The Auction Box Set

by Jaymie Holland

  She faced him then walked toward him. “Let me take those before you drop them.” She almost grinned at the distracted look on his expression. From the sound of it, he definitely loved the way she looked.

  “Oh.” He looked at her again and handed her the colorful bouquet that he was holding. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to keep my mind on anything but you.” He shook his head. “Not that I’ve been able to stop thinking about you at all.”

  Something in the way he said the words made her feel almost shy. “I want to put these in water.” She turned away from him and headed for the kitchen and felt the burn of his gaze on her backside.

  When they reached the kitchen she set the bouquet on the counter and heard the thump of the bottle of the wine as he set it down. She turned to look at him and he brought her into his arms and kissed her.

  She gave a soft moan from the exquisiteness of his kiss and the way it made her feel deep inside. The way he kissed nearly curled her toes. He moved his palms up and down the smooth latex covering her body and his hands seemed to burn through the latex to her skin.

  He drew his head back and smiled down at her. “No matter what you’re in, you look amazing.” He stepped back enough to take a look at her up and down. “How hard is this to get out of?”

  She laughed. “If you’re worried about access, don’t. Special zippers and Velcro are in strategic places.”

  With a grin he kissed her again. “I’ve always been good at special missions.”

  While she put the flowers in water, he uncorked the bottle of chardonnay and poured a glass for each of them.

  “That will go perfectly with dinner.” She opened one of the paper bags filled with Thai food.

  “Smells terrific.” He peeked into the second bag then moved his gaze over her, taking her in from her head to her polished toenails. “My stomach is growling, but I still think I’ll have a hard time doing anything but look at you.”

  The table was set for two and all they had to do was carry out the food containers and sit down and eat.

  While they enjoyed their dinner, she teased him by leaning down to tug on one of her high heels, moving so that he got a good view of her cleavage. While they ate she did her best to find ways to taunt him sexually, wanting to make him as hot as she was. She touched his hands whenever possible and brushed her knees against his.

  In turn he ran his fingers along her arm and placed his hand on her thigh, close to her mound.

  He cleared his throat. “So what kind of mission am I going on tonight?”

  “A top secret mission.” She whispered the words as if someone might hear.

  His expression heated her through. “My favorite,” he said.

  “It involves going into dangerous places.” She gave him her most serious look. “Places you might not make it out of.”

  He smiled. “I’m up to the challenge.”

  She leaned back in her chair. “I’ll bet you are.”

  After they cleaned up and she tossed empty food containers, Rick left the room. She put the vase with the bouquet of flowers on the table then left the kitchen for the living room.

  Just as she walked through the door from the kitchen he grabbed her, startling her into crying out. She was standing one moment and the next she was on her back with him on top of her, straddling her, her arms pinned over her head.

  He started tickling her and she broke out into giggles as she tried to get away from his hands. She laughed so hard that she could barely catch her breath when he finally stopped.

  “So much for my dominance over you,” she said between breaths.

  He kissed her and she sighed into his mouth. The man was the most amazing kisser. When he raised his head he smiled as he looked down at her. “What’s our mission tonight?”

  “If you’ll let me up,” she said, “we’ll deploy.”

  “I’m well trained and ready for anything.” He gave her a quick grin and helped her to her feet. She took his hand and led him up the staircase.

  “You have an incredible home.” He looked around him with interest. “This place must have been here since colonial times.”

  “It has.” She nodded. “My family tree is deep in New England and has roots as far back as the Mayflower.”

  “It’s impressive.” He looked down at her shoes. “How do you manage these stairs with those heels?”

  “Practice,” she said.

  He made a sound of approval “They’re so damned hot on you.”

  They reached the second floor and she tugged his hand. “This way.”

  She led him down a hallway, past her suite of rooms, to a locked room at the end of the hallway. She let go of his hand and reached into her cleavage that was held up with the latex corset, and pulled out a large brass key.

  “I think you’ll enjoy this,” she said as she looked over her shoulder.

  He raised an eyebrow, definitely intrigued.

  When she let the door swing open, she followed his gaze around the room while he took in her various toys and unusual bondage furniture.

  “Wow. Nice surprise.” He looked at her. “You’re really into it. Where did you get all of this?”

  “I wouldn’t have invested in all of this. I have it because a good friend gave some pieces to me.” She gestured to one side of the room. “That cage, the St. Andrews cross, the bondage chair, and the stocks next to it. He bought them and did a room up to surprise his wife for her birthday. The day before the occasion, she told him she was leaving him for another man. He just couldn’t stand seeing it so he gave it to me. I know the cage might seem a little too far, but if nothing else it adds to the ambience. Actually, the sight of a naked man tethered in a cage would be nice foreplay to me.”

  “It all looks brand new.” He looked away from the toys to her. “Have you use most of it?”

  She shook her head. “Haven’t found the right sub.”

  “Or man to use it on you.” He walked over to a sex swing and pushed it. As it swung back and forth he looked over his shoulder. “We are definitely using this.”

  With a laugh she stepped into his arms. “Oh, yeah?”

  “Yeah.” He lowered his head and kissed her.

  The feelings that rolled through her shocked her. This guy was changing the way she felt about bondage and domination. He was transforming her. He made her feel safe, secure, maybe even loved.

  She no longer wanted to control him… She wanted him to control her.

  The feelings she had were all so different. She was a dominant woman and she just didn’t turn over control, total control, to any man. But she didn’t feel dominant around Rick. Not at all. All the equipment in the room was for her to use on a man she would discard when he couldn’t handle her or wanted to get closer emotionally. Now she wanted it used on her. Used on her by Rick.

  The experience in Mexico had changed her, too. She had never felt so protected as she did with Rick.

  A part of her thought about telling him but she knew it was too soon to start talking about things like that. She wasn’t even sure why she felt this way, much less what to do about it.

  “What do you have planned for me?” He rubbed his hands up and down her upper arms.

  She bit her lower lip before she spoke. “Something changed and it doesn’t feel right to top you.”

  “Good.” He cupped her face in his hands. “Because it feels right for me to take control of you. I love it. And I know that you do, too.”

  She nodded, feeling strangely exhilarated as she looked up at him.

  “I have a lot of goodies here, and then some.” She gestured at the short but wide cabinet where she kept a lot of her toys. She had some things on the surface and others in the drawers and toys hanging from the insides of the open doors.

  “Perfect.” He took her by the arm. “Come on.”

  She followed him to the cabinet, excitement stirring in her belly like a hundred butterflies. He rummaged in the drawers and pulled out the red ball gag then
pushed it into her mouth and buckled it behind her head.

  The way he was taking control made the butterflies in her belly go crazy.

  Next he pulled out a fur-lined pair of leather cuffs, and a metal clip. He moved behind her and brought her wrists back and secured the cuffs then clipped them together.

  He ran his palms up and down her latex-covered body as he came around to face her. “Now to search for those strategically placed zippers and Velcro.” He palmed her breasts and found the latex cups that were attached with Velcro. He tore them off and tossed them aside, leaving cutouts around her breasts.

  “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.

  Chapter 8

  “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.