“You speak?” Gently he began to roll the dress up my thighs. I tensed and squeezed my thighs together. “Uh-uh. No hiding there. Open.”
I glared some more.
Chris moved in and nipped my nose. Shock hummed through me as his other hand wrapped around my breast, squeezing tight. Big hand, hard grip, small pains that did
things
to me. I squirmed on the spot.
I hated possession like this – the casual owning of a woman bothered me, especially if it was
me
. But with his hand on me there, and the wrist bondage, with my arms pulled back out of the way, I had nowhere to go. Fuck. Hate you Chris.
Yet what he did fed heat into my groin.
“Open your eyes, Kat.”
I snapped them open. Crap. I’d closed them without meaning to.
“I knew you were turned on because you’ve dripped on the counter.”
Mild panic to mortified in one second flat. Knowing he’d seen my moisture coming from me… I stared at him. Amusement, lust, and the satisfaction of a Dom who’s hit the humiliation and torture button flickered across his face. Bastard.
His thumb swept over my breast teasing my nipple as he added in a matter of fact way, like it was a done deal. “I’m going to make you come now, Kat. If you don’t want Andreas to see, be good. If you’re bad, I can stretch this out forever.”
How did he guess Andreas watching would bother me?
“Good girl.” He must have deciphered the consternation in my expression.
I argued with myself, tensing then relaxing. My nipple, desperate thing, poked up higher and ached. Don’t tell him to fuck off, don’t…because…
Because I wanted his hands on me. I throbbed in anticipation. Until he’d fingered me last night, no one had touched me there, skin on skin, for so long.
This is just a body reaction, nothing –
Then his hand wormed between my thighs
.
I gasped.
Hand, pushing past my taut leg muscles until I had to relax. I shut my eyes. His thumb found my clit. The simple contact there made me shudder. I wanted, didn’t want, but most of all I
craved
.
When his fingers traced the line of my slit and one, then two, fingertips parted my lips, I had to bite back a groan. When they forged up inside me and I could only kneel there taking it…my eyes rolled back and I arched my pelvis into the throb where his thumb perched, waiting.
Hate and want and pain as he dug his fingers into my breast. His thumb down there stayed mostly still while he slipped those thick fingers into me, then out and in again.
“That’s it. Show me you want it,” he murmured. “There’s no one else. Just you and me.”
I wriggled again, trying to secretly tell his thumb to move – like it wasn’t his thumb, wasn’t him.
He tapped his thumb once, circled my clit, once.
I let out a soft grunt of breath.
All of me was there, centered on the apex of my sex. Throb, throb. Him on me. The pressure, barely there, but I was so aware of it.
I wriggled again, pushing on him. His fingers stilled while thrust high inside, and my pussy clamped in on them…me panting, waiting,
fucking
desperate.
His thumb circled, once. “Say you want this, Kat,” he growled. “Say, yes.”
I quashed my rising sense of betrayal and breathed a choked, quiet, tiny, “Yes.”
“Good.”
After my confession he began to pump those fingers in and out, his thumb played with my clit in earnest, just the right pressure, just the right circling touch. I strained forward and his hot mouth engulfed my nipple, sucking on me through the material.
Unable to resist, I came.
I rode out the orgasm silently, jerking as waves came and went, my mouth gasping and open, aware he was there, that
he
had done this to me, and still not being able to stop.
When I opened my eyes, Chris lifted his head from my breast, and Andreas entered the kitchen.
Shit.
“What have I missed?”
My heart thumped an insane tattoo on the inside of my chest and I felt the intimate suction as Chris extracted his fingers. An involuntary post-orgasmic shudder struck me.
“You missed Kat having an orgasm, that’s all.” Chris let go of my breast and wiped his fingers on the bottom of my dress.
Andreas had seen something though. I could only bear to look up at him through the veil of my hair. Was that annoyance on his face or regret? Or both? Did he regret not seeing Chris…defile me?
That’s what it had been, surely?
The dangling strands of my hair made it easy to pretend I was hidden from his view. I panted lightly, peering out with my head hanging low. I wasn’t sure who or what Andreas was, but protector had been high on my list. Maybe I was wrong.
The little bay was deserted, as expected. Climbing over the headland rocks from the south would be a job and a half. Same for the rocks to the north. Kat and I were in a little rocky no man’s land. There weren’t enough tourists in Cow Bay to make visitors likely. Behind us, by fifty yards, was the wall enclosing the lodge – a small distance but far enough to make this seem like a different world.
Kat’s leash wove across my palm then dripped away like a silver snake escaping. I’d sworn to Chris I’d mind her properly. He was off talking to Scrim about the recent power failures. This was the first time I’d been alone with her.
Although the battered little jetty only ran a few yards up the beach, it went far enough into the sea to make a great place from which to fish. A few sea gulls called out indignantly at our invasion then flapped off into the blue sky. Salt air. Wind ruffling in my face. The light sun of the early morning. The timber of the jetty underfoot. I sucked in some clean breaths.
Back there was different…dirty? Perverted. Nasty even. It didn’t seem real half the time.
Below, the water tempted me with its clarity and coolness. I knew how it would taste in my mouth and flow crystal-cold over my skin if I dove deep. But there was fear too. The teeth never went far away. I could see red in those waves.
Once upon a time, the sea had meant freedom to me. Now…it was a mixed bag of panic, leisure, fun, and pain. I’d long reconciled myself to never separating each of those threads from the others. The weight of the chain around my neck reminded of my vow to never let fear conquer me. I caught and held the silver-mounted shark tooth between finger and thumb, feeling its smoothness and the fine bumps on the saw edge of the tooth.
Kat cleared her throat.
I tugged on her leash, eyeing her and that tiny purple microkini.
Chris had retrieved it from a cupboard stocked with what he termed BDSM role-play costumes. The top was a barely two inch satin strip. The bottoms…I swallowed at how it showed the outlines of her pussy. The cloth delved up between her lips – she had to be dying to adjust that. Flimsy as a drizzle of rain.
If she’d had any hair left there after Chris had shaved her, I would have seen it through the cloth. That procedure had been something else.
Watching him shave her, with Kat strapped face-up to the spanking bench, had wiped my brain. He’d strapped her ankles to her thighs and tied her down so tightly she’d only been able to squirm her ass a quarter inch sideways at most. After he’d slapped her thighs a few times she’d ceased to do even that.
Fingers clenching. Her belly reflecting the overhead light. Her pussy lips glistening as he wiped off the last of the cream to leave her more nude than
…
nude.
I focused.
Ugh.
Having a boner while wearing quick unzip surf shorts when the person you were dreaming of was a foot away, not good.
Kat waited before me, hands cuffed at her front, for
me
to decide where we were going. Bemused, yet patient. I think she could see the wheels turning in my head.
Her gray eyes sparked with intelligence. I tightened my hold on the silver chain.
Through the gaps in the jetty timber, lazy waves slopped against the legs of the jetty.
“Sit.” I pointed at the folded towel and pillow at the foot of the seat. I’d lugged this roofed bench seat out earlier. Even at eight thirty the sun heated metal. If we weren’t in the shade, as the day progressed, the petite silver cuffs and collar he’d put on her today would sizzle against her skin.
She folded her legs and sat. Already drool wet the black rod between her teeth.
I also sat and rested my arms on my knees. The seat creaked as the struts adjusted to my weight. It was lightweight but the fringed canvas roof extended out a fair way, front and back – enough to shade us both.
“Hi.” I nodded slightly and she did nothing except look back at me. How was it she managed to look so defiant despite everything? Must be the eyes. A compulsion struck me, to talk with her and discuss what was happening. “I don’t know where to start…Kat.”
She blinked and raised an eyebrow. A pretty, well-shaped brow like the rest of her. Wasn’t I too old, and the wrong sex, for a teenage crush?
The last two days I’d watched the dance between her and Chris. He, aiming to take control. Her, dodging it however she could. She’d even kicked his shins at one point. I’d waited for him to flog her or something but he hadn’t. Maybe he was waiting for me to leave?
“I have to go tomorrow. I’m sorry.” I hung my head a second, and felt a need for something to occupy my hands. I opened the tackle box and began attaching a hook and sinker to the line of my fishing rod. Someone who stayed here had fished, or thought about it. My left fingers generally worked well enough for most things.
The rod and tackle box came from the storeroom under the house. I had my camera because the view here was to die for and I always took pictures. And for bait, I had pickled worms Scrim had bought at a store in Cow Bay.
I finished off tying the half blood knot, despite the fingers on my left hand going a little numb, and cut off the excess.
“I’m torn. There’s the good moral me who wants to release you, rescue you. I guess you know that?” I smiled at her slight grimace around the gag. “He’s warring with the other me, the one that’s helping Chris – a man I’d die for…back against a rock while hordes of enemies shoot us chock full of bullets.” I sighed. “I’m sorry I can’t help you.” I put aside the rod.
Shit. One-way conversations sucked.
And I’d lied a little. There was another me, the one that took over sometimes when I saw her and imagined getting her to do things she didn’t want to. People said money made the world go round but they were wrong. It was sex. Dirty, nasty, glorious, romantic, soul-shattering sex made the world go round. When I was near Kat, the dirty and the nasty climbed up from the dark places of my brain.
The things that me wanted to do…to her.
That made me so uncomfortable, because it wasn’t
really
me. It was some troglodyte throwback, some vestige of caveman.
I scrubbed my hair then crouched and clicked the leash to the leg of the seat before I reached for her mouth. At her flinch, I stopped. “I’m taking off the gag.”
Kat remained still as I removed it. After I released the buckle, I let my fingers trail forward to her chin, sliding in the drool. Something, fuck, something weird about this grabbed me. Her helplessness? The look? I held her chin then let go. Even that small touch left me with blue balls. Not that I hadn’t had those pretty constantly for the last few days.
Kat slipped her tongue out and across her lips and moved her jaw up and down. “Thank you,” she murmured.
In the distance, a yacht appeared against the horizon. I made a note to watch it. The waters in the bay were littered with undersea rocks. Unless the skipper was insane, it’d stay offshore.
“You’re welcome.” We were being so civil. Strange, considering how often I’d imagined fucking her. “Water?” I offered her my bottle of ice water and watched her swallow some.
“What do I have to do to get you to help me escape?”
I shook my head. “Nothing. Because I won’t. I can’t.”
“Why?” Her little frown begged me to smooth it out with a finger.
“Because. As I said, he’s my friend.” I spread my hands.
“What sort of man let’s this happen to a woman and does nothing?” Though she didn’t raise her voice, it shook. Angrily, she wiped under one eye, as if unhappy I’d seen her cry.
Good question. Reluctantly, I answered. “Me. I guess. Chris saved my life, years ago. A shark attacked me while I was surfing. He got me to shore. Stopped the bleeding. The whole way back, there was a shark in the water following us, or so they told me.”
“That’s it?” She rocked back and forth on her knees. The breeze carried strands of her hair over her shoulder, whipping them in her face.
So dismissive.
Like it was nothing.
“It’s enough.” There was more, years more, of us being friends. I wasn’t going to catalogue it for her. “He’s not going to hurt you…”
More than you can take.
Chris had said she liked pain, right?
“Chris is a fucking sadist.” Her teeth showed. Her eyes near glittered.
This
was the woman I’d seen many times – kicking Chris, swearing, yet she seemed quieter now. Was she planning something? Did she want to appeal to me by acting sedate?
“I can’t help you.”
“Jesus. I have things to do, you know? A life back there. You can’t do this!”
“Like what?” I was genuinely curious. “What did you do?”
“I worked with Child Safety Services. I’ve got kids in some really dodgy families who need me.”
“They can replace you. Someone will do your job.” It felt like I was the one signing her life away. What the hell? But, in a way, I was. By refusing to help her. Man up. Take it on the chin. It is my fault.
“No. They can’t.” She stared downward. “How can you say that? Just dismiss my life? I’m not disposable. I don’t want to be his – oh fuck it. Can’t you see what sort of a man he is?” Her voice rose. “He’s an A-grade asshole! This is wrong!”
I felt sorrow, yes, and anger that it came to this. But…
Child Safety Services. I knew what they did. There would be thousands upon thousands of employees like her.
“I’m sorry. But there’s nothing I can, or will do.”