by Elizabeth
“I’d like to read my book while I finish my coffee, so I’m going to insist on a little quiet.”
He had what looked like a leather collar in his hand as he walked to her while she stood filling the sink with soapy water. He turned off the taps and leaned his hip against the counter beside her and held up the leather strap.
“See this?” He pointed to what looked like a short cock, with a bulbous shape just like a real cockhead on the top. “Pretend this is my cock. Now open your mouth.”
She opened and he pushed the head into her mouth, then he wrapped the strap around her face and fastened it with a snapping sound at the back. He tightened it until it was snuggly in place.
“This isn’t just an ordinary gag.”
Besides the fact it holds a cock in my mouth, he means?
“The cock has sensors and will register pleasant things you do. If you stroke and suck it just right, it will essentially come.”
Her eyes widened. Would it squirt some kind of liquid in her mouth?
He nodded. “Yes, you’ll know when it happens.” Then his lips turned up in a smile. “And so will I.” He pushed away from the counter and turned the taps back on, sending a steady flow of water into the sink. “If you make it come three times while you’re doing the dishes, then I’ll grant you one request.”
He stepped behind her and turned her to face the sink, edged with a counter of dirty dishes and pans. His hand cupped her buttock and squeezed, then drifted down and his fingers slid under her short skirt and stroked along her crotch. Just a brief, light touch, but enough to send her hormones skyrocketing.
He sat in his chair again and picked up his book, then began reading as if he’d totally lost interest in her.
Her lips were stretched around the silicone cock in her mouth. Her tongue stroked along the side and a green light blinked on the collar. That must be a good sign. She pressed her teeth to the surface and squeezed. The light blinked again, but as she squeezed harder, it changed to red, then made a buzzing sound.
“If you bite, you will be punished,” he said without looking up from his book.
She stopped clamping down and ran her tongue along the side. The light flashed green again. She stopped and the light went off.
“Don’t forget the dishes.”
She picked up the small stack of plates and put them in the water. It was warm around her hands. She licked the side of the cock, rewarded with a flashing light. She grabbed the dishcloth and wiped the plates as she stroked the cock in her mouth. As she scrubbed the dish, she licked the cock in time. The flashing of the green light increased.
She swirled her tongue around it, focusing on the green light. She placed the plate in the drainer and started on another. She sucked on the cock, then she squeezed her mouth around it.
She remembered Killer’s hand on her ass a moment ago, then how his fingers had stroked over her hot flesh, however briefly. Her intimate muscles clenched, wanting to feel his fingers there again. Wanting them to glide inside her. To give her the pleasure she longed for.
She sucked harder on the cock in her mouth, imagining it was Killer, that she was kneeling in front of him. Her fingers coiled in the wet cloth under the warm, soapy water. Absently, she twisted it around and around, then doubled it and twisted some more until it was a thick cylinder. She wrapped her hand around it, squeezing as the green light flickered faster. She nudged the tip of her tongue under the corona of the cockhead and flicked quickly, then sucked harder and faster.
The light was practically full on now, then suddenly, it vibrated in her mouth. It startled her so she stopped sucking, and the vibration stopped immediately. Tentatively, she started again. After a couple of seconds, the vibration started again, too. Just a little at first, but as she kept on sucking, the vibration increased. She squeezed and sucked deeper and was rewarded with intense vibrations, accompanied by joyfully dancing blue lights flashing along the leather strap.
She kept going, but soon the lights stopped.
He turned a page on his book. “I said three times, not one marathon session.” He glanced up at her and smiled. “Now make me come again.”
The cock in her mouth seemed to grow as she thought about it being his cock, and that it had just come.
She continued to wash the dishes as she licked and squeezed, pleasuring his cock again. It was firm in her mouth and the rewarding green lights made her pussy ache. She glanced over her shoulder at Killer, still reading as if he was oblivious, but she could see the bulge straining against his pants. She sucked the cock, the lights blinking steadily now. She turned around and leaned back against the counter. Killer glanced up from his book and their gazes locked.
She swept her tongue over the tip and teased mercilessly, imagining his big cock in her mouth, then sucked hard and fast. The vibration started. She stared hard at Killer as the vibration increased, then she ran her hand over her breast as the blue lights danced her success.
She squeezed her nipple as the cock came in her mouth. His dark eyes heated and tension built in the air around them.
She walked across the room, abandoning the dishes and knelt in front of him, then stroked his hard shaft beneath the denim. She unzipped him and reached inside, rewarded by the feel of his hot, real flesh cock inside. She pulled it out and stroked it, gazing hungrily at the tip. She reached behind her head and squeezed the plastic clasp, like the type on a backpack, and the strap fell away. She pulled the cock from her mouth and wrapped her lips around his real cock.
“Fuck, that feels good. But making me come won’t count as the third time.”
She sat up, her gaze locked with his, then she reached down and lifted her skirt, then pulled the elastic of her bikini bottoms forward and pushed the silicone cock under the fabric, then pushed it inside her. The feel of it inside, even though it didn’t go deep, was delightful.
She pushed her crotch tight against his leg, then took his cock in her mouth. His cockhead was so much bigger than the one in her vagina, but both felt wonderful inside her.
She began to lick and stroke him, to his groan. She arched her pelvis against his leg, pushing the little cock deeper. She squeezed it, then pulsed around it with her muscles as she glided up and down on his big, flesh-and-blood cock.
He was close, she could tell, and so was she, having brought him to orgasm in her mind twice already. The little cock stimulated her as she ground against his leg in a steady rhythm, her lips gliding over his pulsing erection, pleasure rising inside her.
* * *
Killer’s fingers coiled in her hair as her hot, silky mouth glided over him. She moaned around his flesh and he could feel that she was close to her own orgasm. He guided her faster, then he began to groan.
The feel of her was so sweet and intense. His cock ached with the need to release, but he held off, not wanting this to end. Fuck, she made him feel things he never had before, and it was more than just physically getting off.
She squeezed her soft mouth around him, her tongue working him to a frenzy, then she sucked. And kept on sucking. Deeply. As if she could pull the release from him.
He let go of his rigid control and pleasure burned through him, from tip to toe, pulsing to his center, then exploding from his cock with an intensity that rocked him.
His cock erupted into her mouth, surrounding him with the hot liquid, but she continued to suck, swallowing everything he’d given her.
Finally, he slumped back in the chair and she released him. Then she ground tight against his leg, her breathing erratic, then she moaned, throwing her head back, her face contorted in ecstasy. She continued to moan, her hot pussy tight against him, her hands wrapped around his thigh to steady herself.
Her moans subsided and she dropped to the floor, her legs stretched out in front of her.
A nagging beeping drew his attention and he glanced down to see blue lights flashing through the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms.
He couldn’t help grinning. “So that’s three.�
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She gazed up at him. “Actually, that’s four.”
* * *
Killer watched her sit in the chair opposite him at the table. “So do I get my request?”
“I thought you already did.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because I came? I was just doing what was needed to make that thing come three times”
Killer knew she was joking, but it still made him wonder if she was only pleasing him because she felt it was required of her rather than because she wanted to be with him. Not that he wanted her to want him, in any kind of long term sense, anyway. But he hadn’t been wanted, at least for who he was, in a very long time, and with her, he found he yearned for that.
He wanted her to want him.
“I followed all the rules,” she cajoled.
“Following the rules doesn’t always get you what you want.”
“No, but being persistent sometimes does.” She stroked his knee. “You seem to be trying to get me to take control of my life. To go after what I want. Why don’t you choose to encourage me by giving me this?”
“And what is it you want?”
“For you to answer a question.”
“What I’m afraid of?”
She shrugged. “If you don’t like that one, how about just why you’re riding around the island on your own?”
He watched her, then finally sighed. “I like solitude.”
“That’s not a proper answer. I like to run, but that’s not why I was running from Rip.”
The name caught him off guard, but years of learning how to hide his reactions kept his face deadpan. But he knew Rip. At least, he knew of him. And judging from the situation, he knew a lot more about him than this woman did, even though she’d had a relationship with him.
“It’s complicated,” he said.
“It’s always complicated.
He sighed. “I need time by myself to think.”
She rested her chin on her hand and gazed at him. “You’re struggling with a big issue, I take it.”
He shrugged. “It would change everything about who I am.”
She stared at him for a moment, considering. “Do you like who you are?”
He frowned. “Not who I’ve become.” Her eyebrow arched. “So are you more afraid of staying who you are, or changing?”
Anger flared through him.
“Fuck, you are the nosiest woman I’ve ever met.
* * *
Before Marissa knew what was happening, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to the sink. He grabbed the penis gag, which she’d deposited on a paper towel on the counter before returning to the table, rinsed it under running water, then shoved the wet cock into her mouth and strapped it on. The next thing she knew, he dragged her through the basement door, down the stairs, and continued into the cell at the end of the hall.
He tugged her across the small space and pushed her against the cold bricks, then shackled her to the wall. She watched his back as he left the cell and closed the door.
This time he locked it.
* * *
When Killer walked back into the kitchen and stared at the dirty dishes that still sat on the counter, his mind wandered back to Marissa standing at the sink with that dildo in her mouth making it buzz and flash with the excitement of a sex starved teenage boy getting a blow job for the first time. Killer had continued to read his book, or at least appear as if he was doing so, despite the wild surge of arousal at imagining her determined mouth around his own cock.
Now she stood in that cell downstairs, chained to the wall and locked in. As if he thought she might slip from the entirely secure chains and escape to the wild.
He strode to the desk in the living room and flicked on the app on the desktop computer that allowed him to view the camera outputs. He selected the dungeon and chose the camera that showed Marissa against the wall, her arms extended upward and chained to the wall.
She didn’t really deserve that. But then again, as he’d pointed out, life wasn’t always fair.
He settled into the desk chair to watch her. Leaving her down there for a while might dissuade her from badgering him in the future. If they were going to spend the next few days together, he didn’t want her nosing around in his business.
The next few days? Why did he think she’d stay that long? Was he going to keep her here against her will?
He glanced at the chains holding her arms against the wall.
He didn’t seem to need to. She seemed disinclined to go back to the resort. He kept expecting her to ask him to take her back—had even asked her if she wanted him to—but she didn’t.
But that could all change. If he pushed her too far.
Just how far would that be, he wondered.
A buzzing drew his attention back to the image of her face on the screen.
His cock immediately tightened at the sight of the blue lights dancing across the leather strap in an excited fashion.
Damn it, she was making it come again, her eyes fixed right on the camera.
God damn it. She knew he was watching. He wouldn’t leave her locked up and unattended, and she probably knew that. He certainly didn’t intend to sit here watching her make that thing come over and over again, while his own cock ached for her attention.
He shot across the room and raced down to the dungeon, then glared at her, the cock in her mouth flashing green lights. He grabbed the strap holding the thing on her and pulled it over her head, then tugged it from her mouth. The vibration of it in near climax shuddered through him, making his cock swell. The flashing lights died as it hung from his hand.
“Woman, I just want a moment’s peace. Can’t you give me that?”
“Do I have a choice when you lock me up down here?”
He narrowed his eyes and held up the now passive dildo. “It seems you do.”
He tossed the device onto the cot across the room.
“You could at least chain me up outside so I can get a tan.”
He frowned, but released the chains, then grasped her wrist, and led her back upstairs, through the villa and out the double doors, grabbing his book on the way through. There was a patio outside the door, then a very private beach overlooking a secluded bay beyond.
* * *
Marissa followed him outside to the heat of the day, softened by the ocean breeze. Her eyes widened at the beautiful view. Tropical foliage surrounding a lovely patio of terracotta tile with cushioned lounge chairs and a table and chairs, all in teak. A hot tub was nestled on one side of the patio and the other side opened to a white, sandy beach. There was a hammock suspended between two palm trees and beyond that… a hanging bed. It was a full king-sized bed suspended from ropes sheltered under a grassy roof, and was made up with white linens and fluffy pillows facing the ocean beyond.
The shoreline curved around, forming a sheltered bay with the open ocean beyond. The surf pounded against the shore in rolling waves.
Killer released her wrist. “Now just let me read.”
He kicked off his shoes and settled on the suspended bed and lay back to stare at the ocean. She wondered if he expected her to climb in beside him, but he simply opened his book and began to read.
The sun was warm and the ocean beckoned. She glanced at him again, thoroughly engrossed in his book.
“Can I go for a swim?” she asked.
“Knock yourself out,” he said without glancing up.
She hesitated, not wanting to interrupt him again. She glanced out over the ocean and the curved shoreline and drew in a breath.
“Umm…I was just wondering…”
He glanced up from his book with an impatient glance in her direction. “What?” he prompted.
“If I’m out on the beach…” She glanced around the shoreline again. “Can people see me?”
The impatience in his eyes faded. “You’re safe here. This place is totally isolated, the beach is not visible from the road. Your boyfriend won’t see you.”
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��Ex-boyfriend,” she corrected.
He put down the book. “Tell me something. If you hadn’t found out he was a criminal—”
“And that he killed a woman.”
He nodded. “Sure. If that hadn’t been true, would you still be together?”
Her heart compressed. She’d asked herself the same thing too many times to count. When she’d met Rip, she had been sure he was a strong, dependable, caring man. The possibilities that had blossomed in her mind had swept her to visions of a wonderful happily-ever-after with him. Sure, he’d ridden a motorcycle, and had that hard-edged, bad-boy look, but she’d sensed that he was sensitive and loving. And fiercely loyal. She’d been right about the latter, but that allegiance was to his biker comrades, not to her.
“The question is meaningless. He is a criminal.”
He continued to stare at her for a long moment, then picked up his book and started to read again. But she was sure he’d seen past her words to the desire for it to have been different. She’d wanted it to work with Rip so badly. She’d wanted him to be what he seemed. She’d almost given up looking for the man of her dreams, a little because she really hadn’t known what she was looking for. Every time she got into a promising relationship with the right kind of guy—a nice guy with a stable job who seemed to share her interests—it always failed terribly. He got bored. She got bored. Everything became too predictable. With Rip, there was enough of a difference between them that every day together had been charged with excitement.
They’d never gotten to the point of having sex. She’d thought that odd—that he’d held back, despite the fact she was raring to go—but even that had intrigued her. And made her want him more. She had been sure that being with him would have been exhilarating. Maybe because she sensed that he would take total control of her in the bedroom, and that thought excited her beyond belief.
Like being with Killer did. When he took control…
Her heart began thumping. It was definitely time to go for a swim.
She walked to one of the lounge chairs and kicked off her sandals, then stripped off her shirt and skirt and dropped them on the chair. She stepped off the tiled patio and the hot, warm sand pushed between her toes. She walked the twenty yards or so to the wet sand smoothed by the wash of water gliding back to the ocean. As she continued walking, another wave rolled forward and the water curled around her ankles, then washed back again.
