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  Tied and Tempting

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  Tied and Tempting Copyright © 2007 Maggie Casper

  Edited by Mary Moran.

  Cover art by Syneca.

  Electronic book Publication October 2006

  This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-3502.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Tied and Tempting

  Maggie Casper

  Chapter One

  Not tonight, Mira repeated to herself over and over in her head. Tonight she was going to do her best to seduce the man she’d been in lust with for the past year since she’d begun working at the same web design company. Tonight she was going to try to let go of her inhibitions.

  Mira Collins looked at herself in the mirror one last time before turning to her twin sister Aubrey.

  “I can’t believe you talked me into wearing this.”

  By this Mira meant the extremely short white leather skirt that was complemented by an equally tight black leather corset. Black thigh-high boots and a white mask to cover her face were to be her only accessories. The damn outfit covered way less than her usual attire and had cost her five times as much.

  “You’re dragging me to a BDSM club for a Halloween party. The least you can do is let me dress you.” Aubrey’s words belied the smile on her face. It was evident she wasn’t too miffed about being towed to a kink club.

  Mira looked at Aubrey who was dressed exactly as she was except for their half masks. Where Mira wore white, Aubrey wore black. They both wore their long auburn hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and neither of them wore any jewelry that might give away who was who. Tricking people was something they hadn’t attempted since childhood when Aubrey had blossomed into an outgoing personality to be reckoned with while Mira had remained shy and sedate. But shy and sedate she would be no more. Not when it came to seducing Nash Jameson.

  There was just something about him that floated her boat. Mira wasn’t quite sure what it was. She couldn’t seem to put a finger on what caused the overwhelming magnetic sexual attraction she felt when around him, but damn if she didn’t want to place a finger—or ten—on him while figuring it out.

  She’d often pictured the two of them together—in the biblical sense—while at work. For a reason Mira couldn’t explain she often thought about kinky sex, maybe even with some bondage, while bent over Nash’s desk. Or hers.

  What made Mira think Nash would enjoy kinky sex with someone like her was beyond Mira. Hell, he’d never shown more than a friendly interest in her much less the kind that would end in sex, kinky or otherwise. For that matter, Mira had no clue if she would even like it kinky. Sometimes her minimal experience really sucked.

  A very unladylike snort escaped before Mira could stop it, causing Aubrey to raise a brow. Her knowing look brought forth a chortle of laughter.

  “What? I can’t help it if I’m in lust, the man is H.O.T. hot and you know it.”

  Aubrey shook her head. “Of course I know it. I knew it the minute you introduced us. What I’m trying to figure out is why it’s taken you so damned long to do something about it. The man is single, for god’s sake. Single and gorgeous, and yet you decide to wait a whole year before working up the nerve to do anything.”

  Being the nut job she was, it was evidently very hard for Aubrey to understand Mira’s less than stellar attempts at being more outgoing. In the past, the only thing Mira had accomplished when trying to be more like her twin was to embarrass herself horribly so she’d given up for a simpler way of life.

  Until now.

  “It’s fate, Aubrey.”

  Unlike Mira, Aubrey didn’t even try to hold back her snort of laughter. “Fate my ass, you’re finally horny enough to step up is all.”

  If only Aubrey knew the truth of that statement. Mira dreamt about Nash often and masturbated to those fantasies. Even her daydreams were smoking hot. It didn’t have to be in the cover of darkness for Nash to garner every bit of her attention. How Nash had no clue she was a basket case for him, Mira couldn’t fathom. She all but drooled every time he walked by, thinking of how he’d taste.

  Often visions of what it would be like for Nash to place her on the flat surface of her desk, her arms bound to the desk above her head, knees all but pinned to her ears while he hammered into her had Mira hot and wet.

  It was at times such as these that Mira cursed her pale skin. She could feel the blush rise across her cheeks, but there was no hiding the truth from her sister, they shared all, knew all about each other.

  “Well, there is that. I was beginning to worry the other day on my drive home. I thought I was hallucinating that the fencepost up the street winked at me.”

  Mira dropped that little bomb without so much as a smile on her face, and for the very briefest of moments stunned poor Aubrey into silence.

  “Ummm, I’m telling Mom.” Aubrey gasped the words out between fits of giggles.

  Mira couldn’t help it, self-conscious or not, this being outrageous stuff was a shitload of fun. “You go right on ahead, after being single for the hundred years she has, I’m sure she’s done her fair share of hallucinating about fenceposts too.”

  It took several minutes for the two of them to calm down and when they could finally breathe again without holding their sides, Aubrey started back in on her line of questioning.

  “So why do you think it’s fate now? I mean, why wasn’t it fate when he invited you to lunch those times, or why wasn’t it fate when you were sent to that weekend convention? Why now?”

  Mira was ready with answers. After all, this was something she’d spent the last two weeks thinking long and hard on. “Those lunches were with the rest of the office staff, not dates. They were work as was the convention. This is different.”

  She peered at herself in the mirror again wondering how in the hell she was going to pull this off. The swell of her breasts was barely contained by the corset. Hell, if she took too deep a breath, she’d surely lose a nipple. Not to mention that if one were looking from behind, there was the glorious sight of back fat. Nothing like the little bulge hanging over the top of the corset from behind to throw the whole look off. Reaching under her arm with one hand, Mira pinched the bulge in question and made a sound of disgust.

  “Would you knock it off! Believe me, with our boobs and skirts so short you can see cheek, nobody is going to even notice that. Now tell me why this time it’s fate.”

  Dropping her arm, Mira turned away from the mirror. If she kept looking, there was a good chance she’d chicken out and end up staying home.

  “Don’t you see? This has nothing to do with work. My computer was acting up so I asked Nash if I could use his for a minute only to see that he’d left an e-mail up, a personal e-mail, one inviting him to the Halloween bash at Club D/s. It’s fate I tell you.”

  Was it just fate that she was going in hopes of hooking up with Nash or was there more to it? Such as her intrigue with the whole lifestyle since she’d taken to reading those wonderful erotic romances Aubrey was always gushing about.

  The thought of living out some of her wildest sexual fantasies with Nash was enough to send her mind reeling. It couldn’t just be coincidence that the man she trusted as a coworker and was in lust with was also into a lifestyle she’d grown more and more intrigued with, coul
d it?

  “Umm, okay.” Aubrey sounded less than convinced, which for some off-the-wall reason was irritating the hell out of Mira.

  “Okay then. How do you explain that when I needed an invitation to this party you just happen to be able to get me one?”

  There, Mira thought to herself, that should shut her up.

  “Because I’m a pervert with contacts.” Aubrey smiled wickedly then winked. “Just kidding. I called the club and asked if nonmembers were allowed to attend. The guy who answered the phone was way cool. He took our information over the phone, charged my debit card and violà, the next thing I know tickets show up in the mail. It really wasn’t that hard, Mira.”

  When Mira opened her mouth to interject, her sister stopped her. “Okay so it’s fate or the Halloween fairy or whatever the hell you want to call it. That doesn’t mean things are just going to fall into place once you walk through the door. So tell me, what do you have planned?”

  “Planned?”

  Mira watched Aubrey run a hand over her face as if her last nerve were strung tight. “You need a plan, Mira. A way to get the two of you talking and, hopefully before the night is over, more. Like the good get-yourself-spanked dirty kind of stuff people go to clubs like this to watch.”

  “More? Watched! I don’t know about more. Until last year I had no idea what BDSM was, and until two weeks ago, I didn’t have a clue as to what a play party was and now you expect me to…to…play? In public?”

  Without saying a word, Aubrey marched past Mira. Once to the bed, she grabbed their bags and masks. She had a determined look on her face, the kind that had the ability to make Mira shake in her shoes, or on this very different occasion, her thigh-high boots.

  “We’re leaving before you start clucking like the chicken you are and decide to stay home.”

  Mira’s head was spinning. “But you didn’t say anything about playing in front of people. You said it was a party where people play.”

  Aubrey sighed dramatically but never slowed. “And just what the hell did you think I meant by playing, Mira? For fuck sake, it is a kink club. Did you think they were going to be having games of charades?”

  “What kind of playing are we talking about?”

  “I’ve never been to one of the parties so I don’t know exactly. Sheesh woman, you’ve read the same books I have. Think something along those lines.”

  Doing her best to not get her fingers slammed in the car door after Aubrey all but wrestled her into the passenger seat, Mira tried hard to rid herself of the queasy feeling roiling though her stomach.

  Aubrey opened the driver’s door and climbed behind the wheel. “Well, what did you think took place at an adult play party? Hell, you asked me what BDSM was a long time ago and I told you. You couldn’t have possibly missed the sexual connotation of the words play and party after that conversation.”

  Mira wasn’t sure if she wanted to kick herself or Aubrey. “That’s just it, I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to go, felt like I needed to go. Like this was finally my chance. I can’t explain it. But I won’t do stuff in public, Aubrey. That’ll never happen.”

  “I’ve only got one caution for you, sis.”

  Mira was almost afraid to ask. “And that is?”

  “If Nash is the type of man I think he is and you really and truly want him, you’d better learn real quick to never say never. It’s like a challenge.”

  The wicked laughter to follow Aubrey’s words of wisdom made every hair on Mira’s body stand at attention. She wanted to ask what kind of man Aubrey thought Nash was but by the time she’d worked up the nerve, they were already at Club D/s.

  * * * * *

  Why he’d made the last-minute decision to allow Mira to see the e-mail invite he’d received from Club D/s for their annual Halloween party, Nash would never know. He doubted very seriously she’d show her face, even in costume, in such a risqué place. Not Mira, she was the epitome of good girl.

  Unlike most of the others milling around the various rooms of the club, Nash was not in costume. Dressing simply in black slacks and a deep burgundy button-down shirt kept him unencumbered, just the way he preferred, especially when it came to playing. And if Mira found the courage to show up at Club D/s tonight, he was definitely going to be doing some type of playing, no matter how tame.

  Everyone seemed to be having a good time. The place was decorated to the hilt. Some rooms done up scary while others were more festive with smiling pumpkins hanging from the wall. The courtyard had been turned into a haunted house draped in black with wicked sounds echoing from the stereo speakers. Although fun, the Halloween play party in full swing around him was not the reason why Nash made sure he would be present. Neither was the fact that he was a silent owner and board member. No, he was there because there was the slightest chance Mira would show.

  There was just something about Mira’s quietness that challenged him. That single aspect of her personality drew him in, made the need to hear her scream his name bone-deep. His cock rose at the thought of hearing her moan and gasp while he tortured her body in delightfully erotic ways.

  Although outwardly quiet, there was a sparkle in her eyes, a hint of spirit that warned she would be no pushover. When Mira submitted to him, it would be with strength and pride. Nash could hardly wait.

  After wandering through the club’s different rooms viewing the different scenes taking place, Nash found a dark, quiet corner of the main room where he leaned against the wall sipping slowly from a bottle of water.

  From his vantage point, Nash could clearly see the door. He had nearly finished his water and was growing more bored by the minute when the main door once again opened.

  This time it wasn’t the chilled night air that took his breath away, it was the twins who stepped over the threshold. Nash immediately knew which one was Mira although the only difference in their outfits was the color of the masks covering the upper half of their faces.

  To him the differences were obvious. It was in the way she carried herself, the slight angle she tilted her chin and the way her lips curved in a shy smile versus the Cheshire cat grin Aubrey wore.

  Nash nearly exploded in his pants at the sight of the generous swell of her breasts displayed so prettily above the tight confines of her corset. And if that weren’t enough, she’d shown up in a skirt so short just a hint of ass showed beneath its hem. And damn if he wasn’t an ass man.

  Waiting until they made their way completely into the room was hard, watching while every heterosexual man in the place circled was nearly impossible. Nash wasn’t a jealous man, quite the contrary. He enjoyed showing off his possessions and sometimes even shared. The problem came in the knowledge that Mira was not yet his.

  Her single status was something he intended to see change as soon as he was able to gauge her reaction to the lifestyle. She showed up, he silently reminded himself. At the very least she was curious. He could work with curious.

  Remaining where he was took nearly every ounce of willpower he possessed. His cock ached for a feel of her, his mouth watered for her taste and yet he stood right where he was.

  Several men and women stopped and talked to them. From where he was standing, Nash couldn’t hear everything Mira said but Aubrey’s voice carried a bit better so he knew for fact she had introduced them.

  He was always amused at those who could not tell Mira and Aubrey apart. Just about the time he thought it, one of the DMs commented on their mask color as a way to do just that. Nash chuckled wondering what, if anything, the Collins sisters had up their sleeves, dressing almost identically.

  Mira looked like a deer caught in the headlights of oncoming traffic. Eyes he knew to be deep sea green were wide. With shock? There was no way to be sure from his vantage point.

  Her gaze darted around the room, her head swiveling back and forth as if to see everything. Nash looked around the room trying to view it in the same new, fascinating and probably a bit scary way Mira was obviously seeing it.

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sp; There was a woman with her shirt off facing the whipping post. Her short black skirt was tucked up into the waistband of barely there g-string panties, showing the very pale curve of her full ass. A man in all black stood back and watched her tremble while uncoiling the length of an obviously well-loved single-tail whip.

  The first crack of the whip caused Mira to jump. Others in the room became quiet and moved closer yet not so close as to encumber the scene. Nash kept his eyes on Mira, curious if she would also move in for a better view.

  Unlike the others, his little mouse took several small steps back but never looked away. Aubrey leaned in and whispered something to her obvious nervous sister. Mira didn’t look too sure but she nodded her head and continued to watch from a distance.

  After several flicks of his wrist, the dominant in all black had his partially nude submissive moaning, the sounds guttural in the cavernous room. After many more lashes he moved to her, covering her back with his front, whispering words no one else could hear before moving back to check the fruits of his labor, which happened to be in the form of brilliant red marks across the back and upper swell of the woman’s ass. She turned to him, eyes glazed over with a beautiful smile on her face.

  Nash continued to watch Mira from the corner of his eye and was nearly ecstatic to see a wide smile curving her full lips. She smiled at Aubrey, who then took off her mask and handed it to Mira. Aubrey gestured to Mira, something Nash took to mean mingle, before leaving the main room with a man Nash had never seen before.

  He made a mental note of the man’s appearance and would be stopping the first Dungeon Master, also known as DM—men and women whose sole purpose at a play party was the safety of the guests—to ask about the man.

  In the meantime though, he was going to claim Mira’s attention and show her just a bit about the lifestyle. Nash was about to step out of the shadows when Mira did something that completely took him by surprise. She removed her own white mask leaving her beautiful face completely unfettered.