Sandra leaned back in her chair, sipping on a glass of red wine, watching the man who had been staring at her silently throughout their lunch. The remains of lasagna sat on the table, along with the empty bowl of salad and two remaining slices of garlic bread. She hadn’t realized she was so hungry until they began eating. After nearly forty minutes of food, wine, and now cream cheese croissants, she was beginning to feel quite comfortable and quite full.

Creighton smiled wickedly at her, tipping his chair back on two legs. She could tell by the look on his face, he was thinking about something indecent and intriguing, and she couldn’t help but smile back. He sipped on the wine for a few silent minutes before setting his glass on the table, leaning forward and staring her in the eye.

“What do you say we make the stakes a little interesting?” he asked, leaning his elbows on the table.

“What did you have in mind?” She felt suddenly brave, eager to challenge his skills at cards, and just as eager to lose.

“Besides the spanking, which I am very eager to take advantage of, for every hand I win, you surrender one day of your vacation to me. I want every minute you have left in Europe.”

“And what if I win? What do I get?”

“What would you like?” Sandra frowned as she looked into the sapphire eyes that watched her.

“I’m not sure,” she said honestly. “I’ve never played against such a skillful opponent before.”

“I thought you said you played for stakes with your grandfather?”

“I have, things like pennies, toothpicks, gumballs, even chores, but he never offered to spank me if I lost.” Creighton laughed, his eyes alight with pleasure and good humor as he leaned back in his chair.

“I should hope not. That would be a little creepy. How about if you win, I’ll show you how to use the kinky kit yourself?” Sandra blushed deeply.

“I couldn’t do anything like that,” she said shyly.

“Not even for me? You danced for me, it’s not much different.”

“It’s very different, besides I liked dancing for you. It was…exciting.” Creighton laughed and stood from the table, walking around to kneel in front of her.

“Then dance for me again,” he told her. “I have a few items that will stimulate the moves, for both of us.”

“Like what?”

Sandra’s curiosity was growing, though she couldn’t remember ever feeling so wicked or wanton before. It was this man, she assured herself, he had a way of making her feel things she never had before, a way of making her want things she never knew existed. She felt the sting of sexual erotica and found herself enjoying the fact that she could tease him so easily. Creighton laughed, running his hands up her calves to her knees, then to her inner thighs.

“Why don’t we play a couple of hands and see what happens?” he suggested. “If you’re as good as you say, you can tell me what you want, and I’ll obey.” Sandra nodded softly, trying to control her breathing so he wouldn’t know how much he was affecting her.

“Do you even have any cards?” she asked as he reached for her hand and pulled her to her feet.

“Of course.” He walked to the cabinet on the opposite end of the entertainment room and opened a drawer, pulling out a new deck of cards. “Do you want to play in here or on deck?” Sandra blushed.

“We can’t go on deck,” she said in a shocked tone. “What if someone saw us? I don’t want people to see me get spanked for your pleasure.”

“Who’s to care if they see us playing cards? After your little strip tease this morning, I doubt poker is anything that would strike a fancy. Besides, the spanking is for both our pleasures. I would think you’d be more worried about people seeing us shag afterward.”

Sandra laughed, blushing profusely. She remembered how easy it was for her to strip earlier that morning and loved the look on his face when she did. But to get spanked and shagged afterward seemed…. intriguing.

“Let’s just stay in here,” she answered, watching as he shrugged his shoulders and walked to the game table in the corner. Sandra followed suit and sat on a chair opposite him as he opened the seal on the cards and began shuffling the deck.

“Choose your poison,” he said, glancing up at her.

“Five-card draw, deuces wild and to make it interesting, one call each.”

The look on the man’s face was priceless and she smiled innocently, watching him stumble in his shuffling, sending cards sailing across the table. He narrowed his eyes at her, then gathered the cards and began shuffling them again.

“I know what you want if you win, but if I win…I think I want you to sing for me.” She watched as he fumbled his shuffling again, this time he managed to hold all the cards together.

“I don’t sing,” he told her with a frown.

“I don’t care how you sound,” she insisted. “If I win, you sing I Am Woman by Helen Reddy. Oh yeah, on the deck and in the buff.”

“You want me to sing to you, completely starkers on deck? You were worried about people seeing you get spanked, but it’s alright if people see me naked and singing?”

“Yep.”

“You are going to get a very serious spanking, Miss Dennis.”

Sandra laughed as he began to deal the cards. She picked them up and smiled. Ten, jack and ace of spades. A perfect start to a royal flush, she thought as she laid a three of hearts and a four of clubs down as he adjusted his hand and glanced up.

“Two please,” she said and waited as he dealt two more cards, removing the ones in front of her. She picked them up, her heart pounding in her ears as she looked at them. She fought to keep the grin from her face, slipping the cards into the mix and looking up at the eyes that sparkled like rare sapphires.

“Dealer takes one,” he said, placing the card in his hand. “I’ll call,” he told her with a twinkle in his dark eyes.

She smiled, laying the cards on the table, watching the expression of horror and utter shock cross his handsome face. Besides the ten, jack and ace, Sandra secured the queen and king of spades. Creighton narrowed his eyes, lying down a full house. Two tens and three fours. Good, but not as good as her royal flush. Sandra’s smile widened, leaning back in her chair, a wicked gleam in her eyes as she raised a single brow. Creighton drew a deep breath as he pulled his tee-shirt off.

“I don’t know this song of yours, I’m afraid.”

Sandra stood and hurried down the hall to the bedroom, ignoring the display of wrinkled bedding, kinky toys and handcuffs spread across the very used bed. She pulled her iPod from her purse and shuffled through the many songs as she walked back into the room, just in time to see Creighton remove his jeans. She blushed at the revelation that he had not bothered to put on underwear, then quickly found the song she was looking for. She turned it on, allowing the song to filter through the small speaker. Creighton listened for a few minutes, his eyes narrowing at her.

“You seriously expect me to sing that?” he asked, and she smiled, fighting back the laughter as she nodded her head.

He growled verbally at her, took the iPod in one hand and her hand in the other, pulling her up the steps to the top deck. She walked beside him, looking around to make certain nobody was watching, very much aware that he had not bothered to check for himself. He stepped to the middle of the deck where they had eaten breakfast. Sandra briefly registered that their meal had been cleaned up and removed, leaving only a wrinkled tablecloth across the small table. Creighton pushed the button on the iPod and turned to face her as she sat in a lounge chair to watch.

“I am woman, hear me roar,” he began, and Sandra’s laughter exploded as she watched him, his arms spread out at his sides while he struggled to sing with the woman’s voice coming from the small device. He was about two beats behind her but managed to keep up for two full verses. When he reached the chorus, he began to move his hips, dancing a ridiculous imitation of a singing diva, causing Sandra to laugh so hard she started crying, her arms wrapping around her aching sides.

“I am woman, watch me grow,” he shouted, raising his voice slightly in imitation of a female voice, his hips gyrating, his muscular chest poked out and his back arched. “I am woman. I am invincible. I am strong. I am woman.”

He finished with his hands on his hips, then smirked back at her while she wiped the tears from her eyes. Sandra began to applaud him as he bowed to her, tossing her the iPod and reaching out to take her hand. He pulled her from her seat and kissed her lips hard in punishment.

“That was very good,” she teased him, still smiling.

“Just wait,” he warned her. “Now that I know how vicious of a winner you can be, I’ll make sure you don’t do it again.”

“I don’t see how you can change it. I told you, I’m very good.”

“So, I’ve learned,” he told her with a wicked grin. “But as far as cards go, you’re not going to win another hand.”

“We’ll see,” she said, and they walked back down the stairs and into the entertainment room, taking their seats around the game table.

He sat naked on the chair across from her, handing her the cards and watching as she shuffled them very effectively as though trained in a Monte Carlo casino. His smile turned genuine, admiring her beyond words.

“You never cease to amaze me, do you know that?” he asked her, watching her deal the cards.

“Why do you say that?”

“You are such a unique woman. Brave, kind, talented, and very intriguing, not to mention absolutely gorgeous. I think I could spend a lifetime getting to know you and never learn everything.”

“You’re quite the romantic, Mr. Ashford,” she said as she finished the deal and lifted her cards.

“It’s not difficult when you’re with someone you want to show the world to.”

He picked up the cards in front of him and began to place them in order. Sandra felt the intensity radiating from him and found her heart pounding wildly. She wanted him to show her the world and all the secret, perverted little tricks he had learned along the way. She glanced down at her cards, actually wanting him to win this hand, hoping he would continue his private lessons.

She placed her cards in order and frowned. She had a good hand, even without exchanging cards, and she had to struggle to determine if she wanted to play the straight, she was dealt, or allow him to beat her…. literally.

“Why so solemn?” he asked, and she looked up to see him watching her closely. She blushed and chose to let fate take its turn.

“Just wondering what I should make you do this time when you lose,” she lied.

“Think you have that good of a hand, do you? Then let’s play what we were dealt. I call.” She gasped as he laid down four queens and a deuce. He was dealt these just as she was dealt the straight.

“What do you have?” he asked her boldly, a challenging smile on his lips. She laid down the straight and frowned. She knew what he had planned, and as much as he had made her punishment sound seductive, she was suddenly frightened.

“Looks like you lose, my love,” he told her gently and rose to his feet. He walked to her, taking her hand and lifting her from her chair, tipping her chin to look into her bright green eyes. “Don’t be afraid,” he told her, reading her expression. “It will be far more pleasurable than painful.” He leaned into her and kissed her lips until she was breathless, panting, and clinging to his neck.

“Stay here,” he ordered, kissing the tip of her nose and left to go into the bedroom.

Sandra stood there next to the table, her knees shaking and her palms sweating as she listened to his footsteps hurry away, returning a few moments later. He stepped up behind her, slipping his arms around her waist, pulling her back against him.

He began kissing the tender skin beneath her ear, licking a hot path down her neck as she laid her head back against his shoulder, allowing him full access to her throat. He softly bit the sensitive flesh, then slowly pulled her shirt up to expose her torso, massaging her stomach, running his long fingers up her ribcage to her breasts. He gently massaged the tender nipples until she moaned, then lifted the shirt over her head, tossing it to the floor.

She felt his hand slide down her stomach and inside her panties, playing with the soft brown curls and she moaned louder as his finger slipped between her labia, massaging her swollen clitoris. Sandra pushed her behind into him, feeling his full erection press against her and he moaned in her ear.

“I want you,” he whispered, and she could feel her excitement rise.

He slipped a long finger into her and she nearly cried out, but the encounter was brief. Before she could lose herself completely in his touch, his finger slid out of her and he bent down, pulling her panties across her hips to her ankles. He pulled the material tight, tying her ankles together with the black material, causing her to gasp as he lifted her into his embrace. He carried her to the leather sofa that faced the flat-screen television, and sat on the edge, holding her in his lap as he deftly kissed her. A few heated moments passed before he lifted his head and held up a string of beads for her to inspect.

“I’m going to put these in you and then I’m going to spank you. When we’re finished, I’m going to make love to you. Alright?” She blinked at him. She wasn’t sure she wanted to do this, but she didn’t have the courage to deny him, either. She found herself nodding against her own logic as he kissed her neck.

“What are they used for?” she asked shyly, looking down at the string of dark red beads.

“They are anal beads,” he explained. “They are meant for added excitement.”

“You mean you’re going to put them…there?” He laughed softly, leaning his forehead against hers.

“Don’t be frightened. I promise you’ll enjoy them.” He picked up the bottle of lubricant from the sofa beside him, and she noticed the black leather hand sitting next to them where the bottle had been.

“Hold them,” he ordered and placed the beads in her hand, forcing her fingers to wrap around them. He pulled them slowly out of her hand, one bead at a time and she gasped. “This is how it will feel inside you, but with much more pleasure, like my fingers earlier. But I have to make certain they are prepared properly.” He flipped the lid on the bottle of lubricant open, and uncurled her fingers, laying the beads flat in her hand then very carefully dribbled the liquid across each bead.

“Rub them,” he told her and smiled a half-grin as she closed her hand and rolled them inside her palm. “Hold on to them and stand up.” She did as he instructed, while he balanced her on her restrained feet, spreading his legs slightly and turning her to face him. “Lay across my legs,” he told her and watched the blush creep up her neck. She slowly did as he ordered, then felt the heat of her embarrassment filter its way down her body.

Sandra tightened her bottom when his hand touched her cheeks and listened to his soft chuckle. He slowly massaged her buttocks, kneading her firm muscles with his large hands until she relaxed. He slipped a long finger between her cheeks and caressed her anus, causing her to moan unexpectedly.

The warm stickiness of the lubricant fell onto her backside as he massaged it into her skin. The more he massaged the warmer it became, and she gasped at the sensation.

“It’s a warming gel,” he told her in answer to her unspoken inquiry. “The more you touch it, the warmer it gets. It’s the perfect lubricant for what we’re going to do. Now, let me have the beads.” Sandra handed him the string of marble-sized beads and tensed again.

“Relax,” he ordered. “It won’t hurt.”

She closed her eyes tight and hid her face in her elbow as he slowly inserted the string, one bead at a time. The first bead was very awkward and slightly painful, the second was more pressure than pain and by the time the last bead was inserted, she felt nothing but the heat of the lubricant and an odd arousal that caused her to breathe in ragged pants.

Creighton began to massage her bottom again with one hand, causing the heat to rise. His fingers moved to her anus and he began massaging the opening as the heat of the gel increased. She began to move her bottom, amazed at the sensation from the beads as well as the heat of the gel. He moved his knee between her legs, forcing them further apart across his lap. His hand pressed against her low back as her hips rose slightly, holding her securely against his long legs, and then it happened.

A sharp stinging sensation struck her bare skin and she yelped. It wasn’t painful, but shocking and the beads seemed to jump inside her. Again, he spanked her, this time a little lower on her bottom and she squealed softly. He began to gently massage the spot where he had struck, causing the warmth of the gel to build across her tender flesh, making her moan. He spanked again, followed by his large hand massaging the area. He continued the strike-massage pattern for several long moments until she felt dizzy and breathless, each strike was a little further down her bottom until it struck the junction of her buttocks and she screamed softly in surprise.

Creighton struck her again and she moaned, loudly. He massaged her, and she wiggled her hips, pressing her soft curls against his leg. This rhythm continued for three more strikes. He slapped her hard, causing her to screech in surprise and pain, then he massaged her. He struck her between her cheeks, but this time he didn’t massage her, instead, he struck her again, just as quickly and just as hard, the beads pressing deeper into her bottom. Once more and she felt it. The familiar explosion of her climax overtook her, and she began to gyrate against his lap. Her release was deep as she called out to him, her hands clutching the sofa beneath her head. He spanked her twice more and her orgasm deepened even further, and she found herself biting the leather cushion to help steady and control her outbursts.

With skillful hands, Creighton lifted her off his lap to kneel on the floor in front of the sofa, her breasts lying against the soft leather. Sandra moaned again as he reached around the front of her and thrust two fingers quickly into her vagina, moving her into a ready position of passion. She moaned when he removed his fingers then slipped an arm around her waist, lifting her to lean on her knees on the edge of the sofa. Her arms braced on the back of the cushions as he held her securely around the hips, slipping the tip of his penis into her wet canal. It was tight, but his movements were fluent and easy as he thrust into her, making her moan again. The sensation of the beads in her bottom was alien yet arousing as they pressed against the wall between her vagina and her rectum, massaging her passage with every movement he made.

Sandra listened to the heavy panting from the man behind her. He massaged the firm muscles of her buttocks, slapping her bottom gently with his bare hand and chuckling when she gasped. She could feel the heat of the gel spreading across her bottom again and she moaned loudly. Again, he spanked her, and again he massaged her. It was a pain-pleasure sensation that was quickly driving her insane.

“That’s it, my love. Relax into it.”

His thrusts began to pick up and Sandra found her arousal growing, feeling his strong full penis inside her grow thicker, knowing he was nearly spent, and then it happened…again. The dizzy sensation of passion overtook her, and she cried out loudly, primal, calling his name. Instantly, he answered her plea and thrust against her hard and fast, spilling his heat inside her, joining her release with a growl she was becoming accustomed to. Before she had a chance to regain her composure, he pulled the beads from her bottom in one quick movement.

It was such an overwhelming sensation that Sandra found herself climaxing again quickly, causing Creighton to chuckle, spanking her bottom with his hand again, hard. He slowly withdrew from her, untying her ankles and wrapping his arms around her hips. He moved his hand between her legs, pressing against her vaginal opening with his palm, and smiled as her deep orgasm continued. Leaning down behind her, he began nipping at her firm buttocks gently. Several moments passed before she felt the leather press against her quivering body as he laid her down to the sofa, collapsing into it, panting.

They lay embraced for several long moments until their breathing returned to normal and their heartbeat slowed to a steady thump. Sandra smiled shyly. The sensation of being in this man’s arms was one she would never forget.

“That’s one hand each,” he whispered into her ear. “Time to play for higher stakes.” She giggled as he licked a heated path across the back of her shoulder.

“I don’t know if my backside can handle another hand, either yours or the cards.” Creighton laughed, gently slapping her bottom.

“Then concede the game and I’ll give you my final demand.”

“What exactly did you have in mind?” Sandra shifted slightly so she turned on her back to look up at him.

“I want the rest of your time in France, Sandra.” He told her boldly. “I don’t want to be away from you a single moment.” Sandra smiled, touching his cheek softly with the tips of her fingers.

“And what would you like to do with all this time I give you?”

“Besides making you scream in passion a dozen times a day, I’ll do everything, anything you would like. I’ll show you France in a way you never would with a tour group.” Sandra thought of spending the next ten days with this man and found her heart skipping a beat.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk by the end of my time here if I agree.”

“I could always promise not to touch you again,” he offered. “So long as I have you by my side, I can find joy as equal as that of your body.”

“You’re a very gallant man, do you know that?” Creighton smiled. “But as promising as your words are, I highly doubt you would keep to them. Not to mention, it wouldn’t be much fun.”

“It would be worse than hell keeping my hands off you, but I would do it if you asked.”

“I should probably say no then, and insist you take me back to my hotel.”

“And if I promise to ravage you on a daily basis?” Sandra’s smile widened, and she giggled.

“Then I shall surrender my heart, my soul, and my vacation to you, kind sir.” Creighton kissed her hard, silently promising her everything his words never could.

“So, it’s a bargain,” he said a few breathless moments later, rolling her beneath him as he positioned his rekindled erection between her bent legs. “For the next ten days, I promise to drive you wild.”

“My little sister is graduating university next month,” Creighton began a little while later as they reclined on the sofa, naked and moist from the perspiration of their recent escapade. “I would like very much for you to come to it with me.” Sandra frowned, unsure how to tell him that she just couldn’t afford another trip to Europe any time soon.

“I don’t know if I can,” she began slowly. “I have work, and I’m not sure if I can justify taking any more time off right now.”

“I want you with me, Sandra,” he said sternly. “Not just for now, but always.”

“Long-distance relationships never work out,” she said sadly, standing and walking to the bar, pouring herself another glass of wine.

Her heartfelt like it was breaking, and she didn’t know how to stop it. It wasn’t until he reached her, pulling her hands into his that she realized she was crying. He gently wiped away her tears, hugging her close to his bare chest.

“We can make it work if you’re willing.” His words were gentle as he held her tightly against him. “We can spend the weekends together and every holiday we can think of. Until things get much more serious, that is. I can come to the U.S. sometimes, and you can come to England others.”

“Creighton, you have to understand. I don’t come from a wealthy family. It took me two years to save up enough money to come here, and I wouldn’t have been able to come this soon if it wasn’t for a contest my sister entered me in. I just don’t have the money to fly to England every weekend.”

“Who said anything about you paying?” he asked sternly. “I want to see you. I want to be with you. I will move heaven and earth if I have to, to make that happen.”

“I can’t accept your money.” She pushed out of his grip and turned her back to him. “I can think of a couple of five-letter words that describe women who use a man’s money.”

“I can think of only one four-letter word.” She turned to him frowning.

“Wife. Marry me, Sandra.” She stared at him with disbelief in her eyes. She knew she had met the only man in the world whom she would be able to love but to marry him. She had known him for three days. What would Cathy say if she returned home the wife of a man she barely knew? What would her grandparents say, not to mention his family? This was insane.

“Don’t answer me just yet,” he began slowly, reading the confusion on her face. “The crew will be back in half an hour. We’ll go back to Corte d’Azur tomorrow and get your stuff from the hotel. We can discuss it more before your time in France is up. That way, it will give you a chance to get to know me better. You’ll find that I don’t snore, or fart, or burp, and I promise to pick up my socks and shut the toilet seat.” She couldn’t help but smile at his teasing.

“I know this is sudden,” he said pulling her back into his embrace. “But I have loved you from the very moment I laid eyes on you. I promise to spend the rest of my life making you happy, and I will give you everything your heart desires. I’m not crazy, and Scotland Yard or the FBI, or anything even similar, is not looking for me. I’m an honest, hardworking businessman who is very devoted to his family and just wants to spend the rest of his life with the woman he’s in love with. Just please think about it?”

“This is all happening way too fast,” she said softly. “I’m not a spontaneous person, Creighton. I mean, the time we’ve spent together has been amazing, and I’d love to continue it for the rest of my life, but I can’t just abandon everything for a fairytale. I have obligations at home. I have a job, my grandparents, my sister. I can’t just leave all that behind without careful and thorough consideration.”

“Alright,” he said gently. “I won’t push, but I still want you to think about it, please?” Sandra was silent for a moment as she studied his sincere face.

“I’ll think about it.” He smiled and softly kissed her lips for a few long moments.

“Okay. Let’s go clean things up. Maybe we can go diving before the day is over?”

“That sounds great, but I don’t think you can make love to me underwater.” He laughed at her, lifting her into his embrace, his hands supporting her bottom as he raised her higher into his arms, her breasts level with his nose, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“I’ve never tried, but as we’ve discovered recently, there’s a first time for everything.”

He leaned into her, taking her breast in his mouth and sucking hard. The sensation stung against her sore nipples, but it was only momentary, and she moaned in pleasure as his tongue began to trace her delicate nipples.

“We’re never going to get things put away before the crew comes back if you don’t stop looking so desirable,” he teased her.

“We’d be able to do a lot more if you didn’t get so distracted.”

She giggled as he gently bit her breast, avoiding the nipple completely. He set her down and slapped her bottom, causing her to screech, her eyes alight with relived memories of what had occurred between them.

“Let’s get dressed, and get your kinky kit put back together so it doesn’t frighten the hell out of the crew,” he said with a laugh, turning her toward the door. “We don’t want anyone to think we’re some sort of degenerates, do we?”

Sandra blushed but found it difficult to hide her laugh. She did feel like a degenerate, but a very happy, very satisfied, and very confused, degenerate.

Creighton’s Steward was a middle-aged British man named Garman Ward. He was stern and very proper, and kept the yacht and staff in line, making certain everyone did his - or her - job without hesitation. Creighton and Sandra had spent the afternoon scuba diving and returned to the ship shortly after twilight to find wine and cheese waiting for them in the parlor. After their large lunch, having a simple snack was perfect, allowing them time to enjoy the evening together.

Sandra sat curled beside Creighton on the large leather sofa, the soundtrack from the opera Agrippina echoed softly over the stereo speakers, making the end of their day quiet and peaceful. The violins played beautifully, and Sandra closed her eyes as she listened, feeling the orchestra filter through her mind, relaxing her fully.

“Are you tired?” Creighton asked, causing her to open her eyes, then smiled up at the man who watched her.

“Not at all,” she answered. “I was just listening to the music. Tell me about this piece. What is it about?”

“Agrippina was composed by George Frideric Handel in the early eighteenth century,” he began, resembling a talking encyclopedia. “It’s a comedy about Nero’s mother, Agrippina, who plotted the downfall of the Roman Emperor Claudius. It was considered one of the best operas composed by Handel. Full of typical political allusions. He was only twenty-four when he wrote this.”

“It’s quite nice.” They remained silent for several moments listening to the musical. “Have you ever seen this performed on stage?”

“Yes, once,” he answered. “I was a teenager and my gram took me to see it. She took all of us to the theater, in turn, to enrich our minds and affect our future. She believed that we should have a chance to experience culture and the arts. Andrew liked it more than I did, though I really enjoy the theater.”

“Do you go often?”

“I have season tickets, but I don’t get to go as often as I would like. I’m always working.”

“Who is Andrew?” she asked, taking a sip of her wine.

“My brother. He’s two years older than I am.”

“You don’t sound very fond of him.” Creighton frowned, looking at the wine in his glass.

“I love my brother, but no, I’m not very fond of him. He and I have always had our differences. Where I love living on a farm and working with the animals, he loves the city, the excitement, and the noise. He’s a homicide detective in London and hates telling anyone he’s from humble beginnings.”

“What about your other siblings? What do they do?”

“Derek is married with three kids and one on the way. He’s the eldest. Sabrina is two years younger than I, and just graduating university, and Irena has one year left of school before she goes off to university. She’s very smart and most likely will graduate ahead of her class.”

“Where do they live?”

“Derek has a small farm near my parents, but he hires most of it out. He’s a solicitor and doesn’t have the time needed to care for it, but like me, he’s a farm boy at heart. It’s really a great way to raise kids. Sabrina is going to Oxford, so she lives in a flat near campus, and Irena lives at home with our parents. We get together once a month for Sunday tea.”

“You sound like you have a very close family.” Creighton smiled, looking into her bright eyes.

“We really do. I guess it’s because we weren’t raised with a lot of money. It makes us thankful for our family. We weren’t poor, mind you, but we didn’t have a lot of luxuries, either, just the necessities. If it weren’t for a trust my grandfather left each of us, we wouldn’t have been able to go to University.”

“Where did you go to school?”

“Mont Rose College of Management and Sciences,” he said proudly.

“And you studied finance?”

Creighton watched her over the rim of his glass as he took a sip of his wine.

“Does it show?” he asked.

“You just have a no-nonsense attitude when it comes to money. My grandfather is a lot like that. He never went to college, but he’s very smart. He was a lot like your father. He dropped out of school to take care of the family, but with careful planning, and wise investing, he was able to purchase three hundred acres on the edge of town. Now, he’s thinking of selling it and moving someplace warmer. The cold weather really affects his arthritis.”

“Whom is he selling the land to?” Creighton asked with a slight frown.

“There’s a company that wants to buy it to build a telecommunications plant. You may know the company. They are based out of England.”

“That’s your grandfather’s land?” he asked absently with a deeper frown, speaking more to himself than her, causing Sandra to frown in return.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

Creighton remained quiet for a moment, glancing down to his glass again and shrugged.

“Just seems like a lot of land to sell. Does he need the money that badly?”

“Not really,” she answered, unconvinced at his attempt to recover. “He’s been thinking of selling for a while, but the mayor of our town is pushing him to make the deal. I think he’ll probably do it, but not for the price the mayor thinks it is worth. The idiot is so eager for the plant to be built in Hoisington that he’d sell his own mother if she wasn’t already dead.”

Creighton chuckled softly, draining his wine glass in one large swallow before standing and walking to the stereo, flipping it off.

“What do you want to do now?” he asked, placing his empty glass on the credenza, then turned and smiled wickedly as he walked back to her. He sat on the coffee table in front of her and placed his hand on her leg, causing an electric tingle to travel up her legs to that secret spot that he so loved to excite.

“What did you have in mind?” she asked with a soft blush.

“Depends. How tired are you?” Sandra bit her bottom lip, forcing the giggle back and smiled brightly. “I know you’re sore, but we can go slow and play a little, or we can make love like last night. Unless you’re tired and would rather sleep?”

“I’m not tired,” she assured him, perhaps a little too eagerly. He took the glass from her hand and set it on the table next to him and stood up.

“Then let’s go to bed and discuss our options.”

Sandra couldn’t resist any longer and laughed as a result of nerves, or excitement, she wasn’t certain which. Creighton held out his hand for her and helped her stand before quickly wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close to his chest.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked gently, leaning down and kissing her cheek.

His lips caressed the skin up to her ear and the tender flesh of her neck, before lifting her in his arms, and carrying her back to the master bedroom. He pushed the door open and walked through, kicking it closed behind them before taking her to the bed, lowering her to the covers. Once she was stretched out on the mattress, he lowered his long frame across her and locked his lips to hers.

“Tell me what you want,” he whispered against her mouth, teasing her lips with the tip of his tongue. Sandra gasped. She wasn’t sure what to say. A part of her wanted to play, but another part really liked how it felt last night.

“I just want you,” she said honestly. “Any way I can get you.”

“You have me already,” Creighton said as he pressed his mouth against her harder, passionately and she was sure she would have swollen lips by the time he was finished.

“Let’s discuss your experiences today,” he said after a few moments, climbing off the bed and walking into the adjoining office.

He returned the kinky kit in his hand and set it on the edge of the bed, opening it for her to look through. He winked at her before he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him and allowing Sandra to look at the many items in silence.

She blushed as she remembered how she felt when he introduced her to several of them. She thought about how she felt before he used them, and how she felt about them now. She had been so afraid at first, but after experimenting and playing, she realized it was more of the unknown that she feared.

Creighton returned a few minutes later with a bottle of champagne and two glasses, a bowl of strawberries, and a small plate of cream-filled pastries. He set them on the bedside table and poured two glasses of the sweet liquor.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked her gently.

“Why did you introduce me to all of this?” She asked him, realizing that she didn’t know anyone who explored this side of sex…at least she didn’t think she did.

“Lovemaking can be loads of fun,” he answered as he sat the champagne bottle back on the side table. “What makes it exciting is the foreplay. Women need to play more than men do. Hell, we can get a woody at the drop of a hat, but women need to be encouraged. I didn’t know how innocent you were when we first met, or I probably wouldn’t have shown you all of this. But you were willing, and you’ve had fun, so I don’t see a problem with continuing.”

“I had no idea there was this kind of sex out there,” she said, taking the glass he handed her. “I mean, I’ve heard people talk about sex games and toys, but I never asked questions about it.”

“And now that you know about it, how do you feel?”

“It really isn’t as scary as I assumed it would be when you first brought this stuff out.” Creighton smiled, stretching out beside her on the bed. “How long have you done this kind of thing?”

“A few years.”

“Have you done it with a lot of women?”

“Yes, a fair amount.”

“How many? Ballpark figure I mean.”

Creighton sighed, taking a drink from his glass.

“Around twenty, I guess.”

Sandra stared at him wide-eyed. Okay, so not quite as bad as she had thought, but more than she would have assumed.

“Have you used this sort of stuff on all of them?”

“Yes, and more.”

“What do you mean more?”

“My life has been a mixture of BDSM and deep perversion. I’ve experimented and played very intensely for several years. The women I’ve had in my life have all been consenting adults, who agreed and encouraged the playing. I love being the dominator in a sexual relationship, filled with toys and bondage.”

“So, you like to cause pain?”

“Yes, sometimes, but mostly I like to create orgasms. Playing is great for both partners.”

“How extreme have you been in this stuff?” she asked, feeling slightly dizzy over the path their discussion was going. Creighton caressed Sandra’s cheek softly with a long finger.

“Very,” he answered slowly. Sandra didn’t say anything, she didn’t know what to say. All she could do was stare and wonder. “I’ve done a lot of things when it comes to sex, Sandra,” he said after a few silent moments. “Some pretty dark things. I’ve done the toys, the bondage, the S and M games, the group sex, the positions, and the pornography. But I haven’t done the vanilla thing since Miriam.”

“What’s vanilla?”

Creighton chuckled.

“It’s a term used in BDSM that refers to plain sex, expressed only through bodies, no toys, no abuse, no external involvement.”

“In other words, you can’t be satisfied unless you’re doing all this stuff?” She was afraid of what he may say in reply to her question. He reached out and lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to look into his eyes.

“I enjoyed last night more than I ever thought I would,” he said softly. “I haven’t had a virgin in many years, and I have never enjoyed lovemaking as much as I do with you.”

“But can you be happy with uncomplicated vanilla sex?”

Creighton leaned into her and kissed her lips briefly.

“Can you?” he asked, watching the blush creep up her cheeks. “What’s wrong with bondage? You like it, I like it and the result is pure pleasure. You like the mask, you like the toys. I think you even liked the spanking. If you enjoy it, why not embrace it? Like I said earlier, if more couples would play together, there would be a lot less infidelity.” Sandra was quiet for several moments thinking about all of this as he sighed and sat up next to her.

“Okay, so tell me what you liked most about last night? What did you enjoy?”

“I liked the touching,” she answered.

“And the eating?” She frowned. “When I went down on you…when I ate you? Ever hear of cunnilingus?” She shook her head and frowned.

Creighton smiled, then took her glass and placed it with his on the side table, before rolling her to her back. He ran his hands up the legs of her jeans, quickly unfastening them and pulling them off, discarding them to the floor. With a wicked grin, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down, tossing them aside to fall on top of her pants. He sat between her legs, running his hand up the inside of her thighs, watching the shudder that ran across her body as he bent forward and kissed her soft curls.

She gasped when his tongue began to trace the inner lining of her labia, finding and sucking on her clitoris. He knew exactly where to touch her, and how to excite her, and she moaned, feeling the tingle of arousal. His tongue burned a path of moist heat inside her lips while his fingers slipped into her wet vagina, pressing and rubbing against the front wall. Just when she thought she would go crazy with desire, he stopped and looked up at her, sitting back on his heels.

“Understand now?” he asked. “Eating.” She blushed scarlet and hid her eyes behind her hands.

“Don’t hide from me,” he insisted, reaching up and pulling her hands away from her face, kissing her mouth softly. “I’ll put the blindfold back on you in a few minutes if you want, but right now we need to figure out what you like and don’t like. I don’t want you getting frustrated or angry when I’m making love to you.” He stretched back out beside her and traced her erect nipples through her thin blouse with his long finger, before continuing.

“Tell me what else you enjoyed? What toys were your favorites?”

“I’m not sure,” she said honestly. “I was blindfolded and don’t know which ones you used.” He leaned across her and nuzzled her neck.

“Alright, tell me what you didn’t like, and I’ll tell you which ones we used. I won’t do anything you don’t want to, but I can’t make you feel good if you don’t tell me what you liked.” Sandra thought for a few minutes and turned around to look at him.

“Tell me what you used, in the order you used them, and I’ll tell you if I liked it.” He sighed, reaching into the case and pulled out the handcuffs.

“These?” he asked, and she smiled.

“I liked those…I mean they were alright, and the blindfold wasn’t so bad. I didn’t realize how many other senses I could use at one time, until I couldn’t see what was happening.”

“That’s the whole purpose of the restraints. Take away resistance and you have no choice but to explore new feelings and sensations. So, we will keep them. You remember these,” he said picking up the gold and diamond clamps.

“Are those really diamonds?” she asked suspiciously.

“Yes. Each clamp is about two karats in total. Did you like using them?”

“Yes, at first. But they really started to hurt after a few minutes.”

“You need to have your nipples conditioned in order to endure longer periods of use. I left them on far too long for your first time and I’m sorry. Do you want to keep these in the kit?” She nodded.

“And this,” she said shyly, picking up the purple finger splint.

“How about the crop?” he asked holding up the leather clad stick.

Sandra blushed and nodded, causing him to chuckle again. He held up the long slender white tube with the curved tapered end.

“What is that for?” she frowned.

He gently slid it down to her curls and turned it on. She immediately recognized the buzzing sensation, blushing magenta. Again, she nodded and gasped as he slid it easily inside her, playfully thrusting it in and out until she was panting. But like before, he stopped as she teetered on the edge of release and turned it off, sitting it next to her on the bed.

“Okay, what about these?” he asked holding up the dark red anal beads and the leather hand.

“I don’t really like pain, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.”

He set them aside with the growing pile. She was both amazed and embarrassed that he had used so many toys on her, and that she enjoyed all of them so far.

“Why is there a little bunny on this?” she asked, picking up the blue tube, trying to distract the thoughts filtering through her mind. He took it from her hand and pulled two large pillows from the top of the bed.

“Sit up,” he ordered and tucked the pillows behind her, so she was reclining.

He moved between her legs, lifting them into a bent position at the knee, and began running the object along the junction between them. Sandra closed her eyes and laid her head back when he turned the switch on, feeling the soft vibration.

“You need to watch this,” he ordered her, turning off the toy until she opened her eyes, looking down at what he was doing. She watched with a deep reddening to her cheeks.

“You wanted to know what the bunny does, so watch what I do.”

He slowly inserted the tube into her moist vagina and turned it back on, twisting it and thrusting it slowly in and out of her until she began to moan. Just as she thought she knew what he was going to do, he opened the lips of her labia, moving the bunny toward her clitoris, positioning the ears on either side of it. She gasped at the sensation and moaned deep as the intense feeling began to rise between her legs.

“Do you want to cum?” he asked, and she nodded shyly. “Say it, I want to hear you say the words.”

“I can’t,” she said softly.

“Then I’ll stop,” he threatened and switched the device off, causing her to groan with frustration. “Say it and I’ll turn it back on.”

“Please,” she begged.

“Say it, Sandra. I want to hear the words. I can’t please you unless I know what you want me to do.”

“Creighton, please,” she begged, tears springing to her eyes.

“Don’t hide your desires from me, I need to hear it. Just say the words, my love,” he insisted, leaning into her and kissing her lips tenderly, tracing the outline with his tongue, his teeth capturing her lower lip, tugging gently on it until she moaned again. “Say it, Sandra, tell me what you want,” he said against her mouth in a hushed whisper.

“Please,” she begged in a strangled whisper. “Make me cum.”

She found the words much easier to say than she had thought, and the heat of them burned within her. He smiled against her lips, then switched the tube back on. She moaned almost immediately, feeling the deep heat turn from a simmer to a slow boil.

Creighton moved the tube in and out of her slowly, but just a little, so he could keep the bunny tilted against her clitoris, allowing her to feel the tingling against the sensitive bud. His lips returned to her mouth, forcing her to concentrate on his tongue rather than what he was doing between her legs, and within a few moments the searing heat of her orgasm erupted against the vibration. She moaned deep against his lips, feeling his hand wrap around her wrist, moving her hand to the vibrating device. He pressed her fingers into the plastic shaft, holding her hand around it, moving the blue object in and out of her, faster and faster until she pulled her mouth away from his, and cried out her deep response.

The tube stopped it’s tantalizing humming and was removed from her wet, pulsating body. The hard, warm tip of his penis pressed against her, his hands lifting her hips, tilting her slightly upward as he drove the hard shaft of his erection into her. His manhood picked up the action where the tube left off. She had no idea how, or when, he removed his pants, and frankly she didn’t much care. His thrusts grew deep and quick, and she gasped at the size of him, feeling his heat mounting inside her again. She leaned her head back and felt him go in further, hitting against her cervix and she cried out, her climax bringing his in an instant as he joined her in the splendor of the heated sensation.

Creighton fell against her chest a few moments later. Their breathing matched in panted unison, while they slowly regained their composure, his hands massaging the delicate flesh of her bottom. He slowly pulled out of her, pressing her against the stack of pillows, and turned his head to her delicate breast, nipping it with his teeth through her blouse.

“You are amazing,” he whispered as his lips left her breast and traveled up to her ear. “What happened to my common sense?”

“Did you have any, to begin with?” she teased, listening to his seductive, deep chuckle.

“Definitely not where you are concerned. I’m sorry…again, I didn’t think.”

“You didn’t use a condom, did you?” she asked, her voice less than scolding, more relaxed and accepting of what had happened.

“I am so sorry,” he said, leaning back to sit on his knees. “I don’t know why I can’t remember to use them with you.”

“I’m beginning to think you don’t care if I get pregnant or not.”

He smiled at her, sliding his hands up the inside of her thighs to her stomach, resting there for a moment before moving up her torso, under her shirt and across her bra to her breasts.

“Would it bother you so much if you did get pregnant?” She frowned slightly thinking about it. “I will try and remember them in the future,” he said, mistaking her silence as anger. She smiled softly at him, her hands reaching out and resting on top of his.

“I haven’t known you but a few days and yet I feel like I’ve known you my whole life,” she told him. “I have always believed that things happen for a reason. If I do become pregnant, then it’s meant to be. I’ve known couples who have tried for years to get pregnant and never did, so there’s no promise that it will happen to me.”

“And if it does? Will you tell me?” She smiled at him, rising from the pillow to face him.

“You will be the first to know.”

“You will have to marry me then,” he whispered as his breath caressed her mouth.

“And if I choose to raise our child without you?” she asked with a teasing grin. He narrowed his eyes.

“I’ll put you over my knee and it won’t be for pleasure.”

He pressed his lips against her hard, almost punishing, but she didn’t care. She returned his touch with as much force as she received, causing her heart to jump inside her chest. Having his baby would be wonderful, being married to him and having this type of love every day would be a fantasy come true, but would it last, or was it just a dream? Would she ever be able to convince herself that she deserved this? Would she ever be enough for a man as wild and untamed as he was?