Bought

Roni watched patterns of porch lights that winked through the trees as John guided his truck down the street to her home. She had already given him her address and house number.
He pulled his truck into her driveway and put it into park and she said, “It’s still early, so come on in. I have beer in the fridge.”
She was afraid he would say no but he gave a nod. “All right.”
A spark of excitement went through her. The fact that he’d said yes felt like a small victory. She opened the door to his truck and was trying to decide the best way to get down without tripping over her heels when John appeared and helped her out.
When she was solidly on her feet she looked up at him. “Thank you.” On impulse she reached up and lightly kissed his cheek. His light evening stubble was rough against her lips.
She didn’t give him time to react. She hooked her arm through his and walked with him along the path to her front porch and up the stairs that squeaked with every step. By the time they reached the door she had her key in hand. He took the key from her before she had the opportunity to use it and he opened the bolt lock and the door lock.
As he held the door open for her, she noticed that he casually looked up and down the street and wondered why. It was like he was surveying his surroundings, making sure everything was clear. The entire way home he had continued to check his mirrors as if watching to make sure they weren’t being followed.
You’re being silly, she told herself.
“Take off your jacket and make yourself comfortable,” she said as she gestured toward the couch and chairs in her living room. “I’ll get the beer.”
She passed the grandfather clock and entered the kitchen through the pair of swinging doors. A six-pack of Heineken was in the fridge and she grabbed two bottles before returning to the living room where John was relaxing on the couch. He’d taken off his jacket and tie and had laid them on a chair near the front door. She smiled and handed him a bottle of beer and set her own bottle on the coffee table.
“I have to get this dress off and get into something else.” She headed toward her bedroom and looked back at him. He had an eyebrow raised. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I don’t plan on putting anything racy on to seduce you.”
“Too bad,” he murmured and she grinned and disappeared into her bedroom.
She was tempted, really tempted, to go out in her corset and panties, just to get his reaction, but decided not to and went for a long button-up silk shirt in emerald green that she used for a nightshirt, and she rolled up the sleeves.
When she returned to the living room, John had the TV on and was watching highlights of the day’s games on ESPN.
“Color me not surprised.” Roni laughed as she approached the couch. He looked at her and something flared in his eyes, something like lust. Maybe the shirt was sexier than she had intended.
“I’ll take your empty.” She leaned down to pick up his bottle from the coffee table and as she did she looked at him to see that he was staring at her breasts. She glanced down and felt a rush of heat to her cheeks when she saw that her top button was undone and there was a clear view of her cleavage. She rushed to grab the bottle and almost tripped over his feet when she stepped away from the coffee table.
“Oops.” She held her free hand to the top of her blouse. “I’m forward, I know, but that was not intentional.”
He gave her a dark look that she couldn’t read. “I enjoyed the view.”
She wasn’t used to feeling embarrassed, but then she’d never flashed a man in quite the same way before. “Take mine and I’ll be right back.” She gestured toward the Heineken she’d put on the coffee table for herself.
He leaned forward and took it and she thought she saw amusement on his features. As she walked to the kitchen she couldn’t help a grin to herself. Amusement was a step closer to a smile.
After she snagged herself another beer, she walked from the tile that was cool beneath her bare feet to the soft carpet in the living room. He still had the sports news on but turned it off when she reached him.
He looked so hot and sexy as he studied her, dark sensuality in his eyes. She sat on the couch, next to him, and put her feet up on the coffee table. She twisted the cap on her beer and tossed the cap onto an end table before she took a long drink. She’d always enjoyed the flavor of beer over wine or anything sweet.
John took a drink then lowered his bottle. “How long have you been with the Kink Club?”
“Close to five months.” Roni tilted her head. “I dated a congressman who introduced me to the club. He was fine at the beginning and I got my first taste of submission and I know I like it.”
“Things didn’t work out, I take it,” he said as she took a long drink of beer.
She lowered her bottle. “Nope. Cheating bastard.”
John raised his beer and she watched as his throat worked while he swallowed. She had not submitted to someone like him. He was a man’s man. Thoughts of him and being tied up by him made her skin hot and caused an ache between her thighs.
“What about you?” She sloshed beer around in her almost empty bottle. She was starting to feel pretty mellow. “I think you know exactly what KC is.”
He drained his bottle then set his empty on the coffee table. “Yeah, I know what the Kink Club is.”
When he didn’t elaborate, she said, “So are you? Into kink?”
“I like it hard and rough.” The way he said it made wild tingles shoot throughout her. “And I like rope and cuffs. I like control. Is that kinky enough for you?”
“We have a lot in common.” A shiver went through her. She raised her bottle to cover her sudden nervousness, only to find it was empty. “I’ll grab another couple of beers.”
Hard and rough. Butterflies went crazy in her belly as she walked to the kitchen. She could easily picture getting naked with John and submitting to him. She wasn’t one to rush into things, but the way he talked and looked right now, she wanted to be his tonight.
When she returned, she gave him his beer then opened her own and sat facing him with one leg tucked under her. His gaze dropped to her breasts again as she took another drink, but she pretended not to notice.
She was a little tipsy, the butterflies she’d been feeling now bouncing around like drunken moths in her belly.
People at the auction had to know John or he wouldn't have been able to be there. Her friend had said all the bidders were known well by someone on the auction board. He had to be safe.
“When I was dating whatshisname,” she said. “I discovered something about myself.”
“What’s that?” John asked.
“I get excited when I experience fear.” As she said the words, his expression didn’t change but she felt a subtle shift in something in the air. “Not crazy stuff… But fear. Including being out of control to someone.
“I didn’t know the congressman well when we first played,” she continued. “I got the taste of being out of control to someone that I barely knew.”
“Is it something you think of often?” he asked.
“I do.” She nodded. “When it’s someone I don’t know well, it is a different type of excitement that is amazing. As you get to know someone in the right relationship, the submission gets better, but that certain excitement and fear from the early times can’t be recreated the same way. That might sound crazy, and some would say it is dangerous.” She raised her hands. “There you have it. True confessions.”
Yes, she was drawn to it. She wanted the feeling that she thought about alone in her bed. She wanted to experience that excitement now and she wanted it from John.
“Stay here.” She set her bottle on an end table as an idea—a rather naughty idea—came to her, and she stood again. “I’ll be right back.”
She hurried to her garage where she found packages of new rope and then went back inside and handed the packages to John. He took them with a wary look in his eyes.
“I want you to show me how well you know how to use rope.” She stood and held out her wrists. “Come on. Put your money where your mouth is.”
He stood and suddenly he seemed so tall and almost intimidating. Giving this man, a virtual stranger, some rope and letting him tie her up… She might as well be offering herself up as a sacrifice to the gods.
It was crazy what she was doing but she trusted her instincts. They had always served her well in the past. Okay, there was the congressman, Mr. Cheating Dickhead, but he had introduced her to KC so that had worked out just fine. She had only gone to a couple of the club’s events with him, but they had been exciting and fun.
She kept her arms outstretched, her wrists in front of her as he took a rope out of one of the packages. He clasped her wrists in his hand and jerked her close to him, so close that she could feel his body heat, smell his masculine scent and her heart started pounding in a rapid beat.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” His heated expression was doing dangerous things to her body. “Once I start, I don’t stop.”
She loved the way he said it, the power in his voice, and the meaning in his words. Yes, she wanted this.
She shivered with excitement, she said, “I know I do.”
Instead of tying her wrists in front of her, he turned her around and took both of them behind her.
She bit her lower lip as she felt him making secure cuffs out of the rope, wrapping it around each wrist so that the cuffs were about two inches wide. He pulled at her hands, testing the rope and she felt how snug and secure they were tied.
Fear mixed with excitement as he began tying her arms at the elbows behind her so tightly that they were almost touching. Her arms started aching but she didn’t complain—she loved how he was taking control.
When he finished he gripped her shoulders. “So you like fear do you?” He gave a low laugh close to her ear that sent chills through her. “Well, you’re getting what you asked for.”
She swallowed as more chills rolled through her.
“I can show you fear.” He slid his hands around her throat and lightly squeezed. “I could do anything to you right now. Isn’t that right?”
She swallowed, her breathing quickening as he increased pressure. “Yes.” She had to gasp the word.
He kept his hold on her neck and lowered his head and kissed her. It was a hard kiss, fierce and primal. It made her head feel like it was spinning.
When he broke the kiss he met her gaze, fire in his eyes “You tend to talk too much.” He kept the pressure even as she nodded. “I’m going to fix that.”
He picked up the additional rope then hooked his arm around her neck and drew her backward toward her room. When he reached her room, he kept his arm around her neck as he set the rope on top of her dresser then searched her upper drawer. He pulled something out and caressed it along her cheek to her mouth. She felt the silky softness of one of her panties as he moved it over her lips. He forced the panties into her mouth and secured them with more rope.
She looked up at him as he turned her around to face him. An almost exhilarating sense of fear shot through her when she saw the look in his eyes.
He brought his palms to her breasts and her eyes widened at the dark sensuality in his expression. The heat of his hands traveled through the satiny material and her nipples tightened.
“I think this is why you flashed your breasts at me.” He began massaging them as his gaze held hers. “I think you had every intention of seducing me.” He grabbed her long hair and her scalp stung as he jerked her head back. “Isn’t that true?”
Her head was back so far and so tightly that she couldn’t nod or shake her head. With her arms pulled back like they were it caused her chest to thrust out. He lowered his head and cupped her breast with his free hand as he brought his mouth to her nipple.
She gasped behind the gag. It felt so wonderful with his hot mouth sucking her nipple and wetting the fabric. He moved his hand to her other breasts and sucked that nipple, too.
When he raised his head, he jerked her hard against him and she felt his rigid erection against her belly. “I want to fuck you, and there isn’t anything you can do about it if you wanted to.” He lowered is mouth to her ear. “But we both know that’s exactly what you want.”