“Talk about an extended vacation.” She laughed. “Every time you told me about the weather in California, I went through a fit of jealousy.”
They came to a stop at the desk. “You don’t strike me as the jealous type.”
“When it comes to men and most things, I’m not. I don’t have time or reason to be.” She looked out the windows at the gorgeous views. “But this…” She raised her arms to encompass the view. “Who wouldn’t be envious?”
The woman behind the registration desk asked their names in heavily accented English. Rick responded in fluent Spanish, the words rolling off of his tongue as if he was born to the language. Leslie knew the language marginally well, but in no way did she speak it as well as he did. She enjoyed listening to him. He had a beyond sexy voice that she could listen to for hours—and had during their phone and Skype conversations.
When he finished talking with the woman, she gave him two key cards and instructed them on where there rooms were located.
“They gave us a connecting suite,” he said as he easily carried his and her luggage to their rooms.
“I understand Spanish, but do not speak it very well,” Leslie said. “How did you become so fluent?”
He shrugged. “I grew up in San Diego which isn’t far from the Mexican border and I took classes in high school. Most I learned in the service, though.”
The charity provided separate rooms for the winners in the various resorts that were included with each auction. Leslie planned on only one room getting any use on their stay. His. Or hers. Whichever came first.
The suite was gorgeous, the sitting room also having floor to ceiling windows. “It’s magnificent,” she said as she moved to stand beside the window after dropping her purse, tote, and hat onto the couch.
She heard the thump of the suitcases as he set them on the floor and then felt his presence as he moved up behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders and started massaging them as they looked out the window at the sparkling sea.
“Geez, what do you have in those suit cases?” He laughed. “You wearing a suit of iron on the trip?”
“No, but you might be,” she said.
She leaned back against him, feeling as if they had done this a thousand times. “It’s simply amazing.” Even though she had been around the world, she always felt some kind of awe when in the presence of some of nature’s wonders.
She turned just enough to look up at him. “What’s first?”
“So you aren’t throwing me into bed right away?” he asked.
“There is plenty of time for that.” She laughed.
“Let’s head out for dinner then.” He smiled down at her. “I’m starving.”
The walk down the beach to Restaurant Row on the marina was fun and they found a restaurant with a thriving atmosphere. An energy spread through the city signifying it was Friday night and time to seriously party.
It was early enough in the evening that they didn’t have to wait to be seated. Apparently all meals were cooked tableside in the restaurant. It was an amazing thing to watch and the food tasted fantastic.
She and Rick never seemed to run out of things to talk about which she found invigorating. He was someone who could keep up with her intellectually.
How would he match up with her sexually? That was something she intended to find out and soon. She liked that he was adventurous and open to some fun games, but for her it was more than a game. She simply loved control. Whether he could or wanted to handle her would soon be found out.
All in good time…
Partying on the marina was really getting into gear by the time she drained her second mojito. They left the restaurant then stopped at a nightclub and listened to the live band. She learned that Rick was a great dancer the moment he escorted her out on the floor.
The night was still young when she took his hand and led him outside. “Let’s go for a walk.” She slipped off her shoes and carried them as they headed toward the water. Moonlight glittered on the sea, the silvery moon seeming close enough to touch.
The air smelled fresh and clean and cooled her skin. She had read that the temperatures in the desert dropped at night and she found herself rubbing her arms with her hands to chase away the chill.
He draped his arm around her shoulders and pressed her close to his big body and his heat warmed her. She rested her head on his shoulder as they walked along the beach, the wet sand cool beneath her feet.
“I’m having an incredible time already.” She gave a happy sigh. “And the trip has only just begun.”
“It’s a lot of fun to be here with you, Leslie.” He squeezed her to him. “Considering you own me for the weekend, what do you have in store?”
She raised her head and looked up at him and gave him a teasing look. “You have no idea, sailor. But you are all mine to do with as I choose.”
He held his free hand to his chest. “Be gentle with me.” She saw him wink in the moonlight and it made her smile.
“You may have gone through hell with your SEAL training,” she said. “But you’ve never dealt with the likes of me.”
“You keep talking like that and I might have to hire a bodyguard.” He stopped and brought her into his arms and stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.
“Now you’re not afraid of little ole me are you, Rick?”
“Let’s just say I am looking forward to you proving it,” he said.
Chapter 4
Leslie felt a thrill low in her belly as Rick took her hand and they walked back to the resort. Her nipples tightened beneath her blouse and she bit the inside of her cheek. She’d never had such an immediate reaction like this, before she’d even started to play with a man. At least not for as long as she could remember.
Sexual tension hummed between them all the way back to their suite. When the door to the suite closed, Rick brought her into his arms and pressed her up tight against him. He brushed his lips across hers before settling in for an amazing kiss. A passionate, earth shattering, primal kiss that rocked her to her toes.
She loved his taste and his scent that filled her until she was almost intoxicated with it. His body felt warm and hard against hers.
He drew away and his gaze held hers. “You might have paid for me,” he murmured, “But I claim you, Leslie.”
Excitement tingled beneath her skin as he moved his palms over her body.
She smiled and took his hands in hers, drawing him in the direction of her bedroom, on one side of the suite. He smiled back at her, a look so sexy that she couldn’t help herself from stopping and kissing him again before continuing on into the bedroom.
When they reached the bed she lightly pushed him so that he sat on the edge of the mattress. She kicked off her sandals and climbed onto his lap, and her skirt hiked up to her hips as she straddled him.
He cupped the back of her head and kissed her again, a kiss of passion and intensity. He moved his hands down to her ass and rubbed it through her panties, and she found herself whimpering from the need to have him. And then he slowly moved so that he was on his back and she was on top of him. Then he rolled, causing her to gasp in surprise and she found herself beneath him.
“I think I’m dizzy now.” She laughed and tried to tickle him into letting her back on top.
“Not ticklish.” He grinned down at her and then he laughed when she tried pinching him. His body was so muscular, so hard, that she had a hard time finding a good spot. “I bet you’re ticklish.” He captured both of her wrists in one of his hands and pinned them above her head. He held her down with his body weight and she couldn’t move. She tried to wiggle out of his hold and then he started tickling her with his free hand.
“Nooooo.” She giggled and squirmed to get away from his fingers that were finding all of her most sensitive spots. She couldn’t stop laughing even as she begged him to stop. “Please let me go. I promise I won’t try pinching you again.”
He lowered his head and kissed her. She sighed from
the sheer pleasure he was giving her. She went from giggling to moaning, wanting him, needing him.
When he raised his head, he smiled down at her. “What’s this tying up that gets you so excited?”
She had a hard time catching her breath enough to talk. “I love it,” she said when her breathing returned to normal. “I told you how it excites me to have someone big and strong let me take control.”
He looked both intrigued and amused. “So you would like to tie me up.”
“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.
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