Casper, Maggie-Kinky Campers 01-In the Woods (3 page)

She folded her hands in front of her, fidgeting with her fingers. “Then how do you know what it’s like?”

“What what’s like?” He needed some more information. Although watching her rub the front of her thighs gave him a pretty clear idea of where she was going.

“To be hit with stuff.”

“Depends on what the stuff is. If you’re talking about the walk back, I have no clue what that might have felt like to you. Even if I knew what it felt like firsthand, that wouldn’t tell me anything of how it felt to you.”

She seemed a little surprised by his comment, as if she hadn’t ever thought about it in that way. “I’m assuming you didn’t enjoy it then.”

“I’m not sure.”

“Okay.” At least she didn’t say she didn’t know. Sam hated that with a passion. “Think on it and let me know what did and didn’t work for you.”

“Yes Sir. I will.”

“Very good. Is that all you wanted to talk about?”

She moved toward the bed and sat at the foot of it. “Yeah. I just wanted to know if you had ever bottomed is all.”

There was more to it and Sam knew it. He’d had this conversation before but had never come across anyone who would take him up on his offer. Maybe he’d finally met that person in Delilah.

“Would you like to top me?”

Her gaze snapped up to his, meeting then skittering away before coming back again as if in disbelief. “You would let me top you?”

“Sure. If you agree to my deal.”

Now she seemed completely intrigued. So, Delilah the librarian was a gambler. Who’d have thought it?

“What deal?”

She never looked away from Sam even as he moved to stand before her. “You have half an hour to top me. You can do whatever you want to me within the parameters we agreed upon. After your thirty minutes are up, I have fifteen minutes to do whatever I want with you, also within the limits previously agreed upon.”

She licked her lips. “Could you go first?”

She was smart as well as beautiful. “Nope. Take it or leave it, Lila. Your choice.”

Sam could almost smell the smoke she was thinking so hard. He couldn’t help but wonder why she might go through with it, considering he already had her consent to do anything he wanted to her, within her set limits. Was the thought of topping him, of putting him in his place, such a draw?

Delilah placed her hands on his waist then pulled herself to standing. When they were face-to-face, she surprised the hell out of him. “It’s a deal then.”

Sam sealed their deal the only way he could think to, with a kiss so smoldering hot it could only lead to other, much naughtier things.

Chapter Three

Sitting through dinner with others from the conference was pure torture. There was so much on Delilah’s mind. So much had already happened and was going to happen before the night was over. She didn’t really even taste the food as she ate.

The table was large and seated many. Every place was taken and everyone was talking. The people and conversations were fascinating. It was like a whole different world to Delilah.

She watched Sam from beneath her lashes. He seemed at ease with everyone around him, talking and laughing with old friends while easily making new ones. Delilah couldn’t imagine him going into a chat room and doing some of the things the other so-called dominants did.

Not for the first time she was very glad she’d finally stepped out from behind her keyboard to actually experience things firsthand. She felt as if it was definitely going to open up new doors for her and she liked that thought a lot.

Once Delilah got involved in the conversations around the table, the rest of the evening went by very quickly. She was both excited and scared to death about the prospect of going back to Sam’s cabin. The deal she’d made with him remained in the forefront of her mind.

She had absolutely no clue what to do to him, how to top him. Heck, she didn’t even know where to start, but she was going to have fun trying it, that was for sure. Delilah didn’t think she was the dominant type, but being a librarian, she’d bossed and shushed her share of people. The thought of doing so to Sam actually made her giggle, garnering his attention.

“Making plans, Trouble?”

Was she? Delilah thought about it. Thought about putting her hair up in the tight bun she often wore with her glasses perched on the end of her nose. She could wear one of the short skirts she’d brought along with the white button-up blouse she already wore. Instead of the modest panties and bra she normally donned to hide all her curves, she could possibly go sans both.

The thought of doing so made her a little nauseous. Sure, he’d seen her naked before and seemed to enjoy the sight, was aroused by it even, but it was still a bit daunting to consider.

After giving it a little thought, she turned toward Sam and smiled wide. “Yes Sir. Just a few.”

His grin rivaled hers. “Good girl. I would have been disappointed if you weren’t.”

His lips curved in a way that had nothing to do with happiness or humor and everything to do with raw, feral anticipation. It made Delilah feel very damn happy she wasn’t the only one.

“I think it’s time to go now, girl.” He stood then leaned over her, whispering, “I’m very curious to see what that pretty little head of yours has come up with.” With that, he grasped her hand, said their good-byes then headed back toward his cabin with her in tow.

Once they’d crossed the threshold into his current living space, Sam pulled her tight to him. The kiss they shared was mind numbing. It stole her breath while breathing life into her as well. The feel of his tongue in her mouth, the warmth and wet of it as he flicked the tip against her top teeth made Delilah shiver.

All of a sudden, she was a nervous wreck. They were back at his cabin. She was in his arms, which was one of her new favorite places to be, and she was going to top him.

Scratch that.

Attempt to top him.

Big difference. Huge…no, ginormous difference. The difference was so large that she once again wanted to giggle.

“So what do you want me to do?”

“We’re starting now?” Delilah squeaked.

“As soon as you tell me what you want me to do, we will.”

When she opened her mouth to do exactly that, Sam stopped her. “Be sure you’re ready. The first command from you starts the clock.”

Nodding, Delilah took a deep, shuddering breath. She had no doubt she could make it through her thirty minutes of topping even if not very well. What she was afraid of was after. What would he choose to do during his time?

“I’m ready.” She breathed deep again, watching as he set an alarm on his cell phone before setting it, along with the rest of the other stuff in his pockets, on the bedside table.

He was waiting for her to lead him, to tell him exactly what it was she wanted him to do. This part was going to be easy. It was something she’d dreamed about since first hearing his voice and then looking him up on the ’net.

After taking up residence on a chair located in the corner of his cabin, she peered up at him. “Strip for me, please. Very, very slowly.”

“Yes…” The rest of his answer trailed off, making Delilah realize she hadn’t told him how to address her.

“‘Trouble’ will do nicely, boy.” She was coming to like being called Trouble by him. Adding the “boy” part was decidedly uncomfortable and seemed completely wrong. His reaction made it all worth it though.

It was obvious it wouldn’t have been his pet name of choice if she’d given him a chance, but she hadn’t and didn’t plan to either. The corded muscles of his neck were tight now. And was that a slight blush covering his face as he reached for his waistband?

Oh so cute!

Delilah watched as he ever so slowly pulled the t-shirt he wore over his head. As the fabric lifted, inch by glorious inch of his abdomen was revealed, showing off the flat belly and innie navel she’d been longing to dip her tongue into.

“Mmmm,” she purred. “Perfect.” Delilah couldn’t help but eye the bulge beneath his fly. Being in charge was a heady sensation. Maybe she could get into the role after all.

Sam backed toward the bed where he sat at the foot, his legs spread wide. From the glint of humor in his gaze, he knew damn well how he affected her. When he broke eye contact, it was to lean forward in order to unlace and remove his black combat-style boots and socks.

Doing so gave Delilah an uninhibited view of his broad shoulders and the sleek, svelte lines of his back. The man really was a work of art, one she wanted to do dirty, dirty things to.

“Enough dawdling, boy. We don’t have much time. Pants next.”

Oh she was so going to pay later. Delilah knew beyond the shadow of a doubt Sam would make sure of it. His jaw tensed again, but only for a brief second, before he answered, “As you wish, Trouble.”

Inclining her head, Delilah watched and waited while he did as told. The black jeans were pushed past his hips to show the dark thatch of hair that did nothing to hide the long, thick length of his erection.

Her mouth watered something fierce as Sam lowered his pants to the floor then stepped out of them. Her mind went crazy with all the possibilities, but she couldn’t help but want to play librarian with him.

“On the bed on your back, boy. I’ll be right back.”

Delilah didn’t wait for an answer because she knew he took his word very seriously. He’d agreed to follow her orders for half an hour. She knew without doubt he would do exactly that.

It took precious time to slick her hair back into a bun and put on the short skirt she’d planned. Also as planned, she left off any underclothes as well as shoes. They would just get in the way and take time she didn’t have. The final touch was the glasses she’d always hated. Without even looking into the mirror for fear she might chicken out, Delilah left the protective walls of the bathroom.

Sam situated himself comfortably on the bed, all the while trying to decide whether he was going to paddle Delilah’s fine ass first or stick needles through her pale flesh in ways that had absolutely nothing to do with the medical field.

He was deep in thought, stroking the length of his cock when the woman in question came back into the room. Sam nearly swallowed his tongue. Holy hell! She was every naughty schoolboy’s wet dream.

The skirt she wore barely covered all the pleasures a man could think of while the thin white shirt was snug, making it completely obvious there was not a bra in sight.

Her breasts hung heavy and full, their dark nipples outlined clearly. She’d left the top three buttons undone, giving him a clear view of cleavage. Plans for such beautiful cleavage came to mind immediately. He could hardly wait until it was his turn. There were so many things that could be done to such a fabulous body. All one needed was a really good imagination.

By the time Sam finally made it from her breasts up to her face, his mouth was dry with lust. Her hair was pulled back severely. He didn’t like it at all. Soon enough it would hang free, billowing over her shoulders.

The glasses, however, he liked. Very much, actually. She peered over the top of the frames at him, one eyebrow raised.

“Like what you see, naughty boy?”

Every time she called him “boy” it grated on his nerves. From the way the corner of her mouth tilted up, the little hell-raiser was well aware of it too. “Oh, Trouble. You have no idea just how much.” Sam meant every word of it.

Something of his thoughts must have been apparent from the outside because she faltered a little, her smile slipping. When she folded her hands in front of her, nervous fingers twining together, he smiled.

“You’re running out of time, Trouble.” His reminder seemed only to add to her angst. Poor little thing.

“Oh! Ummm, may I use some of your toys?”

Sam liked that she was polite and had thought to ask to use what was his even though she was the one in charge at the moment. “Of course.”

He watched as she hurried over to his bags, hoping like hell she didn’t choose something she had no idea how to use. A mumbled “Thank you
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reached his ears as she continued to dig.

Finally she came up with a small, soft leather flogger and wicked, thin wooden paddle. For the first time since they’d started, Sam was the one who was nervous. When she climbed up on the bed next to him, both implements in hand, it took every ounce of his control not to try to direct her.

When she laid the paddle beside him, he inwardly sighed in relief. The feel of the soft leather flogger was nice against his heated flesh. She ran it over his chest, down his abdomen and over his dick, which was already standing at attention.

“Turn over onto your stomach, boy.”

Sam narrowed his eyes at her but did as instructed. The flick of the flogger against his back didn’t hurt at all. Her movements were jerky, awkward. Sam wished he could see her face. He turned his head to say as much when she once again surprised him.

“Shhhh. Quiet.” Her tone was perfectly modulated. He could so imagine her doing the same to noisy library goers on her watch. He nearly chuckled at the thought.

The next few strikes of the flogger were harder and well aimed. She kept the falls over the expanse of his shoulders. Sam could feel his flesh start to warm up, but there was still nothing even bordering on discomfort.

Several minutes of the same treatment passed before he felt her rub the cool wood of the paddle over his ass. Every muscle in his body tensed. He’d never been paddled in his life, although he had tested that particular one on his thigh. It carried a vicious sting.

When Delilah lifted the wood away from him, Sam tried hard to relax. It was a no go. Not going to happen. She smacked him hard enough to make a loud popping sound and give a slight sting, but not enough to actually hurt.

He’d no sooner registered that she had no intention of whacking the shit out of him when she dropped down beside him to look into his eyes.

“Are you okay? Was that too much? Oh my God!” She didn’t even wait for a response before climbing from the bed, a hand over her mouth, looking completely horrified.

Sam turned over and scooted to the edge of the bed. He reached out for her. “I’m fine, Trouble.” When she didn’t take his hand, he frowned. “Come here.”

Instead of doing as told, she shook her head. Eyes still wide, she backed up, bumping into the door. When Delilah reached behind her as if to actually open the door, Sam lowered his voice, adding more strength into it.

“I said, come here, Delilah.” She stopped looking for the doorknob behind her but otherwise didn’t move. “Now would be a very good idea, girl.”

He would chase her down if that was what it took to figure out what the hell had happened, but Sam preferred not to. When she finally moved away from the door, he once again put out his hand. This time she took it.

“Now tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing.”

There wasn’t much Sam hated worse than one-word answers, especially to important questions. “Bullshit. Now get talking.”