Claimed (4 page)

“I would love it.” She felt a twinge of
excitement in her belly. “I didn’t expect it this soon. I didn’t
want to be too pushy or controlling.” She grinned. “The first
twelve hours anyway.”

He rolled over so that she was on top of him
again and she sat so that she had her knees to either side of his
hips and his cock was pressing against her center. She loved that
he was already so turned on.

She moved her hands over his muscular chest.
The power she felt beneath his skin was such an incredible turn on
that she found herself biting her lower lip. He had strength enough
to crush her, but that strength would be hers to play with as he
turned over control.

“Let’s take off your socks and shoes.” She
slipped off the mattress and stepped back as he sat up and kicked
off his shoes. She moved closer and peeled off his socks before
taking his hand and pulling to get him to stand.

When he was up, she pushed his T-shirt over
his head then skimmed her palms over his bare skin. “Can’t wait to
see what else you have under these clothes.”

She smiled to herself when he audibly sucked
in his breath as she scratched her fingers over his jeans along the
length of his cock. It felt hard and thick and she was ready to let
it come out to play. She unfastened the top button then drew the
zipper down. His breathing came a little more rapid and she swore
she could hear his heart pounding.

He may be a tough Navy SEAL, but ultimately
he was just a man when it came to the right woman.

His Levis dropped to the floor and then she
pushed down his boxer briefs to uncover his cock. “Damn,” she
murmured as she wrapped her fingers around it. “Nice.”

Now that he was fully naked, she stepped back
for a moment to admire him. He didn’t look so amused. Now his eyes
burned with passion and she knew he wanted to step forward and take
control of her. He did a remarkable job of holding himself
back.

She guided him toward the left side of the
king-sized bed, near the headboard, and pushed him down. The bed
rocked beneath his weight as he dropped onto the mattress.

“Let me see you now.” His voice was almost
hoarse with desire.

“In good time.” She went to one of her bags
and rummaged in it before pulling out two pairs of leather
handcuffs and long white rope and metal clips. He raised an eyebrow
as she carried them to him. “Come on, big boy. Let me see your left
wrist.”

“I can’t believe you brought that.” He
laughed.

“Oh, this and more,” she said. “I could tell
in our Skype time that you were up for adventure, so I figured what
the heck.”

He shook his head and grinned. “I wonder if
they checked your bags.”

“Sure they did.” She shrugged. “I don’t care
though. One of the ladies checking actually looked rather
excited.”

He held out his wrist and she buckled on a
cuff. He was being a good sport, at least so far, and it was a high
knowing that he was doing this just for her.

Of course he had no idea what she had planned
for him.

She’d secured rubber-coated black chain
around the legs of the bed before they’d left for dinner—she’d told
him she was going to her room to freshen up. All she had to do was
snap a clip to the chain and a ring on his cuff on each side of the
bed and he would be ready for her.

He watched as she knelt and brought the chain
up to his wrist and secured it.

“You brought
chain
?” he said with
humor in his voice. “To
Mexico
?”

“You’d be surprised what I have in those
bright pink bags. I told you this stuff and more.” She grinned.
“Move into the middle of the bed.”

He obeyed and she went around to the other
side, buckled a cuff to his right wrist and stretched his arm out
so that his arms were secured to either side.

She watched him for signs of unease that he
was turning over control to a woman but he remained at ease, with
the exception of his cock that was still standing at attention. She
returned to her bag and pulled out a pair of leather ankle cuffs.
He raised his head enough to watch her as she put the ankle cuffs
on him then used clips to attach them to chains at the foot of the
bed.

She loved how the big, strong, confident man
had turned control over to her without a complaint, without
worrying that she would hurt him.

When she had him spread-eagled on the bed,
cuffed, in all his naked glory, she found her own heart pounding
faster. He was so sexy with his dark hair and tawny eyes as he
watched her with hunger in his gaze.

“I’ll be right back.” She gave him a
seductive smile before grabbing up one of her bags and taking it
with her into the bathroom.

It didn’t take her long to get ready for him.
As she came out, he gave a low whistle when he saw her in her
leather corset and panties.

“Damn, that’s hot.” He seemed mesmerized by
her breasts that were pushed up high, and didn’t seem to notice the
riding crop in her hands until she was standing over him. “Be kind
to me, Mistress,” he said in a teasing tone.

She brought the crop down lightly on one of
his thighs then used it a little harder and a little harder yet.
She loved that he didn’t make a sound. No matter how hard she used
the crop, he just watched her without flinching.

“My, my you’re tough.” She climbed up onto
the bed and knelt with her hands to either side of his head. Again
he seemed transfixed on her breasts that were nearly spilling out
of the corset. She reached down and grabbed his balls and squeezed.
Hard.

His gaze moved from her breasts to her face,
the only indication that he felt something. She held onto his balls
and smiled. “I want your complete attention, do you understand
that?”

“Sure.” His expression still showed no sign
that she might have been causing him any pain. She squeezed harder.
No change in the way that he was looking at her. Not a twitch of a
muscle or a vein bulging on his forehead. Nothing. “I’m all yours.”
Even his voice was clear with no hint of pain.

This might call for more drastic
measures.

She eased off of the bed and returned to her
bag of tricks. She pulled out some of her favorite instruments of
torture. Clothespins tied to twine.

“I love these.” She returned to him and drew
the clothespins out. They were on rough twine and she watched him
as she slowly started applying the clothespin zipper, one
clothespin at a time, around his balls and even around his cock.
She made it last, putting each one on slowly, making the whole
thing an erotic torture.

Except that it didn’t seem like torture to
him. He didn’t even wince. Most guys were whining and sniveling by
now, but Rick was taking everything she dished out.

She loved it.

Wimps and men with baggage were such a
turn-off. She’d dumped men for begging and whimpering.

“How do you like this, big man?” She kept
hold of the end of the twine as she moved up enough that she could
brush her lips over his. Then she raised her head, gave a devious
smile, and pulled on the string, ripping away the clothespins like
a zipper.

As she watched his face she thought she saw a
tic in his jaw, but she wasn’t sure. She kissed him again then went
back to her bag.

Next she chose silver clover nipple clamps.
She climbed onto the bed and moved up and knelt between his thighs.
“These might pinch a little.” She clasped one on each of his flat
nipples. “They might not hurt so much at first, but—” She tugged on
the chain connecting the clamps and they automatically tightened
when they are pulled. Still no obvious reaction. “Every time this
is pulled, the tighter the clamps will get.”

“Got it,” he said and winked, and she shook
her head.

When she went back to her bag, she bypassed
the ball gag and took out a pair of red panties and a nylon
stocking. Yelling didn’t seem to be something she had to worry
about other guests in the resort hearing as she played with Rick,
but she liked the idea of using her panties as a gag. The man was a
definite challenge.

She stuffed her panties into his mouth and
wrapped the stocking around his head four times through his mouth
and tightened it keeping the panties in place. She looked down at
him and smiled. His eyes were heavy lidded and she knew he was
turned on without him saying a word. Then she picked out a length
of thin rope and went back to the bed and moved between his thighs
again.

“This won’t hurt, much.” She started tying up
his balls with the rope, winding it around his ball sac. Round and
round she wound it between his cock and his balls, separating and
stretching his balls down and further from his body. They hardened
like limes.

His erection remained hard as she played with
him. “You love all of this, don’t you,” she stated.

As he silently watched her, she lowered her
head and licked the head of his cock. This time he twitched and she
smiled. She knew how to get to him.

She gripped his cock in one hand and squeezed
his tied-up balls at the same time she started going down on him.
Her eyes locked with his. His jaw tightened and a sheen of
perspiration soon coated his body as she sucked and licked his
cock.

There was always a way to get through a man’s
defenses.

But she didn’t think
she
could take
much more. It was the first time she had ever wanted a man so badly
she was almost shaking with it. She moved off of the bed and
slipped out of her leather panties then pulled out the condom she
had slipped into her corset earlier, in her cleavage. She got back
on the bed and knelt beside him as she opened the package and
tossed it aside. Her hands trembled as she rolled the condom onto
his cock.

She eased up his body and straddled him,
settling with her knees to either side of his chest. She never
expected to move this fast, but the Skype sessions had excited her
and she wanted him. She knew he wanted her, too. As much as she
wanted to ride him, she restrained herself and moved her lips to
his ear.

“I’m going to fuck you.” She nipped at his
earlobe and stroked his cock at the same time. “There isn’t a thing
you can do about it. But I know you want me, so that isn’t a
problem, now is it?”

He moved his head from side to side.
Definitely not a problem. She rose up and looked down at his tawny
gold eyes.
Lion’s eyes,
she thought. They were dark with
hunger and she knew he was dying to be inside of her.

She shifted so that her pussy was over his
cock and rubbed herself on him. He was hard against her folds and
she felt herself grow wetter. She reached down and placed the head
of his cock against her core.

Even as she ached to have him, she took her
time, drawing it out for the both of them.

Her hips rose and then she slammed herself
onto him. His eyes nearly crossed as she moved up and down his cock
and she had a hard time hanging on and not climaxing. She didn’t
want to come yet. She wanted to enjoy the sensation of him filling
her up, of his cock thrusting in and out of her core, his big
muscled body moving beneath her. She grasped the chain to the
clover clamps on his nipples then pulled.

He shouted behind his gag and she didn’t know
if it was because his nipples hurt or he was close to coming.

Everything rose and rose inside of her.
Colors seemed to intertwine in her mind and her body trembled from
the power of her orgasm rising inside of her. She cried out as she
climaxed, forgetting for a moment that she could be heard by
neighboring resort guests.

Her whole body seemed to clench and unclench
as her orgasm carried on. For a moment she lost sense of herself as
her entire body throbbed.

The next thing she knew, she was beneath
Rick. She gasped in surprise. How had he managed to free his wrists
and ankles?

He had to have figured out how to undo one of
the clips. She should have used locks. Once he had one hand free,
it would have been easy to get the rest of the cuffs off while she
had been lost in orgasm La-La Land.

She struggled and tried to get free but he
had her pinned down tight with his body and one hand securing her
wrists again. With his free hand he unwrapped the stocking from
around his head and pulled the panties out of his mouth and tossed
it all aside.

His gaze was burning hot when her eyes met
his and a drop of sweat rolled down the side of his face.

He drove his cock into her core and she cried
out with surprise at the intensity of his movement. He fucked her
hard and fast, and she felt him deep inside of her.

Another orgasm came charging toward her as he
drove in and out. She cried out even louder this time and she heard
his own shout as he climaxed along with her.

Everything pulsed within her and her whole
body seemed to spasm with her orgasm. It throbbed and throbbed and
she didn’t think she’d ever come down from the incredible high. She
didn’t want to come down.

He wrapped her in his arms and rolled her
onto her side and looked into her eyes. “Honey,” he said. “You can
try to tie me up anytime.”

She smiled feeling satisfied and amazed at
how wonderful she felt. “I plan to,” she said as her whole body
relaxed and she felt more sated than she had ever felt in her life.
She snuggled up against him and slipped into a deep sleep, dreaming
of whips and chains and this time she wasn’t the one in
control.

The sun was barely coming up as Leslie
slipped her feet off the mattress and onto the floor. She’d teach
Rick for escaping and taking control of her like he had.

When she was out of bed she glanced at him.
He had one arm across his eyes and the other stretched out beside
him. His bare chest rose and fell with deep, even breaths and she
was certain he was still asleep. A sheet was tangled around him and
it barely covered his early morning erection and her mouth watered
as she thought about a great way to wake him up.