Chapter one

 

Someone had tied the woman's wrists to either end of a long stick effectively keeping her arms wide apart. She was naked with large silicone breasts and a lean, almost skinny body. Sweat sealed her shoulder-length ash blonde hair to her temples, and her eyes were nearly closed. Her head drooped.

At first Shana thought the woman was out of it. Then the camera panned down her body to reveal her splayed legs and the moisture glistening on her sex. Her pussy was clean-shaven, the blatantly-displayed flesh there darker than the rest of her-swollen from increased blood flow. The woman swayed. A long, low, satisfied moan rolled out of her.

"Shit," Shana whispered. "Shit."

"Wait," her friend Joleen said. "That's just the start."

Feeling flushed, Shana tightened her hold on her wine glass, brought it to her lips, and gulped.

Several moments passed during which the woman on the monitor in Joleen's home office continued to sway and groan. Then she started to close her legs.

"No," a male voice commanded. "Keep them the way they are. I'm not done with you, not by a long shot."

The woman's eyes opened, and she stared to her left toward where Shana concluded the order had come from.

"I'm so tired." The woman licked her lips. "You're asking too much of me."

"Am I?" the unseen man shot back. "Maybe you'd like to be taken back to the boat and returned to your vanilla life."

The woman lifted her restrained arms only to let them drop again. "No. Not yet."

"Not yet what?"

Long, thick lashes fluttered. "No I don't want to leave, Master."

"Shit," Shana hissed. "Seriously?"

Joleen shrugged. "You tell me. One thing I'm sure of, this isn't a porno flick with actors."

No, it wasn't. When Joleen had called insisting she come over after work, her best friend had said little except to explain she'd used her considerable computer hacking skills to find the password for a site Shana absolutely had to see. Joleen had even offered to supply the wine required for ultimate enjoyment. So instead of formalizing a bid on a new landscaping project after her crew left for the day, Shana had climbed into her pickup and headed for Joleen's place.

At a loss for words, Shana took another swallow and leaned closer to the screen. Not long ago she'd been worn out from a day that had started before dawn but now she felt alive, anticipating something she couldn't wrap her mind around.

A tall, well-built and unselfconsciously naked man had just stepped into view. Shana expected his captive to shrink away when he started to extend a large hand toward her. Instead, she straightened and stood her ground. Good for you, Shana silently exhorted her. Show him what you're made of.

The man closed his right hand around the woman's throat and drew her to him, angling her head upward as he did. Two faces came closer. An impressive erect penis jabbed at the woman's belly.

A wave of heat not entirely attributable to her wine flowed into Shana as whoever these people locked in a curl-your-toes kiss. Granted, the woman didn't have much choice in the matter but unless Shana couldn't read body language, she was enjoying herself. A lot.

Roll with it, lady. Rock the experience.

Lips crushed lips. Two mouths separated. The bound woman rose onto her toes, made no attempt to free herself from the fingers on her neck. Inch by inch the larger player, if that's what they were, forced her to lean back until she was off balance. Her shoulders strained from the effort of trying to lift her arms, but the invading masculine body made that impossible.

At the last moment, he saved her from falling by letting go and grabbing the stick. He deftly drew her arms over her head and secured the stick to a hook dangling from a rope Shana hadn't noticed.

"What have you done?" The woman struggled to free herself which caused her expensive breasts to jiggle. Her barely-there belly sucked in and out.

"Keeping you handy." The man stepped to her side, took hold of her hair, and pulled down on it until she was staring up at the sky. "You impressed me with your efforts to remain in place while I played with you." His free hand slipped between her legs. "But now that I have you anchored, my options have increased."

Anchored and helpless to stop the man from doing any and everything he wanted to. What the hell would that feel like?

Was it something she'd ever want to experience?

Joleen clicked the mouse to freeze the action. The nameless couple remained locked in anticipation with the man's body so close Shana longed to touch him. He wasn't particularly handsome with thick, greying hair that covered his chest and belly and coated his erection. He had a bit of a paunch and looked to be in his late forties with muscled arms and thighs that said he lived a physical life.

As the owner of her own landscaping company, Shana spent her days around more men than women. Ordinarily this one wouldn't have warranted a second look but then those who worked for her came fully dressed.

More to the point, in her day job she was the boss while this member of the male sex was definitely in charge.

Another hot wave ran through her.

"I've done some research." Joleen sounded out of breath. "This isn't one of those membership porn sites and those two aren't being paid for their efforts."

"Then what are they?"

"Near as I can tell this site hasn't been given a formal name. The URL contains the letters MSDB which could be BDSM reversed. That particular activity has gotten so much play lately that I can't imagine them being concerned the morality patrol might shut them down." She paused. "Just the same, I can't help wondering if whatever MSDB is about goes beyond submission and dominance."

Shana struggled to concentrate on what she'd just been told, no easy task considering the electrical charges striking her from all directions. Damn, what practices existed in a culture she'd never dreamed of-well hardly ever.

"What do you mean by beyond?" she belatedly thought to ask.

Joleen winked. "Okay, truth is instead of working this afternoon, I watched several other, ah, scenes. Wow to the max. Boy have I been living a sheltered life."

"Sheltered from what?"

Joleen shook her head. "Oh no you don't. I'm not going to give anything away. You have to watch some of those scenes if you want to know what I'm talking about except scenes probably isn't the right term."

Talking had helped separate Shana a little from the crazy thought that she had to explore what MSDB was about. "So speaking hypothetically, where would one go for more information?"

Joleen lightly punched her arm. "Hypothetically my ass. For starters, they frequently mention an island."

Guessing Joleen knew more than she'd let on, Shana decided to play along. "The man said something about a boat."

"Yeah. Parts of the scenes-I watched four of them in between taking breaks to work off a little steam-were filmed out-of-doors. No one looked or acted cold and the vegetation is tropical."

"And the site is located where? Come on, you know how to find out that kind of thing."

"Indeed I do." Joleen patted herself on the shoulder. "Florida."

Shana blinked. "Seriously?"

"Hey, I wouldn't joke about that."

Joleen and she lived on Florida's east coast. Quite possibly, the videos had been shot not far from here, maybe on one of the numerous nearby islands.

"I'm assuming everything that takes place is consensual," Joleen said. "At least I hope to hell it is."

Bondage? Maybe the real thing? The thought made her shiver. "What makes you say that?"

"Because some of what happens is damn intense."

She could have asked what constituted intense but she preferred to determine that on her own, in private.

Joleen minimized the frozen naked couple and opened another screen. This one consisted of a paragraph of text.

The majority of women have secret sexual cravings. Unfortunately, most live their entire lives never giving those cravings free rein. Fear, inertia, and lack of opportunity holds them back. As a result they don't know what it means to be truly alive. To take great risks.

If you have courage, strength, and need-welcome.