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“Love it.” He lowered his head and sucked one
of her nipples. She squirmed, wanting to touch him. And most of all
wanting to feel him inside of her.

She wondered what was next when he went back
to her cabinet. He took a large jeweler’s box off of the surface of
the cabinet where she kept some of her nipple clamps. “What do we
have here?”

A groan slipped out of her mouth from behind
her gag. She’d never had the clamps used on her. She loved to use
them on men but her own nipples were so sensitive that she winced
at just the thought of them on her.

Her eyes widened as he brought a pair of
silver clamps with red tassels hanging from them.
Not those
,
she thought to herself, then remembered she had used clover clamps
on him and was grateful he wasn’t doing the same to her. Still…

When he reached her she tried to swallow but
couldn’t with the ball gag in her mouth. “Beautiful nipples.” He
played with one while he leaned close and kissed the corner of her
mouth. He slowly closed a clamp around her nipple.

She couldn’t hold back a muffled cry as he
did it and then whimpered again when he put the other clamp on.

After he put the clamps on, he gestured
toward a kneeling bench. “I want to see you on that.”

She walked to the bench, steady on her heels
from years of practice. She moved onto the padded kneeling surface
and he helped her lean forward so that her top half was on the
bench, her ass in the air, her hands cuffed behind her back. She
winced from the pressure of the clamps on her nipples against the
padded bench.

He rubbed her ass with both palms and they
felt warm through her latex pants. Then he pressed her thighs apart
with his hands and she felt tingles of desire where he touched
her.

“Mission accomplished.” He located the zipper
and she caught her breath as he unzipped the latex pants at the
crotch. Cool air brushed her exposed folds and she moaned as he
slid two fingers inside of her. “Mmmmm. I love this outfit.”

At that moment she
really
loved it,
too. She got lost in the sensations as he reached up and slipped
his hands beneath one of her breasts with his other hand.

“Yeah. Nice.” After a few moments of
erotically teasing her, he moved away.

She almost whimpered, already missing his
touch. She heard him rummaging in the cabinet drawers, but didn’t
know what he was getting because her back was to him.

A hard swat to her ass with a paddle and she
yelped in surprise. Another swat had her eyes watering her. He had
taken everything she had dished out to him and she felt like she
had to try her best to hold back any cries no matter how muffled
they woul dbe.

In between swats he rubbed her ass, rubbing
in the burn. Her eyes were damp when he finally stopped and leaned
over so that he could whisper in her ear. “That’s for teasing me
while we ate dinner.”

Paybacks were, indeed, a bitch.

But she found she loved it. Every bit of
it.

He moved his hips between her legs and she
felt his erection through his jeans and her latex pants. He slowly
pumped his hips and she moaned again from need.

“I want to try out that swing now.” He helped
her up so that she could stand and he took her by her elbow and led
her to the swing.

Excitement swirled through her as he
unclipped her cuffs and had her lie on her belly on the swing, her
ass in the air. He went around to her front side and clipped her
cuffs together again. He returned to stand behind her and she heard
the sound of a zipper before he pushed his hips between her
thighs.

Tingles prickled her skin as he rubbed his
cock against her bared folds. “Beautiful,” he murmured. “Can’t wait
to be inside you again.”

She couldn’t wait, either.

It felt so exciting to be at his mercy.
Gagged, clamped, in a sex swing. She felt like she was floating and
ached between her thighs as she waited for what she prayed would
come soon.

“I’m going to fuck you hard.” The way he said
the word made her pussy ache even more.

He drove inside her in a fast, powerful
thrust. Her eyes widened and she gave a muffled cry. As he pounded
in and out of her she bounced in the air and was lost. Lost in the
feel of him taking her. Lost in the buoyant feeling of swinging in
the air and being brought back up against him again.

Her orgasm came flying toward her, too fast
to control. She couldn’t hold back. As it rocketed through her she
screamed behind her gag. Rick continued to slam into her hard and
fast.

She came a second time and a third and he was
still driving in and out of her. And then he shouted as he
climaxed.

His cock pulsed inside of her and he came to
a stop. He pressed himself tight against her and held her by her
hips. She hung from the swing feeling limp and exhausted, and
completely sated.

He helped her to her feet and took off the
wrist cuffs. She held his arms to keep from slumping into a pile of
sweet satisfaction. He tossed the wrist restraints aside then
removed the nipple clamps and the ball gag.

“Wow.” She smiled up at him. “That was
amazing”

“You are amazing.” He cupped her face with
his hands and brought his mouth to hers for a sweet, sweet
kiss.

She rested her head against his chest as he
held her and she squeezed her eyes shut. After Michael she had
sworn off relationships that were anything more than playing
around.

And now what was she doing?

She was falling for Rick. And she was falling
hard.

“Are you sure about this?” Rick studied
Leslie as they stood inside the foyer of her home. “I’ve never been
to something like what you’re telling me this is. Some kind of wild
BDSM party.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” She
grinned. “I thought all of you Navy SEALs were up for
anything.”

“My sense of adventure has some limits when
it comes to civilian to life.” He shook his head. “I don’t think
there’s a thing we’ve gone through that will have prepared me for a
big wild bondage orgy.”

She put her hands on her hips. “It is
not
an orgy. Just because people are into BDSM doesn’t mean
they like group sex.”

He gave her a pointed look. “But some
do.”

“Yeah, well.” She smiled and tugged on his
arm as she encouraged him to go out the front door. “I’m not into
that kind of thing. So come on and you’ll get to meet some of my
friends.”

He looked her over, admiring the black
leather miniskirt she wore, as well as the corset she had on
beneath a short leather jacket. “I don’t want to let you out of my
sight looking like that, so I guess I’m in.”

“Good.” She locked the door behind them and
they headed toward his black SUV that was parked by the curb. It
had been several weeks since Cabo and they had been seeing each
other as often as they were able.

“Tell me about this place,” Rick said as he
drove them toward a rural part of Maryland, their headlights the
only light around.

“It’s simply called ‘the farm’.” She looked
out into the darkness as they continued beyond the city limits.
“KC, I mean the Kink Club, holds an annual party at the farm. It’s
a lot of fun.”

Rick grunted.

“A guy named Garth owns it.” She looked from
the window to Rick. “He was on the auction board. He organized KC’s
private involvement.”

“So he probably knows my sister.” Rick didn’t
sound like he approved.

Leslie laughed. “There’s no doubt since they
both work on the board.”

Even though Rick seemed a little unsure of
all of this, he was still fun to talk to and he loosened up as they
drove to the farm.

The place was lit up like a Christmas
festival as they reached the road leading up to the two-story
farmhouse and drove toward it. From a distance the lighting looked
like a hundred fireflies dancing about.

The truck bounced in ruts along the road then
Rick found a place to park that was a good distance away because
there were so many vehicles parked outside the main gates.

It was cool outside and she was thankful for
her jacket, although her bare legs beneath her leather mini skirt
were chilled. He held her hand as they walked toward the buildings,
his grip helping to steady her on the uneven surface in her
four-inch heels. She wanted to poke him in the side for his lack of
enthusiasm. It wasn’t dampening hers, and she knew he hadn’t
intended it to. He just wasn’t crazy about the idea of being
here.

“Leslie.” Garth stepped out of the darkness
and she jumped in surprise at his sudden appearance.

She laughed. “You nearly gave me a heart
attack coming out of nowhere like that.”

“Sorry.” He kissed her cheek before
straightening.

He turned his gaze on Rick. “And this is the
Navy SEAL you were so hot for at the auction.”

She looked at Rick and grinned. “Yes, all of
my friends knew that I intended to win you.”

He looked amused and extended his hand to
Garth. “I’m Rick.”

“Garth.” They seemed to be sizing each other
up as Garth shook Rick’s hand.

Dressed all in leather, Garth was a tall Dom
and a lot of people found him almost intimidating. He happened to
be a very sexy bald man with a goatee. He was big and extremely
muscular. She and Garth often traded innuendos and she teased him
about letting her be his Domme and he would shake his head and tell
her that he’d like to see her on her knees as his sub. It was all
in good fun.

But tonight she didn’t want the banter in
front of Rick.

“Have you seen Christy or Roni tonight?” she
asked Garth before he could get anything else in. “Are they
here?”

He gestured toward a group of tables on the
south side of the house. “Saw them over there with their Doms.”

Leslie raised an eyebrow. It had been a while
since she’d had a chance to speak with either of them. She knew
they were in committed relationships, but neither woman had
referred to her man as a Dom. Curiouser and curiouser.

“Good to meet you,” Garth said to Rick as he
took a step back.

Rick gave a nod. “Likewise.”

Leslie gave Garth a little wave then took
Rick’s hand and they walked toward tables with kerosene lanterns on
them for light, each one turned low so that it was a more intimate
atmosphere.

Laughter and voices came from outside and
inside of the farmhouse. Rick might have lacked enthusiasm about
coming, but she was sure that once he was here for a while that he
would fall into the spirit of the event.

The farmyard was extensive with a huge barn
that they could see outlined in the lighted yard as well as what
looked like pens for animals and out buildings.

Leslie swept her gaze over the yard. There
had to be close to a hundred partygoers participating in various
activities outside and probably another fifty inside. She
recognized a lot of the partyers. The same people tended to attend
various events, some more than others.

People they passed were in various stages of
dress and undress, but all of them with some form of clothing on,
no matter how scant.

Women in latex cat suits; men in black
leather; women with pasties on their nipples and tiny skirts; men
with bare chests and leather straps across their bodies; corsets
and bustiers; chain and leather outfits; fishnet and thigh-high
boots; and any other possible form of what might be considered to
be clothing.

There were pony girls pulling carts and puppy
boys on all fours walking with their Doms holding their leashes.
Some women were dressed like schoolgirls and others in French maid
costumes. There were men dressed like women, same sex couples, as
well as heterosexual and bisexual couples.

Leslie tugged on Rick’s hand as they walked
through the rows of tables. He looked around them and seemed to be
analyzing everything as they went.

As they walked, female and male subs and Doms
waved to Leslie or stopped them to say hello. Each time Leslie
smiled and said it was great to see them and then she and Rick
moved on. She did her best not to take the time to make
introductions or they would be there all night.

“You sure know a lot of people here.” Rick
looked at her.

She shrugged. “There are a lot of good people
here, but when I think about it, my reasons for coming were pretty
shallow.” She moved her gaze over the activities and felt a little
like an outsider looking in for the first time ever. “I don’t need
to be here for the same reasons.”

“What’s that?” Rick said.

“My friends and I would go trolling for guys,
trying to make the right connections.” She spotted a couple of her
former subs and the males waved at her. She gave them a little wave
back. “They never measured up to what I really wanted in a man. I
wanted a male I could control. Thing was if the male wanted his
life directed, I would lose respect for him and it was over.”

“What were you looking for in a man?” Rick
asked.

She looked up at him. “I guess in many ways I
didn’t know. I just knew when it wasn’t right and I would move
on.”

Then she heard a familiar voice. “Les.” Roni
called out “Over here.”

Leslie smiled and squeezed Rick’s hand as
they walked toward Roni and the dark, mysterious man who had won
her at the auction. Beside her sat Christy and the very hot man who
had bid on her. After the auction, Leslie had learned from Roni
that Christy and the man had shared a past together.

The men stood and shook Rick’s hand as Leslie
hugged Christy and Roni.

“So good to see you.” Leslie smiled at her
friends then shook the hands of their men as introductions were
made. Roni’s guy was John while Christy was with Zach.

“Wow.” Leslie sat on a bench seat at the
table across from her friends. “That auction turned out to be
amazing for all of us.”