Make me Yours Evermore

by Cari Silverwood

  I knelt and soaped her thighs, letting my hand run down their length, squeezing her muscles. When I reached her feet, I played between her toes. I looked up at the little waterfalls coming off her nipples and the triangle of her mons.

  Water flowing over a woman’s body was an orchestral composition played by heavenly powers. Or some sort of fancy shit like that. I could’ve watched her all day.

  Chris was whispering something. Whatever it was, she didn’t reply. Since he was preoccupied, I claimed a favorite spot and soaped her pussy. Pushing my hand and fingers between her legs evoked a gasp.

  She lunged for me. “No!”

  “Uh-uh.” Chris grabbed her wrists and she wrenched her upper body about trying to free them. The possibility that she’d kick me ran through my mind, but I didn’t hold her legs, I simply waited.

  I had a strange faith that if she didn’t kick me it meant something…something good.

  After a short tussle she quieted.

  “I’m not going to finger fuck you. Not now, anyway. Stay still while I clean you.” I placed my palm over her mons and waited for her breathing to calm. “This is mine. I do what I want.” If I said it often enough she might come to believe me.

  Languorously, I ran my fingers back and forth between her pussy lips. There was that restrained challenge in her face and in the tightness of her leg muscles and the wriggle of her toes. So I took even longer to do what I was doing. When she did nothing but glare while I teased her with my fingertip, I was satisfied. A minor triumph.

  My kiss directly onto her clit made her squeak. I smiled as I rose.

  “Have fun?” Chris asked.

  I just cocked an eyebrow.

  “Now you’re going to let us wash your hair, girl.” He forced her to put her head under the stream and she grumbled indignantly.

  “Quiet!” The smack on her ass as Chris spanked her there, once, was loud in the small room. Water splattered everywhere.

  She was halfway through turning and speaking a harsh word when she ground to a halt and stood there taking deep shaky breaths.

  Chris and I shrugged at each other and proceeded to wash her hair. This was more fun than I’d thought it could be. When I shut off the water, a red handprint still showed on her butt over the other marks.

  “How’s that?” I grinned down at her while Chris foraged for towels in the shelves. The look she shot me was ferocious and I tsked.

  “Here.” He tossed me a big blue towel.

  “I could let you do this, but…” I took great delight in covering her with it then drying every wriggling part of her I could find. The muffled shriek or two made me tsk again. When I was done and removed the towel, her red hair stuck out everywhere.

  “You turned her into a witch!” Chris chuckled.

  I shook my head. Behind the frazzled and twisted curtain of damp hair, a malevolent gleam showed in her eyes. “Uh-uh,” I murmured. “More like a tiger.”

  “Well this tiger isn’t getting any food until tonight.”

  Now, finally, she spoke, and it was low and angry and through her teeth. “I’m not going to ask why, Chris Wessex. It’d only make you think you’re important.”

  “Meaning you disagree?” He reached through her dangling hair and took her chin with finger and thumb. His instructions came out like they were timed by a clock. “Andreas and I are the most important people in your world now. Starting tonight, you get punishment. Before dinner, it’s the electric cord. Ten strokes. Before you are allowed to eat, you will beg for it by kneeling and waiting for me to administer it. Hear me?”

  Her shoulders slumped and she nodded, in a short up and down jerk. I guess escaping had taken away some of her fire, at least for now.

  “Good.” He thumbed down on her mouth, stretching open her lower lip until I could see gum below her teeth. “Because if you don’t, it will happen anyway, but with more force, more strokes. Remember, I don’t give a shit if I make you scream.”

  I think my heart stopped beating for a while. When she added nothing more, I breathed. Sometimes Chris scared even me.

  The reflection of light along her lower eyelids, were those tears?

  If it was, she never shed them.

  Sometime soon, I needed to work up the courage to talk to her, even if I didn’t know if I could handle what she would say.

  True to Chris’s word, we locked her up in the cage with water but no food. Toilet breaks and water were going to be it until around six pm.

  Breakfast was cereal. There weren’t a lot of options around here. I stuffed another spoonful into my mouth, chewed noisily on the crunchy stuff and swallowed. “What’s your plan with Kat? You have some sort of training in mind?”

  He leaned back in the canvas chair. “Yes. You’ll see. Repetitive things to do each day. Things that make her say yes in small increments so she doesn’t quite get up the guts to protest. Doing things to her that emphasize our dominance. Instilling automatic responses to certain events. Maybe if I have to, some sensory deprivation. Mostly, you need to reinforce what I say and do.”

  “How long do you plan to stay here?”

  “Four weeks, tops. Klaus is selling his half of the accountancy practice to me but he can cover for me for that long.”

  This casual discussion was weird, even if it was necessary.

  “Isn’t this the busy season for tax accountants?”

  “Not yet. He’s hiring a locum to fill in for me. What about you? Last I saw, you were following stock market trends.”

  “Still am. You’ve got internet here. Phone coverage.” I ate a few more spoonfuls then pushed away the bowl. With Kat starving, my appetite was less. “I’ve been watching my stocks even here. Plus I’ve saved a ton of my salary from my oil rig job. I don’t need to go back to work immediately.”

  “So you can help me break her?” Casually, he spread avocado on his toast.

  That word jolted me. Break her. Fuck. I watched the green stuff cover the bread, thinking inanely that at least Scrim was of use running about getting regular groceries, even if he had a tendency to forget things we wanted. We had two bottles of BBQ sauce and no orange juice.

  “Andreas?”

  “Sure.” I nodded. “Break her just seems so nasty.”

  “It does. It is.” He sat forward and leaned his forearms on the table. “I’ll show you again, tonight. In case you forgot. Kat likes nasty.”

  “To a degree.”

  “Yes. To a degree.”

  Not that I thought Chris would go too far, but his sadism unnerved me at times.

  “I know when to stop, Andreas. But…” He frowned down at the table. “If you ever think I need reining in, say it.”

  The concept that Chris might need stopping from doing something to Kat had occurred to me. Him saying it though, planted that seed even more firmly in my brain.

  “You? Reining in?” I tried not to look skeptical. “I will. You’ve got my word on that.”

  “Good. I’ve never had a woman who I could do anything to. Blood play, extreme sadism has a certain addictive quality, gives me a huge power rush. I should be fine.” He grinned. “Don’t look so worried.”

  Should? Blood play? I must have fallen into Picasso’s world where the clocks melted and people ran about with faces like jigsaw puzzles. This was so surreal.

  That night we had fish and chips waiting for us in the oven. Scrim had decided to buy takeaway food despite the fresh fish I’d caught and given him. The man seemed to like going back and forth along the potholed local roads. Perhaps he was practicing for rally driving.

  At six pm the bugs were chirping out in the forest and the coolness of evening was settling in. Past the circle of our lights there was darkness and the strange noises of night creatures stirring. Leaves rustled mysteriously. A crack and series of thumps heralded the fall of a tree limb down through the foliage.

  At least I hoped that’s what it was. The crocs liked to patrol at night, I’d heard, despite their reptilian systems meanin
g they were slower. I didn’t plan to test the theory by going for night walks beyond the walls. The forest could keep its creepy nighttime secrets.

  The tread of feet made me turn to face the living room.

  Chris led Kat out by the long chain leash. The whole visual concept had me swallowing. The collar at her throat. Her being brought out like a pet – our pet. Black leather cuffs at wrists and ankles and she wore another delicate low-cut dress that flowed down her curves in a rain of steel-blue lace.

  As they came closer, I suppressed a groan. The cloth concealed nothing – not the peaked darkness of her areolas, nor the shadows of her navel and slit. Her feet made soft scuffing noises on the polished timber. Chris had her stop before me. Her head was bowed.

  I wondered what he’d said to her before she came out here. Had he threatened her with worse punishment if she was disobedient? He must have.

  Yet I caught the flare of displeasure in her eyes.

  “Kneel in front of Andreas, Kat. Facing him. Then pull your dress above your waist.”

  Her breasts swayed before me as she did so. Agony. Already my cock was straining at my board shorts. I adjusted myself. Chris got to look at her naked butt. Maybe I could make use of her mouth. The idea of that, of making her take me in her mouth, nearly set me off.

  “Give him your wrists.”

  Chris stepped over to a chair where a coiled power cord rested over the back.

  She looked warily at me for a second before she held her hands up. I took them, wrapping one hand around those slender wrists then pressing them to my thigh. The brush of her fingers across my erection made me twitch.

  “Fuck, woman. Take care,” I hissed.

  Slyness surfaced in the curve of her mouth.

  “I’m going to make you suck me off when Chris is done, pretty thing,” I murmured while I traced a slow gentle circle on her face, my finger dipping and rising as it bumped over the edge of her lips.

  Kat gave an odd little noise. Was that annoyance or fright or something else? The fluorescent lighting cast such curious shadows. Whatever it was, it vanished to be replaced with blandness.

  Chris came over and squatted beside us. With a hand in her hair, he turned her to face him. “Didn’t I tell you that you’d kneel for me, little Kat?”

  After a few seconds, she swallowed.

  “Answer me.”

  Her chest expanded then she exhaled. “Yes. You did.”

  Behind us, the sea washed into the beach. So peaceful, those sounds. The salt smell carried a long way. I held her wrists down, waiting.

  He looked at her sharply, until she shifted nervously on her knees. “Ten strokes, since you’ve been good. Say thank you.”

  Silence.

  “Make that eleven. Say thank you, Kat.”

  This time she huffed but added a quiet, “Thank you.”

  “Ahh.” He patted her head. “We’re getting there. Good girl.”

  From the rigid curling of her fingers she’d still knife him given half a chance. I grinned and wondered if I risked getting my dick bitten by asking for her to suck me off.

  Chris uncoiled and doubled over the cord while Kat nestled her head between my thighs. This was foreplay, I decided. I didn’t dare blink. There was so much sexual energy bathing the place. When he laid the first few blows across her ass, she only gasped and shuddered. The next five made her shriek…and yet she raised her butt toward him. Only an inch or two but Chris saw it and smiled grimly, then increased the power of the strikes. The cord blurred.

  Those two, she screamed.

  After the final whack of the white cord, she stayed low, face buried, breathing with big chest-shaking gulps.

  “Done.” Chris wiped his forehead and tossed the cord onto the long red sofa before he stepped back in.

  He ran his hand across the wheals, watching Kat twist and squeak. The man was a predator with his prey writhing under his paws.

  “These are very nice. Each night, I will give you ten hits with whatever implement I pick, until the night you kneel and say that you are sorry for what you did, and that you accept us as your masters. Understand? Understand me?”

  “Yes.” She mumbled weakly, nodding, her hair rasping against my shorts, and the top of her head rubbing my balls.

  I grunted. “I’m at one minute to lift off if she does that again.”

  Kat lifted her head and gaped at me. “Oh.”

  Her abrupt backward knee-walk was halted by Chris stepping in behind her.

  I anchored my hand at the back of her neck “Fuck no. You’re not leaving now. Unzip my pants.”

  After a brief inner struggle that showed in the way she chewed her bottom lip, she gave in and put her hands on my shorts. Slowly she began to pull down the zipper. Fuck. My eyes were growing stalks and probably glowing.

  “Faster.” Still, she was slow – one frickin tooth of the zip bumped past per minute. “Keep teasing and I’ll get Chris to add some more lines to your butt.”

  “Way to go.” He grinned.

  Did I just say that? I’d threatened her. Goddamn. What was I thinking?

  But she didn’t look at me and unzipped faster. I scrunched my fist into the hair of her nape, angled her head back, and examined her.

  Wide-eyed. Tongue playing with her lip. Fast breaths. Did she like that order?

  I thumbed away some strands of hair from her forehead.

  “Girl, you fucking kill me.” I slipped the tip of my thumb into her mouth, pushing past her teeth, thrilled at the curl of her wet little tongue over my skin. “Suck on that.”

  She did. Several small sucks on my thumb tip. A pulse traveled straight to my cock. I kept my voice steady. “Now do that to my dick. Wrap those lips around me and suck.” Fascinated, I pushed my thumb in and out.

  I pushed her head down and watched her pull out my cock, wrap one hand around the base and take a single taste. Crap. That gorgeous tongue again, curling around below the head of my cock then licking up to the eye and poking about, sliding down the whole length of me.

  I gripped her head in both hands and she sucked most of a ball into her mouth.

  “Jesus.” I half-closed my eyes. Her saliva cooled on my dick in contrast to her hot little mouth as she went up and down the shaft and the head, intent on painting me with her drool.

  Then there were her teeth. I’d been worried about biting. Seemed like I was right, for the wrong reasons.

  “Careful,” I growled when she pulled at the skin below the head.

  I’d had enough. Her open mouth was close enough. I plunged my fingers deeper into her hair and twisted then directed her mouth until my cock was prodding her for entry.

  She whimpered once but I shoved her down onto me, pleased at the muffled sound she made when I was inches in. I sat up and for a while I fucked her mouth, going deeper, hearing the slick sounds as my cock rode on her mouth moisture.

  “That’s it, Kat. Be my little mouth whore. Fuck, that’s good.” The throb built slow and steady, peaking each time I drove all the way in. She was adapting to my rhythm, grabbing air when she could.

  On a whim, I looked up at Chris while in as deep as she’d let me in. A couple of inches more and I’d be balls deep. “Damn! I’ve never…” The power rush from this was immense.

  He smirked then went to one knee. “Let’s get her really helpless.”

  After making a funny choking noise while still on my dick, Kat tried to get up. I grunted at the bolt of sensation. My cock pulsed, and my toes curled, but I kept my grip on her hair. She got nowhere as Chris did what he had when we fucked her, locked her upper arms together with his arm.

  I pulled out to let her drag in a breath. Her eyes had rolled up when he’d locked her down. “You like that?”

  She gagged and spat out some saliva but seemed oblivious to my question.

  Well, I liked fucking her mouth. This time she put up no resistance when I plunged in all the way to the back of her throat. The explosion came within seconds, my cock jerkin
g as I came way down inside her throat. I pulled her off and listened to her swallow rapidly then suck in a long spluttering lungful.

  I sagged back in the chair, petting her. This was ownership. Seeing her lying there in my lap with her face covered in drool and tears, and her mouth still open from being fucked.

  My heart stumbled back into a slower rhythm. I leaned up then cradled her and kissed her softly on her forehead. “Thank you.”

  Though Chris shook his head at me, I gave him a lopsided grin and a shrug. “I’m learning too, you know. We can’t all be experts at the slave talk.”

  That set him off laughing. Good to see – to know he still had that sense of humor.

  Later that night Chris was intent on putting her back in the cage to sleep. Such a pity. I convinced him to allow her into his bed to be cuddled for a half hour or so. It was late, nearly eleven, and we were all tired, but I was determined to find out more about Kat.

  She was on the quilt cover between us, wrists cuffed together, and not even wearing a dress this time, only panties and a bikini top. Wearing a dress in the cage wasn’t too practical. When she crawled the dress caught underneath.

  In the light from the bedside lamp, I studied the swirls and specks in her gray eyes.

  From the buzz of his snore, Chris seemed to be asleep already.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  “For?”

  Her shoulder rolled as she shrugged. “Letting me up here. The mattress in the cage is uncomfortable.

  I drew in a breath, thinking, stirring the curls of her hair where they fanned across the pillow. “Generous of you. I think I’d be trying to spit roast me, if I was you. Are you trying to get on my good side?”

  Her eyelids flickered closed, then she opened them again, “I’m having trouble hating you. You seem…nice, apart from being his friend.”

  I wondered how genuine that statement was.

  I reached down to play with her hands, running my fingertips over the sides of her fingers. So tiny, so feminine. “Not going there. I figured you needed human contact that wasn’t just sex and ordering about. Cuddling is good for the soul. People need to touch people in a loving way or their immune systems go downhill and they curl up into a ball and fade away.”