Claimed

by Jaymie Holland

  “I’m here for you whenever you need me, Leslie,” he said again. “You got that?”

  “Yes.” She nodded and gave him a smile. “Thank you.”

  “Come on.” He stood and went around to her side of the table and helped her out of her seat. “Let’s head on home.”

  Rick walked with her as they went back to the farmhouse to dispose of the used plates and flatware. Then he put his arm around her shoulders and they walked out to the parking area, ready to head home.

  It felt good to be with him. So good that a flash of a future for them came to her. She could picture the two of them sharing a life together.

  He was turning her world upside down and she couldn’t be happier.

  Chapter 10

  They arrived at Rick’s house shortly before midnight. Leslie was so turned on by all of the things they had seen at the party that she could barely keep her hands off of him. Hell, she could hardly keep her hands off of him, period.

  The moment they got through the door, Rick slammed it shut behind them and wrapped his arms tight around her. He brought his mouth to hers and claimed her with a hard passionate kiss as he squeezed her ass and ground his erection into her belly.

  Her breathing came faster as she kissed him back and she clenched his shirt where it was tucked into his jeans and she tried to pull it out. She had to get his clothes off.

  “Hold on, honey.” He caught her hands in his. “I have plans for you.”

  The way he said it made her heart pound faster and caused thrills to zip from her belly to that place between her thighs.

  He gripped her ass and lifted her and she hooked her thighs on his hips and wrapped her arms around his neck and held on.

  Excitement made her squirm in his arms as he carried her down the hall to his bedroom. The moment they reached his bed she kissed him hard and they fell onto the mattress, still kissing.

  It was obvious he was controlling himself as he drew back and got to his feet. His tawny eyes were dark with passion.

  She sat up on the bed and braced her hands on the mattress to either side of her as she watched him, her heart thumping.

  He grasped one of her legs and sensuously moved his hands down her calf and braced her foot on his thigh. He unbuckled the four-inch heel and it thumped on the carpet when he tossed it aside. He removed her other shoe, too and ditched it, as well.

  “Lie back.” He gently pushed her down so that her knees were at the edge of the mattress and her calves were dangling over the edge. He bent over and reached for the button on her leather skirt and unfastened it, then drew the zipper down. He tugged off the skirt, leaving her in her leather corset and black panties.

  She watched him, feeling hungrier for him than she ever had.

  He slowly caressed her, bringing his palms down her belly to her panties then grasped the hem and eased them down over her hips and thighs then over her calves and feet. He dropped the panties near her skirt then he pressed her thighs wide apart with his hands. She was bare for him from her waist down and the way he looked at her made her feel beautiful.

  The heat of his expression burned through her as he leaned over her again. This time he tugged her corset down below her breasts. He put his knee between her thighs, resting it on the mattress, then leaned forward and caught one of her nipples in his mouth.

  She grasped his head in her hands as she arched her back, wanting more of the incredible sensations. She slipped into the moment as he licked and sucked her nipples, she clenched her fingers in his hair.

  When he pulled back she let her hands slide away from his hair, feeling bereft of his touch as he moved away. She needed his touch so much she could hardly stand it.

  “Wait right there.” He pushed back from the bed and went to his walk-in closet.

  She didn’t move. She wasn’t planning on going anywhere but where he was tonight.

  He returned, carrying a duffel bag. Butterflies bounced around in her belly at the thought of what might be in that bag. He dropped it and it made a loud thump on the floor. Then he grasped her hand and pulled her to her feet.

  Her mind spun with excitement as he kissed her. He caressed her arms from her shoulders to her hands and back and a loving way that made her feel special. She felt a little off kilter, her knees weak from the amazing kiss.

  He steadied her then picked up the bag, set it on the bed, and reached inside of it. He pulled out a new pair of red leather cuffs and a red leather collar with O-rings around it.

  “You’ve been shopping,” she said with a smile.

  “I have a few things in my bags of tricks.” He buckled the collar on her neck first “You can’t be the only one with toys.”

  “Where did you get everything?” she asked as he secured one of the cuffs to her wrist.

  “I have my methods.” He finished putting on the other wrist cuff before clipping the cuffs together. “You, however, are talking far more than you should be.” He leaned down and dug in the bag and brought out a red leather gag with a rubber insert, and matching red leather blindfold. He took her by her shoulders and turned her around before buckling the gag behind her head, the insert in her mouth, keeping her mostly silent.

  While she still had her back to him, he leaned over and picked up the blindfold, putting it on and securing it tightly so that her world was dark and she couldn’t see anything. She loved the way it felt, in the darkness with him in control.

  “Can you see any light?” he asked and she shook her head. “Try to talk,” he told her.

  She attempted to make some kind of intelligible sound but all she could do was make muffled noises.

  “Turn around and brace your hands on the bed.” He guided her down so that she could obey him. More rummaging sounds and then he was pressing something against her anus. She automatically stiffened and grunted into her gag. Only one person had used butt plugs on her, Michael, and it had been a very long time ago.

  “Relax.” He caressed her ass with his palm and she took a deep breath. She felt the cool lube on the end of the plug before he started inserting it. “Just relax,” he repeated.

  She imagined how good it was going to feel and then he was pushing the plug up and into her. At first it ached as it stretched her. He moved slowly until she was used to it and then pushed it in farther.

  Then the plug was in. “Mmmmmm.” She made the sound, loving the feel of the plug.

  “Not done yet,” he said.

  She heard the sound of a hand air pump and then felt the plug started inflating with it, filling her up and her eyes widened. When it was inflated, she felt herself grow wetter, the feeling turning her on and making her more excited and she made another sound of pleasure.

  He helped her to straighten then took her by her shoulders and started turning her around and around until she became disoriented and had no idea what direction she was facing any longer. There was a tug on her neck and then the sound of a metallic click and she realized he had put a leash on her and tugged. She loved that she was doing what he liked. Being at the end of his leash was so exciting, so hot.

  With another firm tug on the leash he led her somewhere in the room then took her by her waist and pushed her up against a door.

  What door, she wasn’t sure. She heard him adjusting something at the top of the door and then she had to stand on her tiptoes as he stretched her arms high over her head and attached her wrist cuffs onto some kind of door hook.

  As she stood there, he kissed her around her gag while he played with her nipples. She felt discomfort from her position, but incredibly aroused at the same time.

  It was so hot to be totally controlled by this man, so exciting.

  He moved away but now she couldn’t see what he was doing. Her senses were heightened because she couldn’t see, she could only listen.

  It was quiet for a moment and then he moved close enough that she could feel his body heat close to hers.

  “You have the prettiest nipples,” he murmured before he slipped
nipple nooses on her. He tightened one and she gasped at the pinching pain. At least they weren’t clamps. She shifted on her toes and she winced as he put the other one on and tightened it, too.

  He moved his callused hands over her body, caressing her all the way to her hips and back to her breasts.

  Her arms ached as he made her stand on her tiptoes. But then he unhooked her wrists and relief rushed through her arms and legs when she was back on the floor again.

  He reached down and inflated the butt plug a little more and she gasped at the stretching sensation. When she felt that it was as big as she could handle, he stopped and moved his lips to her ear. “How does that feel? Does it feel good to have something so big and hard in your ass?”

  She nodded and made a sound of pleasure, telling him that she loved it.

  He moved in front of her and unclipped her wrists then pulled them back behind her and clipped them again. After she was secured, he tugged on the leash forcing her to walk forward. She knew that he would not let her run into anything, but still, being unable to see made her hesitant.

  “Come on.” His tone was masterful and it sent thrills through her. She loved him taking control. Loved it.

  She hesitated again as he pulled the leash but he tugged harder and she gave in to trusting him. She felt a shift in the air and realized they had passed from one room into another. The floor was carpeted, soft beneath her feet and then she felt cool tile and she realized he was leading her into the kitchen.

  He guided her forward then stopped her and played with her nipples. “Kneel,” he said and helped her so that she wouldn’t fall. “I should put you on all fours and make you lap water from a bowl. Then you would be my little puppy girl.”

  Being his puppy girl sounded exciting, sending pleasant thrills throughout her.

  “Stay,” he said.

  She didn’t know where he thought she might go with her hands bound behind her back and a blindfold on, while sitting on her knees. The butt plug made her feel even hotter.

  He opened the refrigerator and she listened to the rummaging sounds, wondering what he was doing. A dish clattered on the table when he returned along with what sounded like silverware. What had he brought back?

  Something smelled like chocolate. He removed her gag and then took a chair close enough to her that his knee brushed her breast.

  “Open your mouth.” He pressed something cool against her lips and when she obeyed he slipped a spoon into her mouth.

  Whipped cream. Smooth, creamy, delicious.

  He pulled back on the spoon and kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth as he tasted the whipped cream.

  He leaned back and said, “Again,” and she opened her mouth and he slid the spoon inside.

  Chocolate cake. The most incredible, moist chocolate cake she could ever remember tasting. “Mmmmm.” It was nearly orgasmic. Again he kissed her and tasted her.

  Then he pressed a maraschino cherry to her lips and she let it slide in. It tasted sweet and delicious and he kissed her again.

  “I have another treat for you.” He tugged on her leash and moved her so that she felt his knees on either side of her. He had her between his thighs and he was lowering her head. She opened her mouth, knowing what kind of treat she was going to get.

  He pushed his thick cock into her mouth and she made a sound of pleasure. She loved doing this for him. It made her feel both powerful and feminine at the same time. She hummed as she licked and sucked him and he clenched his hands in her hair and moved her up and down his length.

  When he pulled her head back and his cock slipped from her mouth, he put another bite of chocolate cake in her mouth before having her go down on him again.

  It was an intoxicating blend of eroticism as he fed her cake while blindfolded and then had her suck his cock in between bites. He was so thick, so hard.

  And then he swept her up into his arms and carried her in what she guessed was the direction of his bedroom. Her heart began to pound faster and faster and liquid heat filled her veins.

  He laid her on the bed, pressing the butt plug in tighter. She heard rummaging and then a low hum. He moved between her thighs and then placed something against her clit at the same time he thrust his cock inside of her.

  She almost came up off the bed. She’d never felt anything like it. He had put some kind of super vibrator against her clit and was pressing it tight against her with his body as he fucked her.

  It was one of the most amazing things she’d ever felt. There was no holding back her orgasm, even if she had tried. The combinations of him taking her with the butt plug inside her ass, while the vibrator stimulated her pussy, made her come so hard and fast she didn’t even expect it. Her cries were loud as her body bucked and jerked beneath him.

  He pounded in and out of her and then gave a sound like a low growl as he came. He moved in and out then pushed aside the vibrator and it fell to the floor as he pressed his groin tight to hers.

  Her body was still pulsating as he rolled over and brought her into his arms and kissed her. She gave a happy sigh and snuggled into his arms and let herself slip away into a deep and wonderful sleep.

  Chapter 11

  Leslie covered a yawn as she walked through the house toward Rick’s kitchen. She could smell the coffee he’d made a mile away. She was dressed in what she’d worn last night. She would have loved to roll around in bed all day but she had to get home and take care of a few things.

  She smiled as she thought of last night. She had almost told him how she felt but she didn’t know how to say it. She’d never told a man that she was in love with him except Michael.

  Because she had never been in love before except for him.

  In lust, yes. Infatuated, yes. But real love, never.

  Even if she felt comfortable, how was the best way to tell Rick? Did she just blurt it out over coffee? Did she wait until a romantic evening out? Or did she tell him in bed when it was just the two of them snuggling together? It was probably best not to say anything. Why did she have to be like this?

  She mentally shook her head. “I won’t think about it for now.”

  When she reached the kitchen she saw a clean mug sitting by the coffeepot like he’d told her there would be, and next to that was a jar with sugar and a small carton of half-and-half. She put liberal amounts of both into the coffee that she poured and then walked out of the kitchen, looking for Rick.

  She thought she heard his voice and her heels sank into the carpet as she walked to the opposite side of the house where he had shown her his office. She reached the office door. Rick was on his cell and was listening to someone on the other end of the line.

  She started to knock softly on the doorframe to let him know she was there, but then she stopped.

  Rick pushed his hand through his hair as he spoke into the phone. “I thought I had more time to wrap things up in Annapolis.”

  Leslie tilted her head, wondering what he meant.

  Rick paused to listen. “Yes, sir.” He frowned. “I’ll get out there immediately.”

  Another pause. “Thank you, sir,” Rick said after a moment then ended the call.

  He looked up and saw that Leslie was in the room. “Hi, honey.”

  “You’re going on a trip?” she asked.

  “Not exactly.” He sighed.

  A slow chill began to creep up her spine. Something was wrong.

  He dragged his hand down his face. “Orders came through yesterday. I’m being transferred to San Diego.”

  She felt like all of the color had drained out of her. Rick was leaving and he hadn’t said a single word to her. He had just let her fall in love with him like she meant nothing to him. Nothing at all.

  Her hand shook and a little coffee sloshed onto her wrist. “When were you going to tell me that you’re leaving?”

  “Tonight,” he said. “I just got my orders a few days ago and that’s where I’m headed. It was supposed to be another position at Annapolis and not San Di
ego. It was also going to be a month, but now it is immediate. The guy I’m replacing just went into the hospital. They want me there as soon as possible.”

  She found her whole body was shaking with anger and pain. She stepped forward and smacked her coffee cup on his desktop before she could drop it and coffee splattered onto some of his papers. “How can you act like it’s nothing?” She clenched her fists at her sides. “So you screw around with me and then you just leave without giving a damn about how I feel?”

  “Like I said, I just found out,” he said. “I’ve been trying to figure out this whole thing.”

  She took another step back then straightened her spine. “Goodbye, Rick. Have a nice life.”

  “Wait.” He went after her and caught her by her shoulder. “We need to talk.”

  She swung around and jerked away from him. “I don’t want to hear it. Not a word.”

  He followed her as she went to the front door and picked up her purse from where she’d left it. “Don’t go,” he said. “We’ll work this out.”

  She grabbed the doorknob and gave him one last look. “I need time alone. Don’t call me. Don’t stop by my house.”

  “Let me give you a ride home.” Concern was clear in his voice.

  “I don’t need a ride.” She stuck her hand in her bag and jerked out her cell phone. “I’ll get a cab.”

  “Don’t leave like this, Leslie.” He followed her down the steps. A part of her realized he was in his boxers and T-shirt. “Please don’t leave like this.”

  She turned her back on him and pulled up the phone number to call a taxi, pressed send, and held the phone up to her ear. She gave the address of a store down the street to the dispatcher and she started walking.

  Rick called after her one last time and she could feel his gaze on her.

  She never looked back.

  Leslie climbed up the stairs to her home. It had been an exhausting day at work with spoiled models and one emergency after another. A broken nail, a five-pound weight gain, a missing collection, an injured runway model with a limp, and preparation for tomorrow afternoon for a big show in New York City, made for one hell of a day. She’d have to fly from Baltimore into JFK tomorrow and she wasn’t really in the mood for a fashion show.