The knots he'd cleverly placed against the sub's clits and nipples had the woman screaming as she came over and over swinging back and forth.
“What are you smiling about over there?” Jackson's hand trailed up her naked leg to her belly from where he lay next to her on the bed.
Except for when they'd been off the ship, she'd basically been naked with him here in his suite. Not that she was complaining.
“I was wondering, if I was a very good girl, if you would use Shibari knots on me some time.”
She smiled as his cock began to harden even though they'd already had two bouts of mind-blowing sex today — the last one involving him cuffing her to the bed and attaching her legs to a spreader bar.
“Oh, I think Shibari knots are definitely a part of your future regardless if you've been good or bad.”
Him mentioning their future, even though they'd decidedly not talked about where this was going, eased and softened something inside her. Something that was afraid he'd change his mind and slip away again.
He turned over onto his side so they were face to face on the bed. “Why? Have you done something bad, Lexi?” His furrowed brow seemed so serious. She wanted to reach up and smooth his forehead. “Because if you had, and then changed your mind or something, you could talk to me about it. I'm not so much of an asshole that I don't know that people sometimes make mistakes.”
She half smiled, trying to read him. Was this about her punishments that both of them loved so well? “I don't think I would admit it to you if I did something bad. I'm still barely able to sit down after yesterday's punishment.”
Before her mind had comprehended he was moving he had rolled over and pinned her under him. “Just tell me, Lexi. We'll work it out, I promise.” His face was so serious just inches from her own.
“Jackson?” What was wrong with him? She hadn’t seen him like this.
“Yes?”
“I'm not sure exactly what you want from me right now. Are you being serious? Do you want me to apologize again for deceiving you?” She could feel herself tensing. If this was a game, she didn't understand the rules.
“No, not that.”
“Then what?”
He just stared at her for a long moment, his eyes narrowed. She saw disappointment wash over his face but it was gone so quickly she wondered if she’d imagined it. Then a sultry grin overtook his face.
“Nothing. I was just hoping you'd done something bad so we could have more punishments today.”
His sexy smile didn't quite meet his eyes, but she decided not to press it. “Oh, my punishment yesterday wasn't enough for you?”
“You have to admit you definitely owed me and Donovan that apology for deceiving us.”
“My ass is still sore. He really whaled on me with that belt.”
Now Jackson's smile met his eyes. “I loved watching your face as he spanked you. Watching you sob and know that you would feel better — and we would too — because the air was cleared between us. I liked it almost as much was as I liked you sucking my cock and spanking you myself.”
“That was a lot. Both of you taking turns.”
His eyebrow raised. “You saying you didn't deserve it? Letting us both scene with you, knowing we thought you were someone else? It's one thing for you to scene with people who didn't know either Alexandra Silver or Lexi Durham, quite another for you to deliberately deceive us.”
She blushed slightly. “I guess so.”
“Tell me what you were feeling during the punishment.”
“Jackson—”
He reached between them and pinched a nipple. “Excuse me? That's Sir or Master.”
“I'm sorry, Sir.” Her nipple hardened just saying the words. “Do you really want to know how the punishment made me feel? That it both hurt and turned me on at the same time?”
“Yes. Especially that.”
She grimaced. “I knew I was in trouble when Donovan showed up. I could tell he was still a little angry with me.”
Jackson cocked one eyebrow. “I would say more than just a little. How did you feel when we told you what the punishment would be?”
“I knew that it had been well-planned.”
He chuckled. “Donovan and I are nothing if not strategic. Were you worried about the pain?”
“A little. But I know neither of you would truly hurt me. It was the other—” She flushed again. “—the way you positioned me so you could see my face. That was hard.”
She shivered remembering it.
When Donovan arrived at Jackson’s cabin yesterday, they had explained would receive ten spanks from each of them, with their instrument of choice. Although she knew that was going to hurt — especially when Jackson chose a wooden paddle and Donovan chose a belt — she hadn't been too worried.
They had stripped her naked, and told her she’d be sucking them off in between her spankings. She’d thought that meant she would get on her knees and give them a blowjob, and then would be bent over their laps or the bed for the spanking.
But instead Donovan had sat in the middle of the couch and told Lexi to stand in front of him. She would suck him off from there, bending at the waist.
She’d obeyed instantly, but had been surprised when he'd stopped her a few minutes later. He'd taken her hands and rested them on his thighs and tilted her chin up so she was looking him in the eye.
“Five, Jackson.”
Donovan had watched her face as Jackson had given her ass five blows with the paddle. By the third she was crying. By the fifth, she couldn't stop her wails.
“Now, back to my cock,” he’d said.
Jackson had rubbed her stinging ass from where he stood behind her as she'd licked and sucked Donovan, taking his balls in her mouth and sucking them gently when he demanded.
His breath was getting more ragged when he stopped her again, putting her hands back on this thighs. “The other five, Jackson.”
She didn't even try to hold back her sobs this time as Jackson paddled her again. By the time Jackson got to the fifth blow, she was wailing.
”I'm sorry,” she said to Donovan between sobs after the last blow.
He finally gave her a real smile. “I know you are. Now finish me, so that I get to spank that ass.”
When she'd finished swallowing his load, she’d stood and Jackson took his place on the couch and Donovan stood behind her.
“Start with the spanking,” Jackson said. “I want to see her face as she gets all ten.”
His blue eyes had remained locked on hers as Donovan whipped her with the belt, his blows harder than Jackson's had been, stinging her already tender ass and thighs.
Having Jackson’s eyes on her as she went through this was so intimate, it was painful. Like he was looking into her very soul. She knew her face had to be red and blotchy from her continued sobs, but Jackson had looked at her like she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.
After her spanking, she’d remained in the same position, her hands on his thighs, bent towards him, unable to look away. Eventually, he’d gently wiped her face, reaching up and gently kissing her on the forehead.
She’d dropped to her knees and sucked his cock with abandon; reverence. Taking him deeper than she’d ever taken anyone. When she’d swallowed every bit of his cum and licked him clean, he’d pulled her up into his lap and they’d sat there for a long time. Donovan had slipped out after spanking her, leaving them alone together.
Lexi looked at Jackson now, running her fingers over his rock-hard abs. “Why did you like watching my expression as I got spanked?”
He trailed fingers down her cheek. “There's such an honesty to it. I've seen it on subs' faces during scenes, how it hurts, but also helps clear their mind, center them. Watching that happen to you was fucking amazing — how repentant you were, how it cleared the air.”
His blue eyes burned with a dark intensity and he looked like he was going to say something else, but stopped.
“What?” she asked, pinchi
ng him lightly on the abs.
The dark look was gone, replaced by a smile. “I liked watching you spanked but having my cock down your throat was pretty mind-blowing too.”
“And making sure the balcony door was open so everyone could hear my punishment?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
His grin was huge now. “That was just an added bonus for everyone's benefit.”
He kissed her then rolled to the side. “I'm going to take a shower. You up for hitting the black stone beach in Dubrovnik in a couple of hours?”
The ship would be spending the next two days in ocean town of Dubrovnik, Croatia. Getting out and basking in the sun and exploring the city proper, where a lot of Game of Thrones had been filmed, was high on her agenda. Not that she minded being naked inside the cabin with Jackson.
She still needed to get away from him to get the server room. But it could wait until tonight. Maybe she could talk him into doing a scene in the Dungeon deck tonight. Without the mask. Going in unmasked to play with her own Dom would be a new experience. One she'd always hoped. But the fact that it would be Jackson?
She'd always hoped but never quite believed it would happen.
She'd tell him she'd meet him in the Dungeon deck and take a little detour to the server room on the way. Get the work out of the way then focus on going public with one very sexy man.
Chapter Fourteen
For Jackson. A little story to pass the time.
My New Gift
Master loved me. Loved to take me out places where he could show me off. We often went to the theater and opera, so I could dress in the finest of gowns he picked for me, and wear thousands of dollars in jewelry. But we did fun things too like amusement parks and rock concerts and even mountain biking.
Master enjoyed restaurants. Loved to try all different types and styles of food. Everything from hole-in-the-wall places he heard about from friends, to Michelin star restaurants. Mostly I think he preferred the casual places. Loud, boisterous, and generally delicious.
But tonight he was taking me out to one of the most fancy restaurants in town. One of the most expensive. I was actually surprised we were coming here because last time Master had said it wasn't worth the hype. When I asked him why he’d chosen this place again, he just said he'd heard it had gotten better. Or at least more interesting.
I should've known he was up to something when he told me not to wear a bra or panties under my dress. But to be honest, I wasn't that suspicious because he often requires me to go out with no underclothes, in case he wanted fuck me in the car or play with my naked pussy under the tablecloth.
We enjoyed our appetizers. I thought the restaurant was quite lovely. Very fancy, the waiters a little stuffy, but overall probably worth its hefty price tag. Not that Master needed to worry about money.
We had just finished our first course when Master told me he had a little gift for me. He knows how much I love gifts. They don't need to be expensive, I just love anything from him. My face lit up.
He smiled at me. “This is a bit different than my normal gifts. You'll need to take it into the bathroom.” The waiter walked up to refill our wine, but Master didn't pay a bit of attention to him. “You will go into the stall of the bathroom and remove your dress so you are completely naked except for your high heel shoes — it shouldn’t take long since I didn’t allow you to wear your panties or bra under your dress, did I?”
Master turned with an eyebrow raised to look at the waiter, who had not only almost spilled the wine, but was gaping at us. I barely contained my giggle. Both Master and I enjoyed shocking people, especially snotty waiters.
Master turned back to me. “If I told you to take off your dress right now and walk to the bathroom naked, you would do that, wouldn't you, love?”
I reached for the side zipper of my dress. “Yes, Master.” And I would. If Master wanted me to walk across the restaurant in only my shoes and his collar – a gold choker I wore wherever we went – I would do it.
“No, little love.” He looked pointedly at the waiter again, who finally shut his gaping jaw, lowered his head, and walked away quickly. Master returned his attention back to me. “Once you get into the stall, place your phone on the small shelf over the toilet. Turn on the video messaging app so that I can see you naked. I will give you further instructions.”
He nodded his head towards the bathroom, handing me the small gift bag. I immediately stood and walked in that direction not stopping until I was in the last stall.
I knew right away this was the reason we were back at this restaurant. The bathroom stalls were complete units in themselves. When I closed the door and locked it, it was like being in my own private room.
Not that I wouldn't do with master asked in an open stall, even if everyone there could hear me.
I set my phone on the shelf that, sure enough, was just over the toilet, obviously meant to hold a woman's handbag. I wondered how master found out it was here. I took off my dress, and hung it on the hook on the door. Naked, already hot and nipples straining, I turned on the video messaging app. Master's face took up most of the screen, and my naked body filled the small box in the top corner.
I knew that on his phone, my body took up most of the screen.
“Very nice.” He smiled at me appreciatively. I basked in his pleasure, nipples growing harder. I could feel myself getting wetter.
“Now, take the new toy out of the bag.”
At first all I could see was pink. Because, that's what the toy was: big and pink. Not a soft rose color, but a bright, neon pink.
What designer decided to make a giant dildo that color?
It was big and wide, although not nearly as well-endowed as Master. At the base of the dildo was a butterfly. I smiled, knowing what that meant. The butterfly antennae would surround my clit. But the whole thing, instead of having a handle so I could use it on myself, had two circular straps.
“Put the dildo in your pussy and antennae on your clit. The straps go around your legs.”
I stepped into the straps and pulled them up high on my thighs. I worked the dildo into my tight pussy and made sure the little antennae were in place surrounding my clit.
“Oh yes,” Master nodded approvingly. “I thought the color was ridiculous at first, but now I like it very much against your pale skin. It's the same pink color your ass and thighs turn when they've been good and spanked.”
The thought of a good spanking had me growing even wetter around the dildo so deep inside me. I wished it had a handle so I could fuck myself with it, like I normally would with a vibrator.
“Spread your legs and play with your nipples, sweet sub, and let's see how your toy works.”
A few seconds later I felt the sweetest sensation against my clit as the antennae began to hum slightly. Soft enough just let me know they were there. I played with my nipples that had already hardened into little peaks, enjoying the gentle sensations, but mostly I enjoyed knowing Master was watching. That he might be allowing others to watch me also.
The vibration against my clit became a little stronger and my fingers became rougher against my nipples, pinching them. My eyes closed and my breaths started to come in little gasps.
“Eyes on me.”
My eyes immediately opened and flew back to the phone. Master gave me a wicked little smile and then the dildo inside me began to shift, rubbing against my g-spot.
“Ohhh!” I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips at the sensation against my clit and inside my pussy. My hips began rocking back and forth. One hand fell from my breast to rest against the stall wall to help support me.
“Oh, dear,” Master said. “We're only at one quarter of the intensity available to us.”
One quarter? I wouldn't survive.
“You will survive.” It was like Master could read my mind. “And you will be quiet. If security gets called to the bathroom, you'll leave this restaurant naked, and you won't come for the rest of the month.”
“Y-yes
, Master.”
“Let's try half intensity. Both hands back on those nipples.”
I squeaked then shuddered as the intensity strengthened, then bit my lip trying to keep quiet. I worked my nipples and could feel my hips humping nothing but air. I knew I must look so wanton. I could feel myself start to pant and knew I was getting close.
“Master. Master.” I panted his name with each breath.
And then the vibrations turned off completely.
“No!” I sobbed. I had been so close. I wanted to come so bad.
“Turn around and grab the hook where your dress is hanging with both hands. Arch your back so I can see that ass completely. I want to see those hips grind when I turn this back on high.”
“Yes, Master.”
I turned and faced the stall door, positioning myself as he'd commanded, my hands up in the air, holding the hook. I waited for what seemed like forever, knowing Master was allowing my body to come down from its near orgasm.
The flood sensations when they came took me by surprise in their intensity. All at once I lost total control of my body. Only my hands holding the hook kept me upright. I kept myself from screaming, but couldn't stop the mewling cries that fell from my lips over and over. My clit and pussy were being worked hard.
And yes, my hips did grind. Master showed me the video later and I couldn't believe it. I was literally fucking air as if someone was between my legs. I rose up on my toes, my knees bent, my ass shaking.
The first orgasm racked my body not five seconds after he'd turned on the vibrations. “Oh, oh, oh, oh.” My breaths came out as sobs. I squeezed my legs together in an effort to get some relief from the uproar in my pussy. But the second orgasm hit me without warning. I panted hard, bouncing up and down on my toes, trying not to scream. A third ripped through me right on the heels of the second and I could feel my entire body begin to shake.
Sweat trickled down my temples, my body still shuddering, as Master turned down the power.
“Keep your hands up on the hook, but turn around.”
I did, my back sagging against the stall door. Master smiled.
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