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Leslie smiled. “I can’t believe I am actually
saying this, but being at the end of a leash with you would excite
me. Just about all of this excites me, but it takes it to another
level when it is with someone you are connected with.”

“So, it takes it to another level for you
with me, huh?” he said.

She hooked her arm through his. “Let’s just
say you are in the exciting phase for me.”

“Oh, the phase right before being discarded
on the heap of males you have gotten rid of.”

“I should never have told you about that.”
She laughed. “I will admit that you would be the hottest looking
male in that pile.”

“Thanks for that image.” He shook his head
but had an amused expression. “Good to know what phase I am and
that I will eventually be in the discard heap.”

How different you are Rick Pierce
, she
thought. In some strange way, she could not tell him how she felt
though. It was as if there was an element of control deep in her
that wanted him to wonder… If he even did. Another part of her
wanted to think that there was nothing to this. It was all about
guarding her feelings.

After she and Rick found paper plates and
filled them with barbeque ribs, bread rolls, potato salad, deviled
eggs, and roasted veggies, and each grabbed a can of soda, they
found an empty table in a far corner of the farmyard. She scooted
onto the bench across from Rick and they dug in.

“So good.” She sighed as she pushed her
nearly empty plate aside.

He had gone back for seconds and had just
polished off the rest of his dinner. “Excellent.” He set his plate
and plastic fork aside like she had, then folded his arms on the
table and leaned forward. “Why don’t you tell me now about whatever
it is in your past that bothers you so much?”

Taken by surprise, her lips parted but
nothing came out.

“You can do it, honey.” His tone, the way he
looked at her, somehow gave her courage she hadn’t had for a long
time.

“I was a sub once.” She studied Rick’s
features but there was no change in the way he was looking at
her.

“Go on,” he said.

“His name was Michael.” She looked up at the
millions of stars in the sky that were so clear out here in the
country. She turned her gaze back to Rick. “I loved him. At least I
thought I did.”

“What happened?”

She glanced down at her hands, so small after
having stared up at the heavens. When she looked at Rick again, she
said, “He was having affairs with other women.” She shoved her hair
behind her ears. “It hurt so much that I swore I would never let
myself care again.”

“That’s when you started topping.” Rick
didn’t look judgmental, just concerned.

She nodded. “Bondage, domination… It’s a part
of me that I couldn’t push away into some corner. I’ve found
domination to be almost healing.”

“Almost,” Rick said.

With a nod she said, “Almost.”

Talking about Michael made her feel like a
weight had been lifted from her chest and she actually felt like
smiling for the first time when she thought about him. He wasn’t
worth her anger and she should have realized that a long time ago.
It was time for her to move on.

They were quiet for a moment and she looked
into his gaze, wanting to tell him how she felt now but the words
wouldn’t come.

“Why don’t you ever talk about your family?”
he asked.

She frowned. “Because there isn’t anything
positive to talk about.”

He didn’t look like he was going to let her
put him off. “Maybe that’s something you need to get off of your
chest, too.”

“I suppose.” She sighed. “I grew up with very
wealthy and very absent parents. I was raised with a host of
nannies and tutors then sent off to boarding school as soon as I
was old enough. My father was a mean bastard and my mother was a
social snob.” Leslie pushed her hair out of her face. “Getting
pregnant with me was the last thing on earth she wanted. She had
surgeries to get her body back in shape but it was never quite the
way she wanted it to be.”

Everything rolled out of her so fast she
hadn’t been able to stop herself. She clenched her fist on the
tabletop. “I wasn’t wanted and it wasn’t the best upbringing any
child could have.”

He reached across the table and squeezed her
hand. His touch was almost healing. It was like he took the bad
feelings, the bad memories and drew them into himself then disposed
of them. It was the oddest, yet wonderful, feeling.

“I didn’t realize how much I needed to get
that out.” She took a deep breath. “I don’t talk to anyone about my
parents or Michael.”

“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.

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.