Make me Yours Evermore

by Cari Silverwood

  I kept an eye out for more animals or birds. We chatted as we went on, falling into a gentle rhythm of spotting the small birds, a lizard, even a rifle bird that called its signature whip crack noise for us before flying away. Two minute green tree frogs sat on a moss-covered log and took a few hops when we crouched to look more closely.

  “There was an adult in the toilet a few days ago,” Kat said quietly.

  “I know. I fished him out and let him go near here.”

  “Oh.” She looked disappointed. “He was pretty.”

  My voice rose in disbelief. “Living in the toilet? No.” Slowly I shook my head. “No way. I’m not being surprised by a frog each morning when I go to the toilet.”

  “Wuss,” she muttered.

  I chuckled. “Careful what you call me, miss.”

  “Huh.” She smiled, actually smiled. “I’m a brat, that’s the official kink term.”

  “It is?” I ventured into dangerous territory. This was such an artificial situation. It was hard to know what to talk about. Friends, family, job – all were off limits. “You can teach me some more of those, or anything about kink, if you want.”

  Kat snorted and switched into hostile mode in the hitch of a breath. “Me? You’re fucking joking. You can learn all of that from friendly Chris. I’m not teaching you.”

  Swearing at me? I hesitated, cranked back my response to minimal. “Sir.”

  Her eyebrows rose. “…Sir.”

  Maybe we could have that heart-to-heart talk I wanted, needed. A clean fallen log from a gum tree made a convenient place to do this where it curved up a few feet from the forest floor. I sat down and pulled her to stand between my knees. “What’s bothering you?”

  “What do you think?” Cheeky, bordering on outright disrespect. She hurried on before I could pull her up on that. Was that two or three infractions? “You can walk free in here, I can’t. You have access to computers, the world, I don’t. You have a life. I don’t. Lots of small –” She held up finger and thumb so they were almost, but not quite, touching. “– weeny insignificant things like that.”

  The front of her gold dress heaved as she sucked in an indignant breath. Angry little thing. I narrowed my eyes. The tiny embroidered roses scattered across the bodice were shaped in and out by the hills of her breasts. I almost stuck my tongue out and licked her cleavage. Fuck. Riveting. My cock was responding.

  I wrenched my gaze to hers.

  My words tumbled out before I censored them. “You’re being a brat again. Disrespectful.”

  “I’m what?” Incredulity twanged in the pitch of her words. She was seething, eyes glaring, teeth showing.

  This was the first time I’d walked with her alone and now I regretted not having Chris here. He’d named himself well. The enforcer.

  “Didn’t you learn anything yesterday?”

  Ah. Now she went red and a moment later she looked away. Kat nibbled on her lip. “I’m sorry. Sir.”

  “Are you? Maybe I should make sure of that.”

  I shouldn’t go further, not if I wanted this on a vaguely normal level, but I undid the bow of her halter neck bikini top, then I gathered her dress up at the back until I could slip my hands beneath. Up over the curve of her wonderful luscious ass…

  I watched her eyes, enthralled, did what I needed to by feel alone. Smooth back. Soft skin. She winced a few times when I guess I nudged bruises. Apart from that, she stayed stock still, only rocking if I moved her body, I found the back bow of her bikini top and pulled. The top fell away to the ground. The see-through dress revealed her…

  I inhaled, caught by her sexuality, her beauty, as I was every single time.

  Under the dress, I moved my hands and cupped each breast. My palms weighed their fullness. “These are pretty.” I thumbed slowly across one rose-pink areola. “Soft as petals.” With the pad of my thumb, I traced around and around one nipple while I checked her for a reaction.

  She opened her mouth and I could see the underside of her tongue as she touched her lip, then the slow blink, until for a moment her eyes were closed, only to open when I stopped my finger moving. The breeze from the sea sent strands of her hair swirling into the air.

  “I want to suck on you whenever I see these.”

  “Oh?” she asked huskily, swaying toward me. “Bad man.”

  I smiled. “Yes, I am.” Turned on already?

  Chris had said it would become automatic with time. We were training her to become aroused quickly, at our touch. I liked that. My cock did too; it was prodding at my shorts already, trying to get out. As if she knew, her focus dropped to my lap.

  Memory. The feel of her mouth on me. I almost groaned aloud.

  Yes, no, should I, shouldn’t I? Normal was rapidly deteriorating into let’s fuck her simply because I can and I want to. Let’s do it in a way that I like and maybe she doesn’t.

  Or…I could kiss her first. Foreplay and whatever happens after that.

  “Fuck no,” I growled.

  Her eyes widened at my threatening words. “Andr – Sir? Wait.” She splayed her palms out before her. “This is wrong, you know this is.”

  “Uh-uh.” Using the leash, I reeled her in and forced her over my lap.

  She wriggled but not enough to bother me. I had her wrists in one hand and an arm leaned over the lower curve of her spine. “Think I was weak, Kat? I’m not, you know.”

  She huffed and her muscles slackened. “I didn’t. You’re a man. I know you’re stronger.”

  My ego liked that – her acknowledging me as her superior.

  Her dress had stayed hitched up nicely. Convenient. I moved my hand lower to the lush mound of her ass, pulled down her panties, and let them fall away past her ankles. Pure joy, being able to do this.

  “I could check you out all day. With your pussy where I can see it. There’s so many possibilities, when I have an ass like this to play with.”

  “I guess.” Her words were almost lost; she’d lowered her head and murmured that to the ground. With her hair hanging in a swathe over her face, I could see the faint lightness at the roots.

  I’d clicked her cuffs together, so I let go of her wrists to instead comb my fingers into her locks at the nape. “Like water. You have beautiful hair. You’re blond elsewhere. Why turn red?”

  Her shrug was slight. “Truthfully, I bleach myself blond everywhere else.”

  Definitely being a brat this time.

  Methodically, I unlocked and disconnected the leash from us both, dropped it to the ground. The thing was going to get in the way. Then I delivered a few heavy swats to her butt. They were hard enough to make her squeal and squirm, to make her skin blush pink.

  “Wow.” I looked at her rear end more closely. There were old bruises but my handprint stood out. “I can see my fingers in the marks.”

  “Good for you. Whoop-de-doo-dah,” Kat muttered. “Do you want a cake or fireworks?”

  “Neither. I think, with those words, you earned what I’m going to do next.”

  Her meek silence made me grin. I laid her over the log, ignoring her curses when she worried about bugs and dirt and shit. I pulled my shirt off over my head, then took off my shorts and set them on the big log for padding and I moved her so she draped over my clothes.

  I clipped her ankles together. Now that made her nervous. She turned her head to look at me, suspicion written all over her face.

  With her legs together, she was perhaps thinking anal. I let her think what she wanted.

  “Sir?”

  Fuck. That word again. It made me hyperaware of how vulnerable she was.

  “I can’t breathe.” Kat wriggled on the spot.

  All her weight was on her stomach where she draped over the log. I redid the cuffs so she could rest her hands over her head, on the ground. Since she was still ass up and at knee height, I was happy. Even happier when I dragged the dress fully over her head until it caught under her armpits, and was inside out, then I used the dress itself to knot it fi
rmly around her arms.

  She wriggled madly for a minute or more while I smiled at her struggles and held her hips down. At last, she stopped and lay there panting.

  “Now I’ve caught you.” This was a little homemade net and trapped inside were her upper back, her arms, her head, and that pretty mouth.

  “Let me out of here. Please?” Her words were barely muffled and hoarse. “I don’t like being all tangled up!”

  That prompted me to run my fingers down her spine, beginning from where the fabric turned up, to her ass, and then along the back of one leg to her knee. She squeaked when I tickled her there.

  “No! Please. Let me out. Please.”

  I gripped her knee in my fist, thrilling at how I had her at my mercy with such a simple act. “Shh. No words. Only noises are allowed. If you talk I’ll find a nice branch to flog you with and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with sticks. If I were you, I’d keep my mouth shut.”

  Kat whimpered once.

  Those little noises of hers went straight to my cock. This was the first time I’d rendered her helpless all by myself. I liked this, a lot. Sexual power with sprinkles and caviar on top. Dominating her was so fucking addictive it was burning holes in my veins.

  I sat on the log beside her and put my hand on her back so I could feel her warmth, feel her ribs expand and the thud of her heart.

  I leaned down. I could see her looking back at me through the rose-dotted cloth. “In a minute, when I’ve looked enough, I’m going to rip a hole in this dress, and use your mouth like I’ve been dreaming of doing, little fucktoy.” I trailed my fingers down into her cleft. “Or maybe I’ll use one or two of your other holes first.”

  She stared, dark-eyed, back at me, but said nothing. Now this, this was power.

  I’d deviated from what I’d intended to do but I had all the rest of my life to learn about Kat. She wasn’t going anywhere, anytime soon, unless I let her go. That thought made me pause. I used to be the man who conspired against his best friend to free her. Now I couldn’t bear the thought of letting her go. Did I still admire, or even like, myself?

  She’d told me this was wrong. Words and more words.

  I could go round in circles thinking like this. I had done on a few days. Men had done things like this through the centuries. I didn’t hate what I’d become. I’d grown used to this concept of owning Kat. As long as we treated her properly and this didn’t become some sadistic exercise in torture and slavery, I was fine with it. Full stop. End of argument. This was me.

  “Let’s see what I can get you to do.”

  This was where I realized the pleasures of having her all to myself. With Chris about he tended to arrange what happened and what we did.

  No woman had ever sat still for me to explore her body at my leisure. We were in the shade, both comfortable. I examined how I had her head down, ready for me to touch her. Well, I was comfortable.

  I parted her legs as far as the link on her ankles allowed and spent all of five or ten minutes simply playing with her pussy and making her wriggle and moan. I skated my finger lightly around and around her lips and dipped, ever so slow, inside her to the depth of the first or sometimes the second knuckle. Torture in a way, but a good sort. I slowly stretched her with more fingers, and watched her lips swell, fascinated by how desperate her noises became when I also toyed with her little swollen clit.

  I stopped with two fingers half their length inside her, with her panting and beginning that gorgeous arch of back muscle most women did just before they came. Moisture welled up around my fingers. Her breathing came fast and deep.

  “I hope you aren’t going to tell me you don’t like this, Kat, because I can see the evidence.” She grunted as I slowly pushed another finger in. “That’s three fingers I’m fucking you with. One day…I might try fisting you. I like that idea. I’ve heard women can have incredible orgasms with a fist in them.”

  Her generally unhappy noises rose in volume and made me look down at her obscured face. She shook her head vigorously.

  “No? Take care. Get too loud and I’ll do it now.” Dead fucking silence. Hah. “Much better. If I do decide to try fisting, I’ll make sure you like it. I’m not into pain by itself.”

  I’d worked that much out about myself.

  With her on the edge for so long it might not take long for her to come. I thrust those three fingers further. When I wedged them in, while still thumbing her clit, she began to shudder, and her hands clawed at the ground.

  I’d never seen Chris train her to come on command but it wouldn’t hurt to try. I kinda liked the concept. If I said it often enough, maybe it would eventually stick?

  “Come for me, Kat.” I gave her clit a thorough treatment, rhythmically, softly, rubbing round and round, while I whispered sweet words. A minute or so later, she screamed and her body stiffened. “Come for me, now.” This time she did. Her deep and frantic gasping and the clench of her on my fingers made me wish my dick was inside her already.

  I stood and positioned my cock at her entrance, sliding into her in one glorious thrust. She was so wet I felt it squash onto my balls. The curve of her spine deepened into the backward arch of a woman who’s instinctively giving the man better access. I plowed leisurely into her, letting my own pleasure ascend in a measured way. From her squeals, sometimes I was hitting her G-spot, or close to it.

  I withdrew, stepped over the log, and walked around to her front. The air cooled on my erection. I pulled up her head by bunching my fist on dress and hair with my other hand under her shoulder. Then I shifted her back across the log until she was mostly kneeling. Due to the dress tying them together, her arms were above her.

  I had her at groin level. “Open your mouth.”

  She only blinked.

  “Open or I will try fisting you.” I said it matter-of-factly because I meant it. I was more than happy to attempt fisting. I was sure I wouldn’t get far; it was the sort of thing that needed preparation. But the appeal of that had sunk in. Another day, maybe…my balls scrunched up.

  Her mouth opened.

  “Nice.” I played with her teeth with my fingers, poked the flimsy dress material so it popped into her mouth a little ways. “I like making you do things you don’t want to, Kat,” I murmured. “Like fucking your hot little mouth when you’re all covered up like a present no one has bothered to unwrap.” I tore a hole in the material as I spoke, then I fed the head of my cock in an inch, two. The moist warmth in there made me hum. “That’s good. Suck it in. Go on…” I thrust in a small distance. “…all the way.”

  As I fucked her there, with the cloth getting wet with her drool, I told her what I would do if she didn’t get me off in her mouth. “I’m going to fuck your ass with just your own wetness if you don’t girl.” I thrust in again, to the very back. She gagged like always but kept me there, swallowing, trying to do it. Hot pulsations thrummed through me, accelerating, gathering steam. If she’d just…keep…doing that. But a last thrust made her gag severely and choke, so I pulled out.

  I retrieved a condom from my shorts.

  “Nice try. Don’t get anxious. I can do this real slow and still get off. Your ass is damn tight.”

  Though she whimpered and whined the whole time, I got the tip of my dick into her ass after slicking up and down between her lips and wetting it in her juices. Inching in, and in, and out to give her rest – the squeeze on me was tremendous. She gave a hot, appreciative gasp each time I pushed myself in farther.

  “Like that?” I pressed with my cock again, drew a finger down her sweaty back, a wavery line on the bumps of her spine. “Hmm?” She shivered.

  With some dexterous moves, I found her clit and toyed with it, revolving it with the very tip of my finger. Her moan was quiet but I was listening real hard. Besides, her ass had squeezed in on me more than once. I kissed her shoulder.

  “No rush. I got all day in your ass. Let’s make you enjoy this even more.”

  Feather-light, I played some mor
e.

  Slow and steady wins the sexy ass. I almost laughed at that thought. Then my balls bumped into her bottom. I looked down to see my shaft was finally all the way, totally inside her. The sight alone made me groan. I was surely only a few excruciating heartbeats away from coming. I gritted my teeth.

  Thump thump, thump thump.

  I was never, ever going to get tired of doing this to our little Kat. While I stared at nothing, I took some tight breaths and wound my excitement down a notch.

  After a few more minutes of manipulating her clit, I had Kat back into ecstasy territory – gasping, moaning, and writhing on the end of my cock. Her shudders and the contractions of her ass – exquisite.

  At the last orgasmic second, I remembered to grunt out, “Come for me.” Then I gave one last high and deep thrust that might’ve shoved her over the log if I hadn’t held her.

  In the midst of the chaos of orgasm, I wasn’t sure who came first.

  I bit her nape then breathed in her scent, registering how she’d slumped into a limp, tussled mess. I whispered roughly. “I hope you like ass fucking, Kat. Because I’m in love with it.”

  I should get the dress off her soon. Untie her. I sat up a little to check her out, and to caress her, my sexy sweaty captive. Note to self: next time, take pictures.

  Once I’d had my fill of looking at her lying there all delicious and disheveled, I helped her up and settled her clothing in place then I cuddled her, still sitting on the log.

  With my arm around her shoulders and my mouth on her hair, I struggled with an urge to ask her if she was happy. I wanted to but her answer – I knew it would not be everything I wanted to hear. No matter how many orgasms we gave her, how thorough our love making was, or in Chris’s case, the pain sessions…no matter that, she wasn’t ours yet inside her head. That counted to me. Still. I wanted something.

  I ran my finger down the chain on my neck and toyed with the shark tooth, watching it spin in the light. I dug my big toe in the sandy soil, stirred the cool sand, and made my decision.