Miami Bound

by Henry Morgan

  When he climaxed, she distinctly felt his sperm surging down his pulsing erection, and she shuddered beneath the explosive release of his tension as he fired his milky seed deep into her body. She accepted it willingly, basking in his groans and holding her position until he had emptied himself completely.

  He slipped out of her, freed her wrists, and climbed onto the bed. When he was settled comfortably against the pillows, he told her to bring him a smoke and patted the mattress beside him.

  She disappeared out onto the balcony, and then stepped back into the room in the process of lighting his cigarette. She handed it to him and, lighting one for herself, snuggled up beside him on the bed. ‘Thank you,’ she said. ‘When I saw how confident you were in the restaurant, I hoped you would know what I needed.’

  ‘Did you have any idea you were a submissive before you met Ralph?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Where is he now?’

  ‘I don’t know.’ There was a tinge of genuine sadness in her voice. ‘After two days, he took me back to his mooring, kicked me off the boat and told me never to come back. I told him I loved him and that I’d do anything he wanted if he let me stay with him, but he said he was married.’ She stubbed her cigarette out abruptly in an ashtray on the nightstand.

  David slipped his hand beneath her hair, gripped the back of her neck, and pushed her face down towards his still semi-erect penis. ‘Perhaps we can find you another master,’ he said.

  When he woke up the next day, David’s clothes were folded neatly on the chaise lounge, and he was alone. He got out of bed, and discovered all his toiletries neatly laid out in the bathroom. His shaving equipment was on the shelf beneath the mirror, and a hot bath was awaiting him. He smiled remembering last night’s events, but then abruptly walked back into the bedroom and checked the pockets of his trousers. All his money was still there, and his smile deepened at his good fortune. His rucksack was untouched, his possessions unmolested. It had been a wonderful night, and he considered extending his spell in Seattle.

  He was returning to the bathroom to shave when a brief knock at the door was followed by his young runaway returning with breakfast.

  ‘Good morning,’ she said breezily. ‘I thought you’d like to sleep in, seeing as you had such a hard night.’ She had borrowed something from him after all - his brushed-cotton lumber shirt. It was all she had bothered to put on when she left the room.

  David lifted the front tails of the shirt. As he suspected, she was not wearing panties. He smiled his approval, plucked up a piece of toast, and carried it into the bathroom where he ate it as he spread foaming cream around his chin and began shaving.

  His new friend followed him in with the tray. She set it carefully down on the towel rack, snatched up a slice of toast for herself, and sat on the toilet lid as she devoured it.

  ‘How’s my bath?’ David asked.

  She extended a shapely leg and dipped a toe into the water. ‘Just right.’

  He stepped into the tub, and sank gratefully down into hot pink bubbles that smelled intensely of roses. When he was settled, the girl picked up his plate of scrambled eggs, sat on the edge of the bath, and proceeded to feed him.

  ‘You never told me,’ David remarked between bites.

  ‘Told you what?’

  ‘Your name.’

  ‘Is it important?’

  ‘It could be.’

  ‘Minnie,’ she said, filling his mouth with another helping of egg. ‘Minnie Constance.’

  ‘What am I going to do with you, Minnie Constance?’

  ‘You’re going to take me with you.’

  It was a tempting offer, but David had felt the responsibility of control too much these past few years and he wanted some time to himself. ‘Tell you what,’ he said, ‘if you’re a very good girl, I’ll take you south with me, but only as far as San Francisco. Then you have to promise to go home to your mother.’

  It was not the wild adventure she had hoped for, but it was something, at least. ‘It’s a deal,’ she said eagerly. ‘When do we leave?’

  ‘Just as soon as you put some clothes on.’

  With Minnie in tow, David fulfilled his dream of buying an RV, even if it was only a used one, and for the rest of the day, they drove south. They only stopped twice, at a shopping centre to pick up supplies, and at a roadhouse diner for a very late lunch.

  As they pulled out of the diner’s parking lot, Minnie asked him casually, ‘Did you see those truckers watching me?’

  ‘Yes. What about them?’

  ‘They were all wondering what the deal was with us. They were taking bets on whether or not you were paying me to screw you.’

  ‘So, what are you saying?’ David kept his attention on the road.

  ‘I’m saying you’re a gentleman. I’m saying you didn’t hit on me when we first met, not like most guys would have. And when I told you about Ralph fucking me in the ass and beating me, you never said anything, you just listened. It didn’t bother you.’ She slumped down in the seat and rested her feet on the dashboard. ‘Just like it didn’t bother you back there when those people were looking at us and trying to figure out what was going on between us. You just carried on as if everything was normal.’

  ‘Everything is normal.’ He was thinking of her constant chatter and how bored he already was of it.

  ‘Except that I’m nineteen-years-old and you’re old enough to be my dad. But you don’t act like my dad, and those people could tell.’

  ‘It’s not a problem.’

  ‘And that’s why I like you so much,’ she declared, ‘because nothing’s a problem for you.’

  ‘Did you like those truckers?’ he asked her abruptly.

  ‘Not them personally, no.’ She reached back into the cooler they had bought and stocked and pulled out two sodas. She knocked the tops off, and handed one to him. ‘But I liked what they were thinking. It got my pussy tingling knowing they wanted me.’

  ‘What if I had told you to go with them?’

  ‘Well, then I would have gone with them,’ she said, closing her eyes and smiling as she sipped her soda. ‘I would have stripped in the parking lot if that’s what you’d told me to do.’

  The light was beginning to fade as David pulled off the highway, and turned up a dirt road. They had gone about two miles when the trees closed in on them. ‘There’s about an hour of light left,’ he said. ‘Get out and take your clothes off.’

  She obeyed him at once.

  A minute later he joined her in front of the camper, where she could feel the heat from the engine on her bare flesh. ‘I’m going to cane you,’ he said.

  ‘Do you beat all the young girls you pick up?’ she teased, tucking her hair behind her ear in that adorable way of hers.

  ‘If I want to, but I keep the best beatings for girls who deserve it, and can really appreciate it.’

  ‘Is that what you’ve got in your hand,’ she asked, a slight tremor in her voice, ‘a cane?’

  ‘Never you mind.’

  She clenched her thighs together beneath a debilitating rush of fear and excitement.

  David knew she was desperate for him to begin, but he was a master and refused to be rushed. He knew the power of denial, and the potential for increased pleasure in delaying the promised pain. The tension of her expectation aroused him as he lifted the cane, and studied it for a long moment before passing its full length slowly through his other hand. Then he brought it down in a sweeping arc that cut the air with a sinister hiss.

  ‘I practiced medicine once, Minnie,’ he said quietly, ‘so I can tell you with some authority that we understand the function of the lungs and exactly how the kidneys work and what the pancreas does. But the mind, what is it for? I’m not referring to the brain, which enables us to put one foot in front of the other. M
y brain does that. Your brain does that. Our brains all share the same basic functions. My heart doesn’t beat differently from yours. My lungs go in and out when I breathe, just as yours do.’ He passed the cane lightly across her breasts, and flicked one of her hard little nipples with the tip. ‘We have the same organs, you and I, and they behave in the same way. It’s in our thoughts that we’re so different from each other.’

  ‘Yes,’ she whispered, hanging on his every word even as her eyes never left the weapon in his hand.

  ‘You see, Minnie, my brain says beat while your brain says I want to be beaten. My brain craves mastery while your brain craves submission. You long for the attention and the intensity that comes when a man’s entire focus is on you and your naked body.’

  She wrapped her arms around herself, and her slender, trembling figure struck him as a living exclamation point affirming the truth of his words.

  ‘Go and stand between those two trees,’ he commanded, and then said no more as she obeyed him. He followed her, pulling a thin leather cord out of his pocket, which he quickly wrapped around one of her wrists. Then he raised her arm and tied the other end of the strap to a thick and sturdy branch. He subjected her other arm to the same treatment with the other tree, and then bound her ankles in the same way. She said nothing the whole time, but her erratic breathing spoke volumes.

  Then he produced a large handkerchief, and she whimpered in fear as he blindfolded her with it. She seemed about to protest, but he abruptly gagged her with another cloth. Then he stepped back, tucked the cane under his arm, and lit a cigarette. Her flawless pale skin made him think of soft moonlight in the deepening dusk, and her splayed limbs evoked the points of a star, as if her body was the entrance to another world at the end of the long dark tunnel of trees. And the only sounds in the forest were those of the deep breaths she took through her nose in an effort to control her fear and excitement.

  David enjoyed the sight of her pert breasts rising and falling before he took a long, hard drag on his cigarette, and walked up to her. The burning tip gave the soft flesh of her inner thighs a rosy glow as he pointed it up towards her pussy, and let her feel the heat.

  She gasped, and shook her head desperately from side to side in protest.

  He tossed the butt away, and getting a good grip on the cane, stepped slightly aside.

  She felt the sting before the sound of the stroke registered. She let out a muffled scream, just as another blow landed almost directly across the mark left by the first. The pain was excruciating, and she had no way of preventing it. The gag stopped her from pleading with him to stop, and from crying out for help, and no one would have heard her anyway out here in the middle of nowhere. All she could do was hope he would be able to sense, and that he would respect, her limits. She could only pray he would remain master of himself and not abuse the absolute power he had over her in these dark and dangerous moments. She felt a third agonising stroke cut into the burning flesh of her bottom, and her excitement intensified along with her trepidation and agony.

  David worked up a good sweat beating her, but he never lost control.

  Minnie, however, was soon completely lost in the storm of sensations raging through her body and the emotions burning in her mind. Every time the cane sliced into her helpless flesh, her desire to be the sole focus of this man’s life intensified; her longing to be the centre of his universe deepening along with the hungry heat of her pussy. What she did not realise was that with every blow his own passion became more and more fierce, increasingly animalistic and devoid of human compassion.

  When the cane sliced into the back of her thighs she bit into the gag as the torment rose between her legs into her pelvis like a demonic phallus thrusting and blazing up through her body. She became aware of her stomach muscles tightening and of profound, unstoppable feelings coming alive deep inside her as another blow landed across her thighs, and then another, and another...

  She lost count as her thoughts began spiralling out of control, and then a particularly cruel cut across her buttocks drove the breath clean out of her. She knew she could take no more, she had to find release or she would die, and she screamed into the gag as she came like she never had before in her life.

  Chapter 3

  They had been on the road for over three hours and Minnie had not said a word for at least the last one of them. Normally she was a talkative girl and David was enjoying the silence, which he would have secured for himself by gagging her again, if necessary. Most of the time he spent in Russia, he had been alone. Even when he was with Teena and Mishka, there had been little conversation between them thanks to the language barrier, which he deliberately bridged only as far as was necessary.

  Several wonderfully quiet hours later they passed Lincoln City on the Pacific coast. It was a magnificent route with wonderful views of the ocean. They travelled some distance further, until he finally felt it was time for a rest and pulled up in front of a restaurant overlooking the water. The entrance was between two huge sheets of panoramic glass, and outside the diner a number of rustic tables were bolted into the sandy forecourt.

  He leapt out of the truck, put his hands on his hips, and stretched. Minnie climbed out more slowly, walked around the vehicle, and rested her head lazily on his shoulder, her eyes endearingly puffy from her long nap.

  ‘I feel so free,’ she told him, ‘just like that seagull.’ She pointed to the large gull perched on the Café sign. The bird had a cheeky air about it, like all wild things that know they have the best of both worlds.

  ‘Keep your eye on him,’ David said, ‘or he’ll be away with the pancakes.’

  Minnie chose a table near the road. Cars were few and far between, however, and it was the table closest to the sea. The air was heavy with salt, and the wind was strong.

  ‘Do you want pancakes?’ David asked her, preparing to walk inside and place their order.

  ‘Please, but no syrup, it’s too hot and sticky. I’ll just have some butter.’

  There were a few other customers in the restaurant, and it was a good fifteen minutes before David stepped back outside with their food, and saw the two campers that had formed a neat line next to his own RV. Their passengers were four young men, and they were all standing around the table talking to Minnie. She was obviously enjoying their attention, and David was pleased to see her looking so relaxed and happy with people her own age.

  ‘Okay, guys?’ he asked brightly as he set the tray on the table.

  There was a moment’s awkward silence.

  ‘We were just wondering if you’re staying around here,’ a tall, well-built young man with curly blond hair spoke up. ‘We’re going surfing, and we thought your daughter might like to join us.’

  At least he was polite. It was almost a pity to embarrass him. ‘She’s not my daughter,’ David said, momentarily raising their hopes before promptly dashing them again, ‘she’s my partner.’

  Like all good surfers, they were ‘cool’. Their eyes widened even as they nodded their admiration and approval of David’s sexual prowess, or his large bank account, because it had to be one or the other that attracted a girl like Minnie to him.

  ‘Hey, why don’t you both come?’ the blond suggested as if he had just received a divine revelation. ‘We’ve got a few hours of sun left, and the surf’s up!’

  David could see from Minnie’s expression that she was desperate to accept the invitation, and he had no intention of disappointing her. ‘All right,’ he said.

  ‘Excellent. Do you know where the Devil’s Punchbowl is?’

  ‘No, we’re not from around here.’

  The young man pointed south. ‘Just keep driving that way and you can’t miss it. There’s a small cove near there no one goes to. You can catch a few waves, have a party, do whatever you want. Meet you two there in a couple hours?’

  ‘Where are you g
oing now?’ Minnie asked him with a nervous edge in her voice, as if she suspected they would not show up now they knew she and David were an item.

  ‘Off to buy the necessary supplies, sweetie; beer and food, in that order.’ He laughed. ‘See ya there.’

  They leapt back into their vans, and boisterously honked their horns as they pulled out of the parking lot.

  Minnie promptly asked David if he was sure he felt like going, and he sensed she felt guilty about wanting to be with the young men. The truth was, he did not care one way or the other. She was a lovely girl, and he was going to enjoy the sexual mileage he got out of her, but he had no qualms about her fancying boys her own age.

  ‘I had no intention of driving south without making a few stops,’ he told her. ‘Just don’t expect me to hit the surf.’

  ‘Oh, thank you! It’ll be fun, you’ll see.’ She smiled happily, but then suddenly looked worried again.

  ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked, drenching his pancakes in maple syrup.

  ‘I don’t have a bathing suit.’

  ‘You have your bra and your panties,’ he reminded her. ‘They’ll make for a perfectly acceptable bikini, in my opinion.’

  Devil’s Punchbowl was only a few miles south, and they almost drove right by it. Just in time Minnie caught sight of a narrow dirt path leading off the highway. David made a sharp daredevil turn on to it that delighted his young passenger, and they wound their way down towards the cove. At the bottom, after about a few hundred yards or so, the dirt road opened onto a ridge large enough to accommodate several vehicles and, just beyond it, a narrow stretch of beach led down to the deep blue waters of the Pacific. David was no expert, but the waves did not look overly impressive. The cove was protected by tall rocks and faced due west, directly into the afternoon sun. The young men had not yet arrived.