HARBOR: Beards & Bondage

by Rebekah Weatherspoon

  Brooklyn

  I try to just breathe as we make our way down the shrub-lined path, through the trees behind Shaw’s house. Roger leads the way and I follow him, trying to ignore the way it feels to have Shaw and Vaughn at my back. I don’t know what I expected. Maybe to show up and find them both in all leather, dicks hanging out, ready to slap me across the cheeks as I beg for permission to do, well, anything. But nope. We have lunch. We talk. There’s paperwork. I change into my red bikini that shows off every inch of my fat body and just barely supports my tits, but makes them look sexy as hell at the same time.

  They both told me I look nice in their own way when I came back downstairs. Vaughn actually took off his glasses and did a double take. Shaw seemed less interested in my body, but I think that’s okay. He’d promised to tell me if we have a problem and that includes if he’s not ready to handle my truly plus-size figure. We’re just going to the beach to relax. I have my towel and a worn copy of JAWS I grabbed off the shelf in the sitting room. I listen to them talk about baseball and I keep my opinion of the Red Sox to myself, since it’s supposed to be a nice weekend.

  Shaw tells me the beach isn’t far and, before long, the dirt path we’re walking on gives way to fine, white sand. Up ahead, the beach stretches out all the way down to the deep blue ocean. I feel like maybe I need more time to think. This quick walk didn’t give me enough time to really consider everything I’d checked off on that list. Maybe I should have said something before we left the house. Do I want to submit to Shaw? I think so. I just have no clue what that’s going to feel like or if I even want to like it. Neither he nor Vaughn are pressuring me, though. We’re just walking to the beach. No big deal.

  The trees turn to tall grass and, sure enough, we’re standing on a nice stretch of private shoreline, a whole two-minute walk from Shaw’s back door. I have to know how much he charges for his custom pieces. Beach-backed property ain’t cheap.

  “Hold up one sec,” he says as he peels off to the left. Pressed into the edge of the grass is a hand-made wooden cabinet.

  “Isn’t this a bit magical,” I say, expecting a witch or a centaur to step out of the thing.

  Shaw pulls out his keys and opens the big padlock that secures the doors. “Beats having to lug shit back and forth from the house.” Inside are four tall beach umbrellas, some beach chairs and a half-empty bag of charcoal. I sling my towel over my shoulder, ready to grab a chair, but Shaw grabs all three and then Vaughn politely moves by me and grabs two of the umbrellas. I follow them to a nice spot and get out of the way as Vaughn sets up the umbrellas to shield us from the bright sun. There’s a nice breeze, but not a cloud in the sky.

  “So you weren’t kidding about this beach being private,” I say to Shaw as I look around. Way, way, way down the beach, I see the specks of two white people with a child. In the other direction, there’s nothing. The shoreline curves a bit, but I can’t see beyond it. Just tall grass and trees. I close my eyes and breathe in the sea air. It’s been a long time since I’ve been on a beach. It’s been a long time since I’ve taken a real deep breath.

  “Here ya go.” I open my eyes again at the sound of Shaw’s voice. Our little sitting area is all set up.

  “Thanks.” I spread my towel on the chair on the left, drop my book onto the seat, then walk down to the water to dip my toes in. “Oh my god!” I scream as I run back up the hot sand.

  “You gotta let yourself work up a bit of a sweat,” Vaughn says with a sweet smile. “Then you run in and cool off. Repeat the cycle again.”

  “Oh, you have a system.”

  “Of course.” He takes the frisbee he’s been carrying and finally throws it for Roger, who says fuck it and runs right into the waves after the bright orange disc.

  “Wow, he really doesn’t mind the cold water,” I say as I bend to call him to me. I stop as soon as I see Shaw shaking his head.

  “Nah-uh.”

  “What?”

  “Sit here with me. You can play fetch with the dog later.”

  “Is that an order?” I tease as I walk about over to him. I try to ignore the fact that he’s taken off his shirt and he’s more jacked than I remember. He’s also covered in tattoos, from forearms to collarbones, down his chest and stomach. I keep my drool in my mouth, but my pussy has been on hold all damn morning and she’s sick of my shit. She instantly starts to ache as my fingertips start to twitch. I need to touch this man.

  He looks over the frames of his sunglasses at me. “Yes. It is.”

  “And what will you do if I disobey you?” I plop down in my beach chair with a groan. It’s hot as fuck out. I’ll be sweating in no time if I don’t get some shade. And yeah, fine, okay. I didn’t come all this way not to be close to Shaw.

  “There are plenty of ways to punish you, Brook. Trust me.”

  “Oh, I believe you, but I’ve been following the Man’s rules for a long time now. Maybe I want to run free.”

  “Try me. See how it works out for you.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I’ll sit by you, I guess.” I shrug out of my cover-up and pick up the worn paperback I’ve borrowed.

  “They filmed that close to my grandparents’ place.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  “Yeah. They raised my dad in Oak Bluffs. We lived there for a bit before we moved back to Boston.”

  “I’ve never been to Martha’s Vineyard.”

  “We should go.”

  I glance over and think for a moment that Shaw’s eyes are closed, but he’s watching Vaughn as he tosses the frisbee back into the water. It’s hilarious to watch Roger belly flop after it. I try to stop myself before I think there’s no need for me to be here. There’s no way I can improve upon this picture of two beautiful men and their loyal pup. Then the part of me that’s been working like hell to remember that I didn’t do anything wrong chimes in. They want you here. You want to be here. Just enjoy this.

  “How long’s the ferry ride?”

  “Not long. You’d enjoy it. You stand on the upper deck on a misty day and just breathe that salty air in.”

  I try to picture it, but all I can think about is acting the fool with my friends on the Staten Island Ferry. “I think I have some generational trauma with boats and open water.”

  He sits up, but still doesn’t look at me. “That’s why all of the men in my family went back to the sea. My five-times great-grandfather was a whaler and every Shaw man after him has worked on the sea in some capacity.”

  “And you?”

  “He’s an old salt at heart,” Vaughn calls out.

  “I’m trying to picture you dressed up like a sea captain.”

  “Well, you did mark down roleplay,” Shaw says. “We can make it happen.”

  My pussy seems to like that idea. “Don’t men think women on ships are bad luck?”

  “And that’s why I’d have to take you to the Captain’s quarters and show you what happens to stowaways.” My mind flashes to the image of Captain Shaw and his crew running a punishment train on me. I hope this trip to the beach doesn’t last too long. I’d like to get to the naked portion of the day. I scrunch my nose up at him instead of opening my mouth, ’cause I’m not sure what thirsty ho shit might come out of it. I let out a sigh, trying to exhale my sexual frustration.

  Settling back in my seat, I think it’s time to read the classic novel. Really, I’m just skimming the first paragraph over and over as I try to ignore the energy coming off the man sitting next to me. Shaw’s head lolls back, probably settling in for a nap. A moment later, he holds out his hand.

  “Move your chair closer to mine,” he says quietly, but firmly. He’s still watching Vaughn and the dog. I swallow, setting down my book, grabbing the base of the chair and shifting it a few inches across the sand. Shaw’s forearm comes over my leg and he gently uses his elbow to push my thighs apart. His long fingers waste no time moving my bikini bottoms to the side.

  Eight

  Brooklyn

  I know he can feel how wet
I am as soon as he spreads my lips apart. His strong fingers are surprisingly gentle as he explores my whole pussy. The whole thing. He eases down to my aching entrance, spreading my juices around before he moves back up to my clit. Shaw has that magic touch. That soft caressing touch that my clit craves when it comes to direct contact. I can come like this. I know I can, in a heartbeat, but I don’t want to come yet, not so soon. It’s been so long, though, I may not have a choice. It’s different when it’s someone else’s skilled hand. It’s different when it’s someone you’ve wanted to touch you for months.

  I press my head back into my beach chair, dig my heels into the sand to stop myself from squirming too much. If I don’t control myself, I know I’ll be humping Shaw’s hand, begging him to let me come. I’m not there yet.

  A gasp slips out of me and my eyes fly open as I feel his lips against my neck. “How does that feel, Brook?”

  “Am I required to tell you?” I whimper as he pushes one finger inside of me. He works it in and out.

  “Yes, you’re required to tell me.”

  I tilt my head back so I can look him in the eye, but my gaze drops to his full lips instead. “It feels good, I guess,” I manage to say.

  “You guess?” He slides his finger out, then uses his whole hand to cover my slit and give it a firm squeeze. My eyes roll back in my head at the feeling. I'm so slick and wet, and I can feel how wet his fingers have become thanks to his exploring. My clit presses up against its hood. I’m starting to understand how this game works. “I thought we were being honest with each other, Brook.” I jump as he gives my pussy a harsh slap. It catches me off guard, but I definitely don’t hate it, especially when he does it again. I moan, my pussy soaking with a fresh wave of arousal.

  He does it again and two more times before I grab his forearm, whimpering his name.

  “Tell me again,” he says, his voice shockingly calm.

  “It feels good.” I blink a few times, trying to breathe, when I realize Vaughn has suspended his game of fetch with Roger. The dog is still frolicking in the waves, but Vaughn seems frozen at the edge of the water. Shaw picks that exact moment to reach with his other hand to move my bikini top off my breast. He leans over me, drawing his tongue over my puckered nipple. I reach up and run my fingers over his fresh fade, holding him closer as he continues to suck on my breast.

  Vaughn is watching us, the front of his shorts tenting out. His erection looks impressive from nearly twenty feet away. I almost laugh as he takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes, like he’s not sure if he’s hallucinating or if Shaw really is pushing two of his skilled fingers deep into my pussy while he switches to my other breast with his equally skilled tongue.

  “Should we—” I try to speak, but he just fucks me harder with his fingers, adding a third. “Should we include Vaughn in the fun?”

  Shaw looks up and I shiver as my wet nipple is exposed to the warm air. Then he looks back at me before sucking my nipple back into his mouth. His tongue swirls over the tip and a tiny orgasm rolls through me. This is already better than the pitful sex I had with Deek. I know Shaw feels the tremor because his fingers ease up on my clenching cunt and his mouth moves to my neck.

  “Who says he isn’t having fun?”

  “It just doesn’t seem fair.” Vaughn is still standing there, looking like a sexy math teacher, pushing his glasses up his nose again. He goes to adjust his erection, but stops himself at the last second and puts his hands on his hips. “Is he not allowed to touch himself without your permission?”

  “He can do whatever he wants, but there are certain consequences if he touches himself without permission, yeah.”

  “That’s cruel,” I moan as he lightly squeezes my clit.

  “It’s what he asked for. Vaughn, come here.”

  Vaughn walks over, coming up the beach with long, sexy strides. God, his legs drive me crazy. He should have been a model, not a patent lawyer.

  “You rang?” he says, his voice thick. Poor guy is hard as a rock and I’m starting to see a little dark spot on the front of his fucking shorts.

  “Brook thinks you feel left out.”

  “I’m right here. Why would I feel left out?”

  Shaw leans up and uses the hand that was knuckle-deep inside me to reach into Vaughn’s shorts. He doesn’t pull his dick out, but I watch Vaughn’s eyes fight to stay open as Shaw jerks him off beneath the fabric for a moment. He releases him and turns his fingers’ attention back to me.

  “She’s worried about that, I think,” Shaw says.

  “I like to wait,” Vaughn replies.

  “As long as you’re happy,” I say.

  “The view is better up close, though. You have a beautiful body, Brooklyn,” he says. His sincere compliment is nice to hear. It still trips me up a bit and I wonder if he speaks to everyone this way. “May I?” he asks Shaw.

  “No, you may not. But you know what you can do.” Shaw breaks away from me again and I try not to complain. I’m glad I didn’t when he hooks his thumbs into his swim trunks and pulls them down to his thighs, releasing his monstrously large cock. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Vaughn licking his lips. I don’t blame him. Sucking dick isn’t even my favorite thing to do and I feel my mouth watering at the mere thought of wrapping my lips around that thing.

  “Come here.”

  Without hesitation, Vaughn drops to his knees and takes Shaw’s dick in his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate, swallowing the thing down. I watch as Shaw watches him, lightly scratching the back of Vaughn’s head as it bobs up and down. Vaughan’s glasses slide down his nose again, but there’s something so sexy about the way he keeps them on as he goes to work. I slide my fingers between my legs to ease the ache that Shaw has built up. I barely brush my clit before Shaw knocks my hand out of the way. He seemed so focused on Vaughn, I have no idea how he even saw my hand move.

  “Move your fucking hand,” he says. I don’t know why, but his words sting a little. That emotion catches me off guard and I find myself frozen. I don’t mind rough, dirty talk at all and it’s sexy as hell coming from Shaw, but maybe in the moment, I’m not ready for that just yet. I drop my hands to my lap and feel myself retreat.

  Shaw senses it immediately. He looks over at me and does a double take when he catches whatever my face is currently doing. He leans over and cups my neck, pulling me closer as he kisses my cheek and then my ear. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. He pulls back and looks me in the eye. “I want you to wait for me.”

  “Okay,” I say thickly, fighting back tears. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.

  “Here. Vaughny.” He taps Vaughn’s shoulder and Vaughn immediately lets Shaw’s dick fall out of his mouth. “You’re gonna make me come and then you’re going to make Brook come.”

  “I can do that,” Vaughn nods at me, seeking my approval. I don’t hate that idea.

  “Okay,” I reply, feeling that odd tingle of relief settle over me. Vaughn goes back to work, stroking and sucking Shaw’s perfect erection. Shaw drapes his arm over my leg again and starts to massage my upper thigh. It’s not the brutal pounding or gentle stroking I was hoping for, but it helps erase that tight feeling. Helps take my mind off those shitty feelings that threatened to ruin the moment.

  I try to keep still and be patient, but it’s hard. Being fingered on the beach is good. Watching Vaughn suck dick is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I feel myself squirming, my hips and my clit impatient as hell, even with a reward coming my way. Shaw spreads my thighs again and gives my pussy several light taps as Vaughn sets a steady pace.

  Shaw turns to me. “I’m still waiting for you to kiss me,” he says.

  I look at his lips, desperate to suck the bottom one between my teeth. “I haven’t kissed Vaughn yet. That doesn’t seem fair.”

  “You’re gonna be a problem, aren’t you?” he says, unleashing this megawatt smile that threatens to melt my ass right to the sand. I just give him a little smile back and nod. He keeps on patting my pussy,
driving me closer and closer to the edge as Vaughn draws him closer to his own orgasm.

  Suddenly Shaw leans back, almost tipping his beach chair over as he grips the back of Vaughn’s head with one hand and my thigh with the other. “Oh fuck!” he cries, coming into Vaughn’s mouth. I watch as Vaughn swallows the first load then goes back for more, sucking every drop from the tip of Shaw’s still hard erection.

  “Brook wants to kiss you, you know?” Shaw says, still breathing hard with his eyes still closed. Vaughn doesn’t wait for further instruction. He makes his way over to me and I know what’s coming next. I’m ready. I want it. Vaughn gently cups my neck, tilting my chin up with his thumbs and presses his wet lips to mine. I open, letting his tongue and Shaw’s salty cum slide into my mouth. It’s filthy as fuck, but I love it, which is clear by the way I’m moaning into our kiss. And damn, can Vaughn kiss. I don’t want it to end, but I break away, looking down as I feel Shaw’s hands moving between our bodies.

  Vaughn’s shorts are down around his thighs now, he’s holding up his shirt with his other hand and Shaw is sliding a condom onto his long, thick, erection.

  “I want you to fuck Brook,” he says, all cool and calm.

  “I also want you to fuck Brook,” I add.

  “It’s crazy, ’cause I definitely want to fuck Brook,” Vaughn says before he’s kissing me again. He’s just as good a kisser as Shaw, but it’s different. More tender, more careful like he wants me to fall in love with this kiss. He wants me to remember the way he took his time with it.

  Vaughn pulls back and smooths his large palms over my exposed breasts. “Lay back for me.” I sit back in my chair and let him grab my legs behind my knees until he’s gotten me into the right position, my ass half on the chair. With Shaw’s help, they push my knees up until my thighs are pressed against my chest and my pussy is nice and exposed. I watch the concentration in Vaughn’s eyes as he fists his dick and gentle rubs my clit with its engorged head.