Claimed

by Jaymie Holland

  “Practice,” she said.

  He made a sound of approval “They’re so damned hot on you.”

  They reached the second floor and she tugged his hand. “This way.”

  She led him down a hallway, past her suite of rooms, to a locked room at the end of the hallway. She let go of his hand and reached into her cleavage that was held up with the latex corset, and pulled out a large brass key.

  “I think you’ll enjoy this,” she said as she looked over her shoulder.

  He raised an eyebrow, definitely intrigued.

  When she let the door swing open, she followed his gaze around the room while he took in her various toys and unusual bondage furniture.

  “Wow. Nice surprise.” He looked at her. “You’re really into it. Where did you get all of this?”

  “I wouldn’t have invested in all of this. I have it because a good friend gave some pieces to me.” She gestured to one side of the room. “That cage, the St. Andrews cross, the bondage chair, and the stocks next to it. He bought them and did a room up to surprise his wife for her birthday. The day before the occasion, she told him she was leaving him for another man. He just couldn’t stand seeing it so he gave it to me. I know the cage might seem a little too far, but if nothing else it adds to the ambience. Actually, the sight of a naked man tethered in a cage would be nice foreplay to me.”

  “It all looks brand new.” He looked away from the toys to her. “Have you use most of it?”

  She shook her head. “Haven’t found the right sub.”

  “Or man to use it on you.” He walked over to a sex swing and pushed it. As it swung back and forth he looked over his shoulder. “We are definitely using this.”

  With a laugh she stepped into his arms. “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah.” He lowered his head and kissed her.

  The feelings that rolled through her shocked her. This guy was changing the way she felt about bondage and domination. He was transforming her. He made her feel safe, secure, maybe even loved.

  She no longer wanted to control him… She wanted him to control her.

  The feelings she had were all so different. She was a dominant woman and she just didn’t turn over control, total control, to any man. But she didn’t feel dominant around Rick. Not at all. All the equipment in the room was for her to use on a man she would discard when he couldn’t handle her or wanted to get closer emotionally. Now she wanted it used on her. Used on her by Rick.

  The experience in Mexico had changed her, too. She had never felt so protected as she did with Rick.

  A part of her thought about telling him but she knew it was too soon to start talking about things like that. She wasn’t even sure why she felt this way, much less what to do about it.

  “What do you have planned for me?” He rubbed his hands up and down her upper arms.

  She bit her lower lip before she spoke. “Something changed and it doesn’t feel right to top you.”

  “Good.” He cupped her face in his hands. “Because it feels right for me to take control of you. I love it. And I know that you do, too.”

  She nodded, feeling strangely exhilarated as she looked up at him.

  “I have a lot of goodies here, and then some.” She gestured at the short but wide cabinet where she kept a lot of her toys. She had some things on the surface and others in the drawers and toys hanging from the insides of the open doors.

  “Perfect.” He took her by the arm. “Come on.”

  She followed him to the cabinet, excitement stirring in her belly like a hundred butterflies. He rummaged in the drawers and pulled out the red ball gag then pushed it into her mouth and buckled it behind her head.

  The way he was taking control made the butterflies in her belly go crazy.

  Next he pulled out a fur-lined pair of leather cuffs, and a metal clip. He moved behind her and brought her wrists back and secured the cuffs then clipped them together.

  He ran his palms up and down her latex-covered body as he came around to face her. “Now to search for those strategically placed zippers and Velcro.” He palmed her breasts and found the latex cups that were attached with Velcro. He tore them off and tossed them aside, leaving cutouts around her breasts.

  “Love it.” He lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples. She squirmed, wanting to touch him. And most of all wanting to feel him inside of her.

  She wondered what was next when he went back to her cabinet. He took a large jeweler’s box off of the surface of the cabinet where she kept some of her nipple clamps. “What do we have here?”

  A groan slipped out of her mouth from behind her gag. She’d never had the clamps used on her. She loved to use them on men but her own nipples were so sensitive that she winced at just the thought of them on her.

  Her eyes widened as he brought a pair of silver clamps with red tassels hanging from them. Not those, she thought to herself, then remembered she had used clover clamps on him and was grateful he wasn’t doing the same to her. Still…

  When he reached her she tried to swallow but couldn’t with the ball gag in her mouth. “Beautiful nipples.” He played with one while he leaned close and kissed the corner of her mouth. He slowly closed a clamp around her nipple.

  She couldn’t hold back a muffled cry as he did it and then whimpered again when he put the other clamp on.

  After he put the clamps on, he gestured toward a kneeling bench. “I want to see you on that.”

  She walked to the bench, steady on her heels from years of practice. She moved onto the padded kneeling surface and he helped her lean forward so that her top half was on the bench, her ass in the air, her hands cuffed behind her back. She winced from the pressure of the clamps on her nipples against the padded bench.

  He rubbed her ass with both palms and they felt warm through her latex pants. Then he pressed her thighs apart with his hands and she felt tingles of desire where he touched her.

  “Mission accomplished.” He located the zipper and she caught her breath as he unzipped the latex pants at the crotch. Cool air brushed her exposed folds and she moaned as he slid two fingers inside of her. “Mmmmm. I love this outfit.”

  At that moment she really loved it, too. She got lost in the sensations as he reached up and slipped his hands beneath one of her breasts with his other hand.

  “Yeah. Nice.” After a few moments of erotically teasing her, he moved away.

  She almost whimpered, already missing his touch. She heard him rummaging in the cabinet drawers, but didn’t know what he was getting because her back was to him.

  A hard swat to her ass with a paddle and she yelped in surprise. Another swat had her eyes watering her. He had taken everything she had dished out to him and she felt like she had to try her best to hold back any cries no matter how muffled they woul dbe.

  In between swats he rubbed her ass, rubbing in the burn. Her eyes were damp when he finally stopped and leaned over so that he could whisper in her ear. “That’s for teasing me while we ate dinner.”

  Paybacks were, indeed, a bitch.

  But she found she loved it. Every bit of it.

  He moved his hips between her legs and she felt his erection through his jeans and her latex pants. He slowly pumped his hips and she moaned again from need.

  “I want to try out that swing now.” He helped her up so that she could stand and he took her by her elbow and led her to the swing.

  Excitement swirled through her as he unclipped her cuffs and had her lie on her belly on the swing, her ass in the air. He went around to her front side and clipped her cuffs together again. He returned to stand behind her and she heard the sound of a zipper before he pushed his hips between her thighs.

  Tingles prickled her skin as he rubbed his cock against her bared folds. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Can’t wait to be inside you again.”

  She couldn’t wait, either.

  It felt so exciting to be at his mercy. Gagged, clamped, in a sex swing. She felt like she was floating and ached bet
ween her thighs as she waited for what she prayed would come soon.

  “I’m going to fuck you hard.” The way he said the word made her pussy ache even more.

  He drove inside her in a fast, powerful thrust. Her eyes widened and she gave a muffled cry. As he pounded in and out of her she bounced in the air and was lost. Lost in the feel of him taking her. Lost in the buoyant feeling of swinging in the air and being brought back up against him again.

  Her orgasm came flying toward her, too fast to control. She couldn’t hold back. As it rocketed through her she screamed behind her gag. Rick continued to slam into her hard and fast.

  She came a second time and a third and he was still driving in and out of her. And then he shouted as he climaxed.

  His cock pulsed inside of her and he came to a stop. He pressed himself tight against her and held her by her hips. She hung from the swing feeling limp and exhausted, and completely sated.

  He helped her to her feet and took off the wrist cuffs. She held his arms to keep from slumping into a pile of sweet satisfaction. He tossed the wrist restraints aside then removed the nipple clamps and the ball gag.

  “Wow.” She smiled up at him. “That was amazing”

  “You are amazing.” He cupped her face with his hands and brought his mouth to hers for a sweet, sweet kiss.

  She rested her head against his chest as he held her and she squeezed her eyes shut. After Michael she had sworn off relationships that were anything more than playing around.

  And now what was she doing?

  She was falling for Rick. And she was falling hard.

  Chapter 8

  “Are you sure about this?” Rick studied Leslie as they stood inside the foyer of her home. “I’ve never been to something like what you’re telling me this is. Some kind of wild BDSM party.”

  “Where’s your sense of adventure?” She grinned. “I thought all of you Navy SEALs were up for anything.”

  “My sense of adventure has some limits when it comes to civilian to life.” He shook his head. “I don’t think there’s a thing we’ve gone through that will have prepared me for a big wild bondage orgy.”

  She put her hands on her hips. “It is not an orgy. Just because people are into BDSM doesn’t mean they like group sex.”

  He gave her a pointed look. “But some do.”

  “Yeah, well.” She smiled and tugged on his arm as she encouraged him to go out the front door. “I’m not into that kind of thing. So come on and you’ll get to meet some of my friends.”

  He looked her over, admiring the black leather miniskirt she wore, as well as the corset she had on beneath a short leather jacket. “I don’t want to let you out of my sight looking like that, so I guess I’m in.”

  “Good.” She locked the door behind them and they headed toward his black SUV that was parked by the curb. It had been several weeks since Cabo and they had been seeing each other as often as they were able.

  “Tell me about this place,” Rick said as he drove them toward a rural part of Maryland, their headlights the only light around.

  “It’s simply called ‘the farm’.” She looked out into the darkness as they continued beyond the city limits. “KC, I mean the Kink Club, holds an annual party at the farm. It’s a lot of fun.”

  Rick grunted.

  “A guy named Garth owns it.” She looked from the window to Rick. “He was on the auction board. He organized KC’s private involvement.”

  “So he probably knows my sister.” Rick didn’t sound like he approved.

  Leslie laughed. “There’s no doubt since they both work on the board.”

  Even though Rick seemed a little unsure of all of this, he was still fun to talk to and he loosened up as they drove to the farm.

  The place was lit up like a Christmas festival as they reached the road leading up to the two-story farmhouse and drove toward it. From a distance the lighting looked like a hundred fireflies dancing about.

  The truck bounced in ruts along the road then Rick found a place to park that was a good distance away because there were so many vehicles parked outside the main gates.

  It was cool outside and she was thankful for her jacket, although her bare legs beneath her leather mini skirt were chilled. He held her hand as they walked toward the buildings, his grip helping to steady her on the uneven surface in her four-inch heels. She wanted to poke him in the side for his lack of enthusiasm. It wasn’t dampening hers, and she knew he hadn’t intended it to. He just wasn’t crazy about the idea of being here.

  “Leslie.” Garth stepped out of the darkness and she jumped in surprise at his sudden appearance.

  She laughed. “You nearly gave me a heart attack coming out of nowhere like that.”

  “Sorry.” He kissed her cheek before straightening.

  He turned his gaze on Rick. “And this is the Navy SEAL you were so hot for at the auction.”

  She looked at Rick and grinned. “Yes, all of my friends knew that I intended to win you.”

  He looked amused and extended his hand to Garth. “I’m Rick.”

  “Garth.” They seemed to be sizing each other up as Garth shook Rick’s hand.

  Dressed all in leather, Garth was a tall Dom and a lot of people found him almost intimidating. He happened to be a very sexy bald man with a goatee. He was big and extremely muscular. She and Garth often traded innuendos and she teased him about letting her be his Domme and he would shake his head and tell her that he’d like to see her on her knees as his sub. It was all in good fun.

  But tonight she didn’t want the banter in front of Rick.

  “Have you seen Christy or Roni tonight?” she asked Garth before he could get anything else in. “Are they here?”

  He gestured toward a group of tables on the south side of the house. “Saw them over there with their Doms.”

  Leslie raised an eyebrow. It had been a while since she’d had a chance to speak with either of them. She knew they were in committed relationships, but neither woman had referred to her man as a Dom. Curiouser and curiouser.

  “Good to meet you,” Garth said to Rick as he took a step back.

  Rick gave a nod. “Likewise.”

  Leslie gave Garth a little wave then took Rick’s hand and they walked toward tables with kerosene lanterns on them for light, each one turned low so that it was a more intimate atmosphere.

  Laughter and voices came from outside and inside of the farmhouse. Rick might have lacked enthusiasm about coming, but she was sure that once he was here for a while that he would fall into the spirit of the event.

  The farmyard was extensive with a huge barn that they could see outlined in the lighted yard as well as what looked like pens for animals and out buildings.

  Leslie swept her gaze over the yard. There had to be close to a hundred partygoers participating in various activities outside and probably another fifty inside. She recognized a lot of the partyers. The same people tended to attend various events, some more than others.

  People they passed were in various stages of dress and undress, but all of them with some form of clothing on, no matter how scant.

  Women in latex cat suits; men in black leather; women with pasties on their nipples and tiny skirts; men with bare chests and leather straps across their bodies; corsets and bustiers; chain and leather outfits; fishnet and thigh-high boots; and any other possible form of what might be considered to be clothing.

  There were pony girls pulling carts and puppy boys on all fours walking with their Doms holding their leashes. Some women were dressed like schoolgirls and others in French maid costumes. There were men dressed like women, same sex couples, as well as heterosexual and bisexual couples.

  Leslie tugged on Rick’s hand as they walked through the rows of tables. He looked around them and seemed to be analyzing everything as they went.

  As they walked, female and male subs and Doms waved to Leslie or stopped them to say hello. Each time Leslie smiled and said it was great to see them and then she and R
ick moved on. She did her best not to take the time to make introductions or they would be there all night.

  “You sure know a lot of people here.” Rick looked at her.

  She shrugged. “There are a lot of good people here, but when I think about it, my reasons for coming were pretty shallow.” She moved her gaze over the activities and felt a little like an outsider looking in for the first time ever. “I don’t need to be here for the same reasons.”

  “What’s that?” Rick said.

  “My friends and I would go trolling for guys, trying to make the right connections.” She spotted a couple of her former subs and the males waved at her. She gave them a little wave back. “They never measured up to what I really wanted in a man. I wanted a male I could control. Thing was if the male wanted his life directed, I would lose respect for him and it was over.”

  “What were you looking for in a man?” Rick asked.

  She looked up at him. “I guess in many ways I didn’t know. I just knew when it wasn’t right and I would move on.”

  Then she heard a familiar voice. “Les.” Roni called out “Over here.”

  Leslie smiled and squeezed Rick’s hand as they walked toward Roni and the dark, mysterious man who had won her at the auction. Beside her sat Christy and the very hot man who had bid on her. After the auction, Leslie had learned from Roni that Christy and the man had shared a past together.

  The men stood and shook Rick’s hand as Leslie hugged Christy and Roni.

  “So good to see you.” Leslie smiled at her friends then shook the hands of their men as introductions were made. Roni’s guy was John while Christy was with Zach.

  “Wow.” Leslie sat on a bench seat at the table across from her friends. “That auction turned out to be amazing for all of us.”

  Roni smiled at John. “Most definitely.”

  Christy nodded and put her head on Zach’s shoulder. “Couldn’t have happened any better.”

  Roni gestured toward Kelley Bachman, whom they were all friends with. She was with a group of people who were watching a pony girl race in front of the barn. “Kelley was bid on by a really hot guy, too, but he’s been out of town since the auction. If she’s as lucky as we were… Well, we’ll just have to find out.”