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

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.