Summer Camp Captive(14)

Lainey likes the name because she says it represents us. I agreed, because I never want to see a frown on her face. As long as she is in my arms when I go to bed at night, she can always have anything she wants.

Phoenix sighs and wraps his hand around my finger. My heart warms. Now there are two of them to pull at my heartstrings.





Epilogue





Lainey





Five years later…



I peek out the window wondering when the mailman is going to get here. Normally it’s every day at two, but it’s fifteen after two and still nothing.

If he doesn’t bring my package everything is going to be ruined. I glance over at Phoenix, who is sound asleep on the sofa. He crashed out early today for his nap. His daddy took him out for an early fishing trip.

When he got home I’d sent him on his way with a list of things that needed to be done. He didn’t question me, happily taking the list and giving me a hard deep kiss. Normally I’d do all those things, but I needed him out of here.

He likes to keep me home so he was all about looking after the list of items to keep me locked away at home, even more so now that I’m knocked up again, with our second child. Another little boy. I have a feeling this might be our last. Carver gets so worked up when I’m pregnant, which doesn’t even make sense. He loves getting me pregnant and seeing my belly round, but he also worries himself too much.

I place my hand on my belly, rubbing the little bump I have there. Carver said he wanted a girl, but when I reminded him of dating and sending her off into the world he had a giant change of heart. The relief on his face when the doctor said it was another boy was almost comical. Besides, I like being the only girl in his life.

I glance over at the clock again. I know Carver won’t be home for hours, but I’m still excited. I have a naughty night planned for us. Today is the anniversary of when he took my virginity.

Last week when we’d been out, a man hit on me. Carver scared the man off, then told me about how he was going to tie me to our bed so he wouldn’t have to worry about anyone thinking they could try and lure me away from him. I’d rolled my eyes, but my pussy had clenched, and now I can’t get the idea of being tied down to the bed out of my mind.

But I want it to be a surprise and I was scared he’d be the one who would receive the delivery box with the straps in it for our bed.

I’m also a little worried about how the box will be labeled. I blush a little, glad we have a female mail carrier. I jump up and rush for the door when I see the mail truck, forgetting that I’m dressed in a robe with nothing but a small tee and underwear on underneath.

Out of the mail truck comes a man I’ve never seen before. He looks to be a little older than me, with shaggy blonde hair. He’s not our normal mail carrier Martha.

“Where’s Martha?” I ask as he carries my box towards me.

He licks his lips, his eyes roaming over my body. I fight an eyeroll. Thank God my husband isn’t home.

“I wouldn’t mind having her route if I got to see you every day.” He says it with a cocky smirk. He steps onto my, porch crowding my space while handing me the box. He looks down at the shipping label, and his eyes widen. I look down to see the return address carries the name Tie Her Down.

“Shit,” I mumble.

“I'm more than willing to lend a hand.”

I go to respond, but then all the hairs on my body stand up at the sound of a loud growl. I grab the box from the postman and turn around and run into the house. Moments later I hear squealing tires and I know the postman just booked it out of here, too. I dart into our bedroom, looking for somewhere to hide the box, but Carver is on me.

Panicked, I toss the box. It hits the wall and drops to the floor.

“What did that little prick give you?” he growls, going for the box. I step in front of him.

“Mail. He’s the mailman.”

“We have a mailwoman.” He picks me up and I wrap my legs around him.

“Not today, it seems.” I rest my hands on his shoulders, hoping he forgot about the box.

“I can’t leave this house for five minutes without someone sniffing around you. Maybe my princess needs a tower,” he growls before tossing me on the bed. He goes for the box and I’m no match for his speed.

He rips it open easily and peers inside. He pulls out the straps and tosses them on the bed.

“This will work too.”

I have no idea how long I was in those straps. I only know that I came so many times I passed out in them.





Epilogue





Carver





Seven years later…



It’s been a long day at work, and I’m ready to get home to my Lainey and the boys. Not to mention today’s my birthday. It’s weird because normally Lainey makes a really big deal about birthdays, especially since we’ve had kids. But this morning when I woke up, she was in such a rush she didn’t even mention it.

I let the crew off early today thinking I could make it home before the kids get finished with school, and have some alone time with my wife. But the guys are dragging me to a bar for a beer in celebration of the end of a long project. I thought for a minute they would say it was for my birthday, but nobody said anything. And it’s not like we go around celebrating them for everybody anyway. I agreed to one beer, and then home, and they all seemed excited. Overly excited even.

When we get to the bar off Route Nine the guys pile out of the truck. Bill’s is about a halfway point to home, but it’s a dive and not a place I usually visit. Every now and then I’ll grab a beer with the guys after work, but it’s rare. I’m always so excited to get home to my family after a long day that I’m kicking up dust as soon as it’s quitting time.

Another truck pulls up beside us and the guys from my other crew get out. There’s about fifteen of us going in at the same time and a few of them are giving me looks and slapping me on the back. I’m confused because I don’t understand why everyone is so amped up, but I shrug it off and put it down to finishing up the project we’ve spent the past year on. We’re all ready for a week of rest before we start the next job.

Bill’s is dingy with no windows and little lighting. I don’t want to think about what this place would look like with the lights on. There are a few pool tables in the back and some of the guys head over to them A couple of tables and chairs are against one wall and the bar is lined with stools. The place is basic, but it’s just a pit stop on the way home to Lainey.

Thinking about her alone at home right now has me adjusting my cock. I want her bent over with my dick buried in her cunt. But that’s pretty much how I feel about her every day.

“Here you go, boss,” one of the guys says, handing me my beer. He grins at me when I nod in thanks and take a drink.

“What?” I finally ask when another one of the guys joins him in staring at me with stupid expressions on their faces.

One of them laughs and shakes his head as he goes over to the pool table area. I look around and see that all the men have ended up in that corner and there’s no one else in this bar but us. It’s a Friday afternoon, but there’s usually one or two regulars in the place.

I shrug and walk over, thinking I can probably down this beer and get out of here in about five minutes.

When I walk over to where they are, someone puts on music and the sound fills the empty room. A few of the guys bring chairs over and put one down for me. I sit down wondering what the hell is going on, because Bill’s never has music like this playing.

Suddenly a spotlight comes on from out of nowhere and the guys start cheering. I look around and see that one of them is pushing a cart with a gigantic cake on it, and my chest tightens.

“Happy birthday, boss!” someone shouts over the loud bass.

Fuck, they got me a goddamn stripper. All of the guys are shouting now, catcalling and getting loud. Have they been drinking since before we got here?

I’m about to get up from my seat and get out of here as fast as I can, but they all crowd around me as the cake moves in front of my seat. The music gets heavier and more seductive as the top pops up and more cheers erupt from the crowd.

I don’t want to see this. I don’t want anything to do with a stripper and these assholes. I’m sure they did this as a surprise for my birthday, seeing how they are all in on it, but I’ve only ever wanted one woman and it’s…

“Lainey?” I ask, standing up from my chair so fast it falls behind me.

I see the top of her head rising up with her arms raised above her. The seductive music pounds in my ears, drowning out the screams of all the men around me as she stands and the cake in front of her opens up, revealing all of her.

She’s in a bright yellow bikini that’s so tiny her breasts are spilling out from under the small triangles. Her pussy is covered by a strip of fabric that only goes over the top of her lips, revealing hints of it on either side of the material. It’s a shoe string around her body and I’ve never seen her look hotter.

I blink as she moves her hips, rocking them back and forth as the music continues to sound in my head. Her hair is wild and falls down her back, and as she turns, I see her round ass has a tiny yellow ribbon going down the crack.

It’s then I glance around and see the men have grown silent. Hungry looks have replaced the smiling cheerful ones that were there before. One of them is even openly rubbing his crotch as he stares. I see another lick his lips and a few of them move closer, wanting to touch her. Wanting to touch what’s mine.