by A. C. Melody
“This is the island’s kink shop,” Sir Louis stated, his tone dripping with the obvious. “And for those dominants who aren’t already aware, this is also where you can place special orders for anything we might not carry on site.”
“Like what?” One of the Domme’s laughed.
Tessa might have found just as much humor in that as the rest of their group, had she not been there when Felix asked Remy about a special order that morning. One slow survey around the surplus of sex had her quite nervous to find out just what her Master had found lacking in the inventory. The calm study he gave her didn't quite hide his amusement. She just wasn’t sure if it was over the Domme’s snark or the worry in her eyes. Either way, he seemed content to leave her stewing.
Their group was able to reach the rear lawns again by a path that led from the back entrance of the kink shop to a set of cement stairs. Tessa spied more buildings tucked into the land and wondered just how many amenities the island could possibly provide. Didn’t the owner realize there was nothing higher than a five-star rating?
Back on the rear lawns near the shaded veranda, Sir Louis asked all of the subs to turn away from the resort and look straight ahead. What greeted them was an expanse of gardens dotted with kinky topiary and naked statues. Hedges that brought English mazes to mind blocked most of their view.
“The direct path leads to your final destination for this evening’s activity,” Louis informed them. “Be good little riding hoods and don’t stray from it. The gardens are easy to get lost in after nightfall. Do we have a good grasp on where all the different locations are?”
Tessa glanced at Felix, unsure if she was supposed to answer or not. It seemed she wasn’t the only one, as all the other dominants answered for their subs in random turns. Louis sighed and shook his head.
“Fine, good, we’ll see you all back here at dusk.” He dismissed them with a wave of his hand.
Felix didn’t hesitate to tug on Tessa’s leash. “Back to proper protocols, little fox,” he ordered and she bowed her head. “Good girl. Now, another trip to the store. I saw a few things we need.”
Tessa chewed on her tongue, until they were well out of earshot from the others. “Master?”
“Hmm?”
“The kink shop seems to have everything,” she began. “But didn’t you ask that man, Remy, about a special order this morning?”
He laughed. “Yes, Tessa. It’s a surprise.”
She chewed on her tongue for another heartbeat.
“A good surprise, or—?” she chanced, having no love for her last surprise. Stupid beetle.
“Little fox,” he chided. “You’ll find out when it arrives, which won’t be until tomorrow. If memory serves, you’re supposed to be memorizing your tour for the activity tonight.”
Tessa frowned. “Master, I thought the tour was over.”
“We’re going to walk back through it again, so you have a better chance at remembering your way after dark.”
“Thank you, Master.” She smiled, feeling better despite her burning curiosity.
Back in the suite, Felix unhooked her leash and stripped her bare, before ordering her to kneel just inside the sitting room. Her eyes traced the muted patterns in the soft rug visible between her parted thighs as she listened to him remove his new purchases from their packages and set them out on the bed. He spent some time at the desk, then settled into his armchair. Tessa wasn’t sure if he was watching her, or merely lost in his own thoughts. She went back through both of her tours in her mind, keeping the map vivid, lest she forget something important. His presence was distracting, though, keeping her alert to it. And when he rose to approach the side of the bed, she forgot about the tours altogether. Anticipation and curiosity reawakened as she listened to him dig through the drawer of the nightstand. It sharpened to a point when he entered the playroom.
“Crawl to me, pet,” he ordered.
She was more excited than nervous to learn what her Master had up his sleeve. When she found him standing beside the spanking bench, that interest turned salacious, despite her tender butt cheeks. His fingers combed through her hair and tugged, a silent command to lift her face to his. He peered down at her, watching the way his fingers traced the contours of her mouth, before his thumb sank between her lips to pry her jaw apart.
“Wider,” he instructed, revealing a glass butt plug in his other hand.
Tessa’s system blazed with desire as she obeyed, opening her mouth further to accommodate the plug. The cold was shocking. Which, she realized, was why he wanted it in her mouth first. Felix almost appeared entranced, as he caressed her lips pursed around the stem of the plug. He grazed her cheek with his thumb, then beckoned for her to stand.
“Climb up here, little fox.” He patted the leather padding on the bench.
It was a much more elaborate sawhorse style than she was used to seeing, having individual ledges for each of her limbs that could be adjusted independently to suit a dominant’s desires. The head sloped toward the floor to keep her ass higher than the rest of her body, and every single piece was equipped with straps and buckles. If Tessa hadn’t already learned about the resort’s dry run, she would’ve sworn the contraption had been designed just for Felix, since he really enjoyed bondage.
He held onto her as she got settled, then set about buckling all the straps to hold her in place; starting with a wide, leather brace around her midsection that forced her waist down and ass up even more. Once he finished strapping her in, he took a moment to stare at all of her exposed, sensual parts spread open for his pleasure. It was nothing new. Nothing she hadn’t experienced before. Doms liked to look. Yet, a shivering thrill raced through her, because Felix wasn’t like any of her previous Doms. When he looked, that predatory edge of his became palpable and she felt anything but ‘averagely pretty.’ Not from her physical bits, but the confidence she had in her own submission. That’s where she felt beautiful and desirable, and it was the result of that which Felix was admiring.
He laid his hands on her ass cheeks, their heat soaking all the way into her muscles while allowing her to feel the lingering raw edges of the marks from his paddle. Tessa grunted and inhaled through her nose when his hands started massaging. The slow caress of his thumbs almost tickled, while the soft squeeze of his palms left her craving. But, Master was in no hurry. He made her skin burn, ache and feel good all at the same time. Felix trailed his fingers down to her birthmark to smooth circles over it, and her skin felt different there. Undamaged.
He let her entire body relax into his gentle kneading before brushing his thumbs up the inside of her ass cheeks, where the skin was more sensitive. Tessa practically purred when he touched her rosette. Her body flexed against the bindings holding her down, wanting to move into the tantalizing sensation.
“I’m going to claim this ass tonight, little fox,” he reminded her. “But we have to get it ready for Master’s cock, first. Is your toy ready?”
She moved her tongue along the glass plug, and although it still felt a little cooler than the inside of her mouth, it was no longer freezing. “Mm-hmm.”
“Good girl.”
Felix stalked down the side of her to retrieve the plug from her mouth, his hand smoothing along the curve of her spine as he went. He always kept contact with her when she was strapped down and she had to wonder if he was mindful of it, or if it was a subconscious habit.
“Open, but do not suck,” he instructed.
He pulled the glass from her mouth, letting her saliva trail out with it and doing nothing to prevent it from running down her chin. Tessa wasn’t too bothered. She was already revved for what was coming next. The closer Felix got to her ass again, the hotter her desire burned. For a brief moment, he broke all contact. She had no idea what he was doing, until his lubricated fingers slicked over the entrance of her ass. He’d been getting the plug ready for use.
An appreciative hum sounded from his chest as he sank a finger into her. With slow, deliberate strokes,
he prompted her muscles to relax so he could add another. Tessa's breaths were quick and shallow, her body desperate to push against the delectable invasion. There was no stopping her moan when he added a third, forcing her to stretch just right.
“Mmm, little fox, this night cannot come fast enough,” he rasped out, and removed his fingers so he could work the slippery plug into place. Despite her arousal, Tessa’s body tried to fight against the intrusion. “Relax a little more, pet. This is nothing compared to your Master’s cock.”
She was quite aware of that, and happy he was inserting the plug first.
“Which is why you’ll be wearing this for the rest of the evening,” he added.
Tessa moaned again from the way the glass stretched and filled her. The pressure sent pulses of pleasure to build deep in her core. When it breached the first tight ring of muscle, she mewled in need, a pulsing pleasure building in her clit.
“No coming, Tessa,” Felix warned, his tone firm.
Her only response was a whimper, his denial unsurprising. The hand Felix had been resting on her butt cheek started massaging again as he slid the plug back and forth, turning it and pushing deeper. Tessa’s fingers and toes curled, her feet kicking with what little slack there was to help fight against the increasing pressure driving her right toward the edge.
“Be still,” he ordered, swatting her butt.
The sting of it yanked her back to safer territory. It wasn’t quite as bad as getting slapped on a sunburn, but there was a similar ‘raw’ feeling to it. Having to focus on remaining still helped keep her away from the edge, but Tessa's moans increased. She had no other outlet for the pleasure. The moment Felix pushed the plug all the way in, the pressure centered and thrummed with the kiss of hot ecstasy just beyond her reach. A pleading moan poured from her chest, and Felix’s fingertips curled harder into the meat of her ass.
“Fuck, little fox. You are so sensitive,” he expelled with hungry awe.
Tessa couldn’t deny it. Her body clenched and released around the butt plug, desperate for more movement, more friction. Greedy for that singular sensation that would catapult her pleasure to the next level. And the fullness kept her right at the peak, taunting her with agonizing need.
“Master, please?” she begged, unable to stop herself.
“No, Tessa. You will stay exactly where you are until you can move without coming.”
He left her, but she heard him settle on the side of the bed. Tessa’s muscles flexed and contracted, but she was at last able to force them to relax. Felix’s decree had more to do with it than her own willpower. The ingrained need to please him, to be a good girl, was a lot stronger than her desire to come. With slow, deep breaths, her body gradually calmed. Her lust cooling to a mild simmer she could manage with ease. The only sensations that remained were the fullness and the tease of the gem now decorating the entrance of her ass. After another few minutes ticked by, Felix rose and returned to her. He kneaded her lower back in a way that felt a bit more clinical than tender, as if testing the tensity of her muscles. Satisfied with their relaxed state, he unbuckled the straps holding her down. He fingered the gem, then wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her back into the hard wall of his body.
Tessa’s breath caught and released on another quiet moan when his hands slid right up to cover her breasts as she slid to her feet. Gravity added weight to the glass plug, increasing the pleasure he brought to her nipples. It didn’t last, which was both a blessing and a curse. Felix led her to the side of the bed and sank down on the edge again, situating her between his thighs. He seduced her mouth with the hottest kiss yet, his lips close to bruising with their intent to devour every inch of hers. His tongue swept over them, demanding, plunging right between them with all the confidence of a man who knew exactly what was his to take. He gripped her arms and forced them to fold behind her back.
“Grab your braid in both hands, little fox,” he ordered.
Tessa leaned her head back far enough to accomplish it, staring up at the ceiling with surprise that he was allowing her to look somewhere other than at him. When his hot breath assaulted her protruding breasts, she realized why, and a devious shiver coursed through her. Felix held her hips and feasted on her nipples with the same attention he’d just given her mouth; a little hungry, somewhat savoring and altogether proprietary.
She never tried to stop the mewling gasps of pleasure from escaping, or her body from rocking toward him with every harsh tug of his lips or teeth. She was in that place of yielding, giving her Master whatever he wanted without resistance. His hand abandoned her hip and grabbed something off the mattress, only then did his mouth leave her breasts. Tessa was still panting up at the ceiling, when she felt the tickle of a cool metal chain against her ribs. Her eyes widened and she tensed all over again. The pleasurable waves she’d been riding plunged into the potent knowledge of what was to come. The cold metal clamp brushed over the sides of her nipple, igniting shivers, before squeezing beyond the point of discomfort and into a kind of pain that burned both hot and cold. There was no stopping the tears from forming or spilling over. Her hands clenched her braid as she screwed her mouth tight against a whimper.
The next one wasn’t any easier, but at least the chain draped weightlessly between her breasts this time, rather than being pulled tight into her chest. It was hell for her, because in all honesty she wasn’t into pain that much, so felt these small bites a lot stronger than a true masochist. Yet, she couldn’t deny how much she loved them deep down. How much she craved and dreaded them in a vicious, never-ending circle.
Once the clamps were in place, Felix smoothed his hands over her arms with a silent command for her to release her braid. He cupped her face, brushing his thumb over her tears, as if they were expected. Natural. There was no escaping his dark, hungry eyes when their gazes met. It appeared she might be getting a taste of her earlier wish; a little more of his beast peering up at her, before he reined it back. The next thing he grabbed off the bed was a black dress, which he scrunched up to hold in front of her.
“Arms first, my pet,” he prompted.
Tessa lifted her hands so he could feed the sleeves over her arms, then ducked her head into the opening. He was careful not to snag the material on the nipple clamps as he slid the dress down her body.
“Turn.”
She did, glancing down at herself to see what the dress looked like. The black leather of the skirt was buttery soft, wrapping around her hips and thighs to just below her ass cheeks. The bodice and sleeves were also black, but completely sheer, exposing her breasts and clamps. Leather straps formed a single X over her stomach, stopping just under her breasts, as if they needed help getting noticed. Felix tugged and tightened the material all the way up her spine, lacing it closed. Once he was done, he pulled the band loose from her braid and used his fingers to comb the plaits free.
Tessa was turned to face him again, and Felix patted his knee. “Give me your foot.”
She had to hike her skirt up to accomplish it, exposing her naked pussy to him. His smug, naughty smirk revealed how much he’d already foreseen that predicament—along with the groan she couldn’t stop when it shifted the glass plug. She watched him strap a leather cuff around her ankle, then he gestured for her next foot.
“The heels I picked out for this dress won’t do you any good for tonight’s activity, so you’ll remain barefoot.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Hands,” he ordered. His own wrapped around her ankle when she tried to remove her foot from his knee. “I’ll let you know when I’m done looking at my pussy. Now, give me your hands.”
Pure lust shot up her center like a bolt of lightning, and she found it impossible to look away from the hungry stare he gave her sex.
“Put them behind your back,” he instructed, once he’d wrapped her wrists in matching cuffs.
Tessa cradled her arms behind her back and watched his eyes roam between her clamped nipples and exposed pussy. He lick
ed the pad of his thumb and ran it over her folds with a deliberate tease while she struggled to remain still. Her body trembled and the clamps tightened on her aroused nipples. With a satisfied hum, Felix removed her foot at last and straightened her skirt, leaving her teetering between longing and relief.
“One last thing, my pet. Turn and lift your hair.”
She perked up when she saw their favorite collar in his grasp. He unlocked the thin metal one and removed it, setting it aside. Tessa’s lips parted on a silent breath, the silk embracing her neck in its place, the warm leather fitting around her throat like a glove. When Felix clicked the lock shut, every fine hair on her body electrified, standing on end. His fingers seared over the side of it, cuffing the front of her throat and kneading with gentle aggression.
“Mmm, so much better,” he purred.
Tessa couldn’t agree more. Felix turned her around to face him and grabbed a handful of her leather-clad ass, still fondling the collar.
“Before we go, I should warn you that your Master has quite the competitive streak, little fox.” He smiled. “So, there might be an extra treat in it for you tonight, should you win.”
“Is it another surprise, Master?” she was hesitant in asking, even as she felt her own competitive spirit rise.
“It is.” He grinned with more devilment, slipping his hand under the hem of her skirt to play with the gem in her ass. Erotic jolts shimmered through her, heightening the sense of fullness. “One that I think my pet will enjoy even more than what her Master already has planned.”
Chapter Seven
Scavenger
Tessa was absolutely amped. On top of the charge Felix had given her with his bonus incentive, there was a noticeable excitement filling the air as all the dominants and submissives gathered exactly where she’d been hoping they would; on the rear lawns. Everyone was in attendance this time, admiring the jungle-themed décor. Vines crisscrossed over them, camouflaging strands of fairy lights. Statues, torches and potted ferns gave the open space layers and depth.
