The Ties That Bond (7 page)

Rhonda reached across Jack and took the bottle from her, sniffing. “Mmm, that’s a really strong vanilla. I like it, though.” She handed it back to Grace. “By the way, did Jack tell you Morgan wants to see you in the playroom?”

Grace snapped the lotion shut and dropped it into the bag. “I’ll see you all later. My man is calling.” With a finger-wiggling wave, she left the kitchen through the back door.

Missy took the bag from the table. “I guess I’ll get these put into my inventory. Do either of you feel like a massage? I’ve got all this new stuff.” She raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe later,” Jack said, rubbing his hands together. “Right now, I think Rhonda and I are going to have a bite to eat and then maybe find a game to play.”

Rhonda bit the inside of her lip to keep from commenting on the “game” he was speaking about. She couldn’t wait to begin playing with him, but first, she did need a bite to eat. “I wouldn’t mind a massage later this evening, Missy,” she said, linking one arm through Jack’s. “I have a feeling I might need one.”

Missy held the bag in her arms and walked toward the kitchen door. “Just give me a ring. I’m anxious to try some of these new potions.”

“I’ll call you later.” Rhonda winked at her.

Missy left through the same door Grace had, leaving Rhonda and Jack alone.

Jack looked down at her. “What are you hungry for this time?”

“Something light. Maybe some crunchy, fresh veggies and some dip?”

“Okay, but I think I’ll slap together a sandwich for me, if you don’t mind.”

She shook her head. “I don’t mind. You should keep up your strength. There’s no telling what sort of activities we’re going to get into this evening.”

They set about gathering things on the kitchen table to make their lunch, working together as if they’d been fixing each other lunch for years. “Tell me, Jack, what are your plans?” Rhonda arranged some baby carrots and celery stalks on a plate.

“Plans for what?” He was busily slapping slices of cold cuts on bread for himself.

She shrugged. “Life. Job. You know, the basics.”

“I don’t have a plan. I’m liking my life just as it is right now.”

Rhonda zipped the baggie closed, sealing the unused veggies inside. “That’s refreshing. Almost everyone I know has plans to do something bigger, or better, or different with their life. Except for the partners, of course. You’re the first single man I’ve met in a while who is satisfied with what he’s doing right now and not looking for the next leg up.”

“Leg up?” Jack removed the lid from the jar of mayonnaise. “What do you mean?”

Rhonda stirred the vegetable dip with a spoon. “Oh, you know, it seems like everyone is trying to make connections to advance their career. Buddying up with the partners or trying to get into their good graces.” She waved the spoon at him. “Not that you would do that sort of thing, but I see it a lot at the office.”

Jack chuckled. “You don’t have to worry about me doing that. I’m perfectly happy doing just what I’m doing.” Suddenly he leaned over and planted a kiss on her cheek. “But then, my life could get a little better by adding someone to it more often.”

Rhonda was filled with a floating sense of warmth. “And who would that someone be?”

“You, of course.” He stopped what he was doing and took her by the waist, turning her around from the table to face him. “I’d really like it if you would be a recurring feature in the drama that is my life.”

A laugh roared out of her mouth before she could stop it.

“What? Did I say something funny?” He leaned back, looking at her with both eyebrows raised.

Shaking her head, she struggled to control her laughter. “No, no,” she said. “You didn’t say anything funny. It’s just the way you put it. Like we’re in some sort of soap opera or something.”

“I didn’t mean it to sound like that, but sometimes, life can play out that way.” Then he crushed her lips beneath his.

Heat infiltrated her veins, his tongue breaking through the barrier of her lips to taste the inside of her mouth and cause her to moan. She sucked at his probing tongue, grasping a handful of his T-shirt in her hand.

Jack pulled away, groaning. “We’d better get something to eat before we start this again.”

Rhonda swallowed and brushed a strand of hair back from her forehead. “Food. Yeah. Okay.” She’d never felt so hypnotized by a man’s sensuality before, and it was absolutely wonderful.

Rhonda’s body vibrated in anticipation.

They had eaten a quick lunch, taken a walk in the woods, and now they had ended up back at the entrance to the playroom. Rhonda’s hand itched, wanting to touch Jack’s naked skin again. “What if Morgan and Grace are still in there?” she asked as they stopped in front of the door.

“Listen.” He leaned toward the closed door. “I don’t hear anything.”

Rhonda placed her palm flat on the door and started to lean toward it when, suddenly, it opened. “Oh!”

Jack caught her around the waist before she stumbled in and landed on top of Rodgers. “Whoa there.”

“I didn’t know anyone was out here. Didn’t mean to frighten you.” Rodgers dipped his head to get a look at Rhonda’s face. “Are you okay?”

She laughed. “I’m fine. I just feel like I’m a kid who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.”

“There are some wondrous treats inside.” He looked at Jack. “I wouldn’t mind showing you, unless of course, you’d like to be alone.”

Jack caught her gaze. He raised an eyebrow. Rhonda pursed her lips and nodded. “Let’s see what sort of treats Rodgers has in mind.”

Rodgers opened the door wider, and they stepped through.

Rhonda noticed the room had been cleaned, and there was no sign of them having been there earlier today. “Rodgers, are you sure we’re not holding you up from your dinner or something?” It was getting to be almost five, and though she and Jack had eaten a late lunch, Rodgers might be hungry.

“Dinner can wait. I don’t mind expending a bit more energy to work up a better appetite.” He clapped his hands together. “Now what did you two have in mind for some afternoon delight?”

Jack hugged her close to his side. “I want to experiment a bit more with Rhonda and introduce her to some delicious bondage ideas.” He looked down at her. “You’ll trust me, right?”

A coiling of excitement began to wind tight in her belly. Jack, binding her, using her as he wished, had almost become ingrained in her sexual fantasies even though they’d only begun this adventure into more intense bondage today. “I trust you.” Though her voice trembled, it wasn’t because she was scared. She wanted to get started.

“I’ll get the toy chest,” Rodgers said, moving toward a door. He disappeared, and when he returned, he was rolling a dark wooden chest. “Here we go.” He stopped in front of them and lifted the lid. “Choose what you like. Let me know what you’d like me to do.”

Rhonda peered over Jack’s shoulder into the chest. There were silvery glints of metal and the colors of red, black, and hot pink leather. Iridescent scarves shimmered in the light, and things she didn’t recognize drew her interest. Jack reached in and gathered a few things. He turned, causing Rhonda to step back.

“Why don’t you get out of those clothes?” Jack asked, planting a quick kiss on her forehead.

“The changing room is open,” Rodgers said, pointing toward a door on the left. “I just finished stocking it with robes. You can slip one on until Jack figures out what he wants to do.”

Rhonda nodded. She ducked into the changing room and quickly undressed then slipped on a red silk robe that felt wonderful against her skin. She heard something being dragged across the floor in the other room and wondered just what Jack was going to do to her. Her stomach twitched, nervousness beginning to settle in. She looked at her reflection in the mirror that covered the back wall of the changing room. Her hair was down around her shoulders, and she wore no makeup. Her complexion had a fresh glow to it, one she hadn’t seen on her own cheeks in years. Her eyes were bright, and she could swear there was a sparkle in her gaze. She looked and felt young. At thirty-eight, she wasn’t ancient, but she had felt her years from time to time. Right now, though, she felt as if she hadn’t passed twenty-five. The anticipation and nervousness raised her blood pressure, and her heartbeat increased. “Get your butt out there with the men,” she scolded herself.

Rhonda stepped out into the room and immediately noticed a small stand in the center of the floor. It was almost like an incline bench but shorter.

Jack crooked a finger at her. “Come here, Rhonda.”

Rhonda closed the space between them. “What’s this?” She pointed at the contraption.

“You’ll find out.” He quickly slid her robe from her shoulders, exposing her nakedness. “Damn, you are a beautiful woman, Rhonda. I’ll never get tired of seeing your luscious body.”

Rodgers approached them. Jack leaned down to whisper in her ear. “You’ll need to trust me,” he said, running his hand down her back and over the curve of her ass, making her shiver in delight.

The two men took her by each arm and helped her to kneel in front of the small bench. Jack placed one hand on her back and urged her to bend forward. Working together, Jack and Rodgers placed her hands and ankles into the shackles that were attached to the small bench at the front and back. Once they were done, she was restrained on her hands and knees, the bench supporting her midsection.

“I’m going to put this around your neck now, Rhonda.” Jack pulled her hair up, exposing her neck. He slipped a wide piece of leather around her neck like a collar and fastened it at the nape of her neck. “It’s not too tight, is it?”

She shook her head. The leather was warm against her skin, a stark contrast to the metal of the shackles at her wrists and ankles. “I’m fine,” she said, heat beginning to infuse her whole body. What were they going to do with her once they got her where they wanted her?

“Now, this goes in your mouth.” Jack moved to crouch in front of her. He held a piece of red rubber in his hand. “Do you know what it is?”

Rhonda frowned. “No. What’s it for?”

Jack smiled wickedly. “It’s to help you keep your mouth open. We wouldn’t want your jaw to get tired and bite down when you shouldn’t.” He placed the center piece of rubber into her mouth, fitting it over her teeth. It held her mouth open in an O. “This is called a ring gag. It’s really more for you than us.” He reached around her head, fastening the thing to her head at the back. Then he caught her gaze. “Okay?”

Rhonda swallowed, drawing breath in through her nose. It was awkward but not unpleasant. The rubber actually had a slight cinnamon flavor, not tasting like rubber at all, but the fact that it was seated in her mouth increased her saliva. She didn’t want to drool in front of them. She jerked her head, trying to signal she wanted to say something.

Jack frowned and reached behind her head, unfastening it. “What, honey? Is something wrong?” He pulled it from her mouth.

She licked her lips, wetting them. “I don’t want to slobber like a dog. It’s making me drool. And I could use something to coat my lips.”

He grinned and looked over his shoulder. “Rodgers, do you have something we could smear her lips with, so they don’t dry out?”

“Yeah. I’ve got just the thing.” Rodgers disappeared through the door where he had retrieved the chest from.

“Now,” Jack continued, looking at her. “As far as slobbering like a dog, I’d never think that way of you. It will make you drool, but that will also help when things get heated.” He raised an eyebrow. “Know what I mean?”

Realization struck her. Now she got it. Her pussy began to cream when she figured out the ring gag was so they could fuck her in the mouth without her help. “Okay,” she said. “I understand now.”

Rodgers returned, a small jar of lubricating jelly in his hand. “Here you go.” He handed it to Jack.

Jack dipped his finger in it and smeared it over Rhonda’s lips, taking his time to get them fully covered. “Now, let’s get started.” He replaced the ring gag in her mouth, fitting it perfectly, and fastened it again behind her head. Moving out of her sight, Rhonda felt Jack move behind her and lift her hair again. He attached something to the back of the collar that encircled her neck. Then there was a tug. It caused her to arch her neck, as if she were on a leash. Her nipples tightened. This was new, something she’d never thought about experiencing. Goose flesh rose on her skin, and she repositioned her hands, which were palm down on the floor, held in place close to the front legs of the bench.

At the first touch of Jack’s fingers in the cleft of her ass, parting her, Rhonda almost came. She closed her eyes and shuddered as two thick fingers slipped inside her pussy and he began to finger fuck her. “Damn, Rodgers, she’s already wet,” Jack said above and behind her. “I’m not waiting any longer.”

He moved behind her and then, with one smooth thrust, buried his cock deep inside her cunt.

Rhonda moaned, her body shifting on the bench. His cock was thick, stretching her as he pumped in and out of her. The head of his dick skimmed over her sweet spot, sending little rippling sparks up her spine.

Rodgers moved in front of her, his cock thick, and she saw a glistening drop of pre-cum on the head of it. “A little higher,” Rodgers said, speaking to Jack.