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

“That’s all right.” She leaned over and
grabbed the one she had taken out when she had slipped on her
nightgown. “I do.”

“You planned on attacking me all along.”
There was amusement in his tone mixed with lust.

“Yes.” She rose up and let the sleeping bag
fall from her shoulders then pulled her nightgown over her head and
tossed it beside their bed.

“Beautiful.” He reached for her breasts and
she moaned as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers.

She moved away from his touch and scooted
down his hips just far enough to pull down his boxer briefs and
grasp his erection. It was big and thick. She wiggled a little
farther so that she could slide her mouth over it. A purring sound
rose up in her as she licked him and sucked him.

He hissed out his breath as she moved her
hand in time with the bob of her head. She took her time and felt
him grow tense as if close to coming.

She let him slip out of her mouth and then
she eased up so that she was looking down at him. His features were
faint in the darkness, but she thought she saw a pained expression
on his face as she rubbed herself on his cock.

He reached for her breasts and played with
her nipples and she squirmed with need. He sucked them and licked
them, sending erotic sensations throughout her.

She moved her mouth to his and kissed him.
The kiss was deep and wonderful. She loved his taste, the firmness
of his lips, the way he used his tongue and his teeth.

When she couldn’t wait any longer, she rolled
the condom on his cock after tearing the package open and tossing
it aside.

Then she rose up and grabbed his erection.
She used her free hand to pull her panties aside and then she
placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her core.

She slammed herself down on him and cried out
as his cock entered her thick and hard. He groaned as she started
to ride him, his cock moving in and out of her pussy at a hard and
fast pace.

He palmed her breasts as she fucked him and
he rolled her nipples and squeezed them at the same time.

An orgasm started to build within her, heat
that grew like a furnace. She no longer felt the cold. Instead her
skin burned hot and her breathing became shallow. Her climax was
there, waiting for her to fall over the edge.

Faster and harder she rode him and he pumped
his hips up to meet hers. The slap of flesh was loud in the tent as
their bodies met again and again.

She felt her orgasm cresting the wave of
heat. Hotter and hotter it grew, so hot that she almost felt like
she was burning up.

When she heard him growl and felt him start
to come, it threw her into a climax. Her whole body flushed with
heat and she felt it travel through every nerve in her body,
reaching her fingers and toes and making her scalp prickle.

His cock throbbed inside her and her pussy
spasmed around him.

She slumped against him, her breathing hard
as he held her.

Tate gave a sound of exhausted pleasure. “I
think I’m going camping more often.”

The following morning, Kayla opened her eyes
to see Tate watching her. He had his elbow on the mattress and his
head propped in his hand. He looked so sexy with his tousled hair
and his one day growth of stubble.

She blinked at him and smiled. “Been awake
long?”

“Did you know you talk in your sleep?” He
trailed a finger down her arm.

She rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Did I sell
out the secret that the moon landing was faked or that Atlantis is
really a covert ops location in the Bermuda Triangle?”

He laughed. “No, but you did giggle a
lot.”

“Giggle? Me?” She shook her head. “You must
have been watching someone else sleep.”

He kissed her and drew away. “My bad.”

She slipped out from under the sleeping bag
and dressed, and she didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed as he
watched her put her clothing on. She felt comfortable around
him.

After breakfast, they spent the day hiking
and had a picnic beside a waterfall. She was glad she had her
athletic shoes with her but wished she had a pair of hiking
boots.

The mountain air was crisp and clean and
smelled of pine and rich loam. Birds chirped and chattered and
dragonflies hovered over the water’s edge.

While they hiked and as they had lunch, there
was no end to the supply of conversation. She liked the sound of
his voice, the way he laughed, and his sexy grin.

He told her about his construction business
and shared stories of playing rugby, including injuries he had
sustained. Among them were cracked ribs, a couple of broken
fingers, and several other injuries.

Sexual tension was always there between them
and she couldn’t wait to tie him up like he promised she could.
What she had planned he would never see coming.

Tonight was going to be fun.

When it was close to getting dark, they made
it back to the campsite. They built a fire and Kayla sat on a large
rock, closer to the flames so that she could get warmer. Over the
open fire they roasted hotdogs he had purchased at the general
store. Her two hotdogs were a little charred when she finished. She
put them in buns and then she loaded them with mustard, ketchup,
chopped onions, and relish. What was a camping trip without
hotdogs?

After they roasted and ate several
marshmallows, tingles ran over her skin as she thought about what
she wanted to do. “Are you ready for me to tie you up so that you
can’t get free?”

He grinned. “You’re serious?”

“Yep.” She gave him a devious look. “Are you
worried, big tough guy?”

He leaned back and crossed his arms over his
chest. “I’ve never been one to back down from a dare.” An amused
smile played across his lips. “Especially from a beautiful
woman.”

“Get that rope and a pocketknife,” she said.
“I’m going to show you exactly what this woman can do.”

She’d show him all right. He wouldn’t know
what hit him by the time she was through with him.

Tate raised an eyebrow but retrieved the rope
and handed it to her along with a Swiss army knife.

“Come on.” She motioned to him to come to
her. “Take off your shirt.”

“So this is a ploy to get my shirt off
again,” he said as he obeyed. “All you had to do was ask.”

“I’m asking now.” When it was off, she ran
her hands over his muscular chest and the electrical tension
between them grew. His skin was smooth and warm beneath her palms.
“Take off your hiking boots and your socks.”

This time he raised an eyebrow. “What are you
up to?”

“Just do it.” She said again, “Are you
worried?”

“Nope.” He kicked off one boot and then the
other, and then pulled off his socks.

“Put your wrists behind your back.” Still
looking amused, he turned his back so that she could get to his
wrists.

“This is my version of rope cuffs.” She took
his wrists and began tying them by looping the rope around the
wrists first, like cuffs, then she wrapped the rope between the
hands, around the rope that held the wrists together, tightening
the bond. While she was tying him up, she admired his powerful bare
shoulders and back. He was tanned, the hairs on his arms
golden.

Standing so close to him she caught his warm,
earthy scent. “You won’t get out of this.”

He laughed. “Sure.”

When she finished with his wrists, she pulled
the Swiss army knife out of her pocket and cut the end of the
rope.

He tested the rope and she slapped his hands.
“Not yet.”

She moved around to face him and looped her
arms around his neck. She smiled and reached up and kissed him. She
pressed up against his naked chest. He tasted good and sweet, like
the marshmallows they had roasted and eaten earlier.

She loved how he kissed, his tongue lightly
tangling with hers and the way he nibbled on her lower lip.

When they separated, he said, “You know that
you didn’t have to tie me up to kiss me.”

She sucked his flat nipples and pinched them,
causing him to suck in his breath. She grinned as she tugged on the
rope she had just looped around his neck while she kissed him. She
had fashioned a knot that would slide depending on the kind of
resistance he gave her.

“What are you doing?” He looked a little
hesitant as she took a step back, holding onto the end of the rope
like a leash.

“Afraid?” she asked.

He laughed. “Of course not.”

Kayla pulled on the leash. “Follow me.”

“Hey.” He stumbled forward as the collar
tightened around his neck. “Not fair. You’re supposed to tie me up,
not strangle me.”

“I am not strangling you.” She grinned.
“There is room around that collar and I have it fashioned so it
won’t tighten down. Don’t worry, Mr. Rugby Player. I won’t hurt
you… And sure it’s fair.” She liked the feeling of power it gave
her to control a big man like Tate and force him to do what she
wanted him to. “You’re bigger than me, but the rope is more like an
equalizer.”

He followed her like a big puppy around the
campfire and she made sure there was nothing in his way in the near
darkness. They had cleared their campground pretty well. She loved
having him follow her. Little did he know, it was one of her
favorite things to do and doing it with this Rugby player made it
even better. They reached a tree with a large overhanging branch
and she made him stand under it, his back to her.

She took the smaller end of the rope and tied
it to the cuffs she had made for him. She took the large length of
the rope and tossed it over a larger branch above their heads then
tied one end of the rope to a limb at eye level to a tree 10 feet
way. Then she pulled on the other end of the rope so that his arms
were pulled up, forcing him to bend over at the waist.

Tate gave a grunt of surprise. “What are you
doing?”

“Tying you up like I promised,” she said.

She pulled harder on the rope, making him
stand on his tiptoes.

He grunted again but he didn’t beg her to let
him go. Not that she would, anyway.

Sweat had beaded on his forehead and he was
obviously uncomfortable. “Are you finished now?” he asked.

She smiled and traced his lower lip with her
finger. She loved tying up a man, especially one so muscular and
powerful. A helpless boy toy. “I want to make sure you’re good and
secure.” She reached for the button on his jean shorts. “I have
plenty more in store for you.”

“What the hell?” he said as she unzipped his
shorts and pulled them down along with his boxer briefs.

He tried to move, but up on his tiptoes, and
the way his arms were secured, there was no way for him to do so.
If he had told her to stop, she would have. But she saw the
curiosity in his eyes and intrigue.

His cock was erect, letting her know how
turned on he was despite his protests. She reached out and stroked
him and he seemed to harden even more in her hand.

“Ok, Kayla,” he said. “You have me naked and
at your mercy. You can let me go now.”

“Yes, looks like you hate this.” she said as
she played with his cock. Then she started making ankle cuffs, the
firelight still enough to see by. “When I let you down I want to
make sure you can’t seek retribution.”

“You have my word,” he said.

“Ha.” When she finished hobbling him, she
only had to go a few steps to reach the back of his truck, where
she remembered seeing thin rope that was probably used for
clothesline. When she saw clothespins that confirmed it and she
grabbed a couple of them along with the rope.

She took everything back to where she had
left Tate and admired his body as she walked toward him in the
darkness and watched firelight flicker across his skin. She loved
the position she had him in and his naked body was beautiful.

When she was back in front of him, she
dropped the twine and thin rope on the ground. Then she took the
clothespins she clipped it on one of his flat nipples and he hissed
in from pain. “What are you doing to me?”

“Showing you what a woman can do to you if
she wants to.” She put the second clothespin on his opposite
nipple. “Now be quiet unless you want me to be even tougher.”

He grimaced and she picked up the thin rope
and started to wrap his cock and balls with it, causing him to give
a grunt of pain. She tied the rope around each one, separating the
balls before tying his cock with it, too. She liked the look, how
the balls became smooth as the skin pulled back from the pressure.
It was so hot having this kind of control over him, especially him.
She had tied up a few men over the years, but not one quite like
Tate.

When she was finished, she took the end of
the rope binding his cock and balls and tied it to his collar. She
went behind him and untied the rope that had his arms up and had
forced him on his toes. It allowed him to rest fully on his feet
but he couldn’t straighten because she had tied his cock and balls
to his collar.

Kayla patted him on his shoulder. “It’s an
introductory version of something called predicament bondage.
Bending over you are uncomfortable. If you want to get a little
comfortable and stand a little straighter to take pressure off your
thighs, you pull on your cock and balls. Choose your poison.”

“Shit, lady.” He growled the words. “Where
did you learn all of this?” It was obvious he was having a hard
time talking from the discomfort. “Get the clothespins off of
me.”

“Later.” She held back a grin of amusement.
“Until then you have to deal with the clothespins.”

He growled but she knew he wasn’t angry. He
was turned on and getting into it. If she had felt in the least
that he really wanted her to stop, she would have immediately.

“So, Mr. Rugby Player, let’s see if you can
get out now,” she said.