Kim exchanged a rueful glance with her friend, feeling how things had changed. When they’d visited BDSM clubs together, the scenes had been just erotic fun.
Today was more. Under Master R’s teasing, Kim heard a serious note, the undeniable will of a master. Perhaps this was the difference between a dom who didn’t really know her and one who knew exactly where her limits lay…and intended to push them.
Feeling herself sway with more than the movement of the boat, she met his contemplative gaze.
“Raoul.” Marcus was studying Kim’s breasts, laughter in his sharp blue eyes. “Might I ask if you happen to have anything else interesting?”
“If I’d known the submissives would become so unruly, I’d have brought my toy bag. But there are a few more pervertables in the picnic basket.”
Marcus patted Gabi’s head. “Well, we just see what I can find, won’t we, sugar?” He stepped around her and lifted the lid.
Kim bit her lip, trying not to laugh as Gabi’s eyes started to spark. Temper, temper, Gabrielle.
“Cullen, the man’s got rope.” Marcus tossed a handful of precut ropes and a pair of heavy scissors into the middle of the area and dug farther. “Ah, here we go.” He straightened, holding rubber bands and two plastic clamps, about three inches long with serrated edges.
Gabi’s eyes shot fire. “You are not putting those on me. You dumbass, those are for potato chip bags, not for breasts.”
“Hands behind your back.”
She looked at the set of his jaw, and her hands laced together behind her back.
“Very nice, sugar.”
With the first clamp, Gabi yelped, hissing as he wound a rubber band on the handle part to lessen the pressure.
Kim’s eyes narrowed when she realized the clamps had chunks chipped from the handles so the rubber bands wouldn’t slip. Master R had used them before, hadn’t he? She gave her master a scowl. Tricksy dom.
Grinning, he bent and whispered, “She’ll have a tantrum any minute now.”
Kim smothered a laugh. When staying with the couple, she’d heard some pretty creative insults. Gabi’s voice did carry a ways.
Marcus put the second clamp on, and Gabi made a sound like a teakettle.
Smiling, he held her upper arms, keeping her from moving. After minute, he asked, “Better?”
Gabi glared. “If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don’t you just use your other hand?”
Marcus barked a laugh. Pushing her legs apart, he cupped her pussy, then held his glistening palm up to show her. “You seem to like this kind of variety, darlin’.” He smiled as she turned red and sputtered, obviously searching for an insult potent enough.
Kim’s eyes stung with tears.
Master R turned her face toward him, frowning. “He won’t hurt her, chiquita. I promise. This is how they like to play.”
“It’s not that.” Kim blinked and smiled at him. “I’m so happy for her. I always wanted her to find someone who’d push her to be herself and not some perfect person like her parents wanted.”
“Sweet gatita.” Master R kissed the top of her head. He glanced at the other couple, snorted at another Gabi insult, then shot Kim a warning look. “Just in case you think to imitate your friend, I do not permit such disrespect.”
She already knew that. He gave her a lot of leeway, but she’d learned how far she could go with mouthing off. If she’d said what Gabi had, she’d have had her butt blistered, and that certainty actually felt reassuring, like when winds stop veering and blow straight and true. “Yes, Master.”
“Now, you will please me with your soft mouth, and if you do well, your punishment won’t be…too bad.”
“What’s my punishment, Master?”
The corners of his eyes crinkled, but he didn’t answer, just unzipped his shorts and took out his cock. The piercing glinted in the light. Oh God, she hadn’t done this since…since Lord Greville and… A shudder ran through her.
“Easy, gatita.” He held his hands out to her, and she put hers in his. He squeezed reassurance, then curled her fingers around his erection. Hotter than the sun with steel under the velvety skin.
She opened her mouth to take him in—and froze. They’d tied her hands behind her back; that device had held her mouth open. Pushing into her throat, choking, no air.
“Kimberly.” A sharp tug on her hair reminded her of where she was. “Watch me, not the past.”
She pulled her thoughts together, thought through the fear the way Faith had taught her, knowing he would let her take as long as she needed. After a minute, she nodded. Ready. And reminded herself, This is Master R.
“Use your hands.”
She smiled, remembering the first time they’d made love, how he let her go as slow as she wanted as long as she kept advancing. So patient and calm. He might know her well, but she knew him too, and God, it really, really helped.
He made a noise in the back of his throat, a dom-style sound of encouragement and prodding.
Stop thinking. “Yes, Master.” She slid her hands up and down his cock. It was so engorged that the skin was taut, the veins distended. Men’s equipment never seemed particularly attractive, but Master R was so devastatingly, potently male. She ran a finger around the head, touched the piercing, cupped his heavy balls, and felt the light hair tickle her palm. She nuzzled his groin and inhaled. His own masculine scent mingled with that of the ocean. Her muscles loosened.
“Now your tongue,” he murmured.
She leaned forward and ran her tongue up his length, getting him wet. He hummed his enjoyment, and warmth filled her. God, she loved that sound he’d make. She licked until his shaft was wet and she’d traced every vein. Then she looked up.
When he nodded permission, she took him into her mouth, trying to go deep as—
“No, tesoro mío.” He wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft, preventing her from taking him in fully. “If I wanted to fuck your throat, I’d remove the piercing first, at least until you have more experience. For today, play with what I’ve given you. And be careful—metal is unforgiving on teeth.”
Oooh. She ran her tongue over her teeth. Avoid the piercing, Kim. He was still worried, she could tell, but actually, she’d daydreamed about having his cock in her mouth. She was ready. Really. She took him in carefully, making sure her teeth went past the piercing…and then played, as he’d instructed. Tracing her tongue around him, then sucking vigorously enough to get a low moan of approval.
She cupped his testicles with one hand, enjoying the weight and size. Mmm. And he’d probably smack her if she called him Master Bull.
Lifting her head, she took the top of his erection between her lips and teased the piercing with her tongue. By carefully tugging on the metal ball with her teeth, she won herself a growly groan.
His hand fisted in her hair, and she froze; when he didn’t do anything further, she continued. He grew harder, and she gloried in it.
“All right, little torturer.” Using her hair, he pulled gently her away. “Now for the punishment I promised you a while back.”
“What one?”
His evil grin wasn’t reassuring in the least. “Ass in the air, please.”
A spanking? She positioned herself, careful of her breasts, which still burned and ached every time she jostled his strange nipple clamps. After putting her head on her forearms, she arched her bottom up.
He picked up the sack and removed… Oh, holy hell, the anal plug she’d chosen from the ones she’d hidden. She’d really hoped he’d forgotten. She closed her eyes, wanting to whine. The plug was shaped like a plump, round goldfish…on steroids. Too big. He’d used his fingers in her a time or two and once put in a smaller plug during a shower, but this…
He trickled lube over it and between her cheeks. The muscles of her vulnerable hole puckered more tightly, and she tried to twist her bottom away.
A stinging slap made her jump. “You do not move.”
“I’m sorry, Ma
ster.”
“Gatita.” His voice was so soothing she wanted to crawl into his lap. “I think you will like this once it’s in. Until then, you will take the discomfort for me, will you not?” His hand stroked the place he’d slapped, turning the sting into pleasure.
Her arousal dampened the insides of her thighs, and she wanted to beg him to just fuck her instead. But his calloused hand on her bottom—so determined, so careful—made her tongue tangle.
“Now push back against my finger.” He circled the rim with a slick finger, then firmly penetrated her.
She whined at the stretching feeling. Not painful. Uncomfortable.
He added another finger, slowly thrusting in and out. “Such a pretty asshole. Maybe we’ll go to bed early tonight, no? I would enjoy being there.”
A shudder of nerves and arousal ran through her. He pulled out and pressed the slick anal plug against her. He pushed the tip in and out, farther each time. It was bigger—more than the size of his fingers, stretching and burning. His grip on her hip kept her from moving away again as he eased it slowly inside. Wider and wider.
She groaned and pushed her forehead against her arms, trying not to remember…them. The pain. She tensed.
“Ssssh. Almost there, chiquita.” And then with a soundless pop, it was in, and her muscles settled into the tail part that was smaller than the rest.
She stayed in position, panting, feeling his strong hand rubbing her bottom reassuringly. Her memories faded under his touch. Never before had anything back there also aroused her. How could something so uncomfortable make her clit throb demandingly?
“You were very good. I’m proud of you,” he murmured, rubbing her back and her bottom, and she realized she’d endure much more to win that note of approval in his voice.
“You won’t hide toys anymore, will you, chiquita?”
“Next time, I’ll hide only the small ones.”
A second, and then he laughed, the sexy, delighted sound that always made her grin. He said sternly, “Bad gatita. No hiding toys.” The light smack on her ass shoved the plug in farther, zinging against unfamiliar nerves.
“No, Master. Never.” She turned her head, eyeing the sack lying on its side. It wasn’t empty. What else had he brought?
He helped her to her feet, and the nasty thing he’d stuck up her backside felt huge as her cheeks closed around it. She shifted her weight, trying to find a comfortable position.
Master R grinned. “Don’t worry; you won’t be thinking about it in a bit.” He pointed to a corner of the trampoline. “Lie down there, on your back.”
Each step moved the thing inside her, and the discomfort made her aware of how wet she was and how swollen her pussy had gotten. Her clit begged in heavy throbs to be touched. But touching herself was a spanking offense. Being spanked with an anal plug in? So not my choice of fun ways to spend the afternoon. She carefully lay down where he’d directed.
He picked up some rope from the pile and tied her wrists together, then over her head to an upright on the railing. A cushion went under her hips so her pelvis arched up in the air. After restraining her legs widely apart, he sat back on his heels, his gaze running over her, head to toes, lingering on her breasts and then her pussy.
She’d never felt so exposed. So available.
“You’re beautiful, Kimberly.”
Uh-huh. She knew full well, she was only passably pretty, but when he said that, looked at her like that, she felt absolutely hot. And totally ready for him to pull his cock out and have at it. Now now now. She squirmed.
“No, you will not entice me to move faster.” His eyes were heavy lidded as he trickled his fingers over her mound, then traced her labia down. He gave the anal plug a wiggle that sparked shots of electricity straight to her clit. Her hips pushed up uncontrollably, and a crease appeared in his cheek. “I thought you might like the plug.”
His smile grew. “Now you get a new toy as well.” He pulled the hidden thing out of the bag. Soft-looking and the size of a couple of fingers and thumb forming a C curve. “I don’t think you need lube for this.” He pushed one end of the C into her slick pussy and angled the other part over her clit, letting it rest there. Not doing anything, dammit, but with that monster anal plug, even the small part inside her seemed excessively tight. Too much.
Her heart rate increased as her body shivered with the sensation of being tied down. Penetrated. With a whimper she closed her eyes and tried to relax. Waves splashed on the boat, the sound of a distant motor mingled with the pants of one of the other women and the low growl of a man’s voice. The sun shone down on her, heating her skin to almost the temperature she was inside.
Pulling on the restraints, she found no give and could feel the last remnants of control slipping away. Helpless. Vulnerable. She opened her eyes and looked up.
He stood beside her, watching her squirm and fight, his silent regard reinforcing his obvious determination that she be open to him emotionally as well as physically. That she surrender.
Under the power of his gaze, his authority, she felt her muscles go limp. And she gave up.
His eyes warmed with approval. “Sumisita mía,” he said softly. Down on one knee, he ran his knuckles tenderly over her cheek.
She turned her head and kissed his fingers, the action just so…right.
So was his kiss that followed.
After a minute, he sat back, and his expression changed. Heat. Anticipation. “I like that position. You look like a pagan sacrifice, all stretched out, just waiting to be served up to a god.”
Sacrifice didn’t sound good. “Master R.” She’d attempted a teacher’s stern tone, but her voice sounded more like a nervous first-grader who’d wet her pants. What could he be planning? He didn’t have any whips or floggers aboard, and no toys were left in the sack.
His expression had a little of the sternness she’d seen when she messed up. He was definitely aroused—his erection still tented the front of his shorts. And his eyes held amusement. That worried her the most.
She licked her lips, tasting him.
He straddled her hips, keeping all his weight on his knees. Softly, he ran his fingers down the insides of her arms, over her armpits, which made her jump, and down her ribs. His touch was light, almost too light. Back up.
Her skin grew more sensitive. He stopped below her armpits, stroking higher, and…it tickled. She tried to shift away, but he had her strung to immobility. He teased his fingers under her arms.
Giggles broke from her, and she squirmed. “Stop it. That tickles!”
His smile was white against his tanned skin. “Cariño, I know.” He did it again, making her laugh uncontrollably, not stopping even when she started to curse.
“Damn you,” she gasped when he sat back. “Stop it. I don’t like that.”
“I said you’d be punished, mi pequeña sumisa. Did you think I was joking?”
“But not this way.” Good God. “I’d rather be spanked.”
He grinned and said softly, “I know.”
She glared at him. “Are you done?”
“Oh no. I’m still exploring.”
She moaned.
“But I’m going to mix some sensations together to see how you do.” He reached down to the part of the toy that lay over her clit and clicked something. A buzz started both inside her and over her clit. Too light, too slow to do much, but…distracting. Just enough vibration to frustrate her, as if she were riding a Harley, but not enough to get her off.
Master R watched, his hand rubbing her arm, letting her need grow. Letting her stew. “Take a breath, chiquita. You’re not quite through being punished”—he grinned—“although you’re sweating enough, yes?”
God, sweat trickled between her breasts and down her face. “Please stop now.” Her hips wiggled uncontrollably.
“Ah, but I like watching you squirm. And laugh. You don’t laugh enough.” He clicked the vibrator through several cycles, settling on an odd erratic rhythm, fast, then slow. Bri
nging her close to orgasm, then retreating too soon. Driving her up. God, he’s going to kill me.
He moved between her legs, his knees pressing on the insides of her thighs. As the vibrations increased and she stiffened with the approaching climax, his fingers brushed down the insides of her forearms again to the tender area under her arms, teasing her with feathery touches. She gasped, jerking helplessly. Laughing, then moaning, then laughing as his fingers grazed over the increasingly sensitized skin.
He eased off, his fingers moving just enough to keep her aware, to keep her whole body tensed as the vibrator ruthlessly brought her back the brink.
Oh God, I need to come. Her lower half coiled, the feeling strangely intense. With the humming on her G-spot from inside, the flickering over her clit from outside, the entire area of nerves between them tightened. The pressure inside her built higher…higher…
Everything clenched for a long, impossible second, and she exploded. God, God, God. Even as she bucked under the climax, Master R drew his fingernails lightly over her ribs. She arched as new sensations blasted through her, making her laugh, making her scream, sending the entire world into a blaze of sensation, buffeting her between pleasure and torture and more pleasure.
She shuddered to a halt finally, slowly realizing he’d stopped tickling and even removed the vibrator. Grinning, he nuzzled her cheek.
“You bastard,” she gasped.
“No, Mamá insists I am born of a marriage,” he protested and claimed a hot, wet kiss, pulling her under his spell again.
Okay, she hated him, but she loved him, even if he was a sadistic scumbag asshole.
Sitting back, he ran his hands over her thighs, stroking gently, making her feel cherished and beautiful, even as shudders still ran through her body.
“You know, buddy,” Cullen said a minute later. “I’ve never seen a tickling session quite so hot. I’m not sure it was much of a punishment, but damn.” He eyed Andrea speculatively.
She shook her head frantically. “No. Absolutely no. I hate being tickled. Don’t you even think about it.”
Master R whispered in Kim’s ear, “There’s a lesson for you. That is never a smart thing to say to your dom.”
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