Casper, Maggie-Kinky Campers 01-In the Woods Read Online Free PDF

left the top three buttons undone, giving him a clear view of cleavage. Plans for such beautiful cleavage came to mind immediately. He could hardly wait until it was his turn. There were so many things that could be done to such a fabulous body. All one needed was a really good imagination.
    By the time Sam finally made it from her breasts up to her face, his mouth was dry with lust. Her hair was pulled back severely. He didn’t like it at all. Soon enough it would hang free, billowing over her shoulders.
    The glasses, however, he liked. Very much, actually. She peered over the top of the frames at him, one eyebrow raised.
    “Like what you see, naughty boy?”
    Every time she called him “boy” it grated on his nerves. From the way the corner of her mouth tilted up, the little hell-raiser was well aware of it too. “Oh, Trouble. You have no idea just how much.” Sam meant every word of it.
    Something of his thoughts must have been apparent from the outside because she faltered a little, her smile slipping. When she folded her hands in front of her, nervous fingers twining together, he smiled.
    “You’re running out of time, Trouble.” His reminder seemed only to add to her angst. Poor little thing.
    “Oh! Ummm, may I use some of your toys?”
    Sam liked that she was polite and had thought to ask to use what was his even though she was the one in charge at the moment. “Of course.”
    He watched as she hurried over to his bags, hoping like hell she didn’t choose something she had no idea how to use. A mumbled “Thank you ” reached his ears as she continued to dig.
    Finally she came up with a small, soft leather flogger and wicked, thin wooden paddle. For the first time since they’d started, Sam was the one who was nervous. When she climbed up on the bed next to him, both implements in hand, it took every ounce of his control not to try to direct her.
    When she laid the paddle beside him, he inwardly sighed in relief. The feel of the soft leather flogger was nice against his heated flesh. She ran it over his chest, down his abdomen and over his dick, which was already standing at attention.
    “Turn over onto your stomach, boy.”
    Sam narrowed his eyes at her but did as instructed. The flick of the flogger against his back didn’t hurt at all. Her movements were jerky, awkward. Sam wished he could see her face. He turned his head to say as much when she once again surprised him.
    “Shhhh. Quiet.” Her tone was perfectly modulated. He could so imagine her doing the same to noisy library goers on her watch. He nearly chuckled at the thought.
    The next few strikes of the flogger were harder and well aimed. She kept the falls over the expanse of his shoulders. Sam could feel his flesh start to warm up, but there was still nothing even bordering on discomfort.
    Several minutes of the same treatment passed before he felt her rub the cool wood of the paddle over his ass. Every muscle in his body tensed. He’d never been paddled in his life, although he had tested that particular one on his thigh. It carried a vicious sting.
    When Delilah lifted the wood away from him, Sam tried hard to relax. It was a no go. Not going to happen. She smacked him hard enough to make a loud popping sound and give a slight sting, but not enough to actually hurt.
    He’d no sooner registered that she had no intention of whacking the shit out of him when she dropped down beside him to look into his eyes.
    “Are you okay? Was that too much? Oh my God!” She didn’t even wait for a response before climbing from the bed, a hand over her mouth, looking completely horrified.
    Sam turned over and scooted to the edge of the bed. He reached out for her. “I’m fine, Trouble.” When she didn’t take his hand, he frowned. “Come here.”
    Instead of doing as told, she shook her head. Eyes still wide, she backed up, bumping into the door. When Delilah reached behind her as if to actually open the door, Sam lowered his voice, adding more