Creighton returned a few moments later, a broad smile across his handsome face. He was carrying a brown leather case, roughly the size of a small suitcase. He walked back to her, sitting on the edge of the bed facing Sandra. He lifted the case and placed it between them, then looked in her green eyes, gauging her reaction.

“Now, don’t be frightened,” he said staring at her.

“What is this?” she asked in a hushed whisper, looking down at the case.

“This is a kit of items designed for pleasure. Some are a little more intense than others. You just have to be courageous when I explain them to you and tell me what you would like to try and what you won’t. Agreed?”

Sandra sat up on the bed, still naked, crossing her legs and staring at the expensive-looking leather case as if it were a dangerous snake. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, and she was afraid if she said no, he would never want to touch her again.

“What kind of items?” she asked wide eyed.

“Toys, mainly. Hayloft-Girl introduced me to these, and I rather like them, and you will too.”

“You’ve used this before? On other women?”

She watched as he clicked open the metal lock holding the box shut. The case was really quite lovely, warm chocolate brown leather with thick black threading around the seams and edges, a single golden lock and two thick ornately designed hinges. It looked more medieval than modern and it smelled of tanned cowhide.

“I’ve used similar kits, but this is brand new. I don’t share toys between girls. There’s too much of a health risk.” He opened the lid slowly, watching her eyes for her reaction as he removed the top tray, to reveal a second one hiding beneath. She looked at the many objects neatly organized, within the dark purple velvet lining, and frowned.

There were two tubes of lubricant, a tube of thick pink colored liquid called crème assaisonnée de mamelon, and what looked like a purple finger splint, with a very bumpy surface. There were two very pretty gold clamps encased in small white crystals, that resembled elaborate clothespins, with a sliding hinge and a matching gold chain holding them together. There were two rather odd-looking small hangman’s nooses of silver braided twine, each with a metal slide at the knot.

There was a long slender, colorful feather duster, a string of dark red beads, the size of marbles, two small silver egg-shaped items attached to wires and hooked to a small black box. There were two golden balls on a green ribbon, about the size of candy jawbreakers, two ribbed tubes - one short and black with what appeared to be a thistle blossom on the end, and the other long and thin in pearl white, with a tapered curved end. There was a plug-in handheld massager, like the one Papa used on his knee, and another ribbed device of sky blue with a tiny bunny on the front, and a deep purple tube about the size of a lipstick with three tiny metal balls. She sighed, turning her attention to the tray still inside the case.

The bottom tray held two pairs of handcuffs, but instead of being a heavy metal as she had seen so many times on television shows, these were wrapped in what looked like the tail of a tiger, and a mask with the same feline covering. A strange adjustable black strap with a small red wiffle ball in the middle, and a black leather covered board that looked like a hand, similar to the spanking board Nana used when children would disobey. There was also a long silver bar with a locking mechanism in the center to adjust the width. Attached to the bar were two sets of wide leather cuffs with silver buckles. A long thin stick that looked like her grandfather’s riding crop occupied another slot in the case. The handle was dark smooth wood with a thick leather braid wrapping around the length, the tip holding a flat strip of leather that was used for striking animal flesh.

The last item was a handle that resembled the riding crop, but at the end of this one was a dozen six-inch-long braided strips of leather with black beads, and several thin strips of leather without the beads. Her frown deepened as she looked up at the man watching her.

“I have no idea what I’m looking at,” she told him honestly. “What are these things?”

“Sex toys,” he said softly. “Playthings to keep the excitement elevated during intercourse.”

“So, this is a kinky kit?” she asked, and he laughed full and deep, caressing her soft cheek with the back of his fingers.

“I have never heard it called that, but yes, I suppose it is.”

“I can’t believe they really sell kits like this,” she said in a hushed whisper in complete awe of all that she was looking at.

“There are several kits available if you know where to look, but this one is specially designed by me.”

“Does it cost a lot?” she asked, wondering how much a person would pay for toys like these.

“Depends on what you consider a lot,” he said honestly. “As for me, it was very affordable, considering it was designed for hours of pleasure and fun.”

“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” she told him, expecting him to be angry, but instead he leaned closer and kissed her lips gently.

“We’ll start slow and work our way up to the more intense items,” he assured her. “We have all day, and all night, if you want to stay with me again.”

“I’d stay with you forever if I could, but I’m not sure about all of this,” she told him, watching the haunted expression cross his face. Creighton reached out and ran a long finger down her cheek and across her bottom lip.

“A month ago, if someone had told you that you would lose your virginity on a private yacht, in the Mediterranean Sea, would you have believed them?” She shook her head. “What if someone had told you a week ago, that you would be dancing in front of a man completely naked and enjoying it, would you have thought them mad?” She nodded and swallowed hard. “Before today, would you have ever considered touching yourself until you had an orgasm, just to tease a man?”

“So, you’re saying that this is just another experience among the many?” she asked, and he smiled.

“Let’s call it another path leading to a unique and fun adventure. Didn’t you say you always wanted an adventure? Then let me take you on one. I promise, if you don’t like it, all you have to say is stop and I will.” Sandra drew a deep breath and swallowed involuntarily. “Trust me?” he asked, and she felt it again. The warmth spread through her veins like hot lava, heating all the right places. She glanced down at the kinky kit and back up into the dark blue eyes that watched her, then nodded. He smiled back at her, kissing her lips softly, his tongue tasting and teasing her into relaxing.

“Then let me introduce you to a whole new wonderful world of passion and desire,” he told her, standing off the bed and pulling her gently into his embrace.

He held her against the length of his naked body for a long moment as his mouth claimed hers, teasing and tasting, battling with her tongue until she moaned. She could feel him smile against her lips when he at last released her.

“Let me demonstrate a few of your new toys.” He eased her down to the cool fabric of the sheets, pulling the leather case closer to her side. “Show me something that piques your interest,” he ordered, crouching in front of her on the floor and sitting back on his heels. She blushed scarlet and looked at the trays beside her. She tried hard to find the least offensive item, then pointed to the lovely jewel encrusted clamps. Creighton lifted them out of their designated place and held them up for her to inspect.

“Go ahead,” he urged her. “Take them and tell me what you think they are used for.”

She removed them from his hand and ran her finger along the clear crystal gems, watching as the sun from the window reflected rainbows through them. She frowned, pinching them so they opened. He took them from her, removed the chain and lifted her hand, clipping one to the end of her little finger, the other to her index finger, then slid the hinges so they tightened around her flesh.

“Do you know what these are?” He smiled wickedly at her, attaching the chain and tugging gently on it as he watched her examine her fingers.

“No, but they are very pretty,” she said absently. “I like crystals.” Creighton laughed as he bent forward and kissed her bare knee.

“They aren’t crystals,” he told her boldly. Sandra looked up at him and frowned. “They are diamonds set in 24 karat gold.” She gasped, looking at the objects in disbelief.

“Do you always buy diamonds and gold for your kinky kits?”

“No, I have to admit, this is a first. Now, do you know what they are?” She shook her head, still in awe from what they were made of.

“These are nipple clamps,” he explained, watching the expression on her face turn from interest to fear. “Do they hurt?” he asked quickly, tugging on the chain again, forcing her to reexamine the objects dangling from her fingers. She lifted her hand, turning her fingers over and wiggling them. They were tight, but not painful, and she shook her head.

“It won’t hurt, just twinge a little and make your nipples very sensitive to touch,” he assured her, then leaned in to kiss and lick her nipple until it was a hard pebble. He suckled her, bit and teased the rock-hard pebble until she closed her eyes and moaned. He took the clamps off her fingers and placed one on the erect nipple, slowly clamping it until it was snug. Sandra gasped at the sensation, and he looked into her eyes to judge her reaction.

“Hurt?” he asked, and she thought for a moment, shaking her head.

With a smile, he repeated the torturous teasing on the opposite nipple until he was certain it was ready, then clamped the second jewel clip to it, and snugged it down like the first. Sandra gasped again, this time the sound was mingled with a soft moan. He gently pulled at the gold chain holding the two together and she moaned louder, then he slid the tip of his tongue across the exposed skin of her imprisoned nipples, causing her to arch her back toward his mouth, groaning hard.

“Now what?” he asked after a few moments, forcing her to look down at him. He smiled at the green eyes that shined with dark passion, then pulled on the chain once more. “Show me what you want to try next,” he ordered her. She looked back at the box and tried to focus on the objects, but it was difficult, since her nipples were throbbing and tingling. The new sensations radiated through her breasts. She lifted the purple finger splint up to him and watched the dark expression grow on his handsome face. He slipped his middle finger through the opening of the splint and pushed a little switch on the side, causing it to buzz.

With deft hands, Creighton spread Sandra’s knees apart and began to run the purple device slowly up and down her labia, caressing her short brown curls. She moaned and closed her eyes again, tipping her head backward.

“Like closing your eyes, do you?” he asked, bringing her gaze back to look at him. He looked at her with a wicked grin, shutting the finger splint off and standing up. He removed the feline mask and matching handcuffs from the kit before leaning down and kissing her trembling lips.

“Lie back on the bed, in the middle, and place your hands above your head.”

She obediently crawled to the center of the mattress, reclining against the soft pillows. Creighton straddled her waist, sitting across her stomach, then moved his erection slowly up her torso and between her breasts. He gently pressed her jewel-imprisoned breasts around his penis, thrusting between the firm mounds several times. He leaned across her, smiling, and placed the soft cuffs around her wrists, removing all but one pillow from beneath her head.

“You have to agree to this, Sandra.” He was asking her this now, she thought. “We’re going to do a lot of very interesting things and some may frighten you, but I need you to agree to try them. I promise, if you don’t like it, all you have to do is tell me to stop and I will. We’ll get rid of the item from your kit and never use it again.” She frowned softly. He was giving her the control over what she wanted to do, even though she had no idea what was about to happen.

“Just like the dancing and the touching you’ve already done for me, this is just play and your common sense is going to argue with you about it, but you have to be willing to trust me and trust that I won’t hurt you. If you don’t like what I’m doing, just say so.” She swallowed hard, looking up at him. She hadn’t known this man but a few days and she was agreeing to let him use a kinky kit on her. She must be mad. What would Cathy say if she knew what she was about to do?

“Agreed?” he asked again, and she slowly nodded, the heat of her blush radiating up all the way from her toes.

Creighton chuckled, leaning down and kissing her lips softly, biting and tugging at her lower lip until she moaned. He slid his tongue into her open mouth and began to play with her willing tongue, teasing it, battling with it and gently sucking the tip. He was an incredible kisser, she thought, moaning into his mouth again, spurring him onward for a few more minutes as he explored the dark recesses.

He stopped abruptly, smiling wickedly at her, his hips thrusting forward as his enlarged penis slid between her breasts. He stretched her arms further apart and fastened them snugly to the metal frame of the bed, then ran his fingers gently down them toward her nipples. She giggled softly as his fingers tickled her sensitive skin, and his smile grew larger.

“Too tight?” he asked, and she shook her head. “Try and pull them loose,” he instructed, and she tried, but she was held securely to the bed. He bent down and kissed her passionately once more before taking the mask and slipping it over her head. “No more watching,” he whispered, securing the mask across her eyes and shutting out the room, the toys, and the handsome face watching her.

Her heart began to pound, and her stomach lurched at the unknown. She couldn’t help but smile, biting her bottom lip nervously, hearing his deep soft laughter. His tongue caressed the tip of her imprisoned nipples again, and he pulled gently on the chain, causing her to gasp at the sensation.

“Scared?” he asked, and she shook her head softly, unable to speak, anticipation heightening her senses. “Good. There’s no reason to be afraid, my love. I won’t hurt you.”

He moved off her and walked to the foot of the bed. He slipped his hands beneath her hips and tugged her gently down, so her arms were stretched tightly above her head. He released her and moved away as she listened intently at what he was doing.

She really wasn’t afraid, just overly sensitive and very much alert to the sounds of the room, the soft jazz from the speakers and the weight of the bed where he pressed her into the mattress, the breeze blowing through the open window. Everything was heightened and alive, and she felt like she was pure electricity, racing through the air and space around her.

Sandra heard the sound of something being pulled from the velvet lining of the kinky kit, the heat of anticipation warming her veins. Her excitement rose when her legs were pulled apart, the soft cuffs securing first one foot then the other to the end of the bed. She was spread eagle in front of the man, naked and moist from the prospect of what was to come. For the first time in her life, she didn’t want to think or rationalize her actions, she just wanted to know everything this man had to teach her. She was alert and alive, and growing wetter with each passing second.

A few brief moments later and the soft vibration of the finger splint moved against her curls. Sandra bit her bottom lip in an attempt to control her racing heartbeat. This was the most incredible sensation she had ever experienced. Unable to see what he was doing made her senses more alert. She could feel more than she ever had before. Her nerves were alive, her hearing more acute, even the smells around her were intense, and she felt encased in a new world of realization.

A gasping moan escaped her throat as the vibrating finger slowly caressed the swollen bud of her clitoris. She was sore and tender from the night before, not to mention this morning, but the feelings being born insider of her were surreal. A mixture of torture and bliss, desire and passion engulfed her like a shroud. Her back arched as she attempted to move against the restraints holding her, but it was futile. She was held so tightly to the cool sheets, that the only thing she could move were her fingers and toes, perhaps her hips, but only a little. The primal need of passion continued to burn within her, the dizzy sensation began to overtake her. She drew a deep breath to steady the erratic feelings of the desire, knowing she was fighting a losing battle. When he slowly slipped the finger splint into her, she lost all control, she cried out without hesitation, releasing her pent-up emotions against his touch.

Creighton circled his finger inside her as she tried to arch her back, screaming in both frustration of not being able to move, and the deepest orgasm she had yet to experience. She felt his tongue against her clitoris and found herself growling savagely while he continued his relentless assault on her delicate body. Her arms and legs pulled against her tethers, her muscles shaking and quivering beneath his touch as she struggled to move. A few moments passed before he at last eased up, allowing her to rest back against the soft bed, panting.

“How was that?” he asked, and she could do no more than smile, her heart pounding, her breathing a ragged gasp as she tried to calm down.

He laughed softly as his large hands began to massage her legs, helping her relax until she was once again able to breathe, her heart rate returning to normal. He moved from the foot of the bed where he had been standing and walked back to the kit that had been moved to the dresser. She listened intently to the sounds of the man’s actions, hearing the soft rustle of movement as he padded across the carpet to stand beside her. She knew he was about to show her something else, something wickedly delicious, and she was ready for it. She was aroused beyond imagination, and was eager to know all of it, feel all of it. She wanted to know what it took to be driven wild, and as she tried to struggle against her restraints again, she realized that she really didn’t want to move after all.

“You’re starting to like the dark side, aren’t you, my love?” he whispered, and she nodded. “Tell me,” he ordered as he slapped something soft across the side of her hip, making her screech, more from shock then pain. “Say it. I want to hear the words.”

“I like it,” she gasped.

“How much?” Sandra bit her lip again, then felt the sting on the opposite hip. “Say it,” he ordered.

“A lot,” she gasped again.

“Want to feel more?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said, a little too eager for what she thought should sound nonchalant, but then she didn’t want to be taken off guard with another sting of his assault.

“What do you want me to do to you?” he asked, and she could feel herself blush. She didn’t know how to tell him what she wanted. It just didn’t seem right, but again nothing they had done so far was. “Tell me,” he ordered slapping her outer thigh.

“I want you to drive me wild,” she whispered, then listened to his hearty laughter.

The cool object slowly caressed the inside of her calves, causing shivers of anticipation to race along her nerves to the center of her desire. She recognized the feeling of leather, and blushed even deeper when she realized he was using the riding crop. The idea of it made her feel oddly aroused.

In a deep tone barely above a whisper, he said, “Let’s play.”

Sandra gasped as the leather softly flicked against her calves. She moaned deeply, feeling the gentle flicks travel up her inner thighs. Again, and again, the leather slapped across her sensitive skin. She braced herself against the stinging, the realization of where he was heading made her feel dizzy and wanton. Her mind envisioned him standing beside her, slapping her naked flesh with the tip of the crop, just as her grandfather did to the horses he rode. It was intoxicating, and she braced herself as he neared the brown curls of her apex, but he stopped, and she found herself holding her breath, waiting.

Still, he didn’t move, she couldn’t hear anything more than his heavy breathing and she slowly relaxed, exhaling her constrained breath. When she inhaled again, she felt the sting of leather against her sensitive nipples and she screeched in surprise. Creighton grinned wickedly, flicking the leather crop across her nipples again and again, softly, but causing a deep stinging to race through her breasts, her body turning a soft pink where he had used the crop.

Just when she was about to tell him to stop, he did, sliding the leather tip along her stomach to her navel, down her abdomen and between her legs, then back up again. He did this once more, before quickly flicking the crop against the side of her buttocks, and she cried out in surprise. He smacked her again on the opposite side and then to her inner thigh. She moaned and tried to anticipate his next move, but it was too erratic, no real order or reason. He flicked her calf, the bottom of her foot once, twice and then a third time before he stopped. He caressed her legs with the leather for several long moments before he flicked the tip against her lower abdomen, then quickly against her outer hip.

She was moaning, feeling confused and overwhelmed, trying to think of where he would go next. then it happened. She gasped quickly, her voice a mingled mass of a moan and a screech when he snapped the leather across her soft curls. He did it again causing her to gasp again, feeling his fingers spread her vaginal lips apart. The leather slapped against her moist budding desire and she screamed, not in pain but in pure pleasure. It was the strangest, most incredible sensation she had ever felt. Without thinking, she began to struggle against the restraints and moaned as he slapped her again.

“Please,” she moaned, trying fruitlessly to lift her hips off the bed.

“What do you want, my love?” he demanded.

“More,” she said and gasped at her own admission. He chuckled and obliged her, slapping her swollen clitoris again, and she cried out.

“More?” he asked.

“Yes,” she begged again, and was certain she would never be able to get enough of this incredible sensation.

He slapped her again, then quickly once more, slightly harder, before slipping the warm braided handle inside her wet tight vagina, pushing it in as far as it would go. She cried out against the gentle pressure against her cervix and was rewarded for her discomfort with the heat and moisture of his tongue against her throbbing clitoris.

Within the span of a single breath, she found herself exploding in the embrace of an uncontrollable orgasm, crying out and trying to wiggle against her restraints. She heard his laughter, felt the vibration across his tongue as she screamed her release. He gently bit her delicate flesh, taking her to an even deeper level of satisfaction. He wasn’t relenting. He continued to play with her clitoris, moving the thick braided handle inside her, thrusting it at a steady pace, twisting it from side to side so she could feel the thick braid that wrapped around the shaft. The sensations were unbearable as he took her further down the dark path of desire.

“Oh, my God,” she cried out. “Stop, stop, stop.”

Creighton ceased immediately, slowly removing the riding crop and stretching out on the bed beside her, his hand resting on her stomach as she tried to breathe.

“Slowly, Sandra,” he told her, not moving, just keeping his hand in a resting position against her. “Just breathe.”

“Oh, my God,” she gasped again, a few moments later as control began to seep back into her body. She licked her dry lips and shook her head. “I don’t think I can handle any more,” she told him.

“Yes, you can. You just need a few minutes to relax.” She frowned beneath her mask. He said he would stop if she told him to, but now he was refusing. “I know what you’re thinking,” he told her, the amusement echoing in his soft tone. “The point of bondage is to push beyond your comfort zone, to force a deeper satisfaction than you ever thought you could experience. You just need a few minutes to relax before we start again.” Sandra’s frown remained. She didn’t think she could endure more, she was spent, her arms hurt, and her legs ached.

Creighton reached out and gently touched her clamped nipple and she gasped, this time in pain.

“Ouch,” she whispered, not sure if he would care that he was causing her pain.

Fear began to creep into her settling euphoria but was quickly replaced with relief as the clamps were loosened and removed.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he assured her. “It was your first time and I shouldn’t have left them on so long. I was distracted and forgot.” She felt the warmth of his mouth on her breast as he sucked on the throbbing nipple, causing her to whimper.

“I know it hurts,” he told her in a hushed whisper. “But the sucking will help get the blood circulating and make them start feeling better. Just bear with me for a few minutes.”

She drew a deep breath and squeezed her eyes shut beneath the mask as he continued to suckle her breast. Within a few seconds she really did feel better. Her breasts were not as sensitive, just tender. She greeted his release of her breast with a sigh of relief but gasped again as he leaned over her and repeated the torturous sucking on the opposite side. She was dizzy and hot, and her stomach lurched. She was certain she was going to be sick, then bit her lower lip to prevent the bile from coming up, but within a few moments she felt better, her stomach eased and the pain in her breasts subsided.

“Better?” he asked, and she sighed, nodding, her tongue wetting her dry lips again. “Stay here,” he told her a moment later, amusement etching his tone. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

“Very funny,” she snapped at him and listened to his laughter as he left the room.

Sandra lay in the room alone, tethered to the bed completely naked, the moisture between her legs trickled down to the sheets beneath her, the sweet soft music of a string quartet echoed from the speakers. She had no idea what he was doing, but as the minutes ticked by, panic began to rise inside her. What would happen to her if he didn’t come back? She pulled against her restraints and tried to get free, but they wouldn’t release, and her fear grew. She cried out, shouting his name, her voice near hysterical. A minute later the bedroom door opened and the bed next to her sank under his weight.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, concern etching his tone as he placed a warm hand across her stomach.

She drew a deep breath, trying to calm down and realized her fear had brought tears to her eyes, which were quickly soaked up by the soft mask.

“Where did you go?” she demanded, unshed sobs filling her voice.

“I thought you might be thirsty,” he told her. “I’m sorry if I frightened you.”

“I was afraid the ship would sink, or catch on fire, and I wouldn’t be able to get free.”

She listened to the soft chuckle next to her ear and couldn’t help but feel relieved as he leaned across her and nuzzled her neck with his wet lips.

“You really read too many books,” he teased her. “I would never leave you behind to drown in my bed, at least not from water, and the only fire you’ll feel is from passion.”

“Where did you go?” she asked again, pulling helplessly at the restraints around her wrists and ignoring his attempt at humor.

“I thought you might be thirsty,” he repeated, stretching out next to her on the bed, snuggling close to her side again.

She felt the moisture of ice as he traced a small cube across her dry lips. Sandra licked her lips, realizing she was thirsty. He traced the outline of her lips again before running the ice down her chin, over her neck and across her breast to settle on her swollen tender nipple. Sandra gasped at the cool sensation and found herself smiling as he chuckled.

“Are you trying to freeze me?” she snapped, amusement etching her tone.

“No, just trying to help you feel better. Don’t you like it?” Sandra frowned. Actually, it did make her breast feel better, though her nipples were puckered and hard. Without a word, he slid the melting ice across her chest to the opposite breast.

“How does that feel?” he asked, and she sighed, offering him a slight shiver.

“Cold, but better. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” he chuckled, causing her to frown beneath the mask.

She received the answer to his comment a moment later when he trailed the ice cube down her sternum to her navel, circling and dipping it into the small hole. Sandra gasped at the sensations, both erotic and cold, and he laughed, leaving the ice in her navel as he moved from her side. She sensed him at the foot of the bed, hearing the clinking of ice against glass and braced herself, but instead of feeling the frozen ice on her body as she expected, she felt his lips, hot and moist, traveling across her sternum as he leaned on the bed between her legs.

Creighton’s lips retraced the wet path the ice had just made, his tongue licking the moisture from her body. Sandra sighed, relaxing into his touch while his tongue found the wet, cold pool of melted ice in her navel. He licked at it like a cat, tickling the sensitive skin before traveling further south. His lips seemed to have a mind of their own as he moved down between her spread legs, his fingers opening her labia and his tongue gently licking at her swollen clitoris. She moaned at the sensation, then quickly gasped as his long fingers slid an ice cube into her vagina.

“Relax,” he chuckled, his fingers pressing it in further, past the muscles that tried to reject it from her body. “I know it’s cold, but it will be arousing as hell in a few minutes.”

“I have never heard of anyone having sex with ice before,” she snapped.

“You haven’t really heard of a lot of things concerning sex before, either.”

Without warning, his fingers slid a second ice cube into her, his lips kissing her brown curls as she gasped and tried to struggle against the cold assault. He slipped two fingers into her and pressed the ice hard against her cervix, then slowly began to circle them around the tight canal. His tongue bathed her clitoris, his teeth nipping gently at her labia, all the while his fingers thrusting in and out of her.

He was right, it was such an unusual sensation, a mixture of cold and hot and within a few short seconds she felt it again, the searing dizziness of orgasm. Creighton chuckled against her delicate skin as she cried out, allowing her to ride out the waves for several long moments. His tongue tormented her throbbing clitoris, the ice inside her quickly melting. He moved back to her side as she fell further into the mattress, his fingers holding the remaining ice inside her as she calmed down.

“Another experience among the many,” he told her, kissing the tip of her nose. A moment later and he moved his fingers and she moaned, the sensation of not having him inside her was both a relief and a disappointment.

“Now, my love, are you thirsty?” he asked through amused tones.

“I can’t drink if I’m tied up,” she complained.

“Who said anything about you drinking?” he asked, and she waited for whatever he planned next. She felt a cool round object press against her lips. She immediately opened her mouth and tasted the sweet juice of a strawberry.

“Don’t bite,” he warned her and quickly pulled it away.

“What’s on it?” she frowned, licking her lips.

“Champagne,” he told her, then replaced the strawberry against her mouth again. “Just suck.”

She did as he instructed, using her tongue to caress the fruit. It was a strange and delightful taste and she found herself falling back into the arms of comfort. Creighton supplied the moistened strawberry once more, before squeezing the juice into her mouth.

“Now you may bite it,” he told her, and she did just that, savoring the sweet nectar while he fed her the juicy fruit. “More?” he asked after she had swallowed, and she nodded.

Several minutes passed by with him feeding her champagne-soaked strawberries, until she was satisfied, and he stopped, still lying beside her on the bed.

“So, what evil ideas do you have planned now?” she asked, no longer feeling afraid or irritated.

“Not evil,” he answered. “Maybe a little wicked perhaps.”

He leaned down and kissed her lips before standing up and leaving her side. She waited for several more seconds, listening to him move about the room. When he touched her ankles, she jumped in surprise.

“We’re going to play a little more. There are a few more items I’d like to introduce you to. After that, you can decide if you want to sleep or have lunch. Alright?” Sandra nodded, swallowing hard at the anticipation of what he had in mind.

She felt a cool, hard object rub against her vaginal opening, but it didn’t penetrate. He caressed her labia and the soft curls with it, sliding it between her lips, rubbing against the swollen throbbing bud of her clitoris. Suddenly, the object began to buzz, vibrating against her flesh and she gasped. The feeling was amazing as he massaged it across her wet body.

He opened her labia with is fingers, moving it over the delicate folds, teasing her relentlessly until she moaned with pleasure. Creighton slowly moved the hard-buzzing object down and into her vagina, pressing it deep inside as the vibrating intensified. He withdrew it slowly and then thrust it into her hard, fast, twisting it around in a circle inside her vagina. She moaned with regret as he withdrew it, gasping as he thrust it into her again. He continued to tease her until she was dizzy with desire. She wanted to move, she wanted to lift her legs, but she was barely able to wiggle her toes.

Sandra was becoming frustrated at the lack of mobility and realized just how vulnerable she really was. The buzzing object thrust into her hard, this time not coming back out as his warm finger began to massage her backside, lifting her slightly off the bed. Her arms and legs pulled against the cuffs, but she didn’t care, it felt incredibly wonderful to have his strong hands on her buttocks, the vibrating object pressing against the front of her vaginal wall.

His hands massaged the mounds of her butt cheeks in a circular movement as his thumbs caressed the crevasse between them. She let out an odd gasping moan when the tip of one thumb began to tease her anus before carefully sliding into the opening. It hurt for a moment, but her body quickly adjusted to the strange sensation, and her muscles relaxed around him. It was such an incredible sensation that she had no choice but to moan, spurring his thumb to go deeper. He lowered her back to the bed and began thrusting the vibrating object inside her again, his thumb following suit. As he pulled his thumb out, the vibrator went in, and when it came out, his thumb went in. It was incredible and intoxicating, and she quickly succumbed to the desire, crying out her release again.

Creighton’s actions picked up as he began thrusting hard and fast inside both orifices, until she screamed, taking her orgasm to a deeper level. She struggled against her restraints and tried to move her hips while he continued his savage actions on her lower regions. Several agonizing, climatic moments passed by before she arched her shoulders and screamed out again, the sound primal, loud, her release engulfing her entire soul. Creighton slowed his actions and stopped the object from vibrating in her, removing it completely from her body, but kept his thumb where it was.

“How did that feel?” he asked with his lips against her lower abdomen.

“Incredible,” she panted breathlessly, smiling at the warm laughter he supplied at her expense. She was moist with sweat, her breasts hot and the junction between her legs throbbed. Her limbs felt weak against the restraints.

“Bear with me for a few more minutes,” he told her gently as though once again reading her mind. “We’re almost done and then you can rest.” He began kissing her inner thigh, running his hot tongue up the length of it toward her soaked curls.

“So wet,” he whispered as his thumb thrust inside her bottom again, and she tried to wiggle against it, but only managed to move his digit further into her. It was a mind-blowing sensation, and it was a feeling that quickly intensified as he withdrew his thumb and inserted a long finger. His mouth eased closer to her quivering apex and he inserted two fingers into her bottom. The sensation was painful at first, but soon became pleasurable as the tip of his tongue traced the edges of her vaginal lips.

“Like it?” he asked her, and she moaned again. “Tell me, do you like this?”

“Yes,” she answered softly, blushing profusely under her mask.

His fingers continued to play a very wicked game inside her rectum, but all she could do was feel. It was amazing and so indecent. His tongue found its prey and he began to play with her clitoris, sucking it and biting it, causing her to moan softly. The torture continued for several long, agonizing moments until the desire began building again, the dizziness taking hold and she cried out against the soul searing sensation.

“So eager,” he whispered. “I can’t believe how quickly you give it up to me.” She felt the hard heat of his manhood press into her moist opening, his weight between her legs causing the bed to sink slightly, pulling her arms tighter against the restraints. His fingers remained inside her as he pushed his penis into her vagina, forcing a deep growl to escape her throat.

“Yes,” she whispered as he slid slowly out of her and back in, sheathing his full length into her tight body.

“More?” he asked.

“Yes,” she insisted, knowing he wanted to hear her say it, and she was rewarded by the hard thrusting of his shaft as he quickly rammed into her, harder and harder, his fingers moving in and out of her bottom. She tried to lift her hips, but the pressure of him against her was too heavy and she couldn’t move. She was completely restrained and at his mercy. It was frustrating, but intoxicating, unable to move, unable to resist, and it made her feelings intensify.

“Oh God, Sandra,” she heard him groan as he thrust his penis and his fingers deep inside her.

Two deep penetrating thrusts and he stilled, growling deep as he spilled his seed into her. The sensation was hot and tipped her over the edge, causing her to cry out again, her body climaxing around him. It was thrilling, hot and passionate, everything she had read about in her romance novels, and everything she secretly hoped to someday feel was happening to her in one incredible moment.

As she struggled to regain air in her lungs, Creighton slowly pulled his fingers out of her bottom, his manhood softening slightly within her. She sighed, drifting down into a satisfied afterglow, a contented smile etching her lips.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked her with an amused edge to his deep tone.

“Are you saying you didn’t?” she panted in return, and he laughed as he moved off the bed.

“I can’t imagine a single inch of you that I wouldn’t find pleasure with,” he told her, releasing the restraints around her right ankle.

She moaned with relief as he massaged her aching flesh with his moist fingers, kissing the bottom of her foot and nipping at the pads of her toes. He slowly licked each toe in turn, sucking on the big one, making her giggle with this new sensation. Her legs felt like rubber bands, but his touch was soothing, sensual and warm against her skin. He laid her leg down to the bed, bending it at the knee before he repeated his actions with the opposite side. Once both legs were released and feeling much better, he sat on the bed next to her and kissed her lips tenderly.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, running a gentle finger down her sternum to her navel, circling and teasing the tender flesh.

“Wet,” she said shyly and smiled at his hearty laugh.

“That you are, my love. Very, very wet.”

He reached up and unfastened her wrists, rubbing the delicate skin to bring circulation back into them, kissing the tip of each finger. Once he had paid special attention to her palms, licking and nipping gently at the soft skin, he placed them across her breasts and smiled as he watched her cup each mound, reaching up and slowly pulling her mask off. She blinked repeatedly as her eyes adjusted to the light, then glanced up at the handsome man staring down at her.

“Are you tired? Do you want to rest?”

“I am tired, but not enough to sleep. I think I’m sorer than anything.”

“Too much for the first time?” She nodded.

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I never knew I could feel anything like that.”

“Let’s go use the Jacuzzi,” he told her with a wide smile. “It will help a lot.” Sandra nodded and took the man’s hand as she climbed off the bed, walking beside him as he led her toward the steps to the upper deck.

“Don’t we need a towel?” she asked, receiving a wicked grin from the man next to her.

“There are some on deck, besides, if it were up to me, I’d keep you naked the rest of the day,” he told her with a soft chuckle. “It would make things much easier for when I decide to let you take advantage of me.”

“Oh, really? And if I chose to not take advantage?” They turned the corner, around the weight room and onto the deck, where the Jacuzzi sat.

“I’m sure you’d take advantage once I have you where I want you.”

Sandra giggled, watching as Creighton turned on the bubbling jets, adjusting the temperature, then led her to the edge of the marble tub. He stepped down the three stairs, holding her hand until she was securely inside the water, sitting on the seat next to him.

They snuggled close for several long minutes in silence, each caught up in their own thoughts until their muscles began to relax. Sandra sighed as the tension slowly began to dissolve, leaving her feeling calm and comfortable.

“You are incredible, do you know that?” he whispered. “I have never known a woman who was more eager or could take so much at one time.”

“I have such a great teacher and I am a fast learner. I graduated with a 3.9 GPA.” He chuckled again, his lips moving down to her ear.

“In other words, you can learn more at a much faster rate. I like that.”

“I could stay here like this all day,” she said after a few long moments, turning in his arms and laying her head against his shoulder. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her against his chest.

“So, who’s stopping you?” he asked, and she giggled.

“I’m sure if it were up to you, I’d be cuffed to your bed for a week while you made use of every one of your toys in that kinky kit.” He laughed again as the timer clicked and the bubbles ceased.

“Damn right,” he told her. “But you need a break. We’ll have to work up to a marathon session. Let’s go get something to eat and relax for a while before the crew comes back.” She groaned her rejection.

“No,” she told him. “I don’t want to move.”

“Come on. I need to feed you, so you’ll have the energy for tonight.”

“What do you have in mind for me, Lord Vader?” she asked as he stood up, lifting her to her feet and stepping out of the heat of the marble tub. He laughed again, the sound light, and quickly becoming one of her favorite sounds.

“How are you at poker?” he asked, walking to a wall of cupboards near the stairs and removed two large towels. He handed her one and watched as she wrapped it around her torso. He quickly wrapped the other around his waist, before walking with her back down to the bedroom.

“I am actually quite good at it. My grandfather plays poker once a week and I’ve watched him for years.”

“But have you ever played?”

“Yes, often.”

“For stakes?” he asked as they entered the room. Sandra frowned, watching the man walk to the dresser and opened the drawer, pulling two shirts out and handing her one.

“Yes.”

“Good,” he told her, tossing the towel aside to a nearby chair, then slipped the shirt over his head before he reached down to his discarded pants.

“Why? What did you have in mind?” She slipped on his shirt and looked around the floor for her panties. Creighton held up the very thin black material for her and smiled.

“You’ll have to make do with these, since you so graciously discarded your other ones, and I’m running low on shirts, so don’t throw that one away or I’ll spank you.”

She took the panties and slowly stepped into each leg, smiling as she slid them up across her hips, running her hand over her buttocks as she did, knowing he was watching her.

“You wouldn’t spank me,” she snickered, and he narrowed his eyes seductively.

“Is that a challenge, Miss Dennis?” he asked closing the space between them in a single step. She looked at him innocently, batting her eyelashes. It was back, the sensual teasing that overtook her earlier that morning, making her feel like she was playing with fire.

“Depends on what I get out of it,” she said boldly and smiled even brighter at his hearty laugh, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her tight against him.

“Pure, unadulterated pleasure, my darling,” he assured her. “There is nothing I wouldn’t give for a few moments of having you across my knee.”

“Then why don’t we play for it? Poker I mean?” she asked him smugly. “I’ll let you spank me if you can beat me at cards.”

“It’s a deal,” he agreed, kissing her lips hard and passionately. “But I’m warning you, I am very good.”

She watched the arrogant expression cross his face. She matched his smile with her own, pushing out of his embrace and stepping to the door, turning to look at him over her shoulder.

“Bring it on, Ashford,” she told him.