Playing Rough: 3 Hot Tales of Sensual Submission

by Jaymie Holland

  Playing Rough:

  Three Hot Tales of Sensual Submission

  Jaymie Holland

  Copyright 2011 Jaymie Holland

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  Roughing It

  When Kayla Knoll breaks down in the mountains between Denver and San Francisco, she never expects to be rescued by someone like the sexy Tate Branson. When she finds out she’s stuck without a car for the weekend, thanks to a mechanic who has left the small town for a couple of days, she takes Tate up on his offer to join him camping.

  Tate Branson didn’t know what he was getting himself into when he picks Kayla up on the side of the road and then extending an invitation to her. She is a beautiful woman—who has a thing for tying up strong, powerful men.

  Tate turns the tables on Kayla and she becomes the one in bonds and he’s the one with the control.

  Push

  Rachelle Derry has secret fantasies that no one knows about until she meets Chase. She tells him how fascinated she is in kink from all of the books she’s read. She wants to try it and she wants Chase to be the man who takes control.

  Chase McAllister has a hard time holding Rachelle back. As much as he loves kink, he doesn’t want to rush into anything. He wants to get to know her better and to allow her to trust him. Because BDSM and the trust that is required, often creates strong emotional attachment.

  When Chase finally makes her fantasies come true, “playing” is better than she ever imagined. While she’s having fun, he wants to play for keeps.

  The Boss

  Tanya James has been in love with and in lust with her boss from the moment he started the company, just three months ago. As his executive assistant she is privy to a lot of personal information. What she doesn’t expect to see are bondage pictures on his computer. Bound women in different positions, women submitting to men. It surprises her how much it turns her on and how much more she wants her boss, and she wants him to do what is being done to the women in the pictures.

  Austin Graham has to hold himself back from showing his assistant how much he wants her. No employee relationships are allowed in the company or he could lose his job. That doesn’t stop him from wanting, desiring, and fantasizing about the lovely Tanya.

  One night that all goes to hell when Austin and Tanya meet at a bar. Their game of true confessions goes a little too far and she ends up going home with him, giving a whole ’nother meaning to boss and assistant relationship.

  Tanya learns all about what it’s like for a man to take control of her, to submit to him in every way. And when the sun comes up, she wants it to never end.

  Also by Jaymie Holland

  Taboo Series

  Taking it Home

  Losing Control

  Alluring Stranger

  Taboo Desires: 3 Tales of Lust and Passion

  Playing Rough: 3 Stories of Sensual Submission

  Paranormal Novels

  The Touch

  Come to Me

  Roughing It

  Chapter 1

  “Dammit.” Kayla glared at her Mustang as plumes of steam rose from the radiator like rolling San Francisco fog. “Mustangs aren’t supposed to break down. Ever.”

  She put her hands on her hips and looked around. “Trees, trees, and more trees. And look over there—more trees.”

  This back way from Denver to San Francisco was a beautiful one. But taking a wrong turn and then breaking down in the middle of nowhere…not cool. She looked at her cell phone again. No reception, not even one bar. She could be stranded here for who knows how long.

  A cool breeze caught her shoulder-length hair, whipping it around her face and she pushed it behind her ears. She leaned up against the car, arms folded, and looked one way down the deserted road and then the other.

  All she heard was the sound of the wind in the trees which always made her feel like water was close. Something about it sounded like a fast-moving river. She rubbed her arms with her hands and looked into the forest. She didn’t have any camping gear. She did have water and granola bars.

  She opened the driver’s side door, reached in and grabbed her road map then spread it out on the roof of the car and held it so that she could see it. She traced her finger along the route she had taken. The last town she had passed was fifty plus miles behind her. The next one was twenty-eight miles ahead. If someone didn’t stop, she was in for a long walk. She hated the thought of leaving her car, and who knew what could happen to a woman alone in the forest.

  After tossing the folded map onto the passenger seat, she popped the hood so that she could raise it. Eventually somebody would be passing by, right?

  Two hours later, Kayla was banging her head against the roof of the car. The sun was now on the downward side of noon and she didn’t know what she was going to do. Sleeping in her car was the only option she had if someone didn’t come before dark.

  While she had waited for salvation, three deer had crossed the road, a squirrel had bombarded her with pine cones, and blue jays had been chattering for what seemed like forever.

  She had never frightened easily, but a bear wandering out of the woods to investigate her and her car was a possibility she didn’t want to face.

  Kayla felt the small canister of Mace in the pocket of her jean shorts. Would Macing a bear only piss him off? Probably. Better to save it for other predators and just hide in her car if a bear happened to come along.

  Something caught her attention and she went still. It was a low rumble, like the sound of an engine. She straightened and looked to her right where it was coming from. It grew louder and her heart beat faster.

  She slipped the Mace can out of her pocket and held her hand in a way that it couldn’t be seen as she stepped around to the front of the car. A sport truck rounded a bend. Relief combined with trepidation made her hesitant and she gripped the canister tighter. One never knew if a crazy would be the one who came by.

  The vehicle came to a rolling stop. The reflection on the driver’s side window made it impossible to see who was inside.

  The window came down and Kayla saw gorgeous brown eyes focused on her by one of the sexiest-looking men she had ever met. He had brown hair and a genuine smile that quirked at the corner.

  “Would you like me to take a look at your car?” he asked. “Unless the hood is up to catch unwary travelers like me.”

  He was teasing her and she couldn’t help but come right back at him. “I’ve got a grizzly hiding out in the trees and a squirrel with a dead on aim just waiting for you to get out of your car.”

  The man looked amused then pulled forward and parked alongside the road directly in front of her. For a horrible moment she had thought he was leaving.

  He climbed out of his truck and walked toward her. He had an easy gait and a body built for athletics. He wore a T-shirt, shorts, and hiking boots, and she noticed camping gear tied down in the back of his sport truck.

  Even though he was hot and sexy with a friendly smile, she gripped the Mace can tighter.

  “I’m Tate.” He reached out his hand.

  She paused for a moment then switched the Mace can to her left and took his hand. It was warm and he had a firm grip.

  He glanced at
her left hand as he released her and he grinned. “Smart girl. Unless you plan on using that to disable me and take off with my Tahoe.”

  “Now there’s a thought,” she said and returned his smile.

  “Nice Mustang.” He looked at the red car with approval. “Do you know what the problem is?”

  She gave a sigh of frustration. “No. I never was interested in mechanical stuff. I always let my father and brothers have fun with that.”

  He braced his hands on the car as he looked under the hood then he glanced over his shoulder. “Your car has cooled. You must have been here a while.”

  “A couple of hours.” She glanced around her. “Just the squirrels, blue jays, and a few butterflies to keep me company.”

  Tate looked under the hood for a while then returned his gaze to her. “It’s nothing obvious that I can see. I think it’ll take a mechanic.”

  Kayla groaned. “Where am I going to find one of those?”

  “If you want a ride I’ll take you to town.” He jerked his thumb in the direction she had been heading.

  She glanced at her Mustang then back at Tate. “All right.” She started toward her car. “I just need to lock up and grab my purse.”

  When she was ready, she climbed into his Tahoe and buckled up. She still had her can of Mace, but she felt at ease with him and didn’t think she would need it.

  “Where are you coming from?” He glanced at her once they were on their way then returned his attention to the road. “And where are you headed?”

  “I’m from Denver,” she said. “I have two months between jobs and I thought it would be fun to drive all over this country.” She relaxed against the seatback. “I’m on my way to San Francisco to drop in on my sister and see how she likes the surprise. Then it’s on to wherever.

  “What about you?” she went on. “Do you live around here?”

  He grinned. It was friendly and a little boyish. “Nah. It might be nice to live out in the middle of nowhere, but I prefer to live closer to civilization. I’m from Denver, too.” he said.

  “So, what were you doing going this way instead of a main route?” He looked intrigued more than anything as he continued. “There’s a much easier way to get to San Francisco.”

  “I like back roads, scenic drives.” She shrugged. “I just took a wrong turn I guess.”

  “Well, there are other scenic routes that are easier,” he said. “I think you wanted to take the turn a mile earlier. You’ll get scenic this way, all right.” He guided the car down the road. “But it’s not safe for a woman traveling alone.” He glanced at her. “A lot can happen in isolated places.”

  “What brings you out here?” She gestured to the forest speeding by.

  “I played a lot of rugby and I like to stay in shape. I come up here and bike and run. The altitude kicks my ass, but it’s a good thing.” He drove with a hand on the one o’clock position on the steering wheel and the other at six. “Had a buddy who was planning to train with me but he shattered his leg rock climbing.”

  “Rugby is crazy.” She took in his rugged good looks. “You can’t be a wimp to play that.”

  “I’ve had my share of bumps, bruises and even a broken rib,” he said. “But I love the game.”

  Nothing like a good looking tough guy, she thought. My favorite type.

  She cocked her head. “So you decided to come out alone?”

  “Yep,” he said. “I made sure a couple of people know where I’ve gone and I’m here on my own. Had to get out of town.

  “So tell me,” he said as he continued, “What’s your name? You never did give it to me.”

  “Oh.” She shifted in her seat. “Kayla.”

  He slowed the truck down as they rounded a bend in the road. “Pretty name. I like it.”

  They talked easily and non-stop during the twenty-eight mile drive to the small town, Tate stopped at a gas station and pulled up to an older gas pump then killed the engine. A man who looked to be about in his sixties came out of a garage next to the gas station.

  Kayla left her purse in the truck and climbed out at the same time Tate did. They both met up with the man.

  “Cash or credit?” the man said.

  “Cash.” Tate held out his hand and the man shook it. “We’re also looking for a mechanic.” Tate inclined his head toward Kayla. “Her Mustang broke down close to thirty miles back.”

  “I’m Jake.” The man held out his hand to Kayla and she took it. “What’s the problem?”

  Kayla looked to Tate who proceeded to tell Jacob what wasn’t wrong with the vehicle to narrow it down. “It’s going to take someone with a little more knowledge than I have to get in there and figure out what the problem is,” Tate said.

  Jake took off his hat and ran his finger through his graying hair. “Dusty, our mechanic, is out of town for the weekend. He’ll be back Monday morning.” As Jake spoke, Kayla felt her stomach drop. “I’d be glad to help you, but from what this young man tells me, it sounds like you need Dusty to take care of it.”

  “That’s two days away.” A feeling of helplessness overcame her, but then she pushed it away. She didn’t like that feeling and she wasn’t going to wallow in it. “I don’t suppose there’s a motel in this town?”

  The older man jerked his thumb down the road. “If there’s a room, you can stay at the Blue Moon.”

  “Thank God.” She felt a rush of relief. “I didn’t think there would be anything in a town this small.”

  Kayla arranged to have the car towed to the garage and thanked Jake. Tate gassed up his Tahoe then took her to the motel.

  When she learned there was no room at the Blue Moon, she thought about banging her head against the wall this time.

  “I have enough food for two for a week’s outing and plenty of room,” Tate said as they walked out the glass door. “You’re welcome to camp with me.”

  She glanced at him and considered her options. Sleeping in her car, parked outside a garage in a strange town or camping out with a guy she just met.

  “It’s getting late in the day.” Tate rested his arm on the back of his truck when they reached the vehicle. “Need to get camp set up before it gets dark.”

  She studied him. As well as sexy and good looking, he was a genuinely nice guy. She had pretty good radar for jerks and assholes and he definitely wasn’t either of those.

  “Oh, come on.” He leaned against the truck and shoved both hands into his pockets. “You sound adventurous and you have all kinds of time. Your sister isn’t even expecting you. Two months you said. What is a couple of days?” He smiled. “If you’re wondering about me, I am as safe as can be.”

  “Well, maybe I’m not,” she said laughing. “Have you considered that?”

  “You, dangerous? Yeah, right”. He pushed away from the truck. “So what do you say?”

  “I’ve always been a bit of a free spirit...” She tilted her head. “Why not? Where are we going?”

  He gave a quick, friendly grin. “Back in the direction where you broke down. I was coming into town to gas up and get a few items at the store. We can get some of your things out of your car before it’s towed.”

  Tate and Kayla went to the general store and grabbed a few more supplies that would be needed. They bought more food, a bottle of wine, marshmallows, kitchen matches, and rope. She wondered what the rope was for. She could certainly think of a thing or two.to do with it.

  Would like the ways she preferred to use rope?

  It wasn’t long before they were on the road and met up with Jake as he was about to haul off the Mustang on the back of the bed of a tow truck. With Jake’s help she retrieved a few things from the back of her car, including a jacket, and she and Tate parted ways with the man.

  As they headed off, the sun low in the sky, Kayla wondered, not for the first time, what in the hell she was doing heading into the woods with a stranger.

  Chapter 2

  While Kayla helped Tate set up, she found herself enjoying his co
mpany. He was smart, funny, and friendly. The fact that he was totally hot was a bonus. He had high energy and she was glad she was fit and able to keep up.

  As they finished setting up the tent, he said, “You seem to know your way around a camp. You’re pretty handy.”

  She smiled. “I grew up with a father and brothers who liked to camp, hunt, and fish. I loved the camping and fishing part. Never could get into hunting.”

  He hammered the last stake into the ground with a flat rock. “How many brothers and sisters do you have?”

  “Two older brothers, two younger sisters.” Kayla brushed dirt off her hands. “I was a tomboy and loved to follow my brothers around. My mother and my sisters were, and still are, girly. They never got into the outdoor activities with my father and brothers like I did.” She followed him to the truck. “What about you?”

  “One sister.” Tate pulled a tarp out of the truck. “She lives in Denver with her husband and their twins, my niece and nephew. Like your sisters, Kate doesn’t get in into roughing it.”

  He drew out some rope and set it on the tailgate, then brought out a couple of metal poles. “I need to make a lean-to that we can use to put stuff.”

  “I’ll do it.” She wiped her hands on her jean shorts as she walked toward him.

  “Sure.” He handed her the rope and they raised the tarp and he held one of the poles so that she could tie the tarp to it.

  As he watched her, he said, “Wow, look at those knots. You’re pretty good that way.”

  She laughed. “You have no idea.”

  He gave her a quirky grin. “You sound pretty cocky.”

  “I’m confident I know how to use rope,” she said. “What I tied down is not coming loose.”