Casper, Maggie-Kinky Campers 01-In the Woods

In the Woods

Maggie Casper

Delilah Murray isn’t exactly sure how she ended up tied to a tree, being erotically tortured by one of the best-looking men she’s ever met. But she’s going to go with it—and thoroughly savor each and every moment.

Sam Caster enjoys teaching the kink community at BDSM conferences almost as much as he likes playing with newbies. He just needs to keep the fun he’s having with his newest play toy to a weekend-only gig.

But anything is possible when you’re playing in the woods…

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In the Woods

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In the Woods Copyright © 2012 Maggie Casper

Edited by Mary Moran

Cover design by Syneca

Photography: RazoomGame/Shutterstock.com

Electronic book publication February 2012

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In the Woods

Maggie Casper

Acknowledgements

To Scott Smith. Thank you for the experiences and for sharing your passion and excitement of BDSM with me. Much Love!

Author’s Note

It is my opinion that needle play should only be ventured into if the participants have some basic knowledge of the skills needed. If it is something you are interested in but unsure of how to start, go to your local BDSM community and take a class or find a mentor.

Chapter One

Delilah Murray looked down her nude body, past the rope binding her overly large breasts, and sighed. It would do absolutely no good to try to suck in her size-sixteen belly so she didn’t even bother. Shrugging her shoulders to ease the tension there, she winced when bark from the tree at her back bit into tender, exposed flesh.

Once again she wondered what the hell she’d been thinking to sign up for a kinky campout as her first real BDSM event.

Sure, she’d been to a munch before in an attempt to get her feet wet, but this was a whole different story. It had been one of those things she’d been unable to pass up. When she’d gone to the event website and seen the call for demo bottoms, she hadn’t really even considered it given the fact she’d never bottomed for anyone before, much less at an event.

It wasn’t until she’d scrolled to the end of the page and saw a spot where it said those who volunteered, including demo bottoms, would get a break on ticket price that she’d decided to throw caution to the wind.

Peeking from beneath her lowered lashes at the fifty or so people standing in a semicircle around her tree…

Her tree?

Delilah snorted even though she couldn’t help but wonder what they saw? Maybe she should have just paid the full ticket price and come to watch the show herself, she thought as the rope being attached to her ankles, which happened to be separated by a spreader bar, stopped jiggling around.

Oh God! He’s done tying me up, now what the hell is he going to do?

Delilah tried not to panic. Really, she did. It wasn’t working all that well, however, and the faster her breathing got, the more her breasts jiggled. And just when she thought it couldn’t get any worse, it did. She did the unthinkable and giggled.

Not only was she a grown woman, but she was a librarian, and librarians didn’t freaking giggle. They were strict and composed.

Yeah right!
Another peal of laughter escaped her parched lips.

If her hands had been free, she would have covered her face or stuffed a fist in her mouth. Evidently her mirth was contagious, because those watching began to laugh as well. All she could hope for was that they were laughing with her and not at her. If she allowed herself to think otherwise, she would probably start crying and be even more completely mortified.

“Everything okay?”

His voice was low, soothing and so sexy the sound of it made her insides clench with desire.

“Yep, I’m good.”

He was still bent over behind her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her back as he fiddled with something by her hands. At her words, he stopped long enough to peek around the side of the tree at her. Delilah knew he was watching her and didn’t want to open her eyes to meet his gaze, but couldn’t force herself to keep them closed.

His eyes were a deep chocolate brown and they bore right into her, saying more than words alone.

Shit! “Ah, yes Sir. I’m fine.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled slightly, changing the shape. Without a word he went back to whatever it was he’d been doing.

Delilah once again closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on not doing anything else stupid. It wasn’t as easy as it sounded with a man like Sam Caster preparing to do dirty things to her.

They’d met for the first time that morning. He’d seemed somewhat distant. Given the fact being tied to a tree at his mercy probably wasn’t the safest thing she’d ever done. And yet Delilah felt completely safe. She’d read up on him, knew he was well known in his local BDSM community and presented at this same event every year.

After volunteering, she’d been sent a questionnaire asking about her likes and dislikes in areas such as sex, S&M, general kink and Dominant-submissive relationships. For the most part it had been very easy to fill out, especially since she was a virgin at all aspects with the exception of sex, which she thoroughly enjoyed.

After a couple of weeks, Delilah assumed she’d been overlooked either due to her size, lack of experience or both. And then she’d gotten an email from Sam. He’d explained he was perfectly okay with newbies as long as she still had an interest.

He’d gone on to say that as an unattached man he was not only looking for a demo bottom to help out with his presentation, he was also looking for a submissive to serve him for the weekend. That was the most intriguing part to Delilah, and she’d gone on to ask questions, all of which he had no issues at all answering. In short order she’d come to enjoy his straightforward, no-nonsense attitude and agreed. So thinking back on it, being tied to a tree at the mercy of a stranger wasn’t really all that bad, considering she’d agreed to stay in his room and have sweaty, noisy, messy sex with him whenever and however he wanted to.

She liked that he was explicit in his desire to remain single. Delilah figured many women had been hurt by his bluntness. She wasn’t sure if he’d been burned in the past or had just decided commitment wasn’t for him, but he was adamant about their association only lasting the weekend and warned ahead of time that if she had ideas otherwise, they wouldn’t be a good match for a fun-filled time at the conference.

It worked for Delilah. She wasn’t necessarily looking for anything other than the experiences he could offer either. Of course she was a woman, and as such had a tendency toward emotional crap most men would never admit to, but it didn’t seem like an issue to her. Like him, she was only out for a good time. It was all about what they could offer one another, the exchange of energy. A blank canvas in which he could practice his skill set and, as she’d read, offer untried reactions to feed his inner sadist. For her it was an ever-growing desire for the experiences she’d only dared to fantasize about up until that point.

It wasn’t until later that she’d learned his presentation was on bondage in nature, which was why she’d found herself in her current predicament. She couldn’t help it and giggled again. At some point in the last month or so she’d evidently lost her ever-loving mind!

Those around her laughed uproariously. It wasn’t until then that Delilah realized she’d been so lost in her own thoughts she’d missed whatever it was Sam was saying to the class.

Well, damn! But at least it gave her some time to study him. He was one fine specimen of man that was for sure. He had to be over six feet tall, which was nice. His shaved head gleamed in the muted sunlight coming through the trees. He was definitely built. He was the sort of man whose muscles had muscles, and yet they weren’t the overly defined kind men got from lifting weights for hours on end at the gym. His hands had been rough and callused, proving he worked hard. Delilah couldn’t help but wonder what he did for a living then thought better of it, reminding herself she was only there for the kink and hopefully really great sex.

That part really had been a bonus. She’d had a dry spell the last few months, and after killing off a few vibrators, had finally decided to try a bit of celibacy, including no more masturbating. Why she did stuff like that to herself, she’d never understand, but to say the least, it had been a long few weeks.

It was probably a very good thing she was tied to the tree so tightly that she barely had enough room to wiggle her toes and fingers, because given the chance, she would gladly jump the man and fuck him right there on the ground.

Looking up, Delilah realized he was looking at her. No, he was more than looking, he was studying her. And from the way his lips tilted up in a crooked smile, he could either read her mind or she was blushing again.

“Thinking dirty thoughts, Trouble?”

There was no use in trying to hide the fact. She could argue she wasn’t trouble, but doubted it would do any good. Besides, didn’t arguing over it actually make it so? “Yes Sir.”

“Probably not nearly as dirty as mine are.”

He trailed a hand down to the junction of her very wide-open thighs where without so much as a word he thrust what felt like several fingers into her. Delilah couldn’t have kept the scream-turned-moan in had she tried. Not only was he stretching her wide, but there had been no niceties, no preliminaries. She should be pissed or at the very least embarrassed since they had an audience, but she was neither. What she was, was turned-on to the point of nearly coming right where she stood. Her thighs shook with the sensations coursing through her body.

“Do it and I’ll beat your ass to tears right here in front of everyone. You know the rules and agreed to them.”

His tone was clipped, strict. He meant business, which only added to everything she was already feeling. Maybe she should have signed on with one of those service tops she’d read about, the type who only wanted to make their partners happy, instead of the type who wanted it his way and actually meant it.

When he next spoke, his voice had completely changed. Now nearly a purr, he said, “Go ahead. I dare you.” He nibbled on the shell of her ear, making a shiver race down her spine. “I can’t wait to see your face wet, your mascara running. I bet you’re even prettier when your eyes are glistening with unshed tears.”

The thought nearly made her laugh. She’d known he had a thing for tears. For some reason the thought of crying for this man made her pussy slick with need. This was exactly where she wanted to be. The knowledge made her feel like such a slut, which was absolutely freeing. In her mind, in that very moment, slut was a very, very good thing to be!

“Yes Sir.” She panted the words through lips much drier than the ones his fingers were currently plundering. Once again he didn’t speak, merely smiled before removing his fingers from her body and turning his back to her to address the class.

Sam had a hell of a time concentrating on the information he was teaching. It was a damn good thing he’d brought an outline of important points to go over. Had he not, he could very well ended up babbling stupid shit while drooling over the sexy, curvy morsel of womanhood he currently had tied to the tree behind him. She’d agreed to belong to him until tomorrow when the overnight event was over and everyone packed up their tents to leave. She’d cry for him, plead with him to stop and then beg for more when he did.

He’d give her exactly what she wanted and more than likely a taste of that which she’d never even considered. Sam would also make sure his needs were covered. After all, if their encounter wasn’t mutually beneficial to both, why the hell go through with it?

He pulled out a lightweight flogger and used it over her breasts and along her thighs. She seemed to enjoy the experience and responded perfectly for the SM 101 crowd who stood around watching. There were so many things he could do to Delilah while he had her tied to the tree, but he kept things basic since his class wasn’t for the advanced.

Sam welcomed questions, answering them with as much patience as possible. All the while he would walk by and caress, pinch, pluck and pretty much sensually torture Delilah. She was so hot he could scent her on the breeze. Her sex was dripping with need, a need he thoroughly intended to take full advantage of before they even made it back to his cabin.

By the time the last person had asked their questions and everyone had left, Sam was on the verge of violent need, he was so aroused. He took his time untying Delilah, enjoying her groan of pain as stiff muscles began to move. She also seemed anxious over what might happen now that they were alone.

Smart girl.

A sort of restless energy vibrated off her, hitting him in waves. She was like skittish prey to his inner animal. And the animal was about ready to pounce.

“Put on your skirt and blouse. The rest goes in my bag.” His presentation was done, now it was time to test the new girl and see how far he could push her.

She eyed him warily for a second before rummaging through her clothing for the bra and panties he’d just, in not so many words, forbidden her to wear. In short order, she was once again dressed. She painted a cute picture in her knee-length skirt and button-up blouse, which totally clashed with her low-cut socks and tennis shoes.

It was the first, and hopefully only, disagreement they would have over the weekend. She’d shown up wearing high-heeled sandals to a camping event. Not the smartest thing to do in his opinion, but it had been taken care of even if she hadn’t completely agreed, stating that her current outfit made her look silly.

As patient as ever and yet as moveable as a brick wall, Sam had explained that while they were together whether or not she looked silly was entirely up to him. Hell, he might dress her up silly in order to break her of the need to control and worry over it. So many evil thoughts came into his mind.

He couldn’t help it. He laughed. Delilah turned to look at him, her brows furrowed, eyes narrowing a bit as if trying to figure out what such a laugh meant. He could almost guarantee that by the end of the weekend hearing that specific laugh would have the ability to scare and excite the hell out of her all at the same time.