Chapter 11
Roni reeled her line back in as John was casting his as they sat on the mid-sized boat they had rented for the day. They were alone out on the water where John had driven the boat. Their weekend at Half Moon Bay was almost over and she hated to see it end.
It was two months after the ordeal with the serial killer and it seemed like life was back to normal.
John brought his line in again and then took both of their poles and set them aside. He brought her into his lap and hugged her close to him.
“You know I love you, don’t you?” he said once again with a smile.
“And you know I love you.” She smiled and kissed his cheek that was rough with stubble. “Now that we have reestablished that fact, why don’t you show me what you have below deck?”
“My pleasure.” He rose up with her still in her arms and she laughed and held onto him.
He carried her down the stairs and she felt the gentle rocking of the boat when they were below, he carried her to the bed and set her on it. “Take off your clothes.”
She was delighted to. She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it aside then wiggled out of her shorts, leaving her in her leopard print bra and matching panties. Then she unfastened her bra and pushed down her panties and stepped out of them.
After what she went through, being restrained by a sick murderer, John had been concerned that playing bondage games would bother her. She had explained to him that this was different and she didn’t have any of the feelings she had experienced during the ordeal.
She knew that with John she was safe and bondage was something that they both enjoyed. She wasn’t going to let a lunatic ruin that for either her or John. She wouldn’t let him put a dark mark on their lives.
Over the weeks she had worked hard to occupy her mind with other things if they strayed toward things she didn’t want to dwell on. When they played, it was easy to forget everything but what mattered—each other.
“What did you bring?” she asked as he dug in the duffel bag he had taken on board with them.
John pulled rope out of the duffel bag as well as cuffs and a short spreader bar. His muscles flexed as he moved and she enjoyed the view. He took a pair of what looked like fishing weights out and set everything down then put the cuffs on her.
“Come here.” He gestured for her to come to him and then he picked up the fishing weights. She saw that they were connected to nipple clamps.
“Ow,” she said as she looked at them. She could already imagine what they felt like.
He shook his head. “No complaints.”
She bit her lower lip and stood in front of him. He leaned over and sucked one of her nipples before putting on the clamp. She cried out at the feel of the thing as it squeezed her nipple and the weights intensifying the feeling. He sucked the other nipple then put the clamp on and she cried out again.
His scent of sunshine and the ocean enveloped her as he kissed her, a sweet, sensual kiss.
He took her by the hand. “Let’s go.” In his other hand he held the spreader bar and something else that she couldn’t see.
She reached out and took his hand and he led her back up the stairs and into the cool California sunshine. The wind caressed her naked body, her nipples already hard and aching.
The metal rings on the cuffs jingled as she walked. When they reached the railing at the bow, he used rope to secure her cuffs to the railing and then put the spreader bar between her ankles and attached it with clips to the cuffs.
He positioned her so that she was bent over the railing with her legs spread, the weights hanging from her nipples. The breeze was cool as it brushed her folds. He moved behind her and pressed something hard against her anus. She held her breath as he slowly pushed a butt plug inside of her.
The plug started vibrating. She caught her breath as he pressed himself to her and his cock was hard as he rubbed it against her folds.
She thought she heard the sound of a boat in the distance and her heart started pounding a little. What if they were caught? The danger of it added to her excitement.
He caressed her body from her breasts down to her ass and back. “I love your body.” He tugged on the weights and her eyes watered. “You are so beautiful and you’re mine.”
“Yes.” She pressed back against him. “I’m all yours.”
She heard the rustle of his zipper then felt his hard cock against her core. He thrust inside of her and she moaned from the exquisite pleasure. The erotic feel of him taking her while she was naked and out on the water, with the sun kissing their bodies, and the breeze caressing their skin, and the boat rocking on the calm ocean.
He took her at a slow, easy pace and her climax started to build inside her. Everything grew even more intense and she fell into the incredible sensations.
In and out, harder and harder.
She felt her orgasm starting to crescendo, closer, closer—
Brilliant light flooded her mind as she climaxed and cried out. He pulled on the weights on her nipples as she came and the pain somehow added to her orgasm. Her body jerked and her core spasmed around his cock.
He shouted as he came and he gripped her hips tight in his big hands.
Her limbs felt weak and she needed his strength to hold her up. He undid her bonds, took out the plug and removed the clips and set them aside on the deck. Then he took her to one of the deck chairs and cuddled with her in his lap.
She laid her head on his chest and he kissed the top of her head.
“The best investment I’ve ever made,” he said.
Imagine the possibilities, went through her mind as she remember her thoughts the night she met John.
“Yes.” She smiled and looked at him. “It certainly was.”
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Claimed
Chapter 1
Leslie Adams smiled as she slipped through the crowd of people mingling before the exclusive charity auction in Washington, D.C. The air smelled of elegant perfumes and diamond jewelry glittered in the room’s low lighting. An undercurrent of energy seemed to run just below the surface of the night’s event.
But what she was focused on was a man across the room.
“SEAL is on the menu tonight,” she murmured to herself as she watched him. “That Navy man is mine.”
He was even sexier in the flesh than he’d been in his photograph. His features were well cut and his skin tanned, showing he was outdoors quite a bit of the time. She could almost feel how soft his short dark hair would be as it sifted through her fingers. His muscular body would feel smooth and hard against her palms. His suit fit him well and he wore it with ease, as comfortable in it as he no doubt was in a wetsuit.
Thoughts of how he would look with his suit off had her running her tongue along her lower lip and caused a tingling between her thighs. His body would be buff and perfect beneath his clothing and she would be happy to lick his naked body all over. She wondered how he had been roped into allowing himself to be auctioned off for charity.
She couldn’t believe her fortune. She loved her men tough, strong, and sexy, and from what she’d read, Rick Pierce appeared to be all of that and more. After studying the auction program and reading through the information about him, she all but had him tied up with a nice red bow as a present to herself.
Tying him up was the plan.
She needed to talk with him, but if he was only half of what was described in the program, she wasn’t about to let anyone outbid her tonight. No one.
Her silver dress felt slinky and sexy against her skin and with her white-blonde hair up, the air in the room was cool at her nape. She reached up and ran her finger along the edges of the decorative triangle pin on her left shoulder. It signified she liked to top submissives from KC, the Kink Club. The tougher they were, the more desire she had to control them. She’d never come across a man since Michael who’d had the power to make her submit to him.
That will be the day.
Thoughts of Michael al
ways made her stomach pitch and she stuffed thoughts of him back into the box she always kept them in.
She was several feet from Rick when a man stepped in front of her and blocked her path. She had been so focused on the SEAL that it took her a moment to register that the man in front of her was one of the most sought after male models in the industry. He was with a competitor’s agency. At one time she would have given her firstborn—if she had one—to have Armand Moreau with her own agency.
“Leslie, dear.” He took her hand and brought it to his lips. “What a pleasure.”
He had been in the auction program as one of those individuals being auctioned off, but she’d had no intention of purchasing him for a weekend alone so hadn’t given him a lot of thought.
“Armand.” She smiled despite the fact that she wanted him to be gone so that she could continue on to her prey. “It’s good to see you. Now if you please excu—”
“I see that you are a bidder.” He indicated the white corsage on her shoulder, near her triangle pin. “How wonderful. No doubt you saw that I have given myself up for auction to benefit this event.” His French accent was heavy, his rather large ego intact.
For a moment she thought about what it would be like to tie him up and have him at her mercy. She doubted if he could take what she would have in store for him if she purchased him during the auction. It might actually be quite interesting to find out.
But she wasn’t into more than one man at a time, and right now her goal was a certain SEAL named Rick and this man was in her way.
“You are bidding on me, no?” He said the words as if it was a foregone conclusion.
“I am certain the ladies will be fighting over you tonight,” she said.
“Yes.” His look was what she might define as smug. “But I would only be happy to have you in my arms this weekend.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Then it will be a lonely weekend for you.”
He frowned. “Are you not bidding?”
“I am.” She gave him a tight smile. “But I’m going to leave you for the ladies who would give you the appreciation you so richly deserve.”
And she would bid on someone with considerably more intelligence, not to mention a physical prowess Armand would never have in the same way Rick appeared to. Besides, she didn’t “do” male models anymore, she reminded herself. To a one, none of them had been able to handle her.
“I am disappointed.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it again. “If you change your mind…”
“Enjoy the auction, Armand.” She extracted her hand from his. “I look forward to seeing you another time.”
“As do I.” He glanced over her shoulder. “There is Dahlia. I must say hello.” He took Leslie by her shoulders and kissed each cheek before moving away from her. “Dahlia, darling,” she heard him say and she shook her head in amusement.
“Hi, Leslie,” Kelley Bachman said from behind her.
Leslie turned and smiled at her good friend. “You made it.”
“I was a little worried I wasn’t going to be able to.” Kelley pushed her golden blonde hair away from her face. “You know how Dr. Brown likes to keep me late whenever possible.”
Leslie put her hand on her friend’s arm. “Maybe it’s time to transfer into another area of the hospital.”
Kelley smiled. “You’re right. It’s just been so hectic lately. Work just never lets up.”
“The nerve of people getting sick.” Leslie laughed. “I don’t know how you handle being a nurse. It takes someone pretty special to have that as a career.”
“I love my job.” Kelley raised her glass of wine. “If it wasn’t for Dr. Jeffrey Brown being after me all of the time, I’d be perfectly satisfied right where I am.”
Leslie touched her hair to make sure it was still smooth. “Have you thought of filing a sexual harassment suit?”
Kelley shook her head. “It hasn’t gotten to that point. He’s done nothing that would qualify as harassment. He just does everything he can to keep me close. It’s in his eyes though, but you can’t file a claim based on the way someone looks at you covertly.”
“Anyway,” Kelley went on as she brought her fingers to the circle pin she wore, signifying she was a submissive in KC. “We’re here for fun and I intend to enjoy myself and hope that the right guy bids on me.” She looked at Leslie’s triangle pin. “Have anyone in mind that you’re looking to bid on?”
“A Navy SEAL.” Leslie gave Kelley a naughty grin. “Just think of the fun I’ll have.”
“Nice.” Kelley laughed. “You always did like the best of the best.”
Leslie gave her a quick hug. “Good to see you, honey.”
Kelley hugged her back. “Go get him.”
When Kelley moved away, Leslie looked to where the SEAL had been standing, but he was no longer there. Disappointment eased through her but she slowly pivoted to see if he was nearby but she didn’t see him anywhere.
“Excuse me.” A deep voice from behind her had her turning to face whoever had spoken.
It was the SEAL.
The moment that his tawny eyes met hers almost took her breath away. Her heart started to pound and her blood warmed as his gaze swept over her from head to toe.
His presence was almost magnetic, as if she could move closer to him and her body would fuse with his.
Tingles ran up and down her spine. She’d never had this kind of reaction to any man. Ever.
Must have been too much wine.
She put on a sensual smile, doing her best to make sure her reaction didn’t show on her features. She was good at that, putting on one face for the world while on the inside she was feeling entirely different.
His lips curved into a smile so sexy it made her shiver inside.
“Rick Pierce.” When he clasped her hand, a flood of heat rushed through her. His hand was much larger than hers and his grip had a natural power to it. In his eyes was a confidence that for a moment made her wonder if he was a man who could control her and that she would actually permit to control her.
Of course not. No man would.
“Leslie,” she said as she looked up at the tall man as he released her hand. “Leslie Adams.”
He wasn’t wearing a circle pin, which would ID him as a submissive from KC, but she could teach him the ropes. Literally. She had a thing for luring in men who had never experienced BDSM. As for this SEAL, she’d heard Navy men knew how to tie all kinds of knots but that didn’t mean he could get out of hers. She planned to see.
“I saw you in the auction program.” She cocked her head. “How did a Navy boy like you end up being auctioned off for charity?”
“My sister is on the committee.” He had an almost boyish expression, as if a little embarrassed to be up for bid. “She asked me to help out and I’ve never been able to refuse my little sister.”
A server stopped with a tray of glasses filled with bubbly. “Would you like a glass of wine?” he asked.
“Yes.” She accepted a glass from him that he picked up from the tray. “Thank you.”
He touched his own glass to hers. “To new friends.”
She took a sip then lowered her glass and smiled. “I know many of those on the board,” she said. “Which one is your sister?”
He lowered his glass. “Jessica Pierce.”
“Ah.” Leslie nodded. “With the dark hair and tawny-gold eyes, I should have guessed.”
“That would be us.” Rick shook his head. “Jess and I take after our father. My brother, Mark, is blond-haired and blue-eyed like our mother.”
“How many siblings do you have?” Leslie asked.
“Just the two,” he said. “Little sister, big brother.”
“Hard to imagine you having a ‘big’ brother.” She let her gaze drift over his easily six-four frame.
“Mark and I are the same height and build, but he’ll always be my big brother.” He raised his glass in a gesture that meant it was time for her to answer some questions. “
What about you? Any brothers or sisters?”
She took a sip of wine before answering his question. “I’m an only child.”
“You were lonely growing up.” He stated the words in a way that made her feel like he’d just seen straight through to her soul, as impossible as that was.
It was as if he had seen the layers of loneliness, hurt, and pain that had accompanied her childhood. It was good she didn’t have any brothers and sisters to go through what she had. At least the cold indifference of her parents hadn’t gone any farther than her.
She shrugged off his statement. “You don’t miss what you have never had. Besides, who needs siblings when you have a bevy of nannies at hand?”
He looked at her for a long moment. “I apologize for bringing up something that bothers you.”
She took another sip of wine “It doesn’t.”
He continued to study her. It wasn’t unnerving, it was almost comfortable being under his scrutiny.
“Are you currently on shore leave or whatever they call it?” she asked.
“I’m an instructor in the physical education department now,” he said, “at the Naval Academy.”
“Ah.” Leslie nodded. “In Annapolis.”
“That’s the place.” He set his wine glass on a tray on a stand beside the table of cheeses and fruits for the wine tasting. “You know what I do for a living,” he said. “Tell me about your choice in careers.”
She laughed. “I sort of fell into it but it has become a passion. I own a modeling agency with my partner, Raul.”
“Now that’s an interesting career,” he said.
“Sure, if you don’t mind putting up with egos and demanding and emotionally charged young men and women,” she said.
He nodded. “Tell me, Leslie, what are you looking for tonight?”
She didn’t miss a beat. “A strong man.”
The corner of his mouth quirked into a smile. “Is that your criteria?”
It was her turn to study him. “I love strong men who challenge me. Most men can’t handle me.”
He looked at her with some amusement on his features. “Apparently you just haven’t found the right man.”
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