at Jack. What would he do when the restraints came out? Was he into that sort of thing?

  Jack’s gaze was soft and held a sense of understanding. Rhonda felt the connection between them still. Jack gave a slight nod. Was he urging her to participate?

  Rhonda drew in a deep breath then turned back to Morgan. “Okay. I’m agreeable. When and where?”

  “In the playroom. Say, in about an hour?”

  “I’m in,” Rodgers said, rising from the table. “I’ll meet you there. I’ve got a few things to take care of first.”

  “I’ll be there,” Jack said. “If Rhonda’s involved, I don’t want to miss it.”

  Morgan tilted his head. “Well, Rhonda?”

  She nodded. “An hour.”

  “That settles it.” Morgan let go of her wrist and rose from the table. “See you all there.”

  The others rose from the table and left the room, leaving her and Jack the only ones remaining.

  “What’s wrong?” Jack asked. “You seem a little nervous about this.”

  Rhonda twisted her napkin in her lap and smiled at him sheepishly. “Don’t get me wrong. I like Morgan, but he can be a little intimidating at times.”

  Jack’s eyebrows drew together. He rose from his seat and rounded the table, sitting down in a chair beside her. Placing one hand on her thigh, his concern showed in his gaze. “What are you afraid of?”

  The heat from his hand seared her skin through her jeans. His closeness began to generate a warmth she found to be familiar whenever she was near him.

  “Tell me,” he said, cocking his head and moving his hand soothingly over her thigh.

  “It’s not that I’m afraid…” Her tummy quivered nervously even though her pussy warmed, causing her to press her crossed legs tighter together. “It’s just that I’ve never been intimate with Morgan, and I’ve heard things.”

  “Things?”

  Rhonda put the napkin on the table beside her plate just to ensure she’d stop twisting it like a nervous Nellie. “I’ve heard how wild he can get with his bondage fetish, and I’ve never experienced it, that’s all.” Just talking about it caused her cheeks to heat. She was blushing furiously. She could feel it.

  Jack’s eyes searched her face, then a small smile turned the corners of his mouth up. “Do you trust me, Rhonda?” He grabbed one of her hands and held it sandwiched between his.

  Rhonda only had to think for a second before she answered. “Yes. I do.”

  “Then listen, I will
be there with you. You don’t have to worry.”

  “Will you be the one who restrains me?”

  “If you want. And I won’t let things get too wild. Unless, of course, you start to like it that way.”

  Chapter Five

  Rhonda and Jack both took the initiative and returned to their rooms to strip down and don only a robe before meeting again to walk together to what Morgan deemed “the playroom.”

  They held hands while walking along the path from the main house to the building that held the room where most of the bonding took place. “You know,” Jack began, looking down at Rhonda, “I’ve only known you a few hours, but I already know two things that bother you. I’d really like to find out exactly why they bother you.”

  Rhonda felt a fluttering in her stomach. “What in the world would you want to know that for?”

  “Because you seem to be a confident, strong woman, and it intrigues me that something can get under your skin.” He squeezed her hand. “Your secrets will be safe with me, Rhonda.”

  She gazed up into his green eyes, her heart melting with the hope the feelings she had about him were true. “It’s hard to be a self-assured woman sometimes. When I’m at work, it’s easy. When I’m here, I tend to let my guard down a bit.”

  “You get to be yourself here. Don’t you ever let anyone take a peek at the real you?”

  “I do, to a point.”

  Jack stopped on the path. “I most definitely want to get to know you. I am very interested in you, and I think you and I could really have something if we let it grow. Are we on the same page?”

  A wealth of happiness welled up inside her. “Yes, I think we are. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s something about you that calms me. Almost like we’ve known each other before. Do you feel that way?”

  He shook his head. “Not exactly. I know I’ve not met you before, but I feel a connection to you. Do you believe in fate?”

  Rhonda couldn’t help but giggle. “Is that what this is?”

  He shrugged. “Maybe. Let’s not fight it though.”