Leather and Lace: Part 1 "Have Another Serving of BDSM Bondage" (BDSM Discoveries Series) Read Free

room and saw nothing unusual. Diane took her seat with her back to the candle and tried to do as the note said. "Relax he says, uh huh, relax" the thought.
    The music swelled a little and Diane heard footsteps. The door closed slowly.
    "Mark? Is that you?"
    There was an unfamiliar tremble to her voice.
    "Yes, my love, stay there. Are you ready?"
    "I think so. What's going on?"
    There was a pleading tone to her voice.
    "Relax Di, I asked you what your most precious fantasy was, you wouldn't tell. I promised I would find out, one-way or the other. The choices you have made so far this evening have told me so much. As we move ahead you need but to say my middle name for it all to end. That is the only sign I will heed. Do you understand?"
    Diane paused a moment and replied breathlessly.
    "Yes."
    Diane caught a glimpse of Mark as he passed at the edge of the light. Mark was wearing an unbuttoned black vest. Diane could see his chest as he moved. She did not catch anymore of a glance before he was in the shadow again. Mark moved behind her.
    "Don't move your head."
    Mark's voice stern yet quiet. Diane closed her eyes hard for a moment to clear her head. There was so little yet so much going on. When Diane reopened them, she saw Mark standing in front of her, holding the cloth she had laid on the table. Diane saw Mark was wearing the workout shorts she had forbade him from wearing to the gym, because you could see all he was made of in them. This night, you could tell he was made of a lot. The shorts did very little to hide the erection held against his inner left thigh. Mark bent slightly and placed the cloth over her eyes. Tying it around her head, Diane was blind to the sights of the room. She only protested slightly. Diane reached out for him but found only air. Mark's large hands fell onto her arms and placed them back at her sides.
    "To begin with, you are not allowed to use these."
    Mark whispered into her ear. His hot breath caused a shiver to shoot up her spine.
    "To that end . . . ."
    Diane felt his hands slide down her arms and to her wrists. She heard a jingle.
    "What are you doing?"
    There was no answer. Diane felt softness surround her wrists, then the tightening of binds on them.
Those hands aren't moving
she thought. The music swelled again, loud enough to drown out any other sound in the room. Diane felt as if she was going to explode. A warm pair of hands lay on her shoulders, pulling her hair into a bundle and wrapping a band around it. Diane got a gentle kiss on the nape of her neck.
    "Let the game begin."
    Mark whispered into her ear and then ran his tongue down her neck. Diane felt the air move as he apparently stood up. One had placed on her shoulder, the other on her neck just below the chin. Diane jumped when a third hand touched her right leg and a fourth was placed on her left knee.
    "Oh Mark!"
    Diane exhaled forcefully and her head fell backwards. She felt the thumbs on the insides of her knees beckon her to widen her legs. The hands on her shoulder and neck continued to rub circles from behind and made their way up to the collar of her bodice and began undoing the hooks to let it fall free. As the top fell down, the hands returned to their place on her shoulders, thumbs making circles on the back of her neck. Diane pushed her breasts pushed forward to let the top that had constrained them fall. She let out a gasp of surprise when more hands found her body. One set, rough and calloused cupped her left breast another less rough caressed her right. Diane's mind was whirling. She was unsure if she should stop this, or not. As the snaps holding the lower section of her clothing were undone, she slid forward in the chair slightly. Without warning, a soft low moan escaped her lips. Diane knew this would be a night she would never forget.

Chapter II
    As the sun rose, Diane found herself in her own bed. She had only napped for the last hour or so. Still reeling from the experience, Diane's mind did not want to