“I’m a little sleepy from the plane trip,” said Natalie. “We flew in from Chicago to Los Angeles to Sydney to Cairns, and then a long boat ride out to here. Carter sleeps on the plane much better than I do, so if I nod off please forgive me.”
Kyle put his arm around Teresa’s waist. “Teresa’s staying for a couple of weeks.”
“And where are you off to after that?” asked Natalie.
“I have an assignment for another movie that I need to start moving on in two weeks, in Berlin. A picture about the taking down of the wall; I think it’s going to be a wonderful movie and I’m excited about it.”
“Berlin, huh?” Kyle asked.
“Do you want to come with me?”
Kyle looked thoughtful but calm. Tom spoke up before Kyle’s thought had a chance to finish. “You guys sound pretty serious.”
She looked around. Tom and Carter were grinning. It all felt awkward to her.
“I think the four of them all thought they’d never find the right woman,” said Natalie. “Eternal bachelors and all that. They were wrong.” She looked up at Carter. “Weren’t you, Master?”
“It’s not that,” said Carter. “It’s that we didn’t feel Kyle would be first.”
“Second,” said Tom and Natalie simultaneously.
“Second,” agreed Carter. “I meant first after me. Next.”
We’re still working things out. But Teresa figured she’d let Kyle make objections if he had any and he remained silent. Instead he walked over to one of the lounge chairs, unfolded it several feet away from Carter and gestured for her to join him.
Was she supposed to recline next to it, the way Natalie was? She wasn’t sure quite where she was supposed to go. He lay down on it and reached out his hands for hers. When she took them, he pulled her into his lap.
“I found the right woman all right,” he whispered to her. “Now I have to keep her.”
She cuddled up next to him. The sun was setting across the ocean, leaving golden stripes across the waves. He unbuttoned the buttons of her shirt and slipped his hand inside, resting it on the swell of her breast for a moment. It wasn’t the sort of thing she was used to having done in public, but the others didn’t seem all that interested and somehow it felt right. A tropical island in the middle of nowhere didn’t have to follow other people’s rules, and sexuality didn’t have to be something to hide. Even kinky sexuality. Her nipples hardened and perhaps in reaction he slid his hand inside her bra. His fingers squeezed a stiff peak. She gasped in response, then looked to see if anyone had heard her.
Carter and Natalie had eyes only for each other. Tom noticed though, and smiled. Then he got up and headed down the jungle path.
“I don’t think they want you going that way,” said Carter.
“No, they probably don’t. But there’s something I want to do.” Tom ducked under the police tape and disappeared into the trees.
“Doms,” said Natalie.
“Doms,” Teresa agreed and kissed Kyle. “Mine,” she whispered.
“Are you suggesting that we do whatever we want?” asked Kyle.
Teresa grinned. “I suggest, Sir, that you do exactly that. Do whatever you want—as long as it’s to me.”
“Mmm. Let’s start with kissing.” Kyle’s lips pressed against hers and his tongue invaded her mouth. Taking. Claiming. She could barely breathe and she wasn’t sure she cared. She yielded to him, loving the hand behind her head that stopped her from pulling away and the taste of his tongue moving wetly against hers, even as she became aware of how wet she was getting elsewhere. He pinched her nipple harder, and this time she couldn’t gasp. She closed her eyes and felt it. And wanted more. She didn’t care who was watching anymore.
“Whatever I want, hmm?” asked Kyle, finally pulling back to let her breathe.
“Yes Sir.”
“You really are a good girl. That must be why I love you.”
She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “I love you too, Sir.” Some impishness in her made her say it louder so that Carter and Natalie could hear her even if they hadn’t heard him.
“I love you,” he repeated, matching her for volume. Then apparently he’d decided she’d had enough time to catch her breath. Or maybe he was doing whatever he wanted. His lips covered hers again and he kissed her deeply.
Someone cleared his throat. She decided she didn’t have to worry about it. Kyle was in charge. She could relax and follow his lead. She couldn’t believe how freeing that felt.
Kyle took a few extra seconds and then tugged lightly on her hair to pull her away. It hurt. And perversely, even that felt good. He was definitely in charge, and she suspected he’d remind her of that as often as possible.
“What is it?” Kyle asked. She turned to look at whom he was talking to. Roger and Tom had come from the path.
“Just wanted to let you four know that the police say they’re done at the house, so they should leave us alone for a while. The penteconter isn’t towable, as much as they’d like to impound it, so they’ll be staying at the cove through the night and they expect until tomorrow, but it looks like they found literally a ton of coke and heroin on it. Fortunately Tom struck out on his attempt to leave me alone, so we’re going to play a game of cribbage.”
Roger and Tom walked past them into the house.
Natalie asked a question of Carter that Teresa couldn’t quite hear, and Carter grinned and nodded. She stood up, pulled her dress over her head and then sat back down, wearing nothing but a collar. It wasn’t the same one Teresa had seen her in before in the hall; this one was black and vinyl. Maybe it was more waterproof.
She looked at Kyle. Was he going to tell her to take her clothes off as well? Then she realized it didn’t bother her if he did. Carter and Natalie were obviously into each other. Roger and Tom had gone inside.
“Are you wondering whether I want to see you naked?” he asked.
She hesitated a second. “Yes Sir.”
Kyle chuckled. “Why are you wondering?” He popped the last button on her shirt and then pulled open the snap on her jeans.
“Um.”
“Of course I want to see you naked. But I do appreciate that you like to be ordered. Stand up and strip for me, Teresa.”
“I can’t just slither out of my clothes right here?” It seemed less of a show somehow.
“No. I want to watch. And I want you to learn. You’re beautiful, Teresa. You have a beautiful body.”
She hesitated and then regretted it. Tom and Roger came back outdoors with their cribbage board and a deck of cards and headed for a table near the pool. More of an audience. She was aware of how hard her nipples were and how obvious her arousal would be. That made it harder—and turned her on even more. “Still? In front of them?”
“In front of me. They just happen to be nearby. Now, Teresa.” His voice had a steel in it that hinted at punishment. That made her pussy tingle. She wondered what she had to do to get him to spank her again. Or maybe use the crop. She couldn’t help but smile at the idea.
Kyle frowned at her. “I’m not psychic, Teresa, but I think I know what you’re thinking. You have an impish grin forming on your face. You don’t get what you want by being disobedient. Obey and I’ll show you the dungeon tonight. Disobey and you’ll still sleep in my room—but on the floor, not on the bed. Naked, even if I have to rip those clothes off you myself.”
She hopped up in a hurry. Too much of a hurry. She’d forgotten that the chair was on the edge of the pool. She teetered on the edge for a moment, trying to stay up. Kyle grabbed her and pulled her back.
“No clothes in the pool, Teresa,” he said sternly.
“I wasn’t trying to!”
He smiled. “Good. I’d much rather have you in my arms.” Yet he let her go to sit back down. His gaze raked her body. She had his total attention, and even as it made her blush she knew that intensity was part of what she liked. She reached down to unbutton her shirt before realizing he’d gotten all the b
uttons already. All she had to do was undo the cuffs and shrug it off. She stripped off her jeans and stopped, in case he wanted her to.
She could tell he didn’t. Damn. She shucked off her underwear quickly, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself than she had to. She couldn’t help but glance over at where Roger and Tom were playing cribbage. They were looking, and neither had the grace to turn away when she caught them at it.
“They’re staring, Sir,” she whispered to him, but she might as well have said it given how loud she had to whisper.
“Of course they are. What bloke wouldn’t? But this isn’t about giving them a show or not giving them a show, my love. It’s about focus. And yours should be on me. Look at me. Nothing else. Just meet my gaze.”
She started into his deep-blue eyes.
“Could you have taken your clothes off for them?”
“No.”
“Or in front of them, if I wasn’t here?”
“No Sir.”
“But with me, you can—you’re stronger. We make each other stronger.”
She was about to argue that being able to take her clothes off wasn’t necessarily a sign of strength, but she decided what he said felt right. She did feel stronger. Which was the strangest thing, because she also felt soft and submissive. She wanted to figure it out, but she had another question. “I make you stronger, Sir?”
“Oh yeah. Much. Come closer.”
She leaned forward and he pulled her onto his lap. “But you’re so strong already. When I met you I thought you were made out of steel.”
“Because I was strong? Or because I was inflexible?”
She thought about that for a moment. “Maybe the latter. But they are similar, aren’t they?”
He laughed. “When the wind blows some the oak is unmoved and the grass sways, but when it blows hard enough the grass still sways and the oak, unable to move, cracks and breaks.”
“That’s very clever.”
“Not original with me. Lao Tzu, I think. Being able to bend is a kind of strength. And I can bend more for you than I’ve ever been able to for anyone before. And you can and will bend for me. Straddle me.”
She shifted her legs so that they were on each side of him and looked down. His cock made a ridge in his shorts. “Some of you isn’t flexible anymore,” she said. She hoped he didn’t mind her smirking.
“Feel how inflexible it is, pet.”
She reached down, only for him to stop her.
“Not with your hand. Press your pussy against it.”
In front of everyone? But she remembered what he said about focus. She shifted and pressed downward until she could feel his hardness. Her pussy throbbed at the touch, or maybe it was the knowledge of what she was doing. Having an audience seemed so wrong, and yet the wrongness of it was a turn-on too. Did he know that? She looked into his eyes, saw them sparkle with a smile that was part lust and part pure smugness, and decided he did.
He put his hands on her hips. “Now let me move you.” He pulled her closer, so that his cock ground against her, and then started moving her back and forth. His cock sawed against her clit, sending tremors deep into her core.
“You could fuck me, Sir.” It would make her feel less naked if he was naked too. “I’m getting your shorts all wet.”
“I could. I can. Anytime I want, can’t I?”
“Anytime.”
“Anywhere.”
“Anywhere, Sir.” Even here.
“And in any way I desire.”
“Yes Sir.” She didn’t know what she might be agreeing to, but it didn’t matter. It was all true.
“Right now, I want you to keep moving.”
She realized that he had stopped his pushing and pulling. She wasn’t sure when that had happened, but she had continued the rhythm, rubbing her pussy against his hard cock, her breasts swaying. Probably because it felt so good, even if it was frustrating. I could bring myself off with my fingers in seconds right now. But she knew that wasn’t allowed. She faltered for a moment, realizing what it must look like, and then met his gaze.
I’m stronger with him. She got herself in motion again. Doesn’t matter what anyone thinks but him and me.
He reached up to cup her breasts, feeling their weight for a moment, and then he grinned. His fingers narrowed.
“I’m about to add in some pain, pet. Would you like that?”
In spite of everything else she was doing, she blushed. “You know the answer, Sir,” she said, not meeting his gaze.
“Yes, but I like to make you say it.”
“Damn you.” She wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to that, but it thrilled her anyway. “Yes Sir.”
He closed thumb and forefinger around each nipple and squeezed. He wasn’t gentle. She didn’t want him to be. She moaned, feeling the sparks go straight from her nipples to her clit, and moved faster. If he wants admission I want it, he has it. The pressure was building in her core. She wanted release, even if she had to get it by rubbing herself against him. She got the impression she would. Or maybe he’d tell her to stop at the last minute. She wasn’t sure which would be worse. Or which would be better.
But she knew it wasn’t her choice. She surrendered herself completely to him and the moment. She met his gaze again and saw that he approved.
“Thank you, Sir,” she said. A few more thrusts of her hips and the dam holding all that pressure back would come bursting open. She had lost her inhibition, as she knew he wanted. Now she moved eagerly, wanting her release.
“Stop,” he said. He let go of her tender peaks.
“Dammit!” she yelled. She did as he said, save for one last futile rock of her hips. “I was so close.” She bit her lip. “Sir.”
“We have company,” he said.
She looked around. Natalie was sucking on Carter’s cock, his hand stroking through her dark hair. But that wasn’t what Kyle was referring to. On the edge of the area, near the jungle path, stood Sergeant Kelly. Her face was bright red.
“I could have had you continue,” Kyle said in a low voice. “We’ll discuss sometime if I should have. But not now.”
Just as well, because Teresa wasn’t sure what she thought. She did think that she might be blushing as hard as the police officer. Natalie and Carter didn’t seem to even know she was there. Someone ought to tell them. She looked at them, then looked at Kyle. He shook his head. She shrugged and tried to look as blasé as she could while naked and straddling a big handsome man.
The sergeant looked as if she were going to run away. Earlier, she had been very much in control, but now she looked like a mouse. Instead of away, however, she ran forward to where Roger and Tom were playing cribbage. She handed Tom a small piece of paper. Then she looked over at Terry and Kyle.
“Sorry,” she mouthed and ran back into the jungle.
Carter gasped, still either oblivious or unconcerned, and she saw Natalie’s throat ripple as she swallowed, her eyes fixed on her Master. Terry watched, fascinated, until Carter stroked Natalie’s cheek, apparently a signal for her to stop. She looked up at him and smiled, looking pleased with herself. He handed her a glass of what looked like white wine from a table next to him and she drank. Then the couple kissed. If Natalie saw Teresa watching, she gave no sign.
“They’re lovely,” she said to Kyle in a low voice.
“I agree. Although I think before I met you, I found them too precious. See? You make me stronger.”
She nodded. She wasn’t sure whether she should resume or not. The urgency had subsided, but she still felt all the want. She looked into his eyes and waited for his decision.
“Let’s go inside,” he said. “And get some privacy.”
“As you wish, Sir.” She didn’t mind the idea of privacy, but she didn’t want him to think she wouldn’t do whatever he wanted here, because she’d found the strength to.
“You’ve done very well, Teresa. As always, you’ve surprised and pleased me.”
“You expected me to
balk.”
He smiled. “Yes.”
“I expected me to too.”
“You have to get off me for me to get up. Assuming you’d like to see the dungeon?”
The word sent a ripple of fear through her. But she did want to see, and to find out what he might do to her there. “Yes Sir.” She moved to stand up, and instantly he was at her side.
She was more exposed this way than when she was on him, facing away from the rest, and she glanced around to see who was looking. But he suddenly picked her up and cradled her in his arms, and she happily sought cover by turning toward his chest instead. One arm under her upper back, the other beneath her knees, he carried her back to the house.
“Have fun,” said Roger.
“Now maybe Roger will be able to focus on the game,” said Tom cheerily. Terry blushed at the reminder that they’d had an audience.
“Oh, shut your face,” said Roger. “You’re just happy because you got the pretty cop to give you her phone number.”
“Darn straight,” agreed Tom.
They kept talking, but she couldn’t make out the words anymore as Kyle nudged the sliding door open an inch with his hand while holding her, and then pushed it open the rest of the way with his foot. He carried her through.
“Shouldn’t we close it behind us?”
“Roger or Tom would get it,” Kyle replied. “We look after each other. They’re family. But since I have to set you down anyway, yes, please get the door.”
Kyle got out a single key from his pocket and opened what she thought had been a closet. Her eyes narrowed. It wasn’t the house key; the house had been left unlocked, and this one looked different. He’d intended this outing to end in the dungeon all along. “Were you going to stop me regardless of whether the policewoman showed up?” Terry asked.
“Well, originally yes,” Kyle said. “But then I saw the look in your eyes, the passion, and I decided I’d enjoy it more if you came. Not to mention that what you were doing was feeling damn good to me—so good my balls felt like they were going to bust. But when she showed up, I wasn’t sure how you’d feel.”
“Why her?” she asked. “There were a ton of people there already.”
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