Playing Rough: 3 Hot Tales of Sensual Submission (5 page)

“A trip would be perfect. We can have dinner,
and then breakfast.” He moved his lips to hers again and kissed
her. “And then lunch and then dinner again, and then
breakfast…”

With a laugh she said, “So do I get to tie
you up on this trip?”

“Or better yet,” he said, “I get to tie you
up.”

She shifted so that she could wrap her arms
around his neck and she leaned forward and touched his forehead
with hers. “We’ll take turns.”

He smiled. “You’ve got it.”

# # #

Rachelle stared at the screen, his erotic
words taunting her in the instant messaging chat box.

Tie you up.

Bind your breasts.

Clamp your nipples.

Ball gag in your mouth.

Butt plug in your ass.

Vibrator in your pussy.

Paddle your ass.

She swallowed hard as she read over
everything he had told her during their IM conversation and tingles
ran through her body. Everywhere. He had said each thing in such an
erotic way it made her squirm. She was still squirming. He had even
sent her pictures of things he liked. Some things were beyond
anything she had ever heard of.

A niggling of fear, then a shiver traveled
through her as she took in his last words again.

You’ll give up control to me.

You’ll feel a rush like you’ve never felt
before.

You’ll be helpless.

Helpless.

Could she really do anything like this? Her
erotic fantasies come to life with a man she had only met a few
days ago on an internet dating site. He knew she was a librarian.
He knew she had read lots of books on these very fantasies.

He knew she had been reading about her secret
cravings.

Her secret desires.

He knew because she had told him. For some
crazy reason she had let everything out. Told him everything
without hesitation. It had been fun, telling this stranger her
sexual fantasies over IM. Playful, not real.

Kink. It had all started with that one word
he’d written on his profile on the dating site.

Kink.

When she had seen his boy-next-door looking
picture, then read the word on his profile, she thought he’d been
kidding.

He hadn’t been.

He had a lot of varied interests, as did many
men on the dating site. The profile was well written and she
probably would have contacted him regardless, but that word kink
got her. She had to respond. His version of kink was something he
was into in a way far more than she had expected. Something she had
never experienced firsthand, despite the fact that she read about
it all of the time.

She started out the conversation rather
guarded and learned as much as she could about him. He was open
about who he was and his background. He had a way about him. Even
in an internet conversation, he drew in.

She was careful at first not to reveal too
much about herself. As she started telling him more and more about
her intimate fantasies, an internet game of true confessions, she
figured she could never actually meet him. This was all a fun, safe
way of actually revealing to someone her deepest secrets. She could
never meet him now.

Kink with a stranger was not all she was
concerned with. It was her appearance. She had a full figure and it
had been a long time since someone told her she was pretty, but she
had never been told she was beautiful. Her ex-husband used to
criticize her weight and her looks.

Would this man like her for who she was?

Could he be more than someone just interested
in kink, like the books she had read?

Those books had all been exciting,
fascinating. There were even people who liked to submit to a
partner enough to be their sexual slave. The slave part of the kink
went a little too far for reality but the way this guy described
them was so sensual that it just seemed to draw her in with every
conversation.

She had never expected to experience them
herself. Her ex-husband had been beyond unsatisfying when it came
to sex, just…bland.

Now she was free in so many ways. Free to
experience things she never thought she would before contacting
Chase.

If she really could go through with it.

Rachelle? Her name came up on the screen as
he typed it. Are you still there?

Her fingers trembled and it felt like her
belly swooped as she replied, Yes.

When do you want to meet tomorrow? Where?

She swallowed, trying to force some of her
fear down her dry throat.

Everything he’d been saying made her hot, the
ache between her thighs almost too much to take. What if she
experienced the real thing with him?

He had told her so much about himself in
these conversations. The internet was so easy to check things out
and verify and she did. She knew where he worked, where he lived.
All kinds of personal things. It made her feel more comfortable to
meet with Mr. Kink even though she was more guarded with revealing
much of her personal information before she actually met him and
got more comfortable.

She would have to meet him first, in a very
public and brightly lit place, of course. She would have to get to
know him—several meetings first.

But she couldn’t lie to herself. She wanted
to experience what he could give her. And more.

She took a deep breath and started
typing.

Tomorrow afternoon, Chase. The pub on
Superstition Road at 5:30.

When she walked into the Irish pub, she had
to blink to get used to the change from the brilliant Arizona
summer sunlight to the dimness of the pub. The cool air inside
battled away the heat on her skin from the over hundred and ten
degrees it was outside.

Her purse was her lifeline as she clutched
the strap and walked past tables and booths, and glanced around the
room. She saw him across the pub when he raised his hand.

It was Chase—he did look like his picture on
the dating site and he was just as regular looking as she was. At
least from what she could tell from where she was standing. She
managed to make herself walk and made her way through the tables
without stumbling from sheer nervousness.

When she reached his booth, Chase stood and
smiled. “Hi, Rachelle.” He gave her a quick hug, like they were
good friends. He smelled good, really good. Masculine and a little
spicy. No cologne, the way she preferred—just all man.

“Chase.” She smiled in return as they drew
apart. She couldn’t think of anything else to say.

She breathed a sigh of relief as he slid into
his side of the booth and she sat on hers. Chase looked like he
would probably be one of the last persons on earth she would have
believed was into kink. Except for his eyes—a glint that was wicked
in a mischievously sexual way, a wickedness that she instinctively
knew that right now was just for her.

Those wicked blue eyes studied her at the
same time her gaze met his. As she studied him in return, she
realized he didn’t look exactly like his picture as she had thought
when she first walked in. She wondered if he’d used a current
picture, or even a real picture of himself. You never knew when it
came to dating sites. But when it came down to it, he looked good.
Real good.

Great features, nice build. His blond hair
looked thick and she imagined sliding her fingers into the soft
silk of it. He was dressed professionally—pressed button-down
shirt, tailored tan slacks. It was easy to tell he was in shape by
the way his clothes fit him.

On her shelf of research books at home she
had a book titled The Psychopath Next Door. She wondered if maybe
she should have read it before meeting him. She sure wasn’t getting
any vibes that screamed “danger!” but maybe she just didn’t know
how to read the signs.

No, it was just the opposite when he’d first
taken her hand and hugged her. He’d felt safe. Yeah, but weren’t
psychopaths often the last people on earth you’d expect to be
serial killers?

The corner of his mouth turned up in a way
that reflected the hint of naughtiness in his eyes.

Oh, my.

“What did you do today?” he asked, as if they
weren’t two strangers who’d had an insane conversation last night
about him stuffing a ball gag in her mouth and hogtying her after
putting clamps on her nipples and paddling her.

They talked for forty-five minutes. The
conversation was so easy, so natural. He never even brought up the
subject. She liked that he wasn’t pushing that here, instead taking
the time to talk about their background and vanilla interests as he
liked to call them. Anything not a kink interest he called a
vanilla interest. He was so easy to talk with and he made her so
comfortable. He seemed very interested in her and who she was. She
loved the attention.

She watched how he treated the waitress. He
was confident, funny, in control and natural. Yes, she liked him.
She liked him a lot.

“I have to admit, it’s strange to be here
with you, in person, knowing the kink side you love,” she said.
“That waitress has no idea what you like.”

“I was wondering when you would bring that
up,” he said, laughing. “You’re right, the waitress would never
suspect that side of our interest.”

Rachelle smiled. At the same time she felt a
twist of both nervousness and excitement in her belly. “That is a
good way to put it.”

“It’s fun to meet knowing that you share my
interests.” He gave her a sensual look that made her heart beat
faster. “I’ll admit I have been picturing you as my personal play
toy.”

Now that I brought up the subject he’s
jumping right in isn’t he, she thought.

“Play toy?” She realized she was clenching
her purse when the straps dug into her palms. She relaxed her grip
and made herself set her purse beside her. “What do you mean by
that?”

Chase braced his forearms on the table and
leaned close. “When you turn over control to me, I’m going to
restrain you and you’ll be mine. You’ll be my play toy. I will do
whatever I want to with you.”

She swallowed. Images of being tied up and at
his mercy made her throat dry. A combination of fear and excitement
tingled throughout her body and straight between her thighs. She
could see it. She could visualize so easily letting him do whatever
kinky thing he wanted to with her.

Out of her flipping mind. She was out of her
incredibly suddenly insane mind.

“Like what?” Her voice was almost a
whisper.

He leaned back, a lazy grin on his face.
“Let’s say I’m very creative. You’ve seen the pictures I’ve sent
you and heard my descriptions. You just want to hear it from me now
that we’re sitting across from each other.”

“I guess I do,” she said.

She glanced up at the server as she stopped
by their table. Chase ordered a beer. She said she wanted a bay
breeze.

When the server left, Rachelle focused on
Chase again. “What if you have one of those ball gags in my mouth
and I don’t like something you do to me?”

“You’ll be able to make sounds around the
ball gag,” he said. “I would give you a sound you need to make. A
safe sound and you will be out.”

“Okay…” She surprised herself again by
nodding, as if they were having a normal conversation.

“Look around us again. It’s so hot.” He
leaned forward and gestured to the other bar patrons with his
forefinger then looked at her. “More than just the server, not one
person in this bar would suspect that you or I would be into kink.
We’re about the two most vanilla looking people in this place.
We’re the girl and boy next door.

He shook his head and continued. “That’s part
of the fun. Most of the world thinks whips and chains aren’t meant
for vanilla looking people like us. They would just never guess we
would have such unusual interests.”

She glanced around and saw couples not nearly
as “vanilla looking” as Chase and her. “You’re right.” She met his
gaze. She loved his eyes and the sexy curve of his lips. “What do
we do about this craziness now?”

“We’ll give it some time. Get to know each
other,” he said. “We talked about this far faster than I expected
to. I think we were both drawn in by our common interests and that
became so much of a focus of our conversations. I’ll be honest with
you—you asked me before about my experience. I’ve played around in
the past, but I found that it was very empty.”

He watched her as he went on, “Bondage is an
intimate thing between two people, Rachelle.” He held her eyes with
his. “An emotional connection develops between them. It can’t be
helped. So it’s very important that both people are ready, and for
me that means we are connected. We like each other for more than
the kink. If not, it doesn’t work for me. Does that make
sense?”

There was depth to this guy, she thought. She
was actually ready to move faster than him. He had gotten her going
and now he seemed to pull back a bit. It made her feel more
comfortable, but made her want him even more.

“Yes.” She rubbed her palms on her jeans. “We
can’t just jump in and make me your—”

“Play toy,” he finished for her with another
wicked smile. “But soon.”

Every night for the next two weeks, she and
Chase talked over IM. They talked about vanilla interests but the
conversation always turned to the favorite subject between them. He
told her all of the things he wanted to do to her, and even what he
wanted her to do to him.

When she found out he was a switch and
enjoyed playing the part of the sub sometimes, she told him she
would like to tie him up when they finally went through with
it—mostly because she still felt a little fear at what they were
working toward.

But Chase had other plans. He was going to
take control, first. He was going to strip her of all of her
personal power.