by BJ Wane
“Very good, Sandie,” he said, stepping into her view. “You keep up this kind of cooperation, I may not regret your interference on this trip as much as I thought. Put your hands above you and don’t move them.”
“I think you’re already over your annoyance with me.” She did as he instructed, raising her hands to clutch the top of the semi-propped head of the padded lounge, watching him out of wary eyes.
Those eyes widened when he set the items down and grasped her right ankle. Setting her foot on the deck, he wrapped a lined cuff around her ankle then did the same with the left, leaving her legs spread. Zach took a moment to embarrass her with a blatant, close inspection of her gaping labia and the enticing pink swath he’d displayed along with a peek at her puckered back entrance.
Reaching down, he tugged on a light brown curl covering her pubis. “If I’d invited you to submit to me, either in private or at one of my parties, I’d insist you get rid of these curls.”
She blushed, which he found surprising since nothing had seemed to embarrass her thus far. “So, why aren’t you insisting I shave… there now?”
Cocking his head, he regarded her with a cool look before answering. “It should be obvious. I didn’t invite you here, and we’re parting company in two days. Since it’s doubtful we’ll meet up again, I figure you won’t want such a distracting, physical reminder of me.” Opening the vibrators, he asked, “Ever use a bullet?”
“No, but I’ve heard of them. Why… oh.” She ended on a gasp as he answered her unfinished question with a slow push of the small, round anal toy inside her butt.
“Deep breath, Sandie, it’s not going in far.” To prove it, as soon as the bullet disappeared inside her rectum, he pulled back and lifted the attached, slightly bigger one. “As wet as you already are, this one will go in a lot smoother.”
Battling both escalating excitement and mortification from his close inspection of her most private parts and blunt talk, Sandie tried to calm her rapid heartbeat. She ignored the pang caused by his casual reference to their eventual parting of ways and admitted she wanted this, wanted him and any new, pleasurable experiences he was willing to give her. “It’s the outdoor exposure I never knew could be so pleasurable,” she told him, refusing to admit his wide, muscled chest and intense, blue-eyed gaze accounted for the majority of her heightened arousal. He didn’t need any more power over her.
“That so? Never ran around naked outside, huh? You’re more lacking than I thought. Too bad we only have these few days to show you what you’ve been missing.” Pulling out of her slick heat, he opened the clamps next. Straddling the lounge, he laid the metal clips attached by a connecting chain on her quivering stomach then palmed her breasts. “You have the prettiest breasts.”
Zachary’s compliment warmed Sandie as much as his hands, but she still winced when he gripped her nipples between thumbs and forefingers and pinched them into even tighter pinpoints. The slight sting zipped straight down to her sheath, adding another spate of dampness to what she felt dripping already.
“Another deep breath.”
His warning followed with a painful pinch on each tender bud as he snapped the wicked looking clamps around them at the same time. “Shit!” she gasped as the fiery torture enveloped her whole breast before transforming into a dull throb.
“Here, let’s get your mind on something else until you get used to them.” Reaching between her legs, Zachary flipped on the vibrators, setting up low pulses inside her vagina and rectum that brought nerve endings in both orifices to life.
“Oh,” she breathed, shifting her hips in an automatic response to the slow build-up of pleasure and enjoying the way he diverted her attention from the nipple pain.
“Not yet.” A sharp slap on her thigh punctuated his command right before he moved off the lounge and picked up another object that had her eyes going wide and alarm forcing her to tighten her grip on the bar above her.
“Just what do you think you’re going to do with that?” She could only imagine the sting the wicked looking, rawhide strip could produce.
“Well, unless or until you tell me no, I’m going to tease and torment your delectable body. You want to call it quits?” he asked again.
Sandie narrowed her eyes at the taunt, refusing to let him sway her now he’d finally agreed to give her what she’d been pushing for since first discovering herself stranded with him on this boat for a few days.
“I’ll let you know when you’ve gone too far, or I’m not having fun,” she assured him, thankful for his confirmation that all she had to do was say so, and he’d back off. “But, aren’t you going to restrain my hands?”
“Not this time. I thought you might need the extra assurance of maintaining some control.”
His thoughtfulness warmed her, even if he’d given it with grudging consideration. But as he raised his arm, the warmth cooled and her bravado weakened. Slamming her eyes shut, she sucked in a deep breath and braced for the impact of that small instrument.
Chapter 6
Expecting pain, Sandie’s eyes flew open when the slow glide of soft, supple leather teased her throbbing nipples, the braided strip a soothing caress against the ache from the clamps. She shivered as Zachary trailed the instrument under the fleshy mounds then over her abdomen. Tingles of pleasure blossomed in its wake, aided by the pulses in her sheath and butt that were just enough to arouse, not enough to get her off.
“See, not so bad, is it?”
He kept his eyes on the leather strip and the path he was taking, but she knew he remained attuned to her responses. “No, at least not yet.”
His low chuckle brought out her own smile. “Don’t trust me?”
“Not in the least.”
“Smart girl.”
Zachary continued to run the braid down one leg then up the other, tickling the insides of her thighs on his way to her gaping pussy. She held her breath when he lifted his hand high enough to glide the knotted end up through her slit, the slow stroke glancing off her clitoris and drawing a full-body shudder from her. She could feel her thick cream oozing around the bulbous vibrator and sticking to her thighs then saw it glistening on the end of the mini-whip when he held it up with a wicked gleam in those all-too-knowing eyes.
“Let’s see if you continue to become this aroused if I up the ante.”
This time, Sandie didn’t close her eyes when he lifted his arm, instead, sucked in a deep breath before he snapped the leather across the fleshy fullness of both breasts. The quick burn bled into just as quick pleasure, sending her blood on a hot torrential rush through her veins. He didn’t pause, just flicked his wrist again, and again, his face intent as he covered her jiggling breasts with faint, red lines before moving down to her stomach. Her abdominals tightened then relaxed with each stroke as he built up heat over the quivering muscles. Fire licked across her skin when the strikes became harsher, the warm outdoor exposure adding to the heat enveloping her entire body despite the awning lending them shade.
“Zachary, please,” Sandie whispered when he used his free hand to up the bullet vibrations, the instant surge of pleasure nearly skyrocketing her off the lounge. She’d never indulged in anal play, and now wondered why. Unbelievable pleasure rippled up and down that untried orifice with each pulse, and every time she shifted her hips, she could feel both vibrators rolling against sensitive tissues with just a thin membrane separating them. Her inability to close her legs against the bombardment of arousing pulsations both frustrated her and inched the excitement level up another notch.
Zach looked up, his eyes traveling over her pink-striped body laid out before him, before gazing into her eyes. He suspected the flicker of unease he caught came from fearing he might see more than she was comfortable with. Oh, well. “Please what? Are you too hot? I have just the thing. Leave your hands,” he ordered when she started to lower them. Her scowl brought out his smile. She still struggled with not being the one to call the shots even if she did enjoy his control.
When he reached into the cooler and she saw the ice-cube in his hand, he knew just how to halt the instant denial that crossed her face. “It’s going to melt, so if you’re ending this, do so fast.”
“No… just, okay, go ahead,” she stuttered, unsure of what she wanted to say. The only thing Sandie knew for certain was she’d never been so aroused or in such dire straits for an orgasm.
The first touch of frigid cold on her tortured nipples emitted a squeal from her dry throat that resonated across the water, but that was nothing compared to the searing, painful rush of blood returning to her nub when he released the clamp. “Oh. My. God!” Ignoring his command, she dropped her right hand to cover her breast and pressed against the pain right before she became aware of the small contractions heralding a climax. “Oh, my God,” she repeated, this time with an awed sigh as she succumbed to the sweeping tidal wave of pleasure. With her senses spiraling out of control, she barely registered the ice on her other nipple followed by the same painful removal of the clamp. Both hands now covered her breasts, shoving aside Zachary’s hand to circle her palms over the aching tips as her hips gyrated of their own accord to the strong contractions responsible for the flash of lights behind her closed eyes.
Marveling at her response, Zach grabbed more ice and ran it over the red stripes crisscrossing her waist then on down to her spread, straining thighs. Next time he’d have to remember to restrain her hips, he mused as he slid a cube between the puffy folds of her vagina and over her protruding clit. Another loud, startled squeal echoed on the air, his cock jerking against his zipper in response. As he let her ride out the rest of her orgasm without interference, he released his dick then grabbed the can of whipped cream from the cooler.
Sandie opened her glazed eyes just in time to watch him squeeze the pump and coat his erection in the cool, whipped topping. Straddling her torso, he prodded her lips with his cream covered cock head. “Open.”
It was Zach’s turn to close his eyes as he gripped the back of the lounge next to the return of her tight-knuckled hold and those soft lips wrapped around his aching flesh. She held nothing back, sucking and licking at his smooth crown until she’d cleared it of the cream. With a slow push, he slid more of his length inside the warm, wet recess of her mouth, drawing in a deep breath with the soft stroke of her tongue over and around his cock.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” he breathed, the need to watch her ministrations forcing his eyes back open. Her short, unruly hair dampened on the ends as she strained to work her mouth up and down his shaft without using her hands. He pumped a few times, then had to stop because the motion tightened her lips and mouth around him, the sensation heightening his arousal too much, too fast.
Hollowing her cheeks, she pulled up with a strong, suctioning draw, nearly undoing him with the sudden sharp nip of her teeth on one bulging vein. “Son of a bitch!” he swore, releasing the lounge and gripping her head. “Whoever taught you that little trick, remind me to thank them someday. Go easy now, baby, or you’ll end this before I get inside you.”
Loving that she could come so close to shredding his control, Sandie licked the rest of the sweet whipped topping from his cock, taking her time to check every inch of his rigid, hot flesh and taking extra care under the cap, that small area sure to drive him up another notch. When he jerked in her mouth, swore again and unleashed a spurt of pre-come, she knew she’d hit the right spot.
“Enough.” Pulling out, he scrambled down to the foot of the lounge, released her feet, then grasped her hips and flipped her over as if she weighed nothing.
Sandie’s breath released on a whoosh as she found herself in a prone position and her vagina and rectum emptied of the pleasure-inducing toys without warning. The quick, uplifting jerk of her hips brought her up on her elbows. She’d just inhaled a return breath when he impaled her with his sheathed cock with one thrust. More than ready for his rough possession again, she greeted each plunge with a push of her hips and low moan of pleasure. Latching onto her hips, he held her still as he went deep, hard and fast, pounding into her without pause, the forceful slapping together of their groins sounding animalistic to her ears.
Zachary’s low grunts mingled in the open air with her mewling cries as he drove her to the pinnacle within moments then toppled her over the edge with a sharp slap on her right buttock. Pleasure whipped through her body with as much momentum as his pummeling cock, leaving her shaken and shuddering in its aftermath by the time she came down from the incredible high. Collapsing on the lounge with his withdrawal, she struggled to catch her breath and pull her brain out of its lust-induced fog.
Sounds other than her gasping pants finally reached her ears; Zachary zipping up his shorts, his breathing as heavy as her own; an airplane soaring somewhere far above them and the currents splashing against the hull with the slow rocking of the boat. Turning over, she regarded her tormentor and temporary lover with satisfaction dancing a jig through her veins.
“Wow, again, I might add.”
He flicked her a sharp look then picked up the toys he’d just manipulated her body with. Tossing them on her stomach, he said, “It’s your job to clean up. I’m headed down to take a shower.”
Nonplussed, she asked, “Mind if I raid the kitchen? For some reason, I’m starving.”
He’d started to turn away, but spun back around, pushed her on her side and swatted her butt several times so fast, she didn’t have time to do anything except clench her buttocks against the volley of painful swats. Stopping as quickly as he’d begun, he stepped back and left her cheeks burning.
“Galley, not kitchen. And leave your clothes off. I like knowing I can look upon your naked body whenever I want.”
On that succinct reminder and new command, he walked off without a backward glance, the new gleam in his eyes leaving her giddy with pleasure. Sandie suspected he used his insistence on her using the correct nautical terms to spank her, and she loved the fun spontaneity of those times. She hadn’t itched to smile so much in so long, she’d forgotten how good it felt.
Gathering up the toys, she thought about his order to remain naked. Out here, alone in the middle of the ocean, the very idea of parading around nude held some appeal. She couldn’t imagine being so bold, or even in this situation of submitting to his demands and enjoying it before now, but with limited time to experience everything she’d apparently been missing out on, she wouldn’t balk at his order. Whatever she did to deserve this brief interlude from the constant fear of murderous thugs finding her, she was more than grateful. The key to getting the most out of her days with her reluctant host was to not look beyond today, leaving the bleak days waiting for her when they returned to Miami to worry about later.
Zach took the helm when Sandie went below. His palm tingled from connecting with her soft butt again, something he continued to crave doing. He couldn’t recall another woman he couldn’t forget as soon as he pulled out of her body and walked away. If that made him come across as a callous son-of-a-bitch, he didn’t care, but figured he deserved brownie points for honesty. He hadn’t worked out why this woman got to him on several levels, not all of them good, but he would, and when that happened, he was confident she’d end up among the rest of his fond memories, and he’d move on without looking back or having regrets.
His eyes strayed to the sketchpad she’d left lying on the lounge, and he wondered anew about what she drew. Staving off the urge to flip through the pad before she came up, he forced his eyes back on the sky. The clouds were rolling closer, the glass sheet falling from the dark grey cast a sign of the rain headed their way. The impending storm didn’t bother him, it wasn’t forecasted to be of any danger, and he looked forward to a slight cooling off of the temperature. Coming up with some way to pass the hours while he anchored the yacht to ride it out proved to be a bigger concern. He’d fucked Sandie too hard earlier to think about taking her again, and since that was the extent of his interest in the woman, she’d have to entertain herself this eve
ning. Reading the current thriller he’d started or playing a marathon of solitaire would suit him fine.
Sandie’s return snagged his gaze off his present course and onto her enticing, naked form. His cock shifted with an instant surge of blood to his groin, as if he hadn’t just gotten his rocks off an hour earlier. Usually, he preferred taller women who fit against his six-foot-two height better than her short stature, but admitted there had been some benefit in the easy way he could maneuver her smaller body into a position he desired with a simple flip. She lay back against the raised head of the lounge, bent her legs and propped her pad against them. Eyes glued to the page, her hand flew over the paper, and he again wondered what she’d found interesting enough to want to memorialize on paper.
With her back to him, he could no longer see anything except the top of her head, back of her neck, legs and arms. With her soft, pretty breasts, malleable buttocks and curl-covered labia kept from his view, he was able to look away and think of other things, like the afternoon cruise he planned to introduce the guys to the yacht’s set-up as their new ‘club.’ Dax, Sean and Miles often frequented the sex clubs in Miami which appealed to the hard-core Dom in them, but he hoped they would prefer switching to the yacht most of the time. Zachary was the most content when he spent time with his six friends. Troy, Trevor and Jackson enjoyed the trappings of BDSM sexual practices, but, like him, weren’t insistent on some of the stricter protocol that went with it for some.
Glancing down at Sandie again, he wondered how she’d respond with his friends and the women they invited to join them aboard, then questioned why the hell he was thinking of her in terms of beyond these few days. He didn’t care for the way thoughts of his stowaway were intruding where they weren’t welcome. He’d scratched the itch she’d been responsible for, so there was no reason she should take up any more of his thoughts or his time. It had been a mistake ordering her to leave off dressing, he now realized. The dictate had slipped out without thought, a natural command to someone who’d caught his attention and relished what he had to offer. But since the miles of ocean surrounding them prevented Zach from walking away when he finished with her, he needed to cut off whatever this was brewing between them. She had no place in his life, and he certainly had no use for a woman with so much baggage and numerous secrets. He didn’t even know her last name, and the fact that didn’t bother him only reinforced the necessity to delegate her back to irritating intruder status.
