by Thianna D
“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now go into my bag and pull out the ropes.”
Ropes? She peered at him from between her legs. Even upside down he looked serious. Perhaps his bag didn’t hold work stuff. She slowly stood up and strolled over to his bag, going as slow as she could. When she reached him, she knelt down and opened up his leather shoulder bag.
Whether it was work or not was up to conjecture, she supposed. They did work at a kink faire. And everything within the bag was kinky or could be used that way. Four sets of hemp rope were tied up and she removed them. When she turned to offer them to Kendrick, he waved behind her. “I think those two trees will do just fine.”
And quite suddenly she remembered what he’d said that one day. A frisson of excitement shot down her spine and her pussy clenched with enthusiasm.
“Becca.” Something about the serious tone of his voice made her look him in the eyes. “I know you say you like it rough, but I need to know how rough. Because if I fuck you like I would like? You’ll be sore for days. All of you,” he added. “Once I tie you up, I’ll use you for my pleasure and my pleasure’s going to be long and involved. Alice gave me a little pill to make sure of it. If you don’t think you’re ready for that, tell me. We’ll do something else.”
She shook her head, wanting to feel him at his most wild. And surely that would help him release some of his demons. “Fuck me. Use me. Make me—” Her heartrate ratcheted up and a drop of sweat trickled down her spine as the words poured out of her mouth. “Make me your slut.” That four letter word fell from her lips and she felt an incredible freedom in it. She was Kendrick’s slut—his to enjoy in any way he liked. And she liked that in ways she had never understood before. To give up all control and let him use her as he needed made her feel strong and powerful in that moment. He was about to turn her world upside down and she could hardly wait.
His eyes darkened. “Go stand between those trees, girl.” She rushed to comply.
Chapter Sixteen
She was beautiful and so wonderfully willing. Kendrick stood up and removed his clothes. He wanted both of them nude for what he had planned. He approached her and desire curled in his stomach as he saw the look of utter longing on her face as she stared at him. He’d used that magic little pill Alice gave him two other times when he needed to stay hard for a long period, so he knew what to expect. And he was hard as a rock. Time to take the edge off and let her know this would not be a quick ride.
“On your knees, slut.”
She dropped so fast, he had to blink. Eager. Good. “Open your mouth.” He slid the head of his cock between her wet full lips and moaned as he slid into pure heaven. Becca was good at giving head. And she’d had plenty of opportunity over the last couple weeks to ramp up her skills. He slid his fingers into her curls and held the sides of her head and thrust into her throat. He let his head fall back and moaned as she swallowed convulsively around him. “That’s it, girl,” he grunted as he pulled part of the way out and thrust back in. “Try and make me come.”
And she tried. Her little mouth sucked and her tongue moved like crazy, but he was hard for the duration, so while there was enough precum, it would be a couple hours before he came. And he planned on fucking every part of her before then. Kendrick pulled out. “Stand.” She stood up, the ropes still in her hands. He took one of the strands. “Drop the other three and put your arms out.”
Rope work was always fun as he worked at making sure it would support the sub in the way needed for whatever he was about to do. In this instance, he supported her arms so that when he lifted her ass up, the weight would be on the ropes and not her. But he still made it tight enough she wouldn’t be able to move. One arm was tied at a ninety-degree angle to one tree and the other arm at the same angle to the tree on her other side.
Her legs he again wrapped so that most of the weight would be on the ropes. He tied the ropes to the trees on each side but above the arm ropes so that he could lift her legs up but they were kept stretched apart. Once she was bound, he slowly walked around the trees, taking her in. What a beauty. The deep red ropes showed nicely against her skin and the desire in her eyes made him need her.
He strode quickly back to the bag, picked it up and brought it back, dropping it beside him. After donning a condom, he walked up to her, wrapped his hand around her hips and lifted. She squeaked and moved as if trying to help. But she couldn’t. Her eyes widened and he smirked as he placed her pussy right at the tip of his cock and lowered her even as he thrust up.
Glorious. Her pussy spasmed around him and he held her tight as he fucked up into her. Over and over, he buried himself within her tight wet heat. Her grunts and groans with each thrust made him ram into her harder, using her body for his pleasure. Kendrick went at it like a machine, losing track of space and time as he continued to thrust into her, everything narrowing down to him and her pussy.
When his arms began to ache, he pulled out and lowered her hips. She would have fallen if the upper ropes didn‘t hold her strong. Glassy eyes watched him and a little bit of drool left the side of her mouth. Beautiful. “Good slut,” he grunted and she whimpered softly.
From the bag, he retrieved two nipple clamps. Her tits were already erect so he squeezed them a little and affixed the clamps. Whimpering moans left her throat, but her eyes were still filled with desire. From his bag, he pulled out his single tail. Her eyes focused on it and her breathing picked up.
He stepped back and took three practice runs at thin air. The snap was delicious and he had the length down perfect. Kendrick turned back to her and stared down her beautiful body. He knew where he was going and after taking a moment to calm his breathing, he paused, took aim, and let the whip fly. With a crack, it hit her clit and she squealed. Another crack and it hit her mound. Another crack and it once again hit her clit.
Her mouth was open, her panting loud and long, but his beautiful slut hadn’t said a word. Damn he loved that. He loved her. Slowly he walked around her and focused on her lovely back and ass. Time for a few stripes. Crack after crack filled the air as bright red welts, about an inch long, covered her derriere.
Her body twitched at each fall and as more welts popped up, little cries left her lips.
He was so fucking hard. Kendrick didn’t care that it was the drug that was partially responsible. Part of it was her. Becca was perfect for him. And he needed to be inside her, to finally bury himself in the hole he hadn’t taken yet.
He tossed the whip to the side and leaned his chest against her back. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured into her ear. “All tied up and covered with my marks. Exquisite, Rebecca. Absolutely gorgeous.” Kendrick stepped back and slid his fingers down to her ass cheeks. He stretched them apart and took in the plug that she was wearing. He grabbed the end and pulled. Her body gave the smallest amounts of resistance and then it popped out. It ended up by the whip.
He placed his cock at her ass and lifted her hips. One thrust and he was inside. A long low moan left his lips even as a wail left hers. “Becca?” he said, keeping his body under control. If it was too much he would pull out.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped. “Use your slut, Sir.”
A growl of pure satisfaction filled him and he did. He pulled her hips up slightly and fucked her. His hips moved so fast it sounded like a fucking machine gun as each slap of skin upon skin filled the air. Each smack ricocheted through the trees. Her ass clamped around him several times, but he kept going. Whenever she would squeeze too tight, he pulled her hips up and back a little more, setting her off balance so that she squeaked, released, and he could keep fucking her.
Pound. Pound. Pound. His hips smacked against her glowing pink ass over and over, the walls of her heat grabbing him every time he went in as though they wanted to keep him there. Time and space completely ceased to exist as he continued to plunge into her tight, hot hole. It was bliss, pure and utter bliss, and he never wanted to stop.
His orgasm came on so fast he wasn’t
prepared for it. One moment he was attacking her ass and the next, he lost touch with reality for a second as pleasure so extreme it hurt exploded within him. “Becca!” he shouted and held onto her as he came into the condom, his entire body wracked with spasms.
He had no idea how much time went by before he had the sense to put her legs down and pull out. Sweat covered his precious sub from head to foot and her welts stood out perfectly. After removing the condom and placing it by the plug and whip, he worked quickly and released Becca from the ropes. She dropped into his arms and he carried her back to the blanket. Her body began to shake and he wrapped the two of them up, covering her body partially with his to give her as much of his heat as possible. “I’ve got you,” he murmured into her ear. “I’ve got you, Becca.”
She whimpered softly into his neck and curled closer. A whisper left her lips but he didn’t hear what she said. Figuring she needed silence and his care, he held her close and didn’t speak.
As the shock of the orgasm receded and he slid back into his regular mindset, he smiled to himself. The ache was gone from his chest and shoulders and very little of the headache remained. Looked like Alice was right again. A good hard fuck was infinitely better than a fight.
“Thank you, little one,” he murmured. “Thank you.”
A happy little sigh left Becca’s lips and he sank into the wonderful calm silence of the day and slept.
Chapter Seventeen
Sore was right, Becca thought as she walked down the Faire’s main walkway. Kendrick had been rough with her and she’d loved every second of it. Every move she’d made for four days reminded her of the welts on her buttocks, her sore ass, and her aching pussy, not to mention her slightly sore throat. But she wasn’t about to complain because each discomfort reminded her of that amazing afternoon and she hoped he’d be willing to be just as rough in the future. That had been wonderful.
Besides, he’d come out of it without that cloud over his head. He still worried about Craig and was sad about Jilly’s death, but it was obvious that their afternoon had done him a lot of good. It had her too. Most of her soreness had gone and she missed it. Kendrick had fucked her each night since, but it wasn’t the same. She loved it whenever he touched her, but that afternoon had been magical as far as she was concerned.
A low whistle caught her attention and it was such an odd sound that she turned in the direction of the man who did it. Everyone was so busy getting ready for the Faire that watching an almost naked body walk by barely raised a look, let alone a whistle. The man watching her was one she didn’t know and his leer made her uncomfortable.
Given that she was part of the Faire, she knew she should be used to it, but the fact was that all the Doms seemed to figure since she was Kendrick’s property, she was not only hands off, she was also eyes off. This guy hadn’t gotten the memo. She turned away from him and continued along. Almost all the shops were up and the new whipping post was in. It was more secure than the original and she kind of hoped Kendrick would be willing to whip her once the Faire opened. The thought of taking his stripes while others watched was a major turn on.
“Nice assets,” the man said loudly and her fingers twitched.
Kendrick liked her to show her body off so most of her daily outfits consisted of microskirts that showed off her pussy and tight camisoles that showed her tits.
Becca wasn’t sure why the guy was bothering her. Guys liked to watch at BDSM clubs all the time and once the Faire opened, there would be tons of people watching her, especially with the outfits Kendrick had ordered for her. She was excited to see them as he wouldn’t let her know what they looked like.
“Not very respectful,” he said from right behind her and a hand wrapped around her upper arm.
Becca swung around, shocked. Nobody man-handled her there. They were lifestylers and understood the concept of a collar. “Hey,” she said, completely thrown.
He cocked both eyebrows and she took a good look at him. Just taller than she was, he had short gray hair, squinty blue eyes, and smoke breath. Unable to stop herself, she coughed. “Definitely not respectful,” he said with a frown. “Maybe this will help.” His other hand moved so fast, she didn’t expect it until it came in contact with her ass.
Becca cried out, mostly from shock. The spank itself hadn’t been painful. “Take your hands off me. I’m taken.”
He snorted. “Right. Let’s try that again.” He pulled his hand back and she screamed as she saw he had a crop in it.
“Drop that and release her before I hang you from the whipping post and turn you into a eunuch.” Kendrick’s voice was so filled with fury, it should have scared her, but all she felt was relief.
The idiot holding her turned in Kendrick’s direction and she got a look at her Dom. Kendrick strode toward them looking like an avenger. His eyes flashed and his mouth was set in a grim line. “Are you hard of hearing? Let my girl go now.”
He released her and she stumbled backward. In the next moment, Kendrick was between her and the idiot Dom. “Who the fuck are you?” Kendrick barked.
“Garrett Coreu,” he said, lifting his head as though to try and reach Kendrick’s height, which was impossible since he was a good half a head shorter. “And who are you?”
“Kendrick Finleigh. I own this place and this girl. She’s wearing my collar, so I don’t see any reason why you should have grabbed her.”
“She was being disrespectful.”
“How?”
“She ignored me.”
Kendrick snorted. “Currently I can’t blame her. I would ignore you too if it weren’t the fact you’ve insulted me. Now who the fuck are you and why are you here?”
Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted Alec walking toward them. He was walking slowly as if he was just going for a stroll, but his eyes were on Kendrick and Garrett.
“I’m here to run my shop,” Garrett said succinctly. “I sell chastity belts.”
Becca grimaced. She hoped Kendrick never wanted to put her in one of those.
“How long have you been in the BDSM lifestyle?”
“Five years.”
“Then wherever you learned didn’t teach you the basics,” Kendrick said coldly. “First, you never touch or talk to another Dom’s property without his permission. You talked to, touched, and spanked my girl. That’s three huge offenses in my book.”
“Oh give it a rest. She’s just a sub.”
It was like suddenly they had an audience. Alec stepped up next to Kendrick. “Just a sub?” Alec said. “If it weren’t for subs giving up control, we Doms would be a sorry lot. Trying to control one another and never getting anywhere.”
Becca had to stand up on her tiptoes to look between Kendrick and Alec’s shoulders. Garrett sneered. “They’re a dime a dozen. I refuse to treat them as any better than they are. Any sub must kneel at my feet.”
“Your sub,” Kendrick said sharply. “If a sub agrees to serve you then that is fine. But you have no right to demand any sub does that, let alone an owned one. Becca is mine. She serves me. If you ever talk to her or touch her again, I’m kicking your ass off the island whether or not there’s a boat on the dock. Got it?”
Garrett’s nostrils flared, but he nodded. “Got it. Now if you’ll excuse me, my shop is completely inadequate for my needs and I need to speak to the idiot who did it.”
Alec grinned. “That would be Alice. Hold on. I’ll call her.”
Becca bit her lower lip. Alice would tear the guy down to size in no time. If she could control Kendrick, Neil, and Craig, Garrett would be no trouble at all.
“You have a sub in charge of the stalls?” Garrett sniffed. “No wonder they’re wrong.”
Kendrick turned his back on him and looked directly into her eyes. “Are you okay?”
Becca nodded. “Yes. It was a shock more than anything. I wasn’t expecting it here.”
He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. “As you shouldn’t. If he tries anything again, I’ll ha
nd him over to Alec for a little CBT.”
She giggled, imagining how that would go over. Alec looked over his shoulder and grinned. “You might want to see this,” he said and they both looked up as Alice marched up to them, her green eyes flashing.
“There’s a problem?” she asked.
“Yes,” Garrett said. “The placement of my stall is inadequate. I want a view of the water.”
“Oh,” Alice said, not bothering to hide her disdain. “A view of the water. I see. Does that come with the exclusive VIP package nobody told me about?”
“It’s the exclusive idiot package,” Alec said with a grunt.
Alice grinned at him before turning back to Garrett. “Take it or leave it. We’ve had to get this place going on a very short time frame. All of the shops have openings to the fairway so that you get walk by traffic. If we turned your stall to face the ocean, nobody would ever buy your wares.”
Garrett looked her up and down. “I don’t like your attitude. Who’s your Dom?”
Kendrick winced while Alec grimaced and took a step back. And one moment later, Becca knew why. Alice went cold, her voice dripping pure ice. “I’m a Domme, you judgmental prick. My husband is my sub. I’m one of the owners of this place. Kendrick is another owner. You have, on your first day managed to insult half of the owners of the Faire. If Craig were here, I can assure you he’d be dragging your ass back to your boat right now. Shall I call on the fourth owner to give his input?” Each word was crisp and clear and felt like bullets from a gun. “Now are you here to be a part of the Faire and sell your goods or do you want to get back on your boat and sail away? Because I’m not sure if I want you to stay.”
“Oh,” Becca gasped when she saw another person approaching them. “Kendrick. It’s Craig.” Kendrick looked up and Alice swung around. She ran forward and practically attacked Craig. He caught her and held on for a few seconds before he put an arm around her and they walked up.
