by Susan Stoker
The other man knelt on the bed, nipple clamps in his hands. Anticipation raced through her. She might actually orgasm this time without—
The cold metal of one clamp latched on to her right nipple. It was nothing new, but it did build some anticipation. He wrapped the chain over her neck and clamped the other metal clip to her left nipple. Her stomach tightened. This could prove enjoyable. As she moved her neck, the clamps pulled. Nice.
When he reached around her again, she held her breath, hoping he would tighten the clamps. He didn’t disappoint. Her core clenched as the metal pinched her flesh. He sat back on the bed and nodded to the man behind her.
Finally, it would begin. She’d been a prostitute in her past life at a very exclusive bordello in Nevada. She’d done it not just for the money, but because she enjoyed sex. All kinds of sex. When she moved to Arizona to become Poker Flat’s bartender, she found she missed the sex. Luckily, the resort opened and she’d been able to enjoy a few good lays.
The problem was that most of the people who stayed at a nudist resort were not into alternative lifestyles. They simply liked not wearing clothes. But occasionally swingers booked a couple casitas and they were always open to another woman.
The pressure of a hard cock against her anal hole had her grasping the footboard. The woman beneath her, Tina was her name, took that moment to press a vibrating dildo against her clit. “Ah, now that’s what I’m talking about.”
Tina didn’t answer, probably didn’t do anything her two Dominants didn’t want her to do. When the vibration pulled away, Adriana glanced at her to see she’d turned on a vibrating bullet. There was more to sex than vibration, but she wasn’t going to complain.
The cock behind her started to rub up and down her crease. The teasing motion had her pushing back. The smack of a hand on her ass stung. “Ow. What the hell? Don’t spank me again or I’m out of here.”
The man behind her chuckled. “That might be a little hard, tied to the bed.”
She looked over her shoulder. What was his name? Tom? John? Something generic. “Don’t push it.”
“Whatever.”
The man in front of her tsked and lifted her chin to look at him as he knelt before her. “Not smart to confront the most dominant.”
“I told you, I’m not a submissive, nor do I want to be. You all agreed. Besides…” She paused as the woman slid the vibrating bullet inside her. Her sheath clenched it, happy to have the stimulation she craved. “You have this pretty thing under me. You don’t need me.”
The man behind her grunted. “True. But I am going to enjoy fucking your ass hole.”
Despite his crudity, her core tensed. She used to serve a very classy clientele and they all enjoyed their own special kink. She’d just think of this as slumming.
“And I want to fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours.” The man on the bed stroked her lips with his cock. “Would you like that?”
She grinned. This man she could handle just fine. She shot her tongue out and licked at the cock head in front of her. It wasn’t long. She could easily take it in, but it was wide. She’d always been known for her big mouth. She smirked before nipping at the tip.
She opened her lips and sucked the cock halfway inside. The vibrating dildo made contact with her clit again, sending pleasure waves up to meet those being produced by the bullet, but that she could do on her own. It was the two men who were her hope for something more.
The rubbing along her ass crack slowed and she felt cool lube glide all around the cock head between her cheeks. She opened her mouth, allowing the cock in front of her to enter all the way. Being fucked from both ends had its own rewards.
Then the pressure built at her anal hole. She relaxed her muscles there as the woman pulled the dildo away from her clit and pushed it into her sheath until it met the bullet.
The man behind her grunted as he pushed in. “Fuck that’s good.”
The double vibration in her tight ass was making him happy. She turned her head to the side, keeping the cock in her mouth, and the nipple clamps pulled. That was better.
The woman beneath her must have realized the double vibration in her sheath wasn’t enough and pulled it out to lay the dildo against her clit. Now, with the cock gliding in and out of her anal hole and the one in her mouth mimicking the motion, her tension finally built.
The vibrator against her clit started to circle and a tongue licked across her clamped right nipple. Yes, this was what she wanted. The orgasmic release that was like her own drug. The men in her ass and mouth started to lose control as they rocked into her. The tiny bites on her compressed nipple sent excitement colliding with the waves of tension building inside her vibrating sheath.
She was revved and ready but the sensations plateaued. Disappointment crept over her. She turned her head to the other side, just needing more, more feeling, pulling on the chain attached to her nipples. She needed someone watching.
Then in the darkness outside, a pair of black cowboy boots stepped into the light thrown from the sliders onto the patio.
Him.
Adriana caught her breath as every pleasurable sensation suddenly collided. Her orgasm hit hard, sending adrenaline racing along every artery, providing the satisfaction she craved.
She closed her eyes and the man on the bed came inside her mouth just as the one behind her yelled. The ecstasy left quickly, the moment gone as fast as it had come. It was as if she’d built up a tolerance to orgasms. Maybe she needed to lay off the toys for a while, dry out.
Yeah, who was she kidding?
She spit out the cock in her mouth and looked back to the patio. He was gone. She let her head drop, unconcerned that she was still tied and a bullet continued to buzz in her pussy.
The man behind her slowly pulled out. Instinct had her looking over her shoulder. “Don’t even think about it.”
He scowled, his hand raised to smack her ass. “I think you need to be taught a lesson.”
“I don’t need any lessons from you.”
His tense face relaxed and he smirked. “Who said anything about me? Tina?”
The woman beneath her looked out at her Dom. “Yes, Sir.”
“I want you to suck on this woman’s clit while I wash up. If we make her come a second time, both Gary and I will fuck you at the same time. If she doesn’t come, then neither will you…all night.”
The woman simply nodded.
Adriana looked at him and raised her eyebrow. “A second time? No one’s done that before.”
“We’ll see about that. Gary is going to fuck your pussy until you come.”
She hid her smirk by looking down. That wasn’t going to happen unless… She looked toward the sliding glass doors. The only way that would happen was if he came back on his rounds. And if he didn’t? She rested her forehead on the footboard. She’d fake it. No reason to get sore for nothing. Besides, a part of her felt sorry for the woman. Yes, she was a submissive, but Adriana had to grit her teeth at the whole Dom/sub relationship.
The woman’s tongue lapped against her clit, sending pleasing tingles up into her core.
Then again, it did have its advantages for her. She may not come, but she certainly planned to enjoy every sexual pleasure. And if the resort’s mysterious security guard happened by again, she’d be ready.
*
Hunter McKade stalked away from the well-lit casita, his anger, always close to the surface, threatened to erupt. Why the fuck did he watch her every time? It wasn’t as if he’d ever let himself experience that joy again, so why watch someone else have it? Self-directed fury tore through him, the hard-on in his jeans an annoyance.
He broke into a run up the hill toward the main building, letting the resentment rush through his body. He pushed his muscles, ignoring the cold night air so similar to Afghanistan. Habit had him scanning the distance for the lights of smugglers making their way through the mountains.
The Arizona desert remained dark. No enemy to avoid, no landmine to watch
for.
When he reached the building, he curved left at the dirt road down into the ravine, his cowboy boots with their special rubber-coated soles and heels gripped the rock-strewn path, allowing him to continue his sprint. He hit the bridge over the creek, his boots silent in the quiet night, keeping his presence hidden despite the turmoil inside.
The winding path up the ravine wall was steep, but he refused to slow. He focused on his breathing, the burn in his thighs, the blood pumping through his body. When he made it to the top, he finally slowed to a jog, circling the three-walled steel garage big enough to fit half a dozen Abrams tanks. As he approached the open side again, he stopped and stepped inside, flicking on the overhead lights.
The rose-colored bulbs gave a warm feeling to the metal structure, a false impression.
To bring his breathing under control, he paced between the rows of parked vehicles. Wintertime at a nudist resort in Arizona brought in a shitload of people. He studied each vehicle, a habit he’d obtained since returning home.
He snarled at his thought, barely keeping his fist from slamming into a four-door sedan. He had no home anymore. No home, no life, no reason to go on. So why the fuck did he?
He turned the corner and slowed to a stop. The second vehicle down, a red SUV of the same make and model as the one that used to grace his ranch, was parked there, laughing at him, taunting him with its pretty paint job and dent-free body.
Fisting his hands as his heart raced, he moved past it, focusing on the light switch. “Hold it together, Hunter.”
Why? Why should he?
He turned off the lights and shut out the image of the vehicle. He stood there in the dark, his breathing labored all over again, his heart speeding beyond its legal limit.
Poker Flat. The staff here. That was why he had to rein himself in. They didn’t deserve the havoc he wanted to wreak. He focused on his boss and her fiancé, Wade. They were good people who didn’t care that he was screwed up from the inside out. More on the inside than what the bombs had done to his outside.
His heartbeat started to slow. Lacey, the bookkeeper, was sweeter than apple pie, and Selma’s cooking was a step above delicious. Jorge, the stable manager, took care of the horses like they were his children.
His body calmed, and he strode from the garage, heading back toward the resort. With the eruption of chaos averted and the usual darkness settling into his psyche and taking hold, he couldn’t decide which was worse.
As he crested the ledge of the ravine, his gaze swept the entire resort. First, to the shelf with the stables and the newly constructed western main street. The figure of Mac stepped out of the stable manager’s office and headed toward the western town. She made her rounds like he did his.
His gaze swept to the other shelf with the main building and casitas. The light still shone from one in particular. His cock responded as the image of Adriana Perez having sex with three people forced its way into his head.
He made his legs move, taking him down toward the ravine bed. The resort’s bartender was taking a risk being tied up by people she didn’t know well. He shook his head as his instinct to protect surfaced once again. He wished he hadn’t chosen law enforcement before and during the army. Now he couldn’t stop the serve and protect instincts, even if he cared less about himself.
His feet took him to the guest casitas again. He willed himself to stop before reaching the lit one. Adriana could take care of herself. She had yet to call him to evict an unruly customer at the bar, though he’d heard from his boss there had been a few since he’d been hired in October.
Then again Kendra could have exaggerated. Adriana was not a big woman like Mac. She was of average build for a female, but with large breasts, a thin waist and a round ass that had many of the resort’s guests looking twice. But it was far more than her salacious body, petite nose, full lips and laughing brown eyes that caused people to watch her. The woman oozed sex appeal.
The way she walked, how she spoke, even her mannerisms said she was interested in sex. She was the kind of woman his mother had always told him to steer clear of and he had, until now. Now he was the one good people needed stay away from.
The light from the casita beckoned him like the light after death. He found it impossible to resist.
A quiet voice caught his attention, his senses always alert. He stepped farther into the shadow of the casita made by the weak moon as an older couple came down the walking path. They were naked as expected, but what was odd was there was no sound of flip-flops. Everyone wore those in the desert.
As they drew closer to the casita Adriana was in, they slowed and he was able to see they were barefoot. With snakes and tarantulas about, that wasn’t a smart move. He was about to make himself known when the woman pointed.
“See,” she whispered. “That’s Dominance and submission.”
The older gentleman with bright-white hair and a large gut nodded. “That’s what I thought. So where does the masochism and sadism come in?”
The white-haired lady shrugged her pudgy shoulders. “I don’t know. I think that’s if they use whips and chains.”
“That makes sense.” The two watched the scene inside the casita, both barely blinking.
Hunter’s own curiosity made him impatient to step around the corner, but he determinedly held his position.
“Oh wow. Honey, look.” The woman squeezed her husband’s arm. “He just put his penis in that other man’s butt.”
The husband didn’t respond right away, his gaze on something entirely different. He glanced at what his wife mentioned, then pointed. “And that woman is performing oral sex on Adriana even while the man’s penis is inside her.”
The wife pulled his arm. “We better go, I don’t think she’d like us watching.”
The husband didn’t budge, but he did chuckle. “We’re talking about Adriana. The woman who walks around the resort nude when she’s not on shift. I think she would love us to watch.”
“Oh, I think she’s coming.”
The husband didn’t respond to his wife’s comment. Instead, they stood in silence as muffled sounds came from inside. When those sounds died down, the man had a hard-on.
The wife finally looked at him. “I’m ready now.”
He grinned at her. “Me too. Let’s go.”
As the two ambled off, Hunter took a deep breath, confidant he’d made the right decision not to interrupt. But once they were out of sight, he stepped around the corner, this time careful to stay away from the light shining out of the sliding glass doors.
He expected to see Adriana untied and sitting on the floor recovering. He’d witnessed a number of nights when she didn’t leave a sexual encounter until the sun threw a pink glow over the desert.
She wasn’t untied yet. That bothered him. He’d only seen her tied once before and shortly after coming she’d been untied. Adriana would never be a submissive. A Dominatrix maybe, but never a submissive.
He watched the scene unfold inside. Adriana now knelt on the floor but her hands were still tied to the footboard. The other woman was on the bed, her legs spread wide, facing Adriana.
One of the men was missing, probably in the bathroom, but the other was arguing with Adriana. Hunter’s gut tightened. This could get out of hand for her.
The man pointed to the woman on the bed. Adriana scowled at him, holding her hands up as far as they could go as she argued back. The man folded his arms and said something else.
Adriana shook her head, her chin coming up in defiance. The other man came into the room, a nasty-looking whip in his hand. Every muscle in Hunter’s body came to attention. He curled his fingers into his palms. If this is what Adriana wanted, he’d hold his position, but if not…
He’d seen his fair share of kink while in the military. He’d even discovered his own captain with his dick stuck up the ass of one of his men. But it had been consensual and as far as Hunter was concerned, live and let live. He was in no position to judge anyone.
But he’d also seen rape and been prevented from interfering due to so-called “diplomatic relations,” then been forced to bury the victim weeks later.
He narrowed his eyes at the scene before him, his weight already shifting to the balls of his feet. The dominant man now had the whip in his hand and pointed to the woman on the bed. Adriana lifted her tied hands again. The man raised the whip. She shook her head and spit on the floor.
He’d only seen her do that once, but she was furious at the time. He pulled the door handle as the whip came down.
Nothing happened. It was locked.
The impediment brought his rage to the surface. Picking up the stone planter at the edge of the patio, he threw it into the glass, his body coming through after it.
“Hunter!” Adriana’s look of relief was all he needed to see.
He squelched his instinct to put down the enemy first. Holding on to his new reality by a thread, he pulled the switchblade from his back pocket and cut the rope binding Adriana’s hands. Then he faced the two men. “You will leave this resort immediately.”
Keeping his eyes on their surprised faces, he felt Adriana stand up behind him. “Do you want to press charges?”
Before she could answer, the man with the whip raised it and brought it down toward him.
Hunter lunged, grabbing the leather coil at the thong and ripped it out of the Dom’s hands. He wrapped the whip around the man’s neck, cutting off his air supply. “Adriana, do you want to press charges?”
The other man pulled at his arm, trying to loosen his hold as the dominant man struggled to breathe.
She stood next to him on his left not saying anything. The need to choke the life from the man took over his brain. He tightened the whip, his gut rejoicing at the gurgling sounds coming from the victim in his hands.
Something soft brushed against his shoulder. He stopped tightening at the movement. Adriana was there, a piece of his new reality. He wasn’t allowed to kill.
“No.” Her emotionless word, spoken softly as she shrugged and moved away, broke through his killing haze.
