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?”