Read Here for Shaye Online

Authors: Misty Kayn

Tags: #erotica, #bdsm, #exhibition, #menage a trois mfm, #human puppy pet play erotica, #online meet in real life bdsm, #outdoors sex camping

Here for Shaye (5 page)

At her back, she could almost feel the weight of
Dallas’ surprise.

"Take five then come sit with me,” Sir said.

 

 

 

FIVE

 

 

Shaye inhaled a scent of the man and rubbed her face
on the hair on his chest. Eyelids peeled open, she stretched,
fingertips brushed the leather around her neck. Above them, thick
green roof fought the morning sun, stood guard against the blinding
yellow rays. She rubbed the sleepy haze out of her eyes. Last
night, on his lap, her nose buried in his neck, she fell asleep.
Small mercies. Because she wasn't ready to face Dallas, not after
Sir's cock fucked her mouth and came on her face. He didn't bother
to wipe her clean. He wasn't uncomfortable in his own skin in front
of people, in front of a man who, for all he knew, could've made a
huge scene out of it. Fuck it, his attitude said. It was the
attitude she wished for.

She lifted her head. Pink bra and panties dried on a
rope above the duffle bags. Sir slept, his chest rose steadily
against her soft breasts. Her fingertips, like a mannequin’s,
played over his stubble and down to his Adam's apple, that edgy
protruding part of a man. Her lips touched his chest and she
inhaled again then trailed kisses up his neck. She rubbed the side
of her cheek on his jaw to feel the abrasions of his stubble. She
nipped.

"Mmmm," he mumbled.

"Good morning, Sir. Oh!"

He flipped her over, her back to the mattress, his
hand pressed on her hip. She threaded her hands through his short,
brown hair then hooked them behind his neck. Long eyelashes framed
his eyes which seemed lighter in the morning with more yellows then
browns. He was a handsome man.

After a minute of her obvious ogling, his eyebrows
drew down. "Freckles, you sleep like a log," he said.

"I'm tired at the end of the week." Her eyes felt
puffy from crying, but she hadn't felt this alive in over a year.
She smiled broadly. "I want to swim to the Rocky Mountains this
morning."

"I'm getting a ski later. Will that do?" He pressed
a soft kiss behind her ear and rested his erection against her
core. Oh, God yes. She ran her palms through his hair and lifted
her bottom when his fingers dug into her ass.

"Please," she whispered, "make me come." She spread
her legs wider when he bit and kissed her neck then down her chest.
He cupped her breast and sucked a pale nipple into his mouth. Her
hands pressed him down on her breast while she rose up to meet his
mouth. "Oh please? I hurt. I need it. I need it, please."

“Want,” he said. “That’s not what you need.”

Long fingers lingered at her entrance and she gasped
at the pressure as he plunged them inside. He didn't stroke her, he
flicked two fingers against the soft walls hitting the spot she
hoped he'd assault soon with the tip of his cock. His fingers
worked her, his mouth found its way to the other breast. He bit.
Her walls fluttered, she was so close, so needy, she lifted her
bottom to meet his fingers. Cum slut begging for release. She
panted, rode his fingers, wanted more.

He flipped them, his back to the mattress.

"Noooo," she groaned. Sitting on him, she threw her
forearm over her eyes. She peeked underneath it.

He held out his hand for her to see how wet she was.
He rubbed her pussy juice between his forefinger and a thumb. "Look
at this," he wiped his hand on her stomach. "Sopping wet pussy. My
God it's what," he flipped his wrist, "only ten in the
morning."

"We should get an early start," she said,
nodding.

"Nothing better than morning sex, hmm?"

"Nothing. Definitely." Morning sex was intimate, and
she didn't know if he felt the same way, but that didn't mean she
couldn't beg for it.

"Come here." He guided her body, her pussy rubbing
on his lower abs. While he sat her above his groin, she wiggled her
way down until his erection was firmly against her opening.
Desperate measures. She bounced a little on top of it.

"You ready to do some work Cowgirl?" he asked.

"Yes!" Riding! Riding!

"You a lazy puppy?"

"Noooo." She shook her head.

"Good, go get us some breakfast. Your friend has
directions to a place."

She fell on top of him, buried her nose in the crook
of his neck. She inhaled the lingering tint of his cologne. "I
changed my mind, I'm a lazy puppy."

He slapped her ass.

"Lazier now."

"I'll send you to town naked and leashed."

She propped her forearms on his chest. "You
wouldn't."

His face was blank.

She scrunched up her nose—he would—and grumbled her
way to the duffle bags. Purple underwear, matching bra, black
cotton shorts and a yellow halter top in her hands, she turned away
from him and dressed making sure she bent at the waist, not at the
knees.

"My wallet is in the pocket of the smaller bag. Get
about five meals, eggs, sausage, bacon, the works. Orange juice, no
coffee for me."

She unzipped the bag and found a well-worn brown
wallet. She paused and looked up, tips of her fingers swiped across
the scratched surface. His head rested on his arm, his beautiful
body on display, his cock hard and proud, his eyes watchful. It
would be so easy to glance at his ID, read his full name and
address. She could Google him, find out what he did, if he had a
record, find pictures of him, Facebook account, well, almost
anything that was available. Did he want her to look? He didn't
say.

Eyes locked with his, she flipped open his brown
leather wallet and then peeked inside. She took out a fifty, closed
the wallet, and placed it back in the side pocket of the small
duffle bag. She picked up her purse.

"Shaye?"

"Sir?"

He padded the air mattress next to him. She walked
over and sat down. He reached to her neck and fiddled with the
collar. From yesterday to this morning, it was like a second skin.
She'd miss it on Monday.

"How are you feeling this morning?"

"I'm good, thank you. You?"

"Pleased."

She brightened.
Pleased.
It sounded good to
her, like a promise, while the weight of the collar came off for
the town trip. She missed it already but appreciated that he
removed it.

His palm on her exposed neck, he cleared his throat.
"We go on as planned."

She bit the inside of her mouth and fisted the
breakfast allowance in her hand. She didn’t want to disappoint him
with her reservations, and freeze if Sir allowed Dallas to watch
again. She covered up her doubts with a soft kiss on a hand that
led her.

 

****

 

After breakfast, they tanned by the river then jet
skied to view other campgrounds. Some were smaller than theirs,
some bigger but most were packed with people, beers, barbecue
smoke, and laughter. Nearest to their site, about half a mile down
the river, college students with university t-shirts passed joints,
and lounged in chairs. Shaye recalled her freshman year in the
dormitories, and the struggle to say “no” to frat parties, the keg
stands, and multiple hookups all because she wanted to graduate
early and get out on her own. Not that she was a virginal saint by
any means, but back then she didn’t take full advantage of San
Diego State’s student nightlife, either.

In the afternoon Sir and Shaye idled the ski and
watched a movie stunt. A chopper rose over three hundred feet above
one of the campgrounds filled with camera crew hidden in the
bushes. Shaye nearly jumped out of her seat. A female jumper dived
for the river, and just when she thought the girl would die trying,
her parachute opened and she guided it, landing hard on the dry
ground. That took some balls, she thought. Risk, adventure, taking
that steep fall without reservations. The jumper didn't know for
sure if the parachute would open or not, she only did her best
before the jump to make sure it did. The movie stunt stuck with
Shaye through the afternoon.

The sun was setting. By the table, Shaye knelt,
threaded her left hand through the water and splashed some on her
body to cool off. She rested her right elbow on Dallas's thigh.
"What are you reading?"

"Minotaur Taking, part one."

"Minotaur?"

"Yep."

"Is it lendable?"

Dallas smiled and placed his e-reader on the table.
"You're avoiding the elephant from last night. Why?"

Shaye shifted her weight. "I would read elephant
shifter porn."

"Tsk, tsk, the pink elephant I mean, the one
hovering above us."

She nodded. "Actively avoiding. Is it working?"

"Needs some lube."

Shaye played her fingers over the top of the running
current, and tried to find something to do. Except, fidget in the
shallow of the river and anticipate the moment when Sir came to get
her, were the only things to do. She followed strict orders to
kneel topless beside the table and remain kneeling even if a stray
guest came by. Sir saw the campsite as his territory, so whomever
came was going to get an eyeful of tits and ass. Sir didn't mind,
said he presented his puppy with pride. She wouldn't disappoint
him.

Her breasts felt heavier, bigger than ever before,
and she felt exposed to the river. The weight of her collar, the
promise, gave her courage against covering up whenever a random
boat or a jet ski cruised passed their hideout. Most pretended not
to see a naked, collared woman kneeling by the table, but some,
mainly the college kids down the river, passed their alcove several
times. Some made an effort in concealing their glances while others
whistled.

Shaye hadn't blushed silly like this since high
school when she forgot to remove the big red sale sticker from the
side of her black silk prom dress. For a seventeen year old in a
preppy private school, the $9.99 prom dress was a disaster, even if
years later she laughed about it thinking the event
unimportant.

"Do you think it matters what other people think of
you?" she asked Dallas.

He leaned his head against the chair's back and
propped Sir's sunglasses on his nose. "It depends."

"On what?"

"On you and the value you place on them. If you're
trying to impress someone, you'll want to do it in a way that’ll
favor their opinion. For example, remember my job interview? I was
slick, dude. I needed a job, I needed to eat, and so I said what I
had to get hired. Blew my big horn. Everyone does it."

"Everyone blows your big horn?"

"Stop evading." He rested Sir's sunglasses on his
head and leaned towards her. "They can if they wanna." He took her
hand in his, flipped her palm, and pressed his thumb in the center.
"If they want to."

She kept his hand, closed her fist over his thumb.
What was he saying? She didn't want to go there did she? They'd
been friends since diapers.

Dallas smiled his charmer smile, eased the weight of
his words. "Yep, everyone has an opinion and you can't please them
all either, so that's on you. “ He leaned back and released her
hand. “Why?"

"Frank."

"You mean twat."

"I tried to get him into kink, showed him some
things."

"Ah, that's what you called 'conflict of
interest'."

She expelled a breath before she said, "He went into
the chat room where Sir and I met. I'm worried what he might say
about me or rather, my real name, work, and everything else he
knows."

Dallas sat up, more alert now. "When did you find
out about this?"

"Yesterday, before I left."

"Don't they have people running the group? Tell them
to kick him out."

"They can't just throw him out, he's gotta get
stupid first."

"Sounds like stalking to me."

"I think he wants to get back together that's
all."

Stalking was a serious problem, a familiar one to
Dallas. He dated a girl who was stalked and it didn't turn out too
well for him. Two years ago, when Dallas went skiing one week, a
man followed him, pushed him off course and into a tree, tried to
hurt him for fucking his girlfriend, that wasn't his girlfriend.
The girl and the man had one blind date before that. A blind date.
Shaye gasped having just realized why Dallas felt the need to come
along. "Sir isn't like that guy, he wouldn't hurt me or follow me
around."

He shook his head then pursed his lips. They were so
suckable and plush. "I can see why you think that and the man seems
cool. But, you can't say for sure, and you don't even know his full
name, what he does for a living, where he lives."

"He doesn't know mine either. I couldn't pass it up,
had to chance it. You saw last night, not every guy is gonna do
that to me. I need this, otherwise I'm just another stray puppy on
the loose."

Dallas cleared his throat and played his hands in
Shaye's hair. "I'm trying to understand. It's not safe."

"It's risky but I realize it is and so does he."

"How so?"

"I could report him for anything, make shit up, show
bruises, so it's not a one way subby highway. See?"

"I haven't thought of that." He leaned back in the
chair. "Fair enough. I won't be a pain, I'm here for the burgers."
He turned in his chair. "Man looks like he knows what he's doing. I
tried convincing him to add hot sauce, tried to help but nothing
took." They watched Sir hop down from the small hill, grocery bags
in hand.

"Hey Dallas?"

"Yeah?"

"Frank thinks I want to be a dog. Is that what you
think?"

"I don't think about it."

Shaye wasn't sure if Dallas wasn't thinking about it
because he was a good friend, or because he truly didn't care what
Shaye did with herself in private. Or in public for that matter.
Dallas' opinion was important however, that much she knew. She
turned to the river, watched the moonlight, as if carried on water,
splash on the other side.

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