Free Claimed by Jaymie Holland

falling
hard.
     
     

Chapter 8
     
     
    “Are you sure about this?” Rick studied
Leslie as they stood inside the foyer of her home. “I’ve never been
to something like what you’re telling me this is. Some kind of wild
BDSM party.”
    “Where’s your sense of adventure?” She
grinned. “I thought all of you Navy SEALs were up for
anything.”
    “My sense of adventure has some limits when
it comes to civilian to life.” He shook his head. “I don’t think
there’s a thing we’ve gone through that will have prepared me for a
big wild bondage orgy.”
    She put her hands on her hips. “It is not an orgy. Just because people are into BDSM doesn’t mean
they like group sex.”
    He gave her a pointed look. “But some
do.”
    “Yeah, well.” She smiled and tugged on his
arm as she encouraged him to go out the front door. “I’m not into
that kind of thing. So come on and you’ll get to meet some of my
friends.”
    He looked her over, admiring the black
leather miniskirt she wore, as well as the corset she had on
beneath a short leather jacket. “I don’t want to let you out of my
sight looking like that, so I guess I’m in.”
    “Good.” She locked the door behind them and
they headed toward his black SUV that was parked by the curb. It
had been several weeks since Cabo and they had been seeing each
other as often as they were able.
    “Tell me about this place,” Rick said as he
drove them toward a rural part of Maryland, their headlights the
only light around.
    “It’s simply called ‘the farm’.” She looked
out into the darkness as they continued beyond the city limits.
“KC, I mean the Kink Club, holds an annual party at the farm. It’s
a lot of fun.”
    Rick grunted.
    “A guy named Garth owns it.” She looked from
the window to Rick. “He was on the auction board. He organized KC’s
private involvement.”
    “So he probably knows my sister.” Rick didn’t
sound like he approved.
    Leslie laughed. “There’s no doubt since they
both work on the board.”
    Even though Rick seemed a little unsure of
all of this, he was still fun to talk to and he loosened up as they
drove to the farm.
    The place was lit up like a Christmas
festival as they reached the road leading up to the two-story
farmhouse and drove toward it. From a distance the lighting looked
like a hundred fireflies dancing about.
    The truck bounced in ruts along the road then
Rick found a place to park that was a good distance away because
there were so many vehicles parked outside the main gates.
    It was cool outside and she was thankful for
her jacket, although her bare legs beneath her leather mini skirt
were chilled. He held her hand as they walked toward the buildings,
his grip helping to steady her on the uneven surface in her
four-inch heels. She wanted to poke him in the side for his lack of
enthusiasm. It wasn’t dampening hers, and she knew he hadn’t
intended it to. He just wasn’t crazy about the idea of being
here.
    “Leslie.” Garth stepped out of the darkness
and she jumped in surprise at his sudden appearance.
    She laughed. “You nearly gave me a heart
attack coming out of nowhere like that.”
    “Sorry.” He kissed her cheek before
straightening.
    He turned his gaze on Rick. “And this is the
Navy SEAL you were so hot for at the auction.”
    She looked at Rick and grinned. “Yes, all of
my friends knew that I intended to win you.”
    He looked amused and extended his hand to
Garth. “I’m Rick.”
    “Garth.” They seemed to be sizing each other
up as Garth shook Rick’s hand.
    Dressed all in leather, Garth was a tall Dom
and a lot of people found him almost intimidating. He happened to
be a very sexy bald man with a goatee. He was big and extremely
muscular. She and Garth often traded innuendos and she teased him
about letting her be his Domme and he would shake his head and tell
her that he’d like to see her on her knees as his sub. It was all
in good fun.
    But tonight she didn’t want the