Boone was grateful to Eli and knew he’d have done the same thing for him since Eli’s wife, Rachel, was on the dance floor, too. He liked being part of an extended family that looked out for each other.
“Now that’s some karma for your ass, right there, Warner,” Ash Peterson said in a gravelly, amused-sounding voice. “Lucky for that guy Eli was nearby, otherwise I have a feeling the poor sap would have his arm stuck up his ass right now.”
Boone looked over at Peterson and had to laugh. Yeah, he probably would’ve been involved in a brawl tonight if not for Wolf’s astuteness. “Yup.”
“Juliana is enjoying getting to know Maya. She fits right in with them, doesn’t she?”
Boone knew he meant in general, but Boone had to agree on the larger scale, too. The group of women who occupied the dance floor were a breed unto themselves. Beautiful, smart, independent, sassy, sweet, and self-confident.
The one other thing they all had in common was that they inspired single-minded devotion in the hearts of their men. Whether it was one, two, or three men didn’t seem to matter. He knew this because he saw it in the eyes of their men as they watched them dance.
Maya turned as she danced, shaking her succulent ass to the beat of The Guess Who song until it faded, only to be replaced by another oldies hit. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ethan Grant and Evan Garner make a move toward the dance floor as “Some Kind of Wonderful” by Grand Funk Railroad started to play. The girls moved to the new beat for another girls’ dance.
Fuck this! Enough torture!
Boone patted Ash on the back and said, “I’m not missing my chance, Ash.”
Ash chuckled and strode with him to the dance floor to claim his woman, too. Juliana crooked a finger when she noticed Ash’s approach and allowed him to catch her to him on the dance floor.
Maya sinuously molded herself to Boone as he came up behind her and allowed him to turn her and pull her into an intimate dance embrace with his thigh between hers.
“You read my mind, Boone. I could practically feel the heat from here, looking into your eyes. You’re very hard,” she murmured up close.
“And you’re very soft,” he said near her ear.
When I hold her in my arms,
You know she sets my soul on fire.
Oooh, when my baby kisses me,
My heart becomes filled with desire.
He slid his hands down her back to her hips and her ass, directing her in a dirty dancing move that had her pressed so close to his cock he could feel the heat between her legs. Her lids shuttered and he heard her low moan as he rubbed his thigh against her apex with each step.
When she wraps her lovin’ arms around me,
About drives me out of my mind.
Yeah, when my baby kisses me,
Chills run up and down my spine.
Maya returned the favor and pressed her mound against his erection and flexed her hips as they moved. For a split second he thought he might lose control and begin humping her right there on the dance floor. His friends had their girls in similar clinches all around them as they moved to the beat of the song.
Boone smiled when he noticed Ethan dancing with Grace at a more subdued pace than they normally took. Ethan seemed even more entranced by his lovely wife. Boone was glad for her that she was able to come to the club, thanks to the city ordinance banning smoking in public places, including The Dancing Pony. He had a feeling she would’ve been banned from the club by her overprotective husbands if that hadn’t been the case.
“Are you happy we’re going to get your stuff tomorrow?”
“Yes, there are some things I’ve been missing.” Her tone hinted they were also things he would miss if he only knew what they were.
“What kinds of things?”
“All kinds of good things. My lingerie. My books,” she said with a small smile. The little tease was building him up to better things.
“Oh, yeah?”
“My…toys.”
Fuck, yes!
His voice seemed deeper than normal as he responded, “You have a toy collection?” The Dom in him reared his head, wanting to know what kinds of naughty toys she played with. What he wouldn’t give to tie her down on the bed and experiment with them right now.
“Yes, Boone. I have a wonderful collection.” And didn’t his cock just fucking tingle all over at the thought. “Plus, other things.”
“Like what, baby. Tell me.”
Maya bit her lower lip. Boone gasped her hips firmly and pressed his lips to the satiny flesh beneath her ear. She turned her lips to his ear and said, “A violet wand.”
His body locked down suddenly for fear of coming right there on the spot. Control was maintained by the thinnest thread.
“God, I love this woman,” he whispered as he squeezed her.
Her lips tilted to his ear again. “I also have a St. Andrew’s Cross. And a bondage sling. And…”
“And?”
“Lots and lots of soft, luxurious cotton rope.”
Marry me!
“Baby. Do you like rope play?” Chills ran up and down his spine at the thought of the satisfaction he would take in restraining her in a series of intricate knots. Maya helpless, at his mercy. Tied for his pleasure.
“Morgan had agreed to take classes in it. We’d only taken a couple before…The rope is all still in its packaging.”
“You never played with anyone else?”
“No. His instructor called to offer, in a nice way. He said if it was something I needed…I could call on him. I wasn’t ready and he didn’t push it. He was a very kind Dom, but it would’ve felt wrong. The domination meant nothing to me without the love undergirding it. I want it with you if you’re willing.”
A low growl welled in his throat at the thought. “I’m way past willing, baby. I’ll look into classes.” Rope play was not something to take lightly or enter into without knowing what he was doing. He’d never put her in danger with his overconfidence.
“What are you thinking about now? Is it scaring you to know how kinky I am?”
Boone shook his head. “No, I’m thinking about where I can take you tonight that we can have some kinky fun without being overheard.”
“The creek?” He could plainly see the eagerness in her eyes.
“I’d have to improvise.”
“I’d love to see how you improvise.”
Boone chuckled and started making a list in his head of what he would need. “It would mean getting back home a little late.”
“That’s okay. It would be an adventure.”
The list grew in his head.
* * * *
“Lord have mercy. What was I thinking when I suggested this?”
“Excuse me?”
Uh-oh. She’d said that out loud?
“Oh, I—uh.”
“Tsk, tsk.”
Improvise. He’d said he needed to improvise and I thought that was a great idea. I should’ve known the Dom would rear his evil head and think of ten different ways to torture me!
“I’m sorry, Boone. I’ll be—
Boone gently flicked the clothespins attached to her nipples. The evil genius smiled as the sensation shot a bolt of electricity straight to her clit. She shuddered remembering what it would feel like when he removed them later.
“…and you’re still talking. Do you need the gag?”
Maya slammed her lips shut and shook her head vehemently. She hated the gag. Morgan had never minded wiping up her drool afterward, but she despised it. In the dim light of the LED lanterns, Boone grinned at her, and the shadows made his grin appear almost sadistic.
Her body shook with need as she watched the shadows and light flicker off his muscular bare chest. Lucky for them there was a good breeze and the bugs were not bad down by the briskly flowing creek. Lucky for her, especially, because he had her bound by all four limbs to the trees in the little copse they’d trysted in before by the creek.
She lay spread on a thick
blanket, soft rope fixing her ankles and wrists to the nearby trees so that she was spread-eagle for his pleasure, or torture as the case may be.
“Remember, no talking unless I ask you a direct question. I’m giving you grace for that utterance, but I’ll have to punish you, sweet little sub, if you speak again without permission.”
She nodded and glanced nervously at the gym bag he’d just unzipped. Her lips trembled as he rifled around in it. He glanced up at her and smiled when she made a point of pressing her lips together. She pleaded with him nonverbally but didn’t shake her head or make a sound.
“That’s my good girl. I guess I’ll leave the gag in the duffel for now.” He removed several other things from the bag but placed them behind it so she couldn’t see what he’d brought with him.
He rose and circled until he stood between her spread, naked thighs. The smile on his face was a heart-pounding combination of lust, dominance, and control. She could tell just how much he was enjoying himself by that smile and the tremendous bulge at the fly of his jeans. He knelt to check the restraints at her ankles, slipping a finger in to make sure they weren’t cutting off her circulation.
“I have you right where I want you. Don’t I?” He glanced at her, but she caught herself and didn’t say a word. He smiled at her. “Do you like being tied up outside? You can answer with a nod or shake of your head.”
She nodded slowly with a definite up-and-down motion. Oh, do I ever!
“The breeze feels good on your bare skin. You feel even more naked, don’t you?”
Another nod.
His callused palm rode up her inner thigh, straight to her pussy, and covered it with his palm for a few seconds. He lightly flicked the clothespins again, and she shuddered at the zing that shot from her nipples to her clit and back again.
“You especially like the breeze blowing on your open pussy. It makes you hotter and wetter even though it’s relatively cool down here.” His hand felt hot on her tingling flesh as he just barely touched her.
She nodded again.
He looked around into the darkness surrounding them. The music of the creek was the only sound she could hear besides her pulse and his regular breathing. “It’s so dark tonight. We’d never know if someone snuck up on us and watched while we play.”
She tried hard not to thrust her pussy against his hand at the thought. Her cunt ached for him to increase the pressure against her clit, to fill her, but she knew she’d have to wait. Maybe quite a while, in fact.
“You’re creaming for me at the thought, aren’t you? You may answer with a nod.”
Her response was not as smooth as before as she answered affirmatively. She trembled all over.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “Verbally tell me your safe word. Remember my instructions.”
“Rainbow, sir. It’s rainbow.”
He’d told her she could have her choice of calling him sir, master, or just plain Boone. He explained that he didn’t worry about high protocols but wanted to help her stay in the proper mind frame. She’d called Morgan her master and felt uncomfortable calling Boone by the same title, but Boone was too informal for times like this. She thought about calling him liege but was afraid she might earn punishment for her glibness.
“Good, Maya. Use it if you need to.”
She remained still, and he smiled with pleasure and stroked her pussy lightly one last time.
He retrieved a clear plastic bottle from his collection beside the bag and began smoothing clear oil up and down her thighs in a thin layer. His hands massaged and rubbed in smooth strokes, and she imagined he could see her pussy dripping and gleaming in the dim lights surrounding them. The thought made her pussy swell even more. He worked his way up, avoiding her pussy altogether, and oiled her abdomen, chest, arms, and saved her aching breasts for last.
He massaged them gently until an orgasm began to coil distantly within her and her pussy clamored to be filled. Without warning he removed one clothespin and soothed the nipple with his warm tongue as she moaned at the sensation. That nipple felt twice its normal size as he released it. She would’ve covered the other with her hands, knowing what came next but couldn’t because of the restraints. She hissed as the pin was released, and he gently soothed her other nipple with his mouth as well.
“Good girl,” he said as he released it and sat up.
Boone returned to the gym bag and pulled out a white jar candle and lighter, and she wanted to jump up and do a victory dance. Morgan had asked once if she wanted to try wax play, and she’d said yes, but they’d never gotten around to it. She remembered hearing a friend in San Marcos talk about experiencing it at a club in Austin. The dazed, dreamy look in her friend Charlotte’s eyes as she’d recounted the experience had convinced Maya that it was something she wanted to try eventually.
Boone rose to stand away from her and lit the candle and dropped the lighter back in the bag. This must’ve been why he’d placed an old sheet over the blanket before having her lie down on it. For a minute he tested dribbling the wax on his own bare arm, getting an idea of the distance he’d need to hold the candle at in order for the drips to cool enough before striking her skin so she didn’t burn. She stretched and relaxed her muscles, contented that he was looking out for her well-being.
He turned to her and said, “This candle burns cooler than a taper would. Use your safe word if you need it. I’m very serious. I don’t want you blistered.”
He dribbled a bit of the wax on her instep, starting at a less sensitive area. The heat, in contrast to the cool breeze made her gasp, but it didn’t burn.
“Maya. For this exercise you may not speak, but you can make all the noise you want. You may nod or shake your head to any of my questions.”
Maya nodded and mewed softly, anticipating the next drip on her calf as he moved up her leg. The drip was warm and cooled quickly on her skin.
“A little closer, maybe?”
Maya nodded, and he lowered the candle a minute degree. He created a crisscross pattern up and down her thighs adjusting the height of the candle and checking periodically that the drips were not too hot. Her skin beneath the wax pattern felt even more sensitive as the breeze blew over her and cooled each hardening ribbon.
He kept the wax completely away from her pussy, and she wasn’t entirely sure if she was happy or sad about that. He had a good control on the temperature of the wax as he dripped it on her, and she was curious what the splash of heat would feel like on her clit, but she held her tongue. Boone watched her expression closely as he continued, a smile on his face.
“Close your eyes, baby. In case there are splatters.” She obeyed immediately, and not seeing where he was headed increased her sensitivity and excitement.
He moved upward from her thighs to her arms and created a matching pattern there then proceeded to decorate her abdomen and torso. She gasped in pleasure as he painted her breasts in wax moving in a circular pattern, drawing inward, closer and closer to her nipples. Her breasts felt like they were swelling, and her nipples peaked tightly as the wax landed closer and closer to them. She bit her lip and moaned as he switched to the other without dribbling any on her nipples. The scent of vanilla wafted lightly on the breeze.
“You’re being a good girl, Maya. So still while I paint you. I wish I’d brought my camera so I could take your picture once I finish. Next time I’ll be better prepared and have candles intended for wax play in different colors. You could be a piece of living art, and I’ll take your picture to keep and enjoy forever.”
Her pussy pulsed at the thought, and she moaned and nodded. I’d love that. With every word of his mouth he made love to her as though he were touching her.
The dribbles circled and drew closer and closer to her nipples, and she panted trying to stay still. She kept her eyes closed and wanted to scream as he took his time.
“Have I told you how much I love your beautiful body?”
Yes, baby, but tell me again.
“Mmmm,” she moa
ned, trying to express that sentiment without words.
“The lovely swell of your ass, right at your hips, begs for my kisses and nibbles. The backs of your knees and your ankles want my caresses. The shape of your breasts is so round and perfect, and just the right size to overflow my hands as I hold them when I take you from behind. And your nipples…” The wax dribbled in little splats directly on her left nipple then stopped as she vocalized.
“Oh…” Her voice trailed off, knowing she was perilously close to speaking. She bit her lip to keep herself from going further. Where they were right now was too precious to her to risk changing the mood with punishment. Not that punishment from him would be all bad.
“Close, baby. Good recovery. This is our first time playing and I’m feeling very magnanimous. Where was I?”
At my nipples. My nipples! Somehow she kept from arching her back in offering to him. A ball of tension grew inside her, centering in her pelvis. He hadn’t forbidden her from coming, but he had from speaking, so she remained mute, knowing she was very close to one or the other.
“Ah, yes. Your nipples. I could lick these perky little nipples for an hour.”
The wax dripped down in heavy beads directly on the extra sensitive tips, and her lips parted in a wail. He crossed over to the other nipple and gave it the same warm attention.
“Yes, baby. I want to hear you. I love the sounds you make.” As he said it, she felt the trail of wax slowly move to the center between her breasts and begin to descend warmly down her midline, headed straight for her slit.
Oh, God! Would he?
Her eyes were closed, but she heard him change position as he stepped on the sheet between her knees. The wax trail slowly continued its course down her center and over her abdomen. Tension redoubled in her body and her orgasm boiled seismically inside her. Inches, only inches remained until the wax landed on her clit. Closer and closer. Her hands fisted and her eyes squeezed shut tightly. Wax pooled just barely above her mound before spreading in rivulets to her hips, and she tilted her hips, poised and ready to explode.
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