Playing Rough: 3 Hot Tales of Sensual Submission

by Jaymie Holland

  Tate gave a grunt of surprise. “What are you doing?”

  “Tying you up like I promised,” she said.

  She pulled harder on the rope, making him stand on his tiptoes.

  He grunted again but he didn’t beg her to let him go. Not that she would, anyway.

  Sweat had beaded on his forehead and he was obviously uncomfortable. “Are you finished now?” he asked.

  She smiled and traced his lower lip with her finger. She loved tying up a man, especially one so muscular and powerful. A helpless boy toy. “I want to make sure you’re good and secure.” She reached for the button on his jean shorts. “I have plenty more in store for you.”

  “What the hell?” he said as she unzipped his shorts and pulled them down along with his boxer briefs.

  He tried to move, but up on his tiptoes, and the way his arms were secured, there was no way for him to do so. If he had told her to stop, she would have. But she saw the curiosity in his eyes and intrigue.

  His cock was erect, letting her know how turned on he was despite his protests. She reached out and stroked him and he seemed to harden even more in her hand.

  “Ok, Kayla,” he said. “You have me naked and at your mercy. You can let me go now.”

  “Yes, looks like you hate this.” she said as she played with his cock. Then she started making ankle cuffs, the firelight still enough to see by. “When I let you down I want to make sure you can’t seek retribution.”

  “You have my word,” he said.

  “Ha.” When she finished hobbling him, she only had to go a few steps to reach the back of his truck, where she remembered seeing thin rope that was probably used for clothesline. When she saw clothespins that confirmed it and she grabbed a couple of them along with the rope.

  She took everything back to where she had left Tate and admired his body as she walked toward him in the darkness and watched firelight flicker across his skin. She loved the position she had him in and his naked body was beautiful.

  When she was back in front of him, she dropped the twine and thin rope on the ground. Then she took the clothespins she clipped it on one of his flat nipples and he hissed in from pain. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Showing you what a woman can do to you if she wants to.” She put the second clothespin on his opposite nipple. “Now be quiet unless you want me to be even tougher.”

  He grimaced and she picked up the thin rope and started to wrap his cock and balls with it, causing him to give a grunt of pain. She tied the rope around each one, separating the balls before tying his cock with it, too. She liked the look, how the balls became smooth as the skin pulled back from the pressure. It was so hot having this kind of control over him, especially him. She had tied up a few men over the years, but not one quite like Tate.

  When she was finished, she took the end of the rope binding his cock and balls and tied it to his collar. She went behind him and untied the rope that had his arms up and had forced him on his toes. It allowed him to rest fully on his feet but he couldn’t straighten because she had tied his cock and balls to his collar.

  Kayla patted him on his shoulder. “It’s an introductory version of something called predicament bondage. Bending over you are uncomfortable. If you want to get a little comfortable and stand a little straighter to take pressure off your thighs, you pull on your cock and balls. Choose your poison.”

  “Shit, lady.” He growled the words. “Where did you learn all of this?” It was obvious he was having a hard time talking from the discomfort. “Get the clothespins off of me.”

  “Later.” She held back a grin of amusement. “Until then you have to deal with the clothespins.”

  He growled but she knew he wasn’t angry. He was turned on and getting into it. If she had felt in the least that he really wanted her to stop, she would have immediately.

  “So, Mr. Rugby Player, let’s see if you can get out now,” she said.

  “Damn.” He tried to move but couldn’t. She thought she heard amusement at himself as he added, “That will teach me.”

  “You said I couldn’t tie you up so that you couldn’t get away.” She smiled. “Have you reversed that belief?”

  He paused. “Yes. Now let me out of here.”

  “Hmmmm.” She tapped her finger against her chin. “I hear some hesitation.”

  He groaned. “Are you having fun?”

  “Absolutely.” She gave him a wicked smile. She shifted so that one knee was on the ground as she held his gaze. “You have to admit you are enjoying being manhandled by a woman. Otherwise you would be complaining a lot more.”

  He opened his mouth then shut it and looked like he was considering what she was saying. “I’ll let you know once I’m down from here.”

  “Your body is beautiful and I like to see you like this.” She leaned forward and kissed him. “And I like the man I’ve seen inside.”

  “I’m reserving judgment.” The corner of his mouth quirked. “Until you let me down from here.”

  She noticed his shoulders moving slightly. He was trying to get the cuffs off. “How’s that working out for you back there?” she asked.

  “I’ve been through a lot of knot tying in my life, and I have to say you’re damn good.” He looked a little sheepish as he spoke. She knew it pained him to add, “I apologize for underestimating your bondage skills.”

  She stretched her arm and touched his cock and stroked it. “Feels good, doesn’t it? Even the pain has an edge of pleasure to it.”

  He closed his eyes and she could see that he was enjoying it just like she had said. When he opened his eyes, he said, “Will you let me down if I tell you I like it?”

  She skimmed the head of his cock with her finger. “Only if you mean it.”

  “It’s pretty hot,” he said and by the tone of his voice she knew that he meant it.

  Intentionally putting her breasts in his line of vision, she reached for the thin rope tying his cock and balls to the collar. She untied it and he hissed out air and relaxed as he straightened.

  “Thank you,” he said. “I don’t suppose you’ll set my balls free?”

  She smiled and trailed her fingers down his chest to his cock. She slowly unwound the rope and he groaned as circulation ran back into his balls and he sagged with relief.

  With a smile she stood and reached up to kiss him. “You taste good,” she said when she drew away.

  He tried to take a step toward her and almost fell at the same time he seemed to remember that his ankles were still bound together.

  “Be good or I’ll have to leave you like that.” She gave him a sexy grin. She glanced down at his huge erection and met his gaze again. “You’re looking pretty happy to me.”

  Chapter 4

  Tate’s voice was husky as he said, “I want to touch you.”

  The way he said the words sent a thrill deep inside her. She was so tempted to set him free and ride him again. Maybe she would let him partially out.

  “You have to promise to be good.” She kissed him, letting him feel the passion bottled up inside of her that she wanted to set free. She had more in store for him.

  While he watched, she kicked off her shoes and stripped out of her clothing. She removed everything in a slow, sensual striptease.

  She went to him and pressed her naked body to his. He felt warm against her chilled skin. She kissed him, enjoying his flavor and the fact that he couldn’t touch her yet. It would be soon enough. She lightly stroked his cock as she kissed him and he groaned from the pleasure she was giving to him. The size and thickness of his cock was perfect and she couldn’t wait to have it inside her again.

  She decided it was time to let him down. The only things she left on were the leash and the wrist cuffs. Otherwise he was free.

  “Untie my hands.” They stood close together and her nipples rubbed his chest as he spoke.

  “I don’t trust you.” She gave him a wicked smile. “And I have other things for you to do first.”


  “What’s that?” he asked.

  She tugged on the rope and forced him to kneel in front of her. With her legs apart, she put her hand on the back of his head and drew him to her so that his face was in front of her pussy. She didn’t have to pull him any closer to her. He moved his head so that his mouth was on her folds.

  A moan rose up within her and she tilted her head back as he licked and sucked her pussy. She looked down again and the feelings of pleasure were almost too much for her to bear. Watching the big man with his hands cuffed and a collar and leash around his neck made her feel hot and excited. With her hand against the back of his head, she pushed him so that his face was buried in her folds and she felt the sensations even more intensely.

  Her legs started to vibrate and she leaned and braced her hands on his shoulders. Sensations of pleasure built inside of her, growing tighter and tighter as he went down on her. She was aware of the cool air on her skin, the soft breeze in her hair, the sound of something skittering in the brush, and the smell of pine.

  And then she wasn’t aware of anything but pleasure bursting inside of her and the sound of her own voice crying out from what seemed like far away.

  The next thing she knew, she was being thrown over a massive shoulder and carried away from where she’d been standing. As her muddled brain returned to sanity, she processed that Tate had her over his shoulder and he was carrying the rope that had bound his wrists in his hand. He had escaped her bonds and had done it at her most vulnerable time, when she climaxed.

  Damn. So much for inescapable.

  A large swat on her ass made her shout out from the stinging pain. Her head flopped against his back and her hair hung over her face. Blood rushed to her head as she struggled to free herself, but he only held her tighter.

  She squirmed in his arms. “You can put me down.”

  “Turnabout is fair play, Kayla.” He swatted her again and she managed to hold back another cry.

  They reached the tent and her head swam as he pulled her from his shoulder and laid her on the grassy slope in front of the tent. He pinned her to the ground with his body as he wrapped rope around her wrists then secured her to one of the tent stakes.

  “I don’t submit.” She kicked and fought him. “I do the topping.”

  He shook his head. “Not tonight.”

  She glared at him. “You promised no retribution.”

  “I lied.” He grinned and she growled.

  He released her and left her while he walked away. She struggled to get her hands free and to pull the stake out, but the knot was too good and the stake too well sunk into the ground. “Let me go, Tate,” she cried out.

  She twisted and her gut sank as she saw him retrieve more rope from where she had tied him up. Then he went to his truck, rattled around, then returned with the rope, a couple of stakes, and a ballpeen hammer, all of which he set on the ground.

  Damn. He was going to stake her. She struggled harder. “I don’t submit,” she said again, but he ignored her.

  He left her outside while he ducked into the tent He was holding something in his hand as he exited the tent, but she couldn’t tell what it was, and he set it down above her head.

  He drove the stakes in the ground where he could bind her ankles to them.

  “No.” She didn’t make it easy for him, but who could tell the way he manhandled her and held onto her and grabbed one of her ankles and tied it to the stake. She tried to kick him with her other foot but he did a good job of staying out of range.

  As she struggled she realized she was turned on. The thought pinged around in her brain. She had never been turned on by the thought of submitting to a man, but now she was. She wasn’t sure what to think of it except that maybe it had taken a real man to make it exciting for her.

  He had her other ankle tied in no time and then she couldn’t fight him anymore. She tested all of her bonds but she was secured. “I want you to set me free,” she said despite the fact that she was feeling more aroused than she remembered ever feeling.

  “You talk too much,” he said as he knelt and picked something up off of the grass. She realized it was her nylon stockings.

  Her heart sank. She knew exactly what he was going to do with them. “No, no, no.”

  He laughed as he proceeded to wrap the nylons around her head with the legs strung across her mouth, tied the legs behind her head, and tightened them so that she was gagged.

  Her eyes were wide as he stood and looked down at her. He was grinning and she narrowed her eyes at him.

  He picked up something off of the ground then knelt between her thighs. He lowered himself so that his arms were braced to either side of her chest and he bent down and sucked her nipple while he slid his fingers between her thighs and rubbed her clit.

  She gasped and arched her back. The sensations were exquisite.

  “You’re so wet.” His voice was husky as he met her gaze. “You might say and act like you don’t want it but you really love it.”

  He lowered his head and sucked her other nipple and she moaned behind her gag. Then he rose and pinched one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and he moved his other hand toward the breast, too. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. He was holding a clothespin.

  “Paybacks,” he said as he clipped the clothespin onto her nipple.

  Her cry was muffled as she cried out from pain and her eyes watered at once. He gave a soft laugh as he clipped the other clothespin to her opposite nipple. She cried out again and fought against her bonds even though she knew there was no getting out of her predicament.

  When he was finished he knelt between her thighs and surveyed his handiwork. He nodded as if satisfied with himself.

  “Never knew I would like bondage, but I’m loving having you in my control.” He shifted so that he had braced his hands to the sides of her head and lowered his mouth.

  He moved his lips to hers and kissed the corner of her mouth then kissed her along her jawline all the way to her ear. “How do you like it, Kayla? Being at my mercy.”

  When she met his gaze, he gave her a wicked smile. “Maybe I should take rope and bind your breasts like you did to my cock and balls.”

  She didn’t dare beg him with her eyes or make any sounds because he might just do it if he thought she didn’t like the idea.

  “Maybe later,” he said then reached for something.

  When he brought it back she realized it was a condom. More thrills went from her belly to between her thighs. He rolled the condom on then moved so that his cock was at the entrance to her core.

  “I’m going to fuck you, Kayla.” His eyes held hers and he looked a little more serious. “I want you to want this, too. Do you?”

  She did. More than anything right now she wanted him inside of her. She nodded and he smiled right before he thrust his cock inside of her.

  It felt so incredible that she felt like her eyes were crossing. She had never felt anything like this in her life, and she had never been so turned on. Even the clothespins on her nipples made her hotter.

  His cock was big and hard inside of her. She struggled only because she wanted her arms free so that she could touch him.

  Another orgasm came rushing toward her, fast and furious. He reached between their bodies and stroked her clit and her climax hit her hard.

  Her body shook and the gag muffled her scream. She heard his cry of pleasure and felt his cock throb inside of her as he came. Her mind spun and she felt like she had to rein herself back to keep from flying away.

  She hadn’t even realized he had released her wrists and her ankles until he was removing the gag. He carefully took off the clothespins, too.

  “Come on, honey.” He scooped her up and carried her into the tent. “It’s cold out there.”

  She’d been so turned on that she hadn’t even felt the cold.

  When he laid her on the mattress, he snuggled up behind her, their bodies spooned, and he pulled the sleeping bag up and over them.

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bsp; A sensation of relaxation and happiness flooded through her and then she slipped into a deep, satisfied sleep.

  Chapter 5

  “Two weeks of Heaven.” Kayla smiled and looked up at Tate and felt warmth deep inside. He sat on a large rock and she sat on grass at his feet, her head resting on his thigh. “I don’t want to leave.”

  “Neither do I.” He kissed the top of her head. “But, unlike you, I need to get back to work.”

  With her head tilted she met his gaze and gave him a teasing look. “You own the company. Can’t bosses give themselves as much time as they want?”

  “Right now I wish that it was that easy.” He slid down the rock and sat at her side. “So what next?”

  “Hmmm.” She put her finger on her chin as she pretended to think about it. “Considering we both live Denver, I bet we can figure something out.”

  “I’m sure we can.” He moved his lips to hers and kissed her. The way he kissed always set her on fire.

  When they parted, she smiled. “I’ll be gone a couple of weeks, visiting my sister. Since I still have another six weeks left on my sabbatical. I was going to travel, but I think I want to come back early and see you. You got me, Tate.”

  “I’ve gotten used to being with you, too.” He brought his hand up and caressed her face. “I’ll miss you while you’re gone. Tell you what, you come back early and I will plan a trip with you. I can take off for a week or two.”

  She returned his smile. “I would love that. I was thinking about a dinner when we got back and you have bigger plans?”

  “A trip would be perfect. We can have dinner, and then breakfast.” He moved his lips to hers again and kissed her. “And then lunch and then dinner again, and then breakfast…”

  With a laugh she said, “So do I get to tie you up on this trip?”