by Tina Donahue
They took more pictures, comparing photos again, both of them puffing as though they’d run a marathon. Noah left the sofa, Kyle on his heels. Noah offered Kyle a condom and took one for himself, both of them sheathing their rods quickly.
“Wait.” Grabbing Noah’s arm, Kyle inclined his head toward the spanking strap. “My turn.”
Noah nodded.
With the strap in hand, Kyle rested his hand on Jasmina’s hip. She flinched and then went still. He drew the leather across her cheeks. She lifted her ass, welcoming discipline.
“You been bad?” Kyle asked.
She nodded.
“You want this?”
Her head bobbed again.
Before Kyle could begin, Noah held up his hand and turned to her. “No sounds. Not even a whimper, understand?”
She pulled in her shoulders, breathed hard, and finally nodded once more.
The first crack rang out, her muscles tensing, skin pinking up. Kyle punished her repeatedly, in fresh spots each time, his swats precise and controlled, meant to arouse not harm.
Jasmina exhaled noisily with each lick of the strap. She gulped air and panted but didn’t cry out. Finished, Kyle kissed her cheeks. Noah did too.
She gurgled.
The sound was so adorable, Noah grinned. Kyle turned away, arm to his mouth, muffling his laughter.
Seizing the opportunity, Noah mounted her first, sinking his cock deep into her snug, hot pussy. Holy mother… His head fell forward, shoulders drooping at the sheer pleasure of being inside her.
Kyle smacked Noah’s arm, no doubt pissed about losing his place.
Too bad. He’d have to wait now.
Noah glided his cock in and out of her slick cunt, invading her heated depths, their bodies rocking in time. When he swept his fingers over her nub, she forgot herself, moaning loudly.
Who could blame her? He growled like a maniac, grunted worse than a beast.
With each vulgar sound he made, she tightened her pussy around his rod, encouraging him to lose even more control.
The legs of the stool tapped the floor with his impassioned thrusts, his cock aching, balls feeling bruised, craving release. Three pumps later, she came, wailing loudly, her inner muscles quivering around his shaft. He managed to hold off for several more thrusts, his agonized groan turning to a euphoric yell.
He wavered, uncertain if he’d ever regain his strength, his cock already shriveling and slipping from her cunt.
Kyle shoved him out of the way. Noah windmilled his arms to right himself. Once he had, he took care of the rubber and flopped onto the sofa, too tired to smack Kyle or give him the finger.
She was juicier than she’d been on deck, her pussy caressing his rod, telling Kyle his rightful place was buried deep within her. He didn’t want to be anywhere else, possibly ever. Crazy, he knew, yet good sense didn’t stop his overwhelming need for closeness, possibly true intimacy.
When he’d first seen her in the cape, she’d reminded him of a kid dressed for Halloween. Affection and amusement had raged within him, urging him to laugh and hug her. He’d needed a shitload of will to control himself and behave like a Dom. Not because he liked control especially—hell, he let Noah run most things since the guy was far more intense. Playing these games pleased Jasmina, especially on this tub. Kyle wished he’d taken her picture when she’d first spotted the yacht. The look on her face had been priceless.
Her uncomplicated approach to fun and adventure kept drawing him closer.
He ran his palms up her silky back, bending over to fondle her boobs. She wiggled her ass into him, her cunt taking his shaft in more deeply, her inner muscles squeezing hard to keep him in place.
As if he’d ever willingly move from what she offered now or had earlier. Kickass sex, belly laughs, great, home-cooked food, teasing that said he was special to her, he mattered. How long did stuff like this last? Most couples he knew, except for his parents, fought as though their lives depended upon winning. When his mom and dad disagreed they turned a cold shoulder to each other, their chilly silences worse than a screaming match. He guessed they were still in love, though who knew since the men in his family never admitted to having emotions. Feelings were for wimps and women, in that order.
Could he hope for more with her? Should he?
Damn—why was he even thinking of this? Next he’d be writing poetry.
Dismissing such a stupid idea, he plowed into her sheath, content with now. Nothing else should matter except her pussy congested with desire, her strained breaths and tensed muscles as she sailed toward orgasm, giving him a sense of accomplishment—the best kind—for having pleased her.
Concentrating on her clit, he rubbed slowly to get her revved up then pumped his shaft fast and hard into her. The contradictory pacing kept her off balance, accelerating her response. Whimpers turned to moans, temporary jerks to full-out squirming.
She was on fucking fire.
He stoked the flames with his thrusts and teasing strokes on her nub. Surprisingly, she didn’t come but endured. He, on the other hand…
Sweat bathed his face and throat. His vision blurred and his shoulders stung. If he didn’t get relief soon, his thing was going to fall off. Gritting his teeth, he pumped like a damn piston in an engine.
Jasmina took off, blabbering in a combination of English and Spanish, her words so hurried he hadn’t a prayer of following them. Didn’t matter. The way she bucked and moaned told him what he needed to know.
Time for his turn. Finally.
He lasted three more thrusts, his cum shooting into the rubber, the world whirling too quickly for him to keep up.
* * * * *
Jasmina woke first, upside down on one of the chairs. Her ass was on the seat, legs propped against the back cushion, high heels gone, hands still cuffed in front of her, head hanging toward the floor.
She couldn’t recall how she’d gotten to this spot or what had happened to her shoes. Twisting to the right, she spotted Kyle sprawled on the rug near the barstool where he’d dropped after owning her like the Dom he was…or pretended to be.
Noah was on the sofa—sort of—right leg stretched out in front of him, left leg on the cushions, the package between his legs accidentally or deliberately exposed, torso and head propped against the back of the furniture, one arm hanging over the edge, the other draped across his chest.
His mouth hung open. She looked over. Kyle’s too.
Tears stung her eyes, tenderness clobbering her when she had no defense. This day and the rest they’d spend here shouldn’t be happening. What Noah and Kyle had planned for her on this boat was too monumental. How was she supposed to get on with everyday living after this, or forget these days?
How was she supposed to remember them? Crap, she hadn’t brought her phone to take pictures to view later.
Damn, damn—hold on.
Noah’s phone was on the cocktail table, Kyle’s next to the condoms. As quietly as she could, she left her chair and snatched Kyle’s device, which was closer. Crap. He’d locked the thing. She padded to Noah’s. Unlocked. Hallelujah! She checked for a G-Mail app first—he had one—activated her account to transfer the photos then took pictures of him and Kyle, along with a few selfies with them in the background.
They’d surprised her earlier, embarrassed her a little too, by taking pictures of her in the buff. Her misgivings fell away with the hunger and yearning in their eyes. They liked her. As a friend. Their intimacy with her wouldn’t go any farther, ever.
Why would she want more, when every relationship ended in some kind of heartache through either breaking up, divorce or death? Who needed that kind of grief? Better to keep things casual. Too bad she wasn’t following her own advice.
Sighing, she transferred the photos, deleted her email account from Noah’s phone and thought again of the shots he and Kyle had gotten of her. Sneaking a look at them was tempting but not something she could do. Even though she wasn’t particularly vain, she’d find flaw
s. What woman didn’t when looking at herself?
As far as the guys went—as long as they got her pussy and boobs in the shot they’d probably be content. Lucky them.
She padded to the cocktail table and placed the phone in the exact location as before. Being a cop, Noah would surely notice if anyone had screwed with his stuff. Satisfied with the position, she turned and gasped.
Noah was close enough for her to smell his musk and savor his heat. He glanced at the phone then her. “Have fun taking your selfies?”
Not any longer. Her face got hot at how she must have looked when she’d been drooling over him and Kyle, longing for them too. No way was she going to ask Noah if he’d noticed. Nor was she going to answer his question. Subs kept it zipped, which she did.
“Hey, Kyle!” Noah looked over. “Wake up!”
“No.” He rolled onto his belly. “Why?”
“Jasmina took pictures of us while we slept.”
“And I should care why?”
“We didn’t tell her she could do so. Here, we rule.”
Oh please.
“Right.” Kyle rolled back over. “Bad girl. Now you’ll pay.”
She bolted for the door. Noah caught up easily, his arm around her waist, dragging her to the sofa. She shrieked. Kyle helped hold her down, both tickling her relentlessly. Too tired to fight, she let them do whatever they willed until they wound down.
When they had, they took turns kissing her.
* * * * *
They ate breakfast outside on the back of the boat, the guys preparing the feast of fruit, bagels, cream cheese, OJ and coffee—provisions they’d stocked before picking her up. Instead of wearing the cape, she’d pulled on Kyle’s tee, the hem falling to the middle of her thighs. They’d left the cuffs and blindfold in the room Noah called a salon. The day was breezy, mostly sunny, the guys wearing nothing except shades and jeans. Their ink was amazing. Each time they breathed or moved, the designs rippled sensuously, making her want them again.
Noah pointed out Zimmerman’s mansion, snatches of the pink palace visible through the heavy foliage. Kyle told her the playroom on the boat was nearly as good as the one in the house. “After we eat, we’ll show you.”
She’d expected riding crops, whips, possibly a post they’d tie her to.
Not even close. Numerous pinball machines, a game called Skee-Ball and other arcade games took up the space, none needing money to operate like those in the mall. The afternoon zoomed by as they competed against the machines or each other, stopping only to eat barbeque hot dogs and burgers Kyle made on the outdoor grill.
When dinner rolled around, she offered to cook, finding enough fixings to throw together Cubanos and spicy salsa.
Stuffed, they retired to the viewing room. Zimmerman had the biggest freaking TV Jasmina had ever seen, countless premium channels and all the porn a guy could want. Naturally Kyle and Noah voted to watch the skin flicks.
She howled at the dumb storylines. They wanted to try out the moves.
After playing until dawn, the three of them slept a few hours and went at each other again in the kitchen they called a galley, in the bedroom they said was a stateroom, again on deck, in the exercise room and the Jacuzzi—the best place of all.
She straddled Kyle first, her pussy sinking down his rod in the warm, bubbly water. Once she’d drained him dry, she climbed onto Noah’s lap and took care of him.
They lost track of time, having fun, laughing, screwing, messing around but finally their days on Zimmerman’s Toy were over.
Their month had come to an end. Back to reality…
* * * * *
On the trip back to her apartment, Noah and Kyle yawned and stretched, tired from the play. Jasmina’s stomach rolled with uncertainty. She knew what she had to do but couldn’t find the nerve. Not yet. She fingered the blindfold and silk scarf the guys had forgotten on the boat. She’d gone back, wanting the items as keepsakes of their time together.
Just past 1:00 a.m., they reached her street, the area as deserted as when they’d left, looking the same though still vastly different to her. Three days ago when she’d been here, she had a lot to look forward to. Now…
Noah pulled up in front of Alice’s Wonderland, put his pickup in park and reached for the keys in the ignition.
She touched his hand before he could turn off the motor. “Stay here. I’ll find my way in.” She turned to Kyle. “I need my key.”
He handed it over.
She gestured to the door. “Can you get out so I can?”
“Whoa.” Noah grabbed her arm. “We don’t even get a goodnight kiss?”
She wasn’t strong enough to stop at only one and shook her head.
He stared as if she’d slugged him. “Why not?”
She couldn’t delay any longer. Wasn’t fair to herself. “I don’t think you, Kyle and I should see each other…for a while.” She wasn’t able to say forever, though that had been her original plan.
“What?” Kyle leaned up. “Why not?”
“I need to step back. Take a breather.”
“From us?” Noah looked more stunned than he had a second ago. “Why? I thought you had a great time.”
“I did.” There would never be another like what they’d given her.
“Then what’s the problem?” Noah frowned. “Why are you suddenly saying stuff that doesn’t make sense?”
“I’m telling you how I feel.”
“What were you doing on the boat? Pretending?”
“No. I’ve never pretended with you guys.”
“You must have,” Noah said. “A few hours ago, you were raring to go; now you want to call it quits.”
“I said for a while.”
“Yeah, that’s like a guy saying ‘I’ll call you’ when you and the guy both know that’s not going to happen. Why are you being so damn different suddenly? Out of the freaking blue, without any warning at all?”
“I’m not different,” she cried. “I’ve been this way all along. Sure, we had an awesome time but that doesn’t make this real. We’ve done more in one month than most people do in several years, over several vacations. What happens when reality sets in with work, bills, arguments, problems? Think you’ll want to hang around me then?”
Noah regarded her. “You still don’t trust us.”
“Would I have let you blindfold, gag, cuff and punish me if I didn’t? I don’t trust my ability to bounce back from the next time when I lose out.”
“Wait.” Kyle held up his hand. “You think we’re going to cheat on you like that dick you dated?”
“No.” They were too good to do that to a woman but they weren’t saints either and wouldn’t stick around simply to avoid breaking her heart. “The day will come when you want to move on as you have with other women you’ve dated. This isn’t forever. I’m not looking for that any longer. I only wanted to have fun. I’m scared of getting in too deep, okay?”
“We’re back to that?” Noah reached for her. “Jasmina.”
She pushed his hand away gently. “I’m giving you an out. Please take it.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Me either,” Kyle said.
She looked at both of them. “You’re saying you want to continue like we’ve been doing?”
“Yeah.” Noah lifted his shoulders. “What’s wrong with having fun, enjoying each other, growing our friendship?”
Nothing, except she’d passed that marker weeks ago, barreling headlong into love. “You’re suggesting more of the same.”
“Could be things will get even better,” Noah said.
Or worse for her. “How long is this friendship thing supposed to last?”
“As long as we want.” Kyle took her hand. “There’s no deadline. If this is about the month thing I mentioned, I was just—”
“It’s not.” She pulled her hand from his. “I’m not ready to get hurt again. Maybe in a week or two, even a month, I could feel differently.”
&nb
sp; Noah sighed. “You think if you run away you won’t ever get hurt again?”
“Not as badly as I would if I stuck around for something that’s hopeless. The longer this goes on, the deeper I may get. Could be you guys will too. You prepared to do that? Face the consequences?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I am.”
“Me too,” Kyle said. “We should see where this leads.”
They’d given her more than she’d expected but what she had to have was time to determine what was best for her. “I need a couple of weeks, maybe more to think about this. If you want to date others, that’s cool—we’re not committed in any way, shape or form.”
Noah studied her for a long moment. “You think I’d do that to you? Kyle either? After what we just shared and have been sharing?”
“I thought…”
“You need to stop thinking for us,” Kyle said. “Take your time, make your decision.” He popped open his door and got out, offering his hand to help her. “Do what you have to.”
Noah rubbed his forehead as she ran to her building.
Kyle piled inside the cab. “What the fuck happened?”
“She’s scared.”
“Yeah, I got that. What triggered this? Did we say or do something wrong?”
Nothing Noah recalled. The moment her inside lights went on, he pulled away, not wanting to spook her if she looked out the blinds.
Kyle turned to him. “Do you love her?”
If feeling as though she’d kicked him in the balls was love, then yeah, he was a goner. “Maybe…probably…shit, I don’t know. You?”
“I’ve never felt this awful around another woman, not even the ones I couldn’t stand. Is that love?”
Noah laughed helplessly. “Could be.”
“So we do nothing except give her space and time?”
“That’s what she wants.”
“Then what?”
He recalled a poster one of his sisters had when she was a teen. Something about letting go of those you love. If they felt the same way in return, they’d come right back. Easy for the fucking poet to write, way harder to live. Noah wanted to storm up Jasmina’s stairs, beg her to open the door so he could see, smell, hold her. Fat chance of that happening tonight or anytime soon. He made a turn, heading for Kyle’s place.
