Shit, shit, shit.
Why hadn’t Vetrov told me about this shipment? I guess, in his business, things might not be certain, or run on timetables.
For years I’d kept separate from this, ignored the knowledge David had accidentally tossed about on those drunken sessions. Now, I was going to have to confront something I’d heard stories about. I’d buried it, walled it off. This was the cancer inside of me that I’d pretended wasn’t there. One of its tentacles had finally wriggled out and was waving about in daylight. Black, dirty, sickening – a part of me. Fuck.
I could’ve done without this.
Once upon a time, I’d wanted to do something but I hadn’t. I’d gone back and forth, back and forth, swearing at myself. But I’d never done anything. I’d been afraid. Afraid both of what might be happening to the girls, and of how much that lured me.
* * *
I wriggled my back into a better spot on the beach lounge, drank the last inch of orange juice, and set down the glass to the merry clink of the ice cubes. The sand grated under the buried plastic legs. A few miles out, the sky was a porridge of a thick slate gray and the sea reflected the darkness. Closer in, at the sea’s edge, small glassy waves curled in like nature’s clockwork. The water was a blue so clear that even from twenty yards back, I could see fish flitting and curving through the water.
A thunderstorm hovered out there, maybe thinking about rolling landward.
Kat lay on her back before us on a towel. Her body shimmered with light and sunscreen. When she shifted in any way, things did a dance – she was a living wet dream from a porn site. Anticipation was giving me the biggest hard-on.
Andreas was flaked out beside me on another of the long, white lounges. Plenty of time to move back to the lodge if we had to. An hour of sunbaking left in the afternoon. The beach was still a great place to be.
Vetrov could go fuck himself. Compartmentalizing was the answer to keeping life under control.
I’d taken precautions. Kat’s ankle cuffs were joined with a chain and Andreas had her long leash. No one could see us, and anyway, no one would think anything except that we were kinky. Kink wasn’t illegal. Though the iridescent bikini I’d given Kat to wear should be.
I’d almost like her to try getting away again. It’d give me an excuse to get creative.
Andreas’s lounge was semi-reclined. He cranked himself up higher, on one elbow. “Fuck. That’s enough. I’m warmed up enough.”
“The sun?” I shaded my eyes with a hand.
“No. Her. Time to catch a mermaid.” Andreas tugged on the leash making Kat look up, startled. Then he began to reel in the leash. The metal tinkled as it knocked on the lounge. “Come here, girl. I need you to sit on my lap.”
From the small mountain peaking up Andreas’s shorts, the man was in a bad way.
Kat had a crinkle on her forehead that came and went. Would she do this? When she stayed put, I sat up and added some tension to the leash.
“Move. Unless you want to test out some of the more gruesome toys I found, out here, in the open?” I gave her my best mean stare but found I was hoping she’d defy me. Doing stuff to her after she was bad seemed better than just doing stuff, full stop.
“I got it,” Andreas growled and hauled on her even more until, half-pouting, half-frowning, she lurched toward us.
“Go for it.” I lay back down, smiling. “You’re a quick study.”
Watching her resist just enough to delay the inevitable, electrified me. I compared this to her previous performances. We were getting somewhere. She was truly my work of art in human flesh and mind. I’d never forget her mind. Getting inside there was as important to me as getting inside her pants.
With a few more tugs, he made Kat crawl up the lounge until she straddled his lap. To either side, her knees rested on the blue padding. The ankle chain would be cutting into him.
“Key?” He held out his hand for it.
She wasn’t going anywhere while sitting on him with me inches away. I took the key off my neck and gave it to him so he could undo the ankle chain then looped it back around my neck.
Andreas caressed her cheek with his left, leash-holding hand. “Hello, pretty thing.” His other hand, he slid between her legs, two fingers distinctly pressing upward, back and forth, working the bikini into her slit. She squeaked in one involuntary breath then bit down on her lip, as if trying not to look aroused.
I smiled and turned over onto my side so I could watch properly. Already the swell of her labia pushed out the cloth. “You’re more adventurous than I remember. Outdoor sex?”
“Mmm. What gave you that idea?” His finger sneaked aside the cloth and did that little dance sideways that said he sought her entrance. “I haven’t been in here yet, have I, Kat?”
His finger sank in an inch, two, and kept going up inside.
She clutched at his arm, trying to pull him away. “No,” she gasped out.
Andreas shifted his left hand to grasp the front of her throat. The reaction that triggered made my male hormones go into overdrive. She arched forward, her eyes closed, her mouth dropped open then she wriggled on top of him. This time her hands seemed more to guide him to drive his fingers deeper.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered.
The sinuous movement of her tanned thighs, and the jiggles of flesh as her tits nearly escaped from the top was enough to make my cock spring up some more.
I tsked at her grabby hands. “We can’t have that.” So I climbed off the lounge and pulled off my swim shorts. My erection sprang free.
“You keep that away from her pussy this time.” Andreas nodded toward my dick. “In a second, when she’s wet enough, I’m fucking her.”
Kat opened her eyes then opened them wider when she saw my cock. “No. Wait –”
“You’re telling us, to wait?”
Though she didn’t answer me, she struck at the arm pinning her throat. Andreas grunted. His arm dropped away for a few seconds before he recovered and recaptured her throat.
I straddled the lounge at knee level with my feet in the sand then grabbed both her flailing hands. “You okay?” I asked him.
Her panting wound down a little.
“Yes. She got me where the nerve’s damaged. I think Kat’s channeling that shark.”
A little frantic, she looked from him to me.
I stared her down until she dropped eye contact. “Leave your hands where I put them while I tie them. Tonight, you’ll learn why you shouldn’t have done that. Now, I could just use your cuffs but this is sexier.”
I ripped the bikini top ties and freed her tits, happy to see she kept her hands clasped behind her, though her fingers were white. Worried? “You obeyed. Very good.”
“Please.” She appealed to Andreas. “Not both of you at once.”
“Why not?” His eyes were hooded and he pulled her head down a bit lower. “It’s going to happen sometime.”
While I was tying her hands firmly at the small of her back, he removed his fingers from her pussy. Before I could rebuke him, he plucked at, and pulled open, the tiny bows that tied the bikini bottoms together.
“Because…” She tugged with her hands, testing my knots. “I don’t do anal.” But as she spoke he dragged her ever nearer to his face. “Andreas!”
I snorted, having figured out why her voice had gone high-pitched.
After pulling open the bows, he’d put his arm around her and his finger to her little asshole. With his hand coated in her juices, he was steadily introducing the tip of his forefinger into that rosette. Already the finger had disappeared an inch inside.
Kat whimpered and squirmed. “No. I don’t –”
“That’s going in easily for someone who doesn’t. Let’s see if she can take more.” I cocked an eyebrow at Andreas. “As in my finger.”
“No!” she squeaked. Then she shuddered again as his hand visibly tightened on the back of her neck.
I leaned in closer. “Have you been fucked anally before?”
“Not…”
“Not what?” I licked her ear then bit.
“Ow! He only used butt plugs on me, but I…um…” Her voice stuttered to a halt and I bit a little harder. “I…I used them sometimes when I got myself off.”
“Thank you for answering honestly.” Andreas brought her in for a quick kiss then clamped her head to his chest so she was fully bent over and exposed. He smirked at me.
“You might not have been fucked here before but you soon will be. You’re getting a cock in your pretty little asshole today. And you’re going to love it.” By steering around his hand, I slicked up my fingers, riding along the groove between her soft engorged lips. “Damn, she is turned on.” While I held her wrists to her back, I pushed a finger into her pussy.
One very annoyed Kat. While she still scowled, I shoved another finger in and massaged high and fast inside her toward the front. The change in her face…
From the jerk of her body and clench of her walls, I’d found somewhere close to her G-spot. I planted my hand on her back to hold her in place, and kept going, jarring her with the violence of the massage. At her prolonged moan my balls started to ache with a vengeance. Fuck this. I needed inside her soon.
“You like her gagged, Andreas?”
He cleared his throat then chuckled. “I do.”
“I’ll use the bottoms.”
I slowed my massage then removed my fingers, amused at how our little Kat had slumped forward.
“Abracadabra.” I dragged the scrap of cloth out from under her.
While he held her upright and still, I centered it across her mouth. Her gray eyes watched my every move but her teeth remained together.
“Open.” I waited. “Open or tonight we will have a triple punishment.”
“Sir, plea –”
Though the completely voluntary
Sir
had made my heart do a hop, skip, and jump, I wedged in the cloth then tied it at the back.
“Now, let’s see what you can take. There’s no sand here, okay. And you’ve got plenty of moisture. Relax, girl.” Slowly I began to wriggle my fingertip in beside Andreas’s.
“I won’t move mine,” he murmured.
Apart from a few squeaks, Kat held her breath like someone internalizing their enjoyment. Her little hole expanded and contracted, allowing me to penetrate her without fuss. Two fingers. What the hell size butt plugs had she been sitting on? When she shuddered, clearly taking pleasure from the act, I was sure I could fuck her there.
“She likes that.” I kissed her shoulder. “I’ll go get a condom and some lube. Keep her happy. Two minutes, tops,” I added to her. “Then we’ll see how much we can get you to come while we both fuck you.”
The wideness of her eyes and the submissive, accepting look in those pupils made me take her mouth softly. I caught her lips in my teeth then kissed her again, “Don’t go anywhere.”
Chris had gone. I waited a little longer until I heard the slam of the gate in the wall – half because I wanted to be sure he was far, far away, half because Andreas still had his finger in my ass and I was so ready for sex I wanted to hump him. Only the cloth of his shorts, then him. Naked him.
The length of his cock rested between the lips of my pussy. I could feel it there, as clearly as if I was touching him with my hands, running my fingers along it. But I didn’t want him inside me. A vibe, I just needed a vibe. A man inside me,
no
, especially not Andreas or Chris.
I needed to get away,
now
.
My wrists were a little loose. I twisted them.
Plan B – escape.
Fuck it. My head was screwed on the wrong way. His shorts must be so wet from me.
Though I was aroused, him doing it to me, here on the beach, or indeed anyplace, that concept made me feel so off, so wrong, almost ill. I didn’t need this man to complete my life. I wanted to go back to how I was, me, myself, and I, easing back into sex, with an occasional kinkster with a flogger, a vibe, or sometimes a tongue. I was getting there all by myself.
But, god. It wouldn’t hurt any to move. I ground against him, eyes closed, and listened to his chuckle. Sitting on him with my wrists tied by my bikini top, gagged, his hand wrapped around my neck, and his finger up inside me. My clit was going to pop if it poked up any more.
“Like that, do you.” He pulled out his finger and grasped my hip. Not a question. The man was amused I was horny.
Despite the gag, I tried to voice a no and it came out a messed-up gargle.
His hand tightened on my neck. Shit. Loved that. I hazed out. For that moment in time, I was nothing.
His.
Andreas let go of my neck. “Let’s get my pants off so I can get you nice and worked up before Chris returns. This can go back on later.” He pulled the bikini bottoms out of my mouth.
I heard the tinkle when he took up the chain of my leash. I opened my eyes. Left hand. Left hand on leash, remember? That’s good.
“Hop off so I can pull these down, then you can suck me a little before I fuck you.”
I gaped at him.
“You’re slow.” When I still hesitated, he sat up, took my breast in the half-circle of his hand. At first he sucked and the hot suction and alternating lap of his tongue undid me in seconds. I groaned and wriggled on his cock. Teeth clamped on me. I shrieked but wasn’t game to move in case I lost my nipple.
He let go and smiled evilly, the skin around his gorgeous dark eyes wrinkling. I wished I could draw my finger along his black eyebrows and down to his mouth so I could see if he would nibble my fingers.
Beautiful man.
Prettiness did not make a good person, or especially a person you should stick with when they were doing immoral things to you. Here was the oddest enigma of my whole life – that I could so enjoy submitting to a man who was forcing it on me. I struggled with it every time he touched me. I guess, I trusted him still, that might be the key, though not enough to ever expect him to free me…again. He wanted to make me have sex with him? Deal breaker.
I sighed, regretting what would never be.
“Come on, girl. Move!” His slap on my ass had me dismounting from the lounge between it and Chris’s lounge. A glass rolled over my foot, the dregs of orange juice dribbling onto my toes.
I reined in my heartbeat, assessed everything. Hands, check. His left hand on my leash. Check. From my collar to his hand, the metal chain swayed in the sunlight.