Bound and Saved (Miami Masters Book 1)

by BJ Wane

  “Sandie, and the way she likes to push my buttons. Need some help?”

  “Yeah, grab the second tray, would you? There are some hungry people up there. Your girl itching for attention already?”

  Zach liked hearing Sandie referred to as his girl. “Yeah, she’s a gluttonous little thing. But this is her first time with public play, so I’m trying to exert a little, ‘I know best’, control. What’s she been doing?”

  “Walking around, not shying away from watching, but also not visiting with the girls not engaged. Might be a good thing if she did if she’s that much of a newbie.”

  Damn, Zach swore. He’d bet she was remaining aloof from everyone as a way to keep them safe from her problems. He wanted today to be fun for her, to take her mind off her stepfather and what may or may not happen this week in freeing her from his threats.

  “Try a soft, but firm approach,” Jackson suggested, handing a tray to him with a glint in his eyes.

  “She’s not one of your strays.” The vet often compared treating a new or shy sub with the way he’d coax a stray into trusting him. Jackson had a soft heart, but didn’t hesitate to use a firm voice and hand when needed, either with a recalcitrant animal or woman.

  “No, but snapping a leash on her might not be a bad idea. She still wants to bolt, doesn’t she?”

  “She says she won’t, but I’m not testing her honesty regarding that subject. Sandie has an admirable, but annoying aversion to putting anyone in danger, or what she perceives as a possibility of jeopardizing someone else’s welfare. What do you have planned for your sub today?”

  Following him up the stairs, Jackson replied, “Haven’t decided yet. Want to double scene? I’m sure Mandy will be game for just about anything. I’ve topped her several times at the club.”

  “Let me do a little warming up with Sandie, and I’ll let you know. Thanks, bro.”

  Chapter 14

  Sandie leaned against the rail, her eyes refusing to obey her command to stay focused on watching Dax skeet shooting. But, as if they had a will of their own, they kept shifting away from the doctor’s broad back to the lounge where Sean had bound a woman on her stomach, knees bent toward her lower back, ankles attached to wrists. He’d placed her chest near the top of the chaise so her head hung over the end, the pose so erotic and subjugated she couldn’t wrap her mind around it. The days she’d spent alone on the boat with Zachary, she had pictured it teeming with others aboard, engaging in various sex acts, but she’d never come up with a pose like that. Using a small, bamboo spanker, Sean applied sharp taps between her splayed legs, drawing small whimpers from the blonde. She had to give the woman credit for being so quiet. The way her puffy folds turned pink then deep crimson from the swats, the pain level had to be increasing.

  Troy and Trevor were playing shuffleboard with their guests, acting as if the scene on the lounge were no big deal with only an occasional glance toward the couple. Sandie had been enjoying observing Miles with his girl in the fountain, trying out all the different ways he could place her with the attachments on the sexy mermaid. When Jackson went below for food, Mandy had joined her, introducing herself and making small talk until Sandie worried she would give too much away about herself and made her excuses to wander to this end of the boat.

  She couldn’t say she was entirely comfortable around these people yet, or with the public sex, but her body had jumped right on board with the goings on. Her buttocks clenched when Sean snapped the flexible wood spanker across the woman’s already reddened cheeks, small, sharp taps that drew louder cries from his guest. From the sheen of moisture seeping from her spread pussy lips, it was obvious she was as on board with the pain-induced pleasure as Sandie had been.

  A gruff command from Dax drew her interest back to him in time to see the woman glued to his side who wore nothing but a thong bathing suit bottom sink to her knees between him and the rail. Lowering the skeet rifle, he clutched the rail over her head, cocooning her in as she released his impressive erection. His penis was as large as the rest of him, but she had no problem opening her mouth for his deep-throated thrust. Sandie stared, mesmerized by the taut set to his handsome face and the way his gaze never wavered from his date’s face. When the doctor took control and clasped her head, holding her still as he used her mouth for his pleasure, heat built between her own legs, her nipples tightening right along with the redhead’s.

  “See something you like, baby?”

  Startled by Zachary’s gruff voice, Sandie swung around. Warmth that had nothing to do with the late afternoon sun covered her face. “They’re not shy, are they?” she quipped to cover her embarrassment.

  One side of his mouth tilted up, drawing her eyes to his firm lips. “No, they’re not, and neither am I. Come help me set this food out.”

  Glad for the diversion, she followed him and Jackson to the covered grill area, passing Sean, who winked as she went by. “She doesn’t look very comfortable,” Sandie said, drawing chuckles from both Zachary and Jackson.

  “Comfort isn’t a requirement for a bondage scene.” Jackson smiled down at her. “She’s in no danger of being harmed, if that makes you feel better.”

  “Actually, it does, thanks.” She helped them set out the chips and dips, a tray of cheese and crackers and another one with fruit and a creamy fruit dip. “Where’s the meat we picked up to grill?” she asked when she didn’t see the chicken breasts and steaks she and Zachary bought at the meat market on their way to the marina.

  “We’ll grill later. This is just to tide everyone over.” A wide grin split Zachary’s tanned face as he looked over and saw Miles approaching with his flushed, damp guest. “Did you at least let poor Vicki climax before you abandoned your play for food?”

  Miles’ dark eyes lit with humor. “She’s not complaining, are you?”

  “No, sir, but thanks Zach. Everything does look good.” Comfortable with her nudity, Vicki reached for a chip and scooped it through the queso dip.

  Still clad in her top and shorts, Sandie and Mandy, who had sidled up to Jackson, were the only women fully clothed. An odd sensation of feeling left out spread through Sandie, adding to her bemusement. Shifting her gaze away from Vicki’s still pert nipples, her eyes widened when they landed on Sean just as he released his pierced cock. She’d never seen anything like the small gold ring looped through his slit and under the rim of his mushroom cap.

  “It’s called a Prince Albert.”

  “What?” Jerking her head up to Zachary, she flushed under his amused look.

  “Sean’s cock piercing. When placed in that particular spot, is called a Prince Albert, don’t ask me why. He says women love it when he adds a certain ball attachment they can feel through a condom. Want me to arrange for him to join us so you can see for yourself if that’s true? Never mind, you don’t have to answer that right now.”

  Sandie mentally shook her head as she helped set out the snacks. She couldn’t tell if Zachary’s suggestion for a ménage had been in jest, but the instant flare of heat between her legs hinted at her body’s willingness to try yet another new experience. The ease with which these couples paraded around in various stages of undress, with open enjoyment of public sex written all over their faces, both titillated and confused her. It would help her state of mind if she could figure out once and for all if it was just Zachary responsible for her responses to his kinky lifestyle, or if her tenuous circumstances played the major role in her quick, uncharacteristic acceptance of everything he’d subjected her to.

  “You’re thinking too hard.” Zachary bent his head and nipped the soft, sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck, the little prick of pain making her jump then wonder if something on her face hinted at her inner turmoil.

  “I’m fine,” she assured him, unable to come up with a better reply.

  “You will be.” Settling in a chair at the table, he pulled her onto his lap then whipped her top over her head before she could grasp his intentions. Warm air and multiple pairs o
f eyes caressed her nakedness as her breasts bounced free, but before she could protest or cover herself, he reached around her and shoved a bite-sized quiche in her gaping mouth. “Those are Jackson’s specialty, the only thing other than home-made dog treats he bakes.”

  “Hey, I also smoke a mean brisket. Pretty tits,” Jackson replied all in one breath, the compliment tossed in and phrased as an afterthought.

  “I concur on both.” Miles took a seat across the table from them, pulling Vicki on his lap, his black as sin eyes drawing a shiver of awareness down Sandie’s spine when they rested with warm approval on her breasts before shifting to the food. “But since you didn’t see fit to bring the meat, I guess I’ll have to settle for this sissy food.” He fed one to his guest before plopping another in his mouth.

  Before Sandie finished swallowing the egg and cheese mini soufflé, the others had gathered around the food-laden table, the women situated on the men’s laps and all topless once Jackson stripped Mandy of her top. Funny, she mused as she leaned back against Zachary’s wide chest, the uncomfortable self-consciousness she experienced a few minutes ago had all but disappeared already. Apparently, just like misery loves company, so does exhibitionism. She’d barely had time to come to terms with admitting she enjoyed voyeurism, and now she had to contend with the startling realization she got off on exhibitionism as well. And when the two were combined, like now? Her soaking crotch could answer that question. Where had this slutty side been hiding all these years?

  Dipping a pita chip in the humus dip, she noticed Sean kept a tight hand wrapped around his date’s wrists as he fed her himself, and she doubted she would enjoy Zachary exerting that much control over her. The other woman didn’t protest, but the flash of irritation in her eyes implied she wasn’t happy. Sandie marveled over the way the guys conversed about sports and work while paying absent-minded attention to the women, who remained as quiet as she until Zachary took that moment to join the other men in cupping the breasts available to him. Her sharp inhale came as a full-body flush spread throughout her, not of mortification but excitement.

  Troy scooped a strawberry through the creamy fruit dip then rubbed the covered fruit over his sub’s nipple. As he bent his head to lick it off, Zachary pressed against her nipples with his thumbs, the pressure against the sensitive tips causing her to jerk and moan. Small sighs, low groans and one high-pitched squeal that drew chuckles from the men echoed around the table. Unable to gather her wits, Sandie leaned her head back against his shoulder, slamming her eyes shut to better concentrate on enjoying the building sensations in her nipples.

  “Ever experienced the three p’s?” Zachary whispered in her ear as he switched from pressing to pulling.

  “I… I’m not sure. What’s the… oh!” The tight pinch on her stretched nipples was her answer, the flash of pain eased just a touch when he returned to pressing against the abused nubs.

  “Open your eyes, Sandie. I need to watch you. Say red if it gets too much for you.”

  Sandie wasn’t sure what he meant then sucked in a breath as the pressure turned uncomfortable. Squirming on his lap, she gripped his forearms and looked up at the canopied top, but refrained from saying anything. Using thumb and forefinger, he pulled up on her nipples again, holding a little tighter, pulling a touch harder. Air escaped on a whoosh when he let go only to be sucked right back in as he began the torture all over again. Press, pull, pinch, the alternating torment zipping in an arrow of lightening heat to her core as pleasure grew along with the gradual increase in pain. She forgot about the others, heard nothing except her labored pants, and didn’t see anything except the cover. Sensation centered on her nipples as he continued, the outline of his erection growing under her butt, his own breathing becoming shortened.

  “Zachary,” she whimpered when the need became too much.

  “Jackson, since you have a few minutes, would you mind removing my sub’s shorts?”

  Her entire body went taut at Zachary’s casual words, both the reference to her as a sub and his instructions to the other man. Rasping her sore nipples with his thumbs, he tightened his arms against her in silent warning when she squirmed in unease.

  “Be still.”

  His low-voiced command along with the bracket of his thick arms kept her in place, but as Jackson crouched before their chair with a wicked gleam in his dark blue eyes, she squeezed her eyes closed, as if she could shut out the embarrassment. Cutting off her sight didn’t hide the feel of Jackson’s hands tugging her shorts and panties off, or block the caress of warm breath wafting over her exposed flesh as fingers grazed her swollen folds, and God help her, she didn’t care they weren’t Zachary’s.

  This time when she shifted her pelvis, it was an involuntary lift up, an acceptance of the other man’s touch and silent entreaty for more. Yet, Zachary remained the only man she craved, the only one on the tip of her tongue. “Please, Zachary.”

  Zach breathed a sigh of relief when Mandy returned from the restroom and Jackson rose from his stooped position between Sandie’s spread legs. He hadn’t decided whether to introduce her to the pleasures of a ménage yet. Every time he thought of sharing her, his body tightened in a grip of uncharacteristic possessiveness. Another new experience for him as he’d never had a problem inviting a third person into a scene.

  He’d been watching for the telltale signs of acceptance since he bared her breasts in front of the others. When her eyes glazed over, freezing the hovering tears, Zach knew Sandie’s mind had become ensnared with the pleasure-inducing pain. Not wanting to curtail the impact play on her breasts just yet, he’d shoved aside his misgivings and enlisted Jackson’s help. Feeling generous after her exuberant response to her first public play, he let her lapse in addressing him as ‘Sir’ slide. There would be time, he hoped, to continue tutoring her in the lifestyle, and certain protocols he would eventually insist on, and those he wouldn’t.

  But right now, the damp sheen coating her slit drew him like a beacon, and he needed to move her along. Both Dax and Trevor had already slipped below to the playroom, the others except Jackson and Mandy, dispersing around the deck, he presumed from the sounds reaching back to him.

  “We’re headed down,” he told Jackson, nudging Sandie up while keeping a hold of one arm in anticipation of her wobbly state. “Thank Jackson for removing your clothes, Sandie.” He held his breath, waiting to see of she’d obey that order.

  She paused to hurl a swift, startled look up at him before leaning into his embrace while battling with a convulsive swallow. “Um, thank you… for your help.”

  “Good girl,” he murmured in approval then guided her toward the stairwell.

  “We’ll stay up here,” Jackson called out, his humor-laced tone indicating Zach hadn’t done a good job hiding his urgency.

  Trevor already had his sub strapped on the fucking bench he’d been so enamored with last week, so Zach drew Sandie over to the one next to it. Keeping hold of her hand, he grabbed the handle and unfolded the padded bench then tugged on her arm to get her attention off the other couple and back on him. The snap of Dax’s leather flogger against the redhead’s ass snared her gaze toward the center pole the doctor had his sub bound on before she finally looked up at him.

  “What are we going to do?” Arousal backed eagerness coated her voice and those wide, expressive green eyes shone with excitement. A tightness gripped his chest at seeing that familiar look, the same one she wore almost non-stop during their few days alone together, the one he didn’t realize he loved.

  “I’m going to strap you down, torment your delectable ass next then fuck you senseless.”

  “Okay.”

  Shaking his head, he guided her over the bench, made short work of stooping down and strapping her ankles wide apart then coasted his palms up her smooth calves, kneaded her soft thighs then cupped the undercurve of her buttocks. Leaning in, he nipped one, plump cheek, her startled squeak drawing chuckles from both Trevor and Dax.

  “Does she taste a
s good as she looks?” Trevor glanced over and asked, his fingers moving non-stop inside the brunette’s pussy. Zach thought the sub’s name was Diane, but his brain was centered on the lush ass in front of his face, so he couldn’t be sure.

  Running his tongue up through Sandie’s creamy slit, he moaned in exaggerated appreciation. “Mmm, yes.” Pushing upright, he caressed up her back then drew both arms down the sides of the bench to attach cuffs to her wrists. “One more, baby, and I’ll have you right where I want you.”

  “Don’t you already?”

  Her breathy question floated back to him as he pulled a wide strap across her lower back, securing her hips down. He saw her muscles contract with the automatic attempt to shift under the restraint, followed by a swift release of additional juices. God, she was perfect. “I’m closer anyway.” He’d let her decide how to take his reply.

  Sandie welcomed the crack of his hand against her butt, the delicious, instant burn, the heat that spread like a wildfire to her core. Between being bared in front of an audience for the first time and seeing others engaged in kinky scenes, her arousal had skyrocketed to an undeniable height, leaving her waiting with bated breath for the exalted spiral into pleasure.

  “I love to feel your skin warming under my hand, Sandie. That’s why I didn’t take the time to choose an implement.”

  She loved the openness with which he talked to her as much as the rapid peppering of hard smacks covering her entire backside. Pulsating heat blossomed over her skin, her buttocks swelling with the escalating pain. Sandie tried moving her hips again, unsure whether she wanted to embrace the torment or shy away from it. But it didn’t matter as the inability to budge kept her in place, leaving her with no choice but to take what he dished out. Her sore nipples pressed against the leather bench, the pressure re-igniting the discomfort from his tight pinches and pulls and egged on her growing lust. She fought the urge to beg for as long as possible, but when he delivered a volley of swats over the tender skin of her sit-spots, her pussy convulsed in dire need of being filled, taken.