by BJ Wane
Going to his knees before her, Jackson conducted a sweeping perusal of her entire body. “No, not a girl, you’re all woman, Julie, and I’ll prove it.”
She gasped as he lowered his mouth to her denuded labia and nipped at the tender, exposed flesh. More cream oozed from her slit as his tongue soothed the minor pinprick, and more heat rushed through her veins when he shifted his thumbs and spread her open. She tightened her hands on her breasts, squeezing the plump softness to divert her unease over his intimate inspection.
“You’re fucking beautiful, baby.” Jackson dipped his head and ran his tongue up her seam, gliding over the swollen, red bundle of nerves begging for attention. The muscled walls of her pussy were soaking wet and as he pushed his right thumb inside her, she closed around it in a velvet fist. “Come for me, Julie,” he demanded, breathing against her saturated flesh. Giving her no choice, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked hard. She jerked, her cry echoing in the small space as she ground her hips against his face and gushed into his mouth. Lapping up every drop, he savored her taste, her pussy squeezing his tongue and fingers. It still surprised him how responsive she was, how quickly she caved to his demands and let go. He hoped it was him, but suspected her long dry spell and previous vanilla lovers also played a part in her response.
He played with her pussy as she settled down, slowly fingered her depths and licked over her puffy folds before gazing up her sleek body and drilling her with both his look and his demand. “Again.” Without waiting for a reply, he dipped his head back down to her gaping vagina, this time using his teeth on her clit to get her off. A few nibbles followed by a sharp nip and she exploded again, her hands continuing to clutch around her reddened breasts. He didn’t give her as much time to wind down this time, instead lifting his head while she still convulsed around his finger and ordering, “Again.”
Julie shook her head, her senses reeling, her body shaking head to toe with the exalted sensations still pouring through her. “I… can’t.”
“Again.” He punctuated that demand with a deep, two-fingered thrust.
“Jackson, please. I don’t think—”
“Again.” He buried his mouth between her legs and latched on to her clit, taking the decision away from her.
“Okay.”
Julie’s third orgasm ripped through her entire quivering body with such force, she fell back against the mirror, knocking her head and not giving a shit. He took her to heights she never dreamed imaginable and made her forget her secrets, the past and everyone who had come before him.
Still rocking with spasms of pleasure, she opened her eyes to see him standing before her, his hand stroking up and down his jutting shaft. Watching him was so freaking hot it melted her insides and threatened her composure. The bead of pre-come glistening on his mushroom cap drew her tongue around her lips with the need to taste him, to give back a small amount of what he’d given her.
“Another time, Julie,” Jackson said as he sheathed himself and slid between her slick folds. “There’s no way I can wait a second longer to have you.” Sliding his hands under her buttocks, he lifted her hips for his downward plunge then didn’t stop as he fucked her with deep, driving strokes.
He rammed into her with such erotic force, Julie had no choice but to grip the edge of the counter and bear with him as he drove her up to yet another scalding climax. They both grunted with his pounding possession then spun toward that precipice at the same time, toppling over the edge together.
“ARE you sure they’ll be okay?”
Concern shadowed Julie’s eyes as Jackson punched in the security code to lock the shelter’s front gates. He liked how attached she’d become to his place. “They’ll be fine. I never leave the shelter unattended for more than a few hours and the kennels are locked, along with the gate. The new cameras Troy helped me install have been a good deterrent towards cutting down on both vandalism attempts and people abandoning animals at the gate.” He flicked her an inquiring glance as he drove toward Miami. “Nervous?”
She squirmed in her seat, but otherwise showed no outward sign of worrying over what he had planned for their afternoon cruise. “Only about what you expect of me. Sandie and Krista are going also, right?”
“Yes, just us three couples. I know you’re not ready to attend a play party with everyone in attendance, Julie. Today is more for fun. I want you to relax, forget about the past and don’t worry about the future. Just enjoy today. The private beach near Bimini will be a good place to cut loose.” Of course, he planned on her being naked when that happened, but there was no reason to impart that little tidbit.
Jackson had stayed up late last night, reading up on the murders she’d told him about. After learning the gruesome state Evan Daniels had left her friends’ bodies in and picturing her huddled in the dark, forced to listen to their tortured pleas and screams, he needed to get away also, spend a few hours with friends just goofing off. And fucking Julie.
“Do you and your friends do this often? Have sex together?” she clarified when he sent her an amused glance.
He chuckled. “You make it sound like we’re fucking each other. I assure you, we guys don’t swing that way. Now, we wouldn’t be opposed if any of the women wanted to put on a girl-on-girl show for us.”
Julie rolled her eyes, her smile teasing. “That doesn’t surprise me.”
What did surprise her, Jackson discovered an hour later, was the three-tiered mega yacht and all the accoutrements Zach had decked it out with. He led her to the main enclosed playroom as Zach and Dax got them underway, and Sandie and Krista went topside to get some sun. “You can leave your sandals in here,” he told her as they entered. Her eyes widened when she spotted the two poles in the center of the room with attached cuffs at the top and bottom of each, then filled with curiosity she didn’t shy away from.
The large vessel floated away from the marina as he stood to the side and let her walk around the room, gliding her fingers over the spanking benches, shying away from the fucking chair, and looking at the hanging fucking swing with her head tilted in curious speculation. He strode across the plush carpet when she just stood there, trying to figure out the contraption that consisted of a net seat held up with narrow straps with additional straps hanging off the ends.
“These,” he said, picking up one of the dangling lines with a cuff at the end, “are for your feet. Once secured, the Dom can spread his sub’s legs out to the side or above her head.” The quick puckering of her nipples belied the pink tint to her cheeks. Reaching out, Jackson stroked one turgid tip through her top. “You continue to surprise me, Julie.”
“What might sound titillating usually turns out not to be,” she answered with a tart bite to her voice. She wasn’t comfortable with her responses to kink yet, only with him.
“Not usually, but sometimes. We’ll discover together what works for you, and what doesn’t.” Glancing out one of the porthole windows along the arched sidewall, he noted they were well away from the harbor already, then pointed to the curved sofa and the folded clothes sitting on the cream leather cushions. “Leave your top and shorts with Sandie and Krista’s clothes, then you can join them on the upper deck. They’ll show you the outdoor kitchen and where the beverages are kept if you get thirsty.”
“You’re awfully bossy.”
“Get used to it.”
Julie ignored his succinct reply and pulled her top over her head before stepping out of her shorts. She hadn’t packed much when she’d left New York since she never wanted to wear any of the designer clothes she’d been modeling for years again. But right now, she was glad she’d tossed her two-piece swimsuit into her suitcase. At least he was letting her keep that on—for now. A shiver of awareness spread through her as those dark blue eyes engaged in a slow, thorough look-over of her scantily clad body. Picturing herself in that decadent swing, her legs spread-eagled with Jackson standing between them with that same heated look in his eyes started her juices flowing and now she c
ould feel them flooding the bathing suit bottoms, leaving her damp and achy.
“I like that color on you. It’s almost the shade of your eyes.”
The deep purple appeared almost black until the light struck it and was one reason she had bought it. “If that’s a compliment, thank you. Where’s the staircase to the top deck?” If she didn’t get away from his enigmatic gaze and the knowing glint in his eyes when he zeroed in on her puckered nipples, she would beg him to take her right here, right now. Maybe adding others to the mix would curb her need for his constant touch and attention.
“They won’t make a difference, you know.” Taking her elbow, Jackson led her back out onto the deck and over to a spiral staircase leading to the upper tier. “I’ll fuck you when and where I want, and when I’m ready.”
“How… never mind. When will you join us?” she asked as she placed her foot on the bottom rung and noticed he still stood a good head taller. She’d always liked how he towered over her, how his large body made her feel safe.
“In a little while. Visit with Sandie and Krista and feel free to ask them anything. Sandie hasn’t been with Zach and enjoying his dominance for long, but Krista has been in the lifestyle for a few years.” Jackson placed his large hand on her butt and pushed to get her going up the stairs, and the warm imprint of his palm went right through the thin nylon barrier as if it wasn’t there.
“There you are,” Sandie greeted her from where she sat sprawled in a lounger at the rear of the yacht.
“I was getting a tour downstairs. Hi, Krista.” Both women wore swimsuits, thank goodness, and were looking at her from their chaises in expectation. “Okay, yes, it’s a lot to take in, at least for someone like me.” She settled on the third lounger and enjoyed the way the light ocean breeze whispered across her bare skin, the balmy caress keeping her body humming in heightened awareness.
“I had the boat, and Zach, to myself for four days, but it was the whole group thing that took the most getting used to,” Sandie admitted.
“As long as Master Dax is there, I don’t mind others around. And, you have to admit, all of those guys are easy on the eyes,” Krista said.
Julie closed her eyes against the glare of the sun and pictured the seven men who were so close. It was true they were all drool worthy, but she couldn’t imagine submitting to any of them the way she embraced Jackson’s sexual authority. She credited their long-term relationship for her quick and easy capitulation to his alternative sexual demands, and her trust in him. If only she could get up the courage to rely on that inherent faith and come clean with him about the one thing she’d omitted from her account of that fateful day in Montana. He already suspected she was holding back on him, and his patience wouldn’t last long.
“Uh, oh. What’s the sigh for?” Sandie prodded. “Everything okay with you and Jackson?”
It would feel good to get advice from them, but there was no way Julie could repeat her story again so soon, and she certainly couldn’t tell them what she was keeping from Jackson. She shrugged, as if her dilemma were no big deal. “We’re still getting used to each other again after our long split. It’s been a lot to take in all at once.”
“It took me a while to warm up to Dax after he took off following my husband’s funeral,” Krista admitted, then relayed the ménage her husband had arranged before his suicide, an attempt to ensure there would be someone there to see to Krista’s needs as a full-time sub after his death. “I felt he deserted me when I needed his support the most, but he has a way of breaking down my defenses.”
“His strict dominance helped there.” Sandie shuddered with exaggerated drama. “That man can be as scary as Sean.”
“Yeah, but in a superb way,” Krista sighed, fanning herself and smiling.
Sandie’s own harrowing ordeal, after witnessing a murder executed by her stepfather led to her stowing away on the yacht to flee from his hired thugs, gave Julie a lot to be grateful for. As the three of them moved to sit at a small table in the shade of the covered outdoor kitchen with a soft drink, she realized the other women’s ordeals and obstacles presented a ray of hope she and Jackson would be as lucky dealing with her past, and her mistakes.
They were laughing over the antics of Krista’s newly adopted Great Dane mix and Dax’s frustration with the large pet insisting on sharing their bed when Jackson reappeared topside. As he strode toward her, Julie’s mouth went dry, watching the way his thick quads bunched with each slow step and from the wicked, predatory look in his eyes. She’d always thought he looked damn good in jeans, but seeing him in shorts, she decided he looked as good in any type of clothing as he did naked.
Stepping behind her chair, he rested his hands on her sun-warmed shoulders and kneaded the tense muscles. “Ladies, you look like you’re enjoying yourselves. We’ll be at the beach in about ten minutes.”
“This isn’t just any private beach, is it?” Suspicion colored Sandie’s tone.
“Now, why would you think that?” With a quick tug, Jackson released Julie’s top from behind her neck and let the straps fall, along with the cups, to bare her breasts. She sucked in a deep breath as he slid his hands down her chest then took up kneading the small mounds.
“Maybe because we know you guys,” Krista drawled.
Neither woman appeared surprised or embarrassed by Jackson’s open fondling, which helped Julie relax. The warm gush between her twitchy thighs gave away her traitorous body’s easy acceptance of yet another of Jackson’s kinks. With a slow roll of her nipples, he released her breasts, tugged her head back and gave her an upside-down kiss that curled her toes, the open-air exposure caressing her breasts as titillating as his lips and tongue.
“I’ll come back up when we dock. Leave your top down.” With that blunt command, he strolled away, a definite swagger to his gait this time.
“God, that man is hot,” Sandie sighed, her green eyes filled with appreciation.
“And now, so am I,” Julie muttered.
Krista grinned at her. “Me too, and he wasn’t touching me with those big hands.”
Julie laughed with them but now that Jackson had returned below deck, self-consciousness settled in over her exposed state. She fidgeted in her chair, took a swig of soda and was about to say something when Krista sent her a knowing look.
“Will this help?” The attractive brunette removed her own top, revealing her pierced nipples. Julie’s first thought of ‘ouch’ must’ve shown because Krista’s grin widened. “Yes, it is painful when they’re first done, but once they heal, well, let’s just say they offer a whole slate of new possibilities for my master to torment me with.”
“Don’t worry, Julie, I had the same reaction. Nipple clamps are as close as I want to get to abusing the girls. Ah, that feels better.” Sandie tossed her top aside, inhaled and leaned her head back. “I love being naked outdoors.”
Since she didn’t have experience with nipple toys either, Julie couldn’t comment, but recalling the pinches and tugs Jackson enjoyed applying, she wondered how clamps or loops would compare. She had to admit, now that the awkwardness of sitting around topless had abated, it was a pleasant sensation.
“I hope winter is warm enough around here to indulge like this,” Sandie said.
Krista waved her hand. “There’s always the hot tub if it gets too cool.”
Julie perked up at that. “Hot tub? I love hot tubs. Where is it?”
They led her to the front of the boat and were showing her both the extra-large Jacuzzi tub with its multiple jets and waterproof restraints and the fountain with the large-breasted mermaid shooting upward when Jackson and Dax appeared topside.
“Why is it I never tire of a scene like this,” Dax drawled as he snatched Krista’s hand and smiled in blatant appreciation of Julie and Sandie’s nakedness.
“Cause we’re guys. Come on, Julie. Zach is docking, and we only have about an hour.” Jackson couldn’t be more pleased with finding her walking around the deck with the other two, unabashed
with her nudity as she inspected the fountain. He couldn’t tell if the rosy cast to her cheeks was a result of the sun or Dax’s presence, but she didn’t shy away from his appraisal. He couldn’t wait to get her on the nude beach and finish her introduction to public, outdoor nakedness and sex.
CHAPTER 8
“I ’m going to show Julie around. We’ll meet up with you in an hour.” Jackson kept hold of her hand as they disembarked. “Let’s go for a walk. The sand won’t be hot this time of year, so you’ll be fine barefoot.”
“My feet might be okay, but the sun is a bit hot on…” Julie waved a hand toward her bare chest with a cute dip of her eyebrows. Too bad her puckered nipples revealed she wasn’t opposed to strolling on a beach topless.
“You’re right. How remiss of me.” Unrolling one of the two towels he held, he produced a bottle of sunscreen. Releasing her hand, he squirted a generous amount into his palm, rubbed his hands together then applied the lotion all over her small, responsive breasts. “Have I ever told you how much I love your tits? They’re so soft, yet firm here.” He cupped the fleshy mounds and rasped over her nipples until her eyes glazed. “Your nipples harden into the most enticing peaks with just a touch or lick.” Using his thumbs, he strummed the turgid tips and those striking eyes widened as she leaned into his hands. Satisfied, he picked up the towels and snatched her hand again. “You should be fine now. Late afternoon isn’t as hot or risky of sunburn.” He cast her a wicked look. “I take good care of my property.”
As he knew she would, her shoulders stiffened, but she kept up with his stride as he set out down the beach. “I really like Krista, Jackson, but I’m so not calling you Master,” she told him using a tart tone.
“Not necessary, baby. Sir will do.” She opened her mouth, probably to deny him that also, but she must have seen he was serious because she clamped it shut again. “Very good. I love the quick way you catch on.” Pointing to an island a few miles away, he said, “That’s Bimini, about a ten-minute boat ride from here. This island is the property of one of the resort owners who wanted an option for island goers who enjoy nude beaches.”
