Free Casper, Maggie-Kinky Campers 01-In the Woods by Maggie Casper

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