Playing Rough: 3 Hot Tales of Sensual Submission

by Jaymie Holland

  “True confessions,” he said. “I actually had a girlfriend tell me that same thing when we were playing around. She made a bet with me that I couldn’t get out. She lost.”

  “Well, if you ever made a bet with me, you would lose,” Kayla said. “I’m good at it.”

  “Oh, you think so?” he said.

  She finished tying the last knot on the lean-to. “I know so.”

  “What’s the bet?” He gave her an amused look.

  She knew her expression was cocky but she knew she would win. “I don’t need a bet. I can do it for sport and watch you squirm.”

  He laughed. “Okay. But if I get out, what do I get?”

  She had no doubt he wouldn’t be collecting the reward because he wasn’t going to win. “If you win,” she said, “I’ll buy dinner at the most expensive restaurant in Denver. But you’ll lose, so you get to buy.”

  “Deal.” He held his hand out and she took it.

  “Deal,” she replied. “But let’s do it tomorrow when we have more time. We still have a lot to do to set up camp.”

  “Stalling?” he said.

  With another laugh she said, “You’re going to be sorry you made the bet.”

  He just shook his head and then they collected firewood and cleared a large area of brush before digging a small pit and circling it with large stones. They built a modest fire just as it was getting dark.

  When they kicked back in a couple of camping chairs, she watched him place a couple of baking potatoes in foil and put in the coals along with two cored out onions wrapped in foil with butter in the center. After cooking for a while, he put on a big steak that they would split. The delicious smell made her stomach rumble. When they finally ate, the dinner was amazing.

  He sat close to her as they ate and they drank wine out of plastic cups. She realized she was completely comfortable around him, not to mention extremely attracted. She felt electrical sensation around him, as high energy as he was. She was certain he was just as attracted to her. She was pretty good at reading guys.

  And she so could not wait to tie him up. One of her favorite things was to tie up big, strong men, and Tate qualified for that role.

  Firelight illuminated their campsite with an orange glow, the forest dark and brooding where the light didn’t reach. The air had already chilled, but the fire gave off enough heat to ward off most of the cold.

  The light danced across his features as she looked at him. He was hot and sexy and despite the fact that he was a stranger, she wanted him.

  They talked for hours as they ate, then they roasted marshmallows and made s’mores. The chocolate melted on the graham crackers, the marshmallows sticky enough to keep it all together.

  When they finished the last of the s’mores, she licked each of her fingers as she looked up at the sky. “Beautiful,” she said. “You sure don’t get a night sky like this in the city.”

  “Nope.” He glanced at the sky. “Sure don’t.”

  He got up from his camping chair, grabbed a towel and wet it from the ten-gallon water cooler that he had moved onto the tailgate. He handed the towel to her to wipe off the last of the stickiness then cleaned his own hands.

  As he started searching through gear the back of the truck, he frowned. “I only have one sleeping bag but I found a blanket. Not a lot of good that blanket will do us.”

  She walked up to him and rubbed her arms with her hands to warm herself a little from the chill.

  “So a ploy to lure me into the sleeping bag with you.” She gave him a teasing look as she took the blanket from him.

  “Sorry,” he said. “I wasn’t planning on company. Not to say I don’t like it.”

  She glanced at the tent that looked small but was fairly roomy inside. “I suppose we can push those two air mattresses together that we aired up earlier. Then we can put the blanket down and share it with the sleeping bag over us.”

  “Sure you’re okay with that?” he asked.

  She raised an eyebrow. “Where would you sleep otherwise?”

  He glanced toward his truck and back to her. “In the cab.”

  “This will be fine.” She started toward the tent with the blanket then glanced over her shoulder. “Unless you’re afraid of what I might do to you.”

  Still holding the sleeping bag, he shook his head and grinned, and followed her to the tent and they tossed the blanket and sleeping bag inside before going back to the fire to put it out.

  When they covered the fire with dirt and had made sure all of the coals were dead, they returned to the tent. Both of them were quiet as they walked, thick tension between them, and she felt a nervous flutter in her stomach. He grabbed a couple of flashlights and the light bobbed along the ground and onto the trees as they went.

  The tension was sexual and she knew she wanted him and bad, and she was certain he felt like she did. It had been in the way he looked at her, in the tone of his voice, in the way that he would brush up against her.

  Her heart rate picked up a bit as she scooted into the tent. He waited outside for her to push the two twin-sized air mattresses together and then she laid the blanket over them. She grabbed the sleeping bag and rolled it out, over the blanket.

  What clothing she had grabbed from the car was in a bag in one corner of the tent.

  “Hold on,” she said as she rummaged through the bag for a nightgown. She ran across a pair of stockings and shook her head. What was she going to use those for in the middle of nowhere?

  Cold air chilled her skin and she hurried to ditch the clothing she was wearing and pull on the nightgown she had brought with her—it wasn’t very substantial because she hadn’t planned on roughing it. She shivered as she climbed under the sleeping bag and set her flashlight on her side of the bed and clicked it off.

  “It’s safe to come in,” she called out as she waited to get warm beneath the sleeping bag.

  He crawled into the tent and zipped the door flap behind him. The glow from his flashlight caused shadows on his face and darkened his eyes.

  She pretended not to watch as he stripped out of his clothing, leaving only his boxer briefs. His body was even more beautiful when it was bare. All of that firm and toned muscle, broad shoulders and the flex of muscle in his back. His ass was tight beneath his boxer briefs and his powerful thighs looked like they certainly did belong to a rugby player.

  His gaze met hers as he slid under the sleeping bag then he turned off his flashlight, dousing the tent in darkness save for the small amount of moonlight that came through.

  “Alone at last,” she said in a teasing voice.

  “Not that we haven’t been alone all night.” His voice was so sexy it sent a thrill to her belly.

  His features were starting to become a little more visible as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. She shivered from the cold that seemed to be more than the sleeping bag could protect them from.

  “It’s cold,” she said. “Think we should share some body heat?”

  “Sure.” He moved closer and she snuggled up against him as he wrapped his arms around her. His masculine scent, the heat of his body, the feel of his skin and taut muscle against her softer body was enough to set her libido on fire. Even more than it already was.

  She tilted her chin up and he bumped his jaw on the top of her head as she looked at him. “I don’t do one night stands.”

  “Neither do I,” he said.

  Their lips met as they reached for each other. His kiss was tentative at first but then it grew in intensity, becoming harder, fiercer. She slid her knee between his legs and hooked one leg over his hip as they kissed, trying to get closer to him. As her body snugged against his she felt his erection against her belly. It felt thick and hard and she ground herself against him and felt heat down below.

  He grabbed her upper thigh and pulled her even closer to him as he kissed her and pumped his hips against hers as if he was taking her. She ran one of her hands over his powerful shoulder, down to his muscular chest and down
to his hip. She dug her fingers into his tight ass.

  Tate drew away and nuzzled her ear. “This is one way to get warm.”

  She pushed at his shoulder and he rolled onto his back, following her motion. She climbed on top and straddled him, his cock rubbing between her thighs as she moved along it. The movement only made her want more.

  “Kayla.” He sounded almost in pain. “Do you know what you’re doing? You’re bringing me dangerously close to fucking you.”

  “No.” She pushed his shoulders down with her palms and he didn’t try to fight her. “I’m going to fuck you.”

  His breathing grew heavier. “I don’t have a condom. I need to get into my bag.”

  “That’s all right.” She leaned over and grabbed the one she had taken out when she had slipped on her nightgown. “I do.”

  “You planned on attacking me all along.” There was amusement in his tone mixed with lust.

  “Yes.” She rose up and let the sleeping bag fall from her shoulders then pulled her nightgown over her head and tossed it beside their bed.

  “Beautiful.” He reached for her breasts and she moaned as he rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

  She moved away from his touch and scooted down his hips just far enough to pull down his boxer briefs and grasp his erection. It was big and thick. She wiggled a little farther so that she could slide her mouth over it. A purring sound rose up in her as she licked him and sucked him.

  He hissed out his breath as she moved her hand in time with the bob of her head. She took her time and felt him grow tense as if close to coming.

  She let him slip out of her mouth and then she eased up so that she was looking down at him. His features were faint in the darkness, but she thought she saw a pained expression on his face as she rubbed herself on his cock.

  He reached for her breasts and played with her nipples and she squirmed with need. He sucked them and licked them, sending erotic sensations throughout her.

  She moved her mouth to his and kissed him. The kiss was deep and wonderful. She loved his taste, the firmness of his lips, the way he used his tongue and his teeth.

  When she couldn’t wait any longer, she rolled the condom on his cock after tearing the package open and tossing it aside.

  Then she rose up and grabbed his erection. She used her free hand to pull her panties aside and then she placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her core.

  She slammed herself down on him and cried out as his cock entered her thick and hard. He groaned as she started to ride him, his cock moving in and out of her pussy at a hard and fast pace.

  He palmed her breasts as she fucked him and he rolled her nipples and squeezed them at the same time.

  An orgasm started to build within her, heat that grew like a furnace. She no longer felt the cold. Instead her skin burned hot and her breathing became shallow. Her climax was there, waiting for her to fall over the edge.

  Faster and harder she rode him and he pumped his hips up to meet hers. The slap of flesh was loud in the tent as their bodies met again and again.

  She felt her orgasm cresting the wave of heat. Hotter and hotter it grew, so hot that she almost felt like she was burning up.

  When she heard him growl and felt him start to come, it threw her into a climax. Her whole body flushed with heat and she felt it travel through every nerve in her body, reaching her fingers and toes and making her scalp prickle.

  His cock throbbed inside her and her pussy spasmed around him.

  She slumped against him, her breathing hard as he held her.

  Tate gave a sound of exhausted pleasure. “I think I’m going camping more often.”

  Chapter 3

  The following morning, Kayla opened her eyes to see Tate watching her. He had his elbow on the mattress and his head propped in his hand. He looked so sexy with his tousled hair and his one day growth of stubble.

  She blinked at him and smiled. “Been awake long?”

  “Did you know you talk in your sleep?” He trailed a finger down her arm.

  She rubbed her eyes and yawned. “Did I sell out the secret that the moon landing was faked or that Atlantis is really a covert ops location in the Bermuda Triangle?”

  He laughed. “No, but you did giggle a lot.”

  “Giggle? Me?” She shook her head. “You must have been watching someone else sleep.”

  He kissed her and drew away. “My bad.”

  She slipped out from under the sleeping bag and dressed, and she didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed as he watched her put her clothing on. She felt comfortable around him.

  After breakfast, they spent the day hiking and had a picnic beside a waterfall. She was glad she had her athletic shoes with her but wished she had a pair of hiking boots.

  The mountain air was crisp and clean and smelled of pine and rich loam. Birds chirped and chattered and dragonflies hovered over the water’s edge.

  While they hiked and as they had lunch, there was no end to the supply of conversation. She liked the sound of his voice, the way he laughed, and his sexy grin.

  He told her about his construction business and shared stories of playing rugby, including injuries he had sustained. Among them were cracked ribs, a couple of broken fingers, and several other injuries.

  Sexual tension was always there between them and she couldn’t wait to tie him up like he promised she could. What she had planned he would never see coming.

  Tonight was going to be fun.

  When it was close to getting dark, they made it back to the campsite. They built a fire and Kayla sat on a large rock, closer to the flames so that she could get warmer. Over the open fire they roasted hotdogs he had purchased at the general store. Her two hotdogs were a little charred when she finished. She put them in buns and then she loaded them with mustard, ketchup, chopped onions, and relish. What was a camping trip without hotdogs?

  After they roasted and ate several marshmallows, tingles ran over her skin as she thought about what she wanted to do. “Are you ready for me to tie you up so that you can’t get free?”

  He grinned. “You’re serious?”

  “Yep.” She gave him a devious look. “Are you worried, big tough guy?”

  He leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’ve never been one to back down from a dare.” An amused smile played across his lips. “Especially from a beautiful woman.”

  “Get that rope and a pocketknife,” she said. “I’m going to show you exactly what this woman can do.”

  She’d show him all right. He wouldn’t know what hit him by the time she was through with him.

  Tate raised an eyebrow but retrieved the rope and handed it to her along with a Swiss army knife.

  “Come on.” She motioned to him to come to her. “Take off your shirt.”

  “So this is a ploy to get my shirt off again,” he said as he obeyed. “All you had to do was ask.”

  “I’m asking now.” When it was off, she ran her hands over his muscular chest and the electrical tension between them grew. His skin was smooth and warm beneath her palms. “Take off your hiking boots and your socks.”

  This time he raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to?”

  “Just do it.” She said again, “Are you worried?”

  “Nope.” He kicked off one boot and then the other, and then pulled off his socks.

  “Put your wrists behind your back.” Still looking amused, he turned his back so that she could get to his wrists.

  “This is my version of rope cuffs.” She took his wrists and began tying them by looping the rope around the wrists first, like cuffs, then she wrapped the rope between the hands, around the rope that held the wrists together, tightening the bond. While she was tying him up, she admired his powerful bare shoulders and back. He was tanned, the hairs on his arms golden.

  Standing so close to him she caught his warm, earthy scent. “You won’t get out of this.”

  He laughed. “Sure.”

 
When she finished with his wrists, she pulled the Swiss army knife out of her pocket and cut the end of the rope.

  He tested the rope and she slapped his hands. “Not yet.”

  She moved around to face him and looped her arms around his neck. She smiled and reached up and kissed him. She pressed up against his naked chest. He tasted good and sweet, like the marshmallows they had roasted and eaten earlier.

  She loved how he kissed, his tongue lightly tangling with hers and the way he nibbled on her lower lip.

  When they separated, he said, “You know that you didn’t have to tie me up to kiss me.”

  She sucked his flat nipples and pinched them, causing him to suck in his breath. She grinned as she tugged on the rope she had just looped around his neck while she kissed him. She had fashioned a knot that would slide depending on the kind of resistance he gave her.

  “What are you doing?” He looked a little hesitant as she took a step back, holding onto the end of the rope like a leash.

  “Afraid?” she asked.

  He laughed. “Of course not.”

  Kayla pulled on the leash. “Follow me.”

  “Hey.” He stumbled forward as the collar tightened around his neck. “Not fair. You’re supposed to tie me up, not strangle me.”

  “I am not strangling you.” She grinned. “There is room around that collar and I have it fashioned so it won’t tighten down. Don’t worry, Mr. Rugby Player. I won’t hurt you… And sure it’s fair.” She liked the feeling of power it gave her to control a big man like Tate and force him to do what she wanted him to. “You’re bigger than me, but the rope is more like an equalizer.”

  He followed her like a big puppy around the campfire and she made sure there was nothing in his way in the near darkness. They had cleared their campground pretty well. She loved having him follow her. Little did he know, it was one of her favorite things to do and doing it with this Rugby player made it even better. They reached a tree with a large overhanging branch and she made him stand under it, his back to her.

  She took the smaller end of the rope and tied it to the cuffs she had made for him. She took the large length of the rope and tossed it over a larger branch above their heads then tied one end of the rope to a limb at eye level to a tree 10 feet way. Then she pulled on the other end of the rope so that his arms were pulled up, forcing him to bend over at the waist.