Love's Tender Bond [Bonding Camp 6] (Siren Publishing Menage and More) by Christelle Mirin

their bodies slick and wet. “Will you do the same for me? Let me know you?”
    A smile spread slowly over his lips. “I’ve never been completely open to anyone before but this time, I think I’ll tempt fate and see where this leads. I have a distinct feeling what you and I have together is going to be very, very intimate and also loving. So, yes, Missy Blue, I’m inviting you into my heart.”

Chapter Eight
     
    Missy was walking on air.
    She and Sam held hands, wrapped in robes, as they crossed the compound in the moonlit darkness to the building that housed the playroom. It felt good to have her fingers entwined with his, felt right. Though she was twenty-seven years old, Sam made her feel ten years younger. The promise of a new relationship with him was enlightening, scary, and so exciting she was vibrating inside.
    How she was going to react during a bonding session with Justice and Lauren included in the mix was another thing. Missy had been involved in bonding sessions before but never with Sam. She was nervous and was trying desperately not to let it get the better of her. She didn’t want to do anything to effect the connection they had made, which was growing into something very pleasurable and possibly long-lasting.
    The low lights along the pathway gave off a soft yellow glow, and the crickets were singing a lively tune. The night was warm but not uncomfortably so. For all reasons, Missy felt this night was perfect. Hopefully nothing would go wrong once they began their session.
    Sam held the door to the building open for her and they walked together down the hall to the playroom. They called it the playroom because they all considered it a room only for indulging their every desire.
    Justice and Lauren were lounging together on the large couch along the back wall. The long, red couch was new, recently added so people could relax during breaks in the bonding action. The room was lit strategically, highlighting certain areas where pieces of apparatus were positioned. Most of the pieces had to do with some sort of bondage. The members of the firm felt that if a prospective associate allowed themselves to release all of their inhibition by giving up control to others, they could bond in a way that was basal and deep. New associates were given the option of not participating but that usually led to not making it into the courtroom to argue cases with the three main partners. Cane, Moss and White were well known for being a formidable force in the courtroom and the assistants they chose to accompany them in the courtroom and help prepare cases had to be close and familiar, ones who had shared their most intimate desires. The partners thought bonding with their team made them perform as a well-oiled machine. And it worked. They hadn’t lost a case that Missy could remember.
    “Rodgers, Missy, how are you two?” Justice asked, rising from the couch. He, too, was dressed in a robe, a black silk one that matched Lauren’s who sat smiling from the couch.
    “We’re fine,” Sam said, slipping his arm around Missy’s waist and leading her further into the room. “We just didn’t expect anyone tonight. I hope we didn’t keep you waiting too long.”
    Missy still wondered about the reason behind everyone at the compound calling Sam “Rodgers.” He had sort of explained it, but it was still strange to her. She was the only one who called him Sam. When she thought about it, the fact she called him Sam and no one else did actually made it feel more intimate. She had to admit, she sort of liked that.
    “We haven’t been here long.” Lauren crossed her long legs, causing her robe to slide open to show how impossibly long her legs did look. “Missy, you look wonderful. Have you done something different with your hair?”
    Missy reached up to touch her hair. That couldn’t be it. “I’m just wearing it down for once.”
    Lauren narrowed her eyes and gave her a wry smile. “Well, if it’s not your hair,