Make me Yours Evermore

by Cari Silverwood

  I scrubbed my hair then crouched and clicked the leash to the leg of the seat before I reached for her mouth. At her flinch, I stopped. “I’m taking off the gag.”

  Kat remained still as I removed it. After I released the buckle, I let my fingers trail forward to her chin, sliding in the drool. Something, fuck, something weird about this grabbed me. Her helplessness? The look? I held her chin then let go. Even that small touch left me with blue balls. Not that I hadn’t had those pretty constantly for the last few days.

  Kat slipped her tongue out and across her lips and moved her jaw up and down. “Thank you,” she murmured.

  In the distance, a yacht appeared against the horizon. I made a note to watch it. The waters in the bay were littered with undersea rocks. Unless the skipper was insane, it’d stay offshore.

  “You’re welcome.” We were being so civil. Strange, considering how often I’d imagined fucking her. “Water?” I offered her my bottle of ice water and watched her swallow some.

  “What do I have to do to get you to help me escape?”

  I shook my head. “Nothing. Because I won’t. I can’t.”

  “Why?” Her little frown begged me to smooth it out with a finger.

  “Because. As I said, he’s my friend.” I spread my hands.

  “What sort of man let’s this happen to a woman and does nothing?” Though she didn’t raise her voice, it shook. Angrily, she wiped under one eye, as if unhappy I’d seen her cry.

  Good question. Reluctantly, I answered. “Me. I guess. Chris saved my life, years ago. A shark attacked me while I was surfing. He got me to shore. Stopped the bleeding. The whole way back, there was a shark in the water following us, or so they told me.”

  “That’s it?” She rocked back and forth on her knees. The breeze carried strands of her hair over her shoulder, whipping them in her face.

  So dismissive. Like it was nothing.

  “It’s enough.” There was more, years more, of us being friends. I wasn’t going to catalogue it for her. “He’s not going to hurt you…” More than you can take. Chris had said she liked pain, right?

  “Chris is a fucking sadist.” Her teeth showed. Her eyes near glittered.

  This was the woman I’d seen many times – kicking Chris, swearing, yet she seemed quieter now. Was she planning something? Did she want to appeal to me by acting sedate?

  “I can’t help you.”

  “Jesus. I have things to do, you know? A life back there. You can’t do this!”

  “Like what?” I was genuinely curious. “What did you do?”

  “I worked with Child Safety Services. I’ve got kids in some really dodgy families who need me.”

  “They can replace you. Someone will do your job.” It felt like I was the one signing her life away. What the hell? But, in a way, I was. By refusing to help her. Man up. Take it on the chin. It is my fault.

  “No. They can’t.” She stared downward. “How can you say that? Just dismiss my life? I’m not disposable. I don’t want to be his – oh fuck it. Can’t you see what sort of a man he is?” Her voice rose. “He’s an A-grade asshole! This is wrong!”

  I felt sorrow, yes, and anger that it came to this. But…

  Child Safety Services. I knew what they did. There would be thousands upon thousands of employees like her.

  “I’m sorry. But there’s nothing I can, or will do.”

  What would anyone do in this situation except say they were desperately needed? She wanted my sympathy. Kat wasn’t stupid, I’d already figured that. There would be a grain of truth in this. Nevertheless, I was not betraying Chris.

  She swore.

  I frowned. No one was irreplaceable, especially not in a government job. Point made, but she kept going, cursing Chris and everything about him. I sighed and reached for the gag.

  “No. Fuck you too. Don’t!”

  But I slipped the gag back on the way Chris did, forcing it between her teeth, and I did it up. When the buckle was fastened, I released her.

  Silence, apart from the sizzle of the air heating from her glower.

  “Uck oo,” she managed through the gag.

  I smiled, a little. There was something worthwhile, exciting, about my victory. Plus I loved the look of the gag in her mouth. Kinky as shit. A flash made me look outward, past her shoulder.

  The yacht was still there, only closer. I snatched up my camera and zoomed in. They were zooming in on us, possibly. Binoculars.

  And Kat kneeled at my feet, side-on to them. Cuffed. Gagged.

  “Shit.”

  Inspiration hit me. And depravation. And an explosion of desire to do what I wanted.

  I dropped the camera to the seat and leaned forward. My hand scrunched in her hair at the back of her head, buckle and all. I pulled her to me by that alone. How easy was this? How much control did this give me?

  It was awesome. I pulled her up and onto my lap, her thighs parting to either side of mine. Her hands pushed on my chest. The leash stretched but made the distance. I was half aware that what they saw would be merely a man and a woman making out, but mostly I just wanted her.

  The second before our lips met, I paused. Kissing was meant to be mutual, loving, a wonderful act. The very fact that I’d put the gag in her naughty mouth thrilled me. I loved the distortion of her lips, the act of surrender it embodied. It was grotesque and dark, primeval, yet to me it said triumph. With my hand in her hair she could do nothing except scratch at my chest with her fingers. Beautiful.

  In her eyes, I expected to find that vicious challenge Kat so often threw out, instead I found them slowly closing. My awareness of her body expanded and I felt a softness in her muscles that hadn’t been there a millisecond ago. I heard a barely audible exhale that was not a moan, yet it spoke of surrender. My hold on her hair just seemed right.

  She took another breath and her thighs clenched. Her pelvis arched toward me, a tiny amount, as if she strove to disguise her arousal.

  “You like this?” I said, amused. My male hormones sat up and roared to life.

  Then I tightened my grip in her hair and I kissed her.

  The gag made it interesting. As I took her mouth under mine, her lips strained as if she wished to kiss me back, and couldn’t, not properly. I smiled at that. I could have forced in my tongue, instead I explored her mouth and her teeth gently. She answered with her own tongue and her breaths turned into a louder moan.

  Gathering hair in fist, I tilted her head back further, kissing my way down her throat, biting the side muscle. Her squeaks through the gag were delicious as she writhed in my lap.

  I pulled back, still close enough to feel the warmth of her ragged exhalations, to place my palm on her breast and feel her breathe. Slowly I let my hand follow the shape of her body to her waist. I’d never seen her respond to Chris like this.

  I wasn’t sure he’d ever kissed her. It made me wonder. “Are you doing this to make me help you?”

  “What?” She opened those stunning eyes.

  “No? How can I tell for sure?”

  Aware now of my questioning and awakening from whatever spell I’d magicked up, she growled lightly.

  “Tsk. Would you swear at me if I took out this gag again?”

  A frown? Topped with a most dirty look.

  “Jesus, you do ask for it. Now I know why Chris gets so fucking riled.” Somehow, without me directing it, my hand had ended up on her ass, my fingers a mere slip and slide across her skin, through her moisture, to her slit. Those micro-kini panties were no barrier at all.

  She tensed and dropped her gaze, as if waiting for me to enter her.

  What in the world was I doing?

  I hesitated and lifted away my fingers. No.

  My fingers had registered wetness on her inner thigh, a long way from her pussy. And all from a kiss? Or was it the hand in her hair, or the gag, or just…me?

  I stared down at her. Then I let her go.

  This was so wrong.

  But I couldn’t wind
back time and make it un-happen.

  There was life before, and there was now. Now I knew I liked something more. I liked doing whatever it was I’d done, to women, or perhaps specifically, to Kat.

  It had been so easy to cross from civilized to Neanderthal. Was I demented? I brushed some hair from her face, watching as she surfaced from wherever she’d gone to.

  “I’m sorry, Kat. This won’t happen again. It’s just…” How kissable her lips were when wrapped around that bit. She couldn’t answer me, of course, and I didn’t remove the gag. I was memorizing how she looked, and I knew it, but couldn’t stop myself.

  When her tongue came out and swiped tentatively, slow as ice cream melting, along her mouth, I did nothing.

  My heart went lub-dub, lub-dub, all regular like. That my cock was hard as rock meant nothing. Last time, ever, that I’d see this, so looking at her was justified. Totally.

  I wished I had pictures.

  Chapter 11

  Kat

  That afternoon, I lay in the cage trying to figure out what had happened. I didn’t mind my new accommodation in a corner of the bedroom. It was big enough to hold a single bed mattress. After the first night when I’d stolen the key, Chris had tried making me sleep on his bed with my hands behind me. It had been extremely uncomfortable. Numb shoulder. Crick in my neck. If I had to stay awake, why not him? ’Sides, I liked keeping him awake.

  I’d tossed and turned and complained all night. Seeing his red eyes in the morning had been worth getting a headache. So now I slept in the cage with a comfy mattress.

  “Give me a laptop and wifi and this’d be paradise.” I fluffed up my pillow and plonked back on it.

  The men were off doing something to the power board, hopefully electrocuting themselves, though Andreas…

  Tomorrow he was going. I didn’t know precisely when but I could feel the tension. Everyone was waiting – me and Andreas, and Chris. He was waiting until he had me to himself. I didn’t want to find out what he had in mind. I didn’t want to be forced to service him. I’d been looking for a new partner for ages, slowly readjusting to the idea of a man I could trust again, whether vanilla style in my bed or all kinky on a St Andrew’s cross, and now this? No.

  Funny how he was holding back, though.

  There’d been no threats, no whispered promises. Chris was losing his touch. If I had a sub like this, anticipating torture… I shuddered. I’d have mindfucked them into the ground. So simple to do.

  Deduction: Chris was worried about involving Andreas. Could I use that against him?

  The man hadn’t made a real move on me since the breakfast in the kitchen. I screwed up my face and blanked that out. Wimpy bastard. It was obvious he didn’t want to get Andreas in deeper than he was already.

  Except Andreas was in deep. I didn’t think he’d told Chris about what had happened at the jetty. Unless he was doing it now?

  I’d done the ultimate in betrayal and disappointed myself.

  I’d submitted to Andreas. Clearly, I had. Without thinking or anything, I’d just done it. I hated that.

  Sometimes I responded to Doms I never expected to, though Andreas wasn’t a Dom as far as I knew. An amateur. Maybe he simply had the talent? I had a thing about submission, about making any wannabe Dom work for it. The only other times had been after extreme S and m sessions when I hadn’t expected it to happen. Once or twice with Chris the Asshole.

  I chewed on a fingernail. If I let Andreas walk away, there went my chance of escape. I was going to need someone helping me, or a coincidence where the cops decided to knock on the door and explore the house. That was so not happening.

  Okay, it was Andreas. How? The answer was staring at me. I cranked my ever-unco-operative brain into high gear. Logical step by logical step. Go.

  If Chris was holding back from punishing me, perhaps he was scared Andreas would hate him if he went too far. I chewed a second nail. And if Andreas did hate him, what would he do? Or even, if he hated what Chris had done, mightn’t he do something for me? Yes. That was it.

  The house echoed with footsteps. They returned.

  I had to risk it, had to provoke Chris beyond the point of no return where he’d do something vile to me that Andreas could not forgive.

  I swallowed and eyed the door. I might like pain but there was a limit to it. Pain slut wasn’t really my label. Be brave. I sucked in a breath. What could I do?

  I played it by ear. When Chris told me to come out, I stayed in the cage until he hauled me out by the collar. When he declared his intent to teach me positions, I shrugged and refused. Even when he towered over me, took my throat and whispered mean things in my ear.

  Jesus. Melt-time. Scary panty-wetting time colored with a little panic.

  I remembered why I’d played with him in the past. I remembered how I’d resisted him then too. I showed him my A-grade fire-laden nasty look that could drop a flying bug into a screaming kamikaze dive. No one could defy like I could. Then I stomped on his toes.

  The look hit me. No words, just the look.

  Oh my lordee fucking hell.

  He dragged me by my hair into the living room and buckled my cuffs to the top of the spanking bench so I was bent over with my ass out. My ankles he attached to the bottom rings on the Y-shaped legs. I still wore my light dress but no underwear and I was so exposed like this.

  I watched him stalk away. From the way Andreas was hovering at the periphery – his face stern and arms folded, he too knew things had hit the fan.

  Chris returned with a pile of weaponry.

  The Iceman cometh with canes, and floggers, and other shit.

  I could take the impact play. It was not being able to get up and walk away that scared me.

  He rolled the light blue dress up above my shoulders, tucking it out of the way.

  My throat closed in, but I wiggled my ass, almost feeling the sting before it happened. What was I doing? I didn’t want this, did I? It’d been so long since I’d had a good beating. Maybe I did.

  He started out firm and hurting. No preamble. Whacking into the backs of my thighs and my ass with something stiff. I screamed a few times but swiftly trundled into the land of the warm buzz where my skin hummed with heat. He switched implements. Each stripe of the falls of the flogger flared with a cutting burn that seemed to trickle down between my legs until I ached with a vengeance. A few times I squirmed as well as making involuntary sounds of pleasure.

  I panted, draped over the padding, my butt throbbing with good pain, reveling in the afterglow. I shut up fast when Chris came around the front to crouch down and stare.

  “What have we here? You liking this too much Kat? Want to come?”

  Wasn’t this punishment? I wanted to ask. I scowled instead.

  Come? Hell no. Not in front of Andreas. Not when I wanted Chris to hurt me so much it was scary. Orgasms didn’t say pain and suffering. Blood did. Screams did.

  “No.” I frowned. Maybe if I said yes he would do the opposite?

  “I think you do.” When he put his fingers near my mouth I snapped at him, teeth clicking next to his forefinger.

  “Bad girl.” He slapped my cheek lightly, carefully, like he was calibrating what worked for me. A gag appeared, dangling from his hand. As he leaned closer to buckle it on, I gathered my courage, and I spit in his face.

  Demon face appeared. Blue startling eyes. Taut facial muscles. A glimpse of a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

  Shiver. I blinked. Why the fuck had I done that? My pussy clenched.

  With mounting dread, I watched the spit run down his cheek, the narrowing of his eyes, and the wetness on his palm as he wiped the spit away.

  “You give bad a bad name.”

  I smiled sweetly. “I think you meant love. It’s you give love a ba –” The bit gag was thrust in my mouth and I fell silent, apart from a few gargles, as Chris wrenched the strap tight and did up the buckle. It was roughly done and he snagged some of my hair in the leather and metal. Then he
started on me in earnest with a cane.

  Wielded with smart, strategic blows across my upper thighs and butt, the cane’s blows were as unrelenting as a force of nature. He wasn’t holding back anymore, or not by much. I heard him counting, one, two, three, four. I cried out at seven and at nine, and at every blow after that until the numbers ran together in my head. Through the blistering pain I told myself over and over, you wanted this, take it.

  And I did. I rode the storm until it carried me into the nothing place where the pain and the jerking of my flesh seemed so far away. I sagged, obliterating self, embracing it. Someone moaned and screamed, and I knew it was me. But I cared not. Me. Not me.

  A hand rode over my body, tracing hollows and lines and a voice whispered. “Enough. Show Andreas this is more than pain. Show him.”

  A click and buzz was followed by a welcome ravaging pleasure between my legs that, within ten heartbeats, shot me into the place where lust ate at me, inexorably. The hotness of pain mixed with this hot throbbing hum.

  My mouth opened, my eyes stayed shut. My toes scrabbled on the floor pushing my clit at my very center into that mind-shattering buzz.

  Vibe, my brain communicated. Don’t, mustn’t…but the raw vibrations shook in and in, and spread, flooding me with an irresistible tide that sent me moaning and shuddering, that muscle straining, back-arching tsunami of ecstasy. I came and came until at last he removed the vibe, leaving me slumped on the bench, and blown away, in a million, million pieces, into the winds.

  Chapter 12

  Chris

  That all-consuming kick that always took me when I gave a submissive pain was still lifting me when Andreas came over. His steps were quiet on the rugs in the living room. His camera swung from his fingers. A pro camera that one. Telephoto lens and all. He’d taken pics? I glanced at him then smoothed some more ointment on Kat’s ass.

  The raised welts were bright red. Touching some of them made her moan. I smiled, finding it hard to hold in the triumph. She was out of it, to a degree, staring down at the floor with her eyes almost shut. Kat would never show how much she liked this if she was totally compos mentis. Some dark blue stripes were forming low down near the crease where bottom met thigh, as well as on the back of her thigh.