“Or better yet,” he said, “I get to tie you up.”
She shifted so that she could wrap her arms around his neck and she leaned forward and touched his forehead with hers. “We’ll take turns.”
He smiled. “You’ve got it.”
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Push
Chapter 1
Rachelle stared at the screen, his erotic words taunting her in the instant messaging chat box.
Tie you up.
Bind your breasts.
Clamp your nipples.
Ball gag in your mouth.
Butt plug in your ass.
Vibrator in your pussy.
Paddle your ass.
She swallowed hard as she read over everything he had told her during their IM conversation and tingles ran through her body. Everywhere. He had said each thing in such an erotic way it made her squirm. She was still squirming. He had even sent her pictures of things he liked. Some things were beyond anything she had ever heard of.
A niggling of fear, then a shiver traveled through her as she took in his last words again.
You’ll give up control to me.
You’ll feel a rush like you’ve never felt before.
You’ll be helpless.
Helpless.
Could she really do anything like this? Her erotic fantasies come to life with a man she had only met a few days ago on an internet dating site. He knew she was a librarian. He knew she had read lots of books on these very fantasies.
He knew she had been reading about her secret cravings.
Her secret desires.
He knew because she had told him. For some crazy reason she had let everything out. Told him everything without hesitation. It had been fun, telling this stranger her sexual fantasies over IM. Playful, not real.
Kink. It had all started with that one word he’d written on his profile on the dating site.
Kink.
When she had seen his boy-next-door looking picture, then read the word on his profile, she thought he’d been kidding.
He hadn’t been.
He had a lot of varied interests, as did many men on the dating site. The profile was well written and she probably would have contacted him regardless, but that word kink got her. She had to respond. His version of kink was something he was into in a way far more than she had expected. Something she had never experienced firsthand, despite the fact that she read about it all of the time.
She started out the conversation rather guarded and learned as much as she could about him. He was open about who he was and his background. He had a way about him. Even in an internet conversation, he drew in.
She was careful at first not to reveal too much about herself. As she started telling him more and more about her intimate fantasies, an internet game of true confessions, she figured she could never actually meet him. This was all a fun, safe way of actually revealing to someone her deepest secrets. She could never meet him now.
Kink with a stranger was not all she was concerned with. It was her appearance. She had a full figure and it had been a long time since someone told her she was pretty, but she had never been told she was beautiful. Her ex-husband used to criticize her weight and her looks.
Would this man like her for who she was?
Could he be more than someone just interested in kink, like the books she had read?
Those books had all been exciting, fascinating. There were even people who liked to submit to a partner enough to be their sexual slave. The slave part of the kink went a little too far for reality but the way this guy described them was so sensual that it just seemed to draw her in with every conversation.
She had never expected to experience them herself. Her ex-husband had been beyond unsatisfying when it came to sex, just…bland.
Now she was free in so many ways. Free to experience things she never thought she would before contacting Chase.
If she really could go through with it.
Rachelle? Her name came up on the screen as he typed it. Are you still there?
Her fingers trembled and it felt like her belly swooped as she replied, Yes.
When do you want to meet tomorrow? Where?
She swallowed, trying to force some of her fear down her dry throat.
Everything he’d been saying made her hot, the ache between her thighs almost too much to take. What if she experienced the real thing with him?
He had told her so much about himself in these conversations. The internet was so easy to check things out and verify and she did. She knew where he worked, where he lived. All kinds of personal things. It made her feel more comfortable to meet with Mr. Kink even though she was more guarded with revealing much of her personal information before she actually met him and got more comfortable.
She would have to meet him first, in a very public and brightly lit place, of course. She would have to get to know him—several meetings first.
But she couldn’t lie to herself. She wanted to experience what he could give her. And more.
She took a deep breath and started typing.
Tomorrow afternoon, Chase. The pub on Superstition Road at 5:30.
When she walked into the Irish pub, she had to blink to get used to the change from the brilliant Arizona summer sunlight to the dimness of the pub. The cool air inside battled away the heat on her skin from the over hundred and ten degrees it was outside.
Her purse was her lifeline as she clutched the strap and walked past tables and booths, and glanced around the room. She saw him across the pub when he raised his hand.
It was Chase—he did look like his picture on the dating site and he was just as regular looking as she was. At least from what she could tell from where she was standing. She managed to make herself walk and made her way through the tables without stumbling from sheer nervousness.
When she reached his booth, Chase stood and smiled. “Hi, Rachelle.” He gave her a quick hug, like they were good friends. He smelled good, really good. Masculine and a little spicy. No cologne, the way she preferred—just all man.
“Chase.” She smiled in return as they drew apart. She couldn’t think of anything else to say.
She breathed a sigh of relief as he slid into his side of the booth and she sat on hers. Chase looked like he would probably be one of the last persons on earth she would have believed was into kink. Except for his eyes—a glint that was wicked in a mischievously sexual way, a wickedness that she instinctively knew that right now was just for her.
Those wicked blue eyes studied her at the same time her gaze met his. As she studied him in return, she realized he didn’t look exactly like his picture as she had thought when she first walked in. She wondered if he’d used a current picture, or even a real picture of himself. You never knew when it came to dating sites. But when it came down to it, he looked good. Real good.
Great features, nice build. His blond hair looked thick and she imagined sliding her fingers into the soft silk of it. He was dressed professionally—pressed button-down shirt, tailored tan slacks. It was easy to tell he was in shape by the way his clothes fit him.
On her shelf of research books at home she had a book titled The Psychopath Next Door. She wondered if maybe she should have read it before meeting him. She sure wasn’t getting any vibes that screamed “danger!” but maybe she just didn’t know how to read the signs.
No, it was just the opposite when he’d first taken her hand and hugged her. He’d felt safe. Yeah, but weren’t psychopaths often the last people on earth you’d expect to be serial killers?
The corner of his mouth turned up in a way that reflected the hint of naughtiness in his eyes.
Oh, my.
“What did you do today?” he asked, as if they weren’t two strangers who’d had an insane conversation last night about him stuffing a ball gag in her mouth and hogtying her after putting clamps on her nipples and paddling her.
They talked for forty-five minutes. The conversation was so easy, so natural. He never eve
n brought up the subject. She liked that he wasn’t pushing that here, instead taking the time to talk about their background and vanilla interests as he liked to call them. Anything not a kink interest he called a vanilla interest. He was so easy to talk with and he made her so comfortable. He seemed very interested in her and who she was. She loved the attention.
She watched how he treated the waitress. He was confident, funny, in control and natural. Yes, she liked him. She liked him a lot.
“I have to admit, it’s strange to be here with you, in person, knowing the kink side you love,” she said. “That waitress has no idea what you like.”
“I was wondering when you would bring that up,” he said, laughing. “You’re right, the waitress would never suspect that side of our interest.”
Rachelle smiled. At the same time she felt a twist of both nervousness and excitement in her belly. “That is a good way to put it.”
“It’s fun to meet knowing that you share my interests.” He gave her a sensual look that made her heart beat faster. “I’ll admit I have been picturing you as my personal play toy.”
Now that I brought up the subject he’s jumping right in isn’t he, she thought.
“Play toy?” She realized she was clenching her purse when the straps dug into her palms. She relaxed her grip and made herself set her purse beside her. “What do you mean by that?”
Chase braced his forearms on the table and leaned close. “When you turn over control to me, I’m going to restrain you and you’ll be mine. You’ll be my play toy. I will do whatever I want to with you.”
She swallowed. Images of being tied up and at his mercy made her throat dry. A combination of fear and excitement tingled throughout her body and straight between her thighs. She could see it. She could visualize so easily letting him do whatever kinky thing he wanted to with her.
Out of her flipping mind. She was out of her incredibly suddenly insane mind.
“Like what?” Her voice was almost a whisper.
He leaned back, a lazy grin on his face. “Let’s say I’m very creative. You’ve seen the pictures I’ve sent you and heard my descriptions. You just want to hear it from me now that we’re sitting across from each other.”
“I guess I do,” she said.
She glanced up at the server as she stopped by their table. Chase ordered a beer. She said she wanted a bay breeze.
When the server left, Rachelle focused on Chase again. “What if you have one of those ball gags in my mouth and I don’t like something you do to me?”
“You’ll be able to make sounds around the ball gag,” he said. “I would give you a sound you need to make. A safe sound and you will be out.”
“Okay…” She surprised herself again by nodding, as if they were having a normal conversation.
“Look around us again. It’s so hot.” He leaned forward and gestured to the other bar patrons with his forefinger then looked at her. “More than just the server, not one person in this bar would suspect that you or I would be into kink. We’re about the two most vanilla looking people in this place. We’re the girl and boy next door.
He shook his head and continued. “That’s part of the fun. Most of the world thinks whips and chains aren’t meant for vanilla looking people like us. They would just never guess we would have such unusual interests.”
She glanced around and saw couples not nearly as “vanilla looking” as Chase and her. “You’re right.” She met his gaze. She loved his eyes and the sexy curve of his lips. “What do we do about this craziness now?”
“We’ll give it some time. Get to know each other,” he said. “We talked about this far faster than I expected to. I think we were both drawn in by our common interests and that became so much of a focus of our conversations. I’ll be honest with you—you asked me before about my experience. I’ve played around in the past, but I found that it was very empty.”
He watched her as he went on, “Bondage is an intimate thing between two people, Rachelle.” He held her eyes with his. “An emotional connection develops between them. It can’t be helped. So it’s very important that both people are ready, and for me that means we are connected. We like each other for more than the kink. If not, it doesn’t work for me. Does that make sense?”
There was depth to this guy, she thought. She was actually ready to move faster than him. He had gotten her going and now he seemed to pull back a bit. It made her feel more comfortable, but made her want him even more.
“Yes.” She rubbed her palms on her jeans. “We can’t just jump in and make me your—”
“Play toy,” he finished for her with another wicked smile. “But soon.”
Chapter 2
Every night for the next two weeks, she and Chase talked over IM. They talked about vanilla interests but the conversation always turned to the favorite subject between them. He told her all of the things he wanted to do to her, and even what he wanted her to do to him.
When she found out he was a switch and enjoyed playing the part of the sub sometimes, she told him she would like to tie him up when they finally went through with it—mostly because she still felt a little fear at what they were working toward.
But Chase had other plans. He was going to take control, first. He was going to strip her of all of her personal power.
The way he started so fast, when they first chatted online, she thought he wanted to meet her that night and tie her up. But, he said he wanted to continue to chat and meet as they had done. He wanted it to be the right time.
They talked on the phone a few times and he had her meet him at his office because they were going to lunch nearby. Another time he went to the library to pick her up during the day to go out to eat and they went to dinner a few times.
A couple of weeks had gone by since that day at the pub and she was so ready for more than just the wonderful way he kissed. Was this teasing and no play part of his control she thought. It was driving her crazy. Not only was she ready, but she sensed he was, too.
Play toy. She wanted to be Chase’s play toy. Soon she would be.
Maybe tonight.
She pressed a hand to her belly, over the silky black dress she was wearing. Beneath the dress she wore high-waist black silk panties that Chase would love. That was if they went far enough tonight. He had revealed his fetish for the retro 50’s look—he preferred full panties over thongs and bikinis and no cotton. Silky and stretchy. She had not been with anyone who liked that look. She had to admit she really liked the look, too. She felt sexy in the panties.
As she waited for the doorbell to ring, she gave her own naughty smile. She had done her best to tease Chase these past couple of weeks, a small payback for how much teasing he was constantly doing.
Twice when they’d had dinner out at corner tables, and she sat facing him, she had let her dress slide up to her hip, exposing her thigh almost up to her panties. She knew he could see and she had been able to tell it had been almost impossible for him to keep from touching her.
She would have liked him to touch her, anywhere he wanted. But no, he kept teasing her, time after time on their dates, night after night on IM.
Chase said what he was doing wasn’t teasing. He wanted to get to know her better. There was an added bonus, he admitted, drawing out the anticipation.
Never having done anything like this made it all the more exciting. The idea of being helpless to a man like Chase. Turning over all control. Trusting him. That was a big part of it for him, he said. Having someone turn over control to him. To trust him. He didn’t want to take anything that was not willingly given to him.
The thought made her hot.
Some of his favorite positions to tie someone in had seemed to be too much when he first told her about them. Now she wanted to be in those positions. She wanted to be his helpless play toy.
She was going to have to kill him if she had to anticipate much longer.
Her reflection in the oblong oak mirror stopped her as she paced her living
room again. She studied herself and wondered if her look might be considered half girl-next-door and half slut. It was the look he said he liked. The bright red lipstick made her lips look fuller and like her lips and mouth were made for more than just smiling and eating.
Her soft blonde hair was pinned up and the black dress felt so good against her and she loved the sexy heels. She liked the look and she knew Chase would, too.
She hoped he’d like it enough that he’d want to strip the dress off of her tonight.
When the doorbell rang, she startled and jerked her attention to the front door. Chase liked to be on time—he didn’t like to wait which was something she knew would be important to him when she finally submitted.
That thought gave her another excited shiver.
She grabbed her black satin clutch purse and swung open the door.
Chase stood on her doorstep, not dressed in a button down shirt and slacks as usual. He wore jeans and a collared shirt, and a smug look on his handsome face.
He had two large leather duffel bags, one in each hand.
“You look pretty.” Chase dropped the duffel bags in the entryway and closed the door behind him. He did it all without taking his eyes from hers. She found herself in his arms and he swept his lips over hers before murmuring, “My pretty Rachelle. My play toy.”
Breath caught in her throat as both excitement and a small thrill of fear surged inside her body.
“Are you afraid of me?” Chase’s smile was wicked again as he slid his fingers along her bare arms to her fingertips. “Afraid of what I might do to you?”
She shook her head. “No.” That was true, but the thought of giving up control to anyone, being entirely at their mercy was both exhilarating and terrifying. “Not really.”
“Not really?” He brought his fingers up and tugged at the clip from her hair then released it so that it fell and swung around her shoulders and to the small of her back. “You don’t have anything to fear with me, you know that don’t you?”
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