by BJ Wane
The low rumbling motor of Dax’s Corvette heralded his arrival and turned her palms damp with nervous excitement. The two times she’d been with Master Dax proved she’d have no trouble responding to whatever he had planned, but she’d never been able to read him like she had Kurt, and that could be unnerving on multiple levels.
“Best to think of him as any other Dom,” she told her reflection as she yanked up her shorts. She wouldn’t be doing herself any favors by pondering which direction their relationship might take once he felt he’d finally done his duty by Kurt and finished with her.
“I’ve never seen you in shorts,” Dax commented as Krista held the front door open for him. His height and breadth emphasized her petite stature and always took her breath away, but in a good way. “I like what I see.”
“Funny, that was my first thought about you.” And he looked damned good in white shorts and a plain blue tee with a ‘Doctors Without Borders’ logo stitched on the breast pocket. Her mouth went dry when her gaze wandered down to the black bag clutched in one hand as he shut the door behind him. If there was one thing she had extended knowledge of, it was medical tools, and imagining what he might stick in that bag to torment her with today gave her the willies. Some devices could be erotically stimulating, others deviously torturous.
“A compliment from my new sub, how nice.” His green gaze warmed as he eyed her breasts and the prominent outline of her nipples through the thin tank. “That’s a pretty top.” Gesturing toward her sofa, he suggested in the form of an order, “Why don’t you slip it off and take a seat. This’ll just take a few minutes.”
After pulling off the top she’d just donned, Krista sat down and resisted the urge to cover herself. She hadn’t bared anything Dax hadn’t seen and touched before, but as he opened his bag and pulled out piercing forceps, needles, and a pair of slave rings with one attached ball each, the urge to clamp her hand over her breasts was hard to ignore. The pain from having her nipples first pierced by Master Kurt remained vivid enough to make her cringe with unease.
Holding up a small can with a spray nozzle, those sensuous lips she’d like to feel covering hers again quirked in a small smile as he pushed her legs apart and stepped between them. “Ever use this numbing agent?”
“No, it doesn’t look familiar,” she replied, relieved he’d brought something that would make this easier.
Dax aimed the nozzle and sprayed first one nipple then the other. The cold mist worked fast, numbing her tips so that when he pinched the right one, all she felt was the pressure. His eyes on her face, he nodded his head. “Effective and fast.” Picking up a marker, he pinched her nipple, pulling up a touch then marking the vague imprint of her previous holes. Warmth engulfed Krista’s body from his close, clinical inspection and intense focus on his task. With a quick squeeze of the forceps, the needle slid through much easier than either of them thought.
“You weren’t closed up as tight as you thought. Good.” Attaching the loop, he smiled at her. “That means less time before I can make use of your new jewelry.” He made short work of tending to her left nipple, and even though the numbing spray hid the discomfort, the pressure from his fingers, along with his engrossed attention to the details of his task, worked to increase her arousal at his nearness and touch. Dax wore his professional, doctor’s face, but as he pushed to his feet and she caught his wince when his crotch hit her at eye level, she noted just how affected he was by that small chore.
A rueful grin tugged at his lips when he caught her gaze on the slight bulge from his semi-erection. “With some people, it’s impossible to think in medical terms. Come on, let’s get going. Zach’s not exactly the most patient of my friends and won’t want to be kept waiting.”
“Zach?” she asked as she accepted his help in pulling her top back on.
Tossing his tools back in the bag, he picked it up then clasped her hand with his free hand and tugged her toward the door. “We met over twenty-three years ago at a summer camp for juvenile delinquents. Seven of us grew close that summer, and still are. You’ll meet the others soon, but today it’ll just be us, Zach and his new girl, Sandie.”
Dax’s stark revelation he’d been a wild, out-of-control teen took Krista by surprise. As she settled in his restored ‘Vette and he pulled away from the curb, she turned to him in curiosity. “I can’t picture you doing anything that would lead to being sent to a camp like that. What’d you do?”
An image of Darci’s mischievous face popped into Dax’s head, followed quickly by the one of her lying in a coffin just weeks before they turned fifteen. “Nothing I’m proud of or want to discuss,” he returned in a clipped tone, thinking of the grief and anger that had spurred him into lashing out at his parents in self-destructive, oftentimes illegal ways. The flash of hurt crossing Krista’s face refocused his attention. Reaching over, he squeezed her clenched fist as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Did you have a certain safeword you and Kurt agreed on?” he questioned, hoping to change the subject and the sudden, uncomfortable chasm between them.
“Just the standard: red, yellow and green. He always scoffed at the idea of expecting someone to remember some ‘cutesy’,” she emphasized the word with finger quotations, “word during an intense scene.”
“Well, he had a point there. Okay, we’ll stick with those, not that I expect you’ll need them. Today I’ll keep things on the lighter side, until I’m sure you won’t shut down like you apparently did last week. Since you’ve tried the more intense atmosphere of the clubs without much luck, maybe limiting our audience to just another couple and introducing you to another type of venue will help you relax.”
Krista glanced at him askance. “So does that mean you’ll go easy on me?”
“Not at all,” he let her know without pause.
Dax pulled into the Gold Star Marina parking lot and spotted Zach boarding the yacht with Sandie. They’d waited until late afternoon to get underway to minimize the risk of sunburn, since both women would face exposure. When he pointed out the vessel they planned on spending the evening aboard as he led Krista down the pier, her eyes widened and she lost the pinched look his shortness over his past had prompted. “Zach surprised the hell out of the six of us when he gifted each of us with a deed to the yacht titled under all seven of our names. You’ll like how he outfitted it as an additional surprise.”
Krista leapt aboard with the agility of a gazelle, a wide grin splitting her face as she took in the shiny teak decking and gazed up at the extra, third tier. “Wow, this thing is huge.”
“It’s a mega yacht. You must be Krista. I’m Zach.”
Dax noted the appreciation lighting Zach’s eyes as he held out his hand. With her long hair pulled up in the back to hang down between her shoulders, Krista didn’t require make-up to enhance her attractive features.
“I am, and it’s nice to meet you. I love your boat.”
“Uh oh. Referring to Zach’s yacht as a mere boat will get you spanked.”
Dax raised a brow at Sandie, who walked up and leaned against Zach with an impish grin. “From what I’ve heard, you should know. Sandie, this is Krista. Why don’t you two get acquainted while I join Zach at the helm? And Krista, strip as soon as we clear the harbor.”
She cast him a quick look, a hint of excitement on her face before she followed Sandie up the spiral stairs leading to the top deck without a word. Dax didn’t doubt she’d obey his succinct order. It appeared the different venue and much smaller audience appealed to her, which increased his craving to knock down more of her defenses.
“You too, Sandie,” Zach called out before turning his assessing gaze back on Dax. “You want to try telling me again you’re just fulfilling a promise and doing her a favor?”
Narrowing his eyes on his friend, Dax frowned. He would have to watch himself around the ‘gang of seven’, as they’d labeled themselves those many years ago. There were times they knew each other too well. It would be difficult enough refraining fro
m fucking Krista’s delectable body as he put her through her paces, but he was determined to do so. Walking away when she was ready to move on would be hard enough without having to cope with the memory of the tight clasp of her body pulling another exalted climax from him.
“That’s all I’m doing, and let it go at that, bro.”
Slapping him on the shoulder, all Zach said was, “Got it,” leaving him to wonder just what he meant.
“Wow, he thought of everything,” Krista commented when Sandie pulled out a dangling chain with two attached cuffs positioned along one side of the upper deck. The lounges facing the rear of the boat, with similar restraints on the legs, conjured up an image of herself restrained on one, waiting on Dax’s pleasure as he enjoyed himself with skeet shooting or a game of shuffleboard with his friends.
“Oh, you haven’t seen everything. Follow me.”
Sandie led her to the front where a large hot tub took up a huge amount of space on one side. A fountain, complete with a tall mermaid poised as if bursting skyward out of the ocean sat opposite, with a few more lounges situated in between.
Krista’s lips curved in a rueful smile as she took in the large, pierced breasts and the way the tail wrapped around the mermaid’s perfectly sculpted female anatomy, leaving nothing to the imagination. “What? Having a bunch of real-life, naked women parading around wasn’t enough?”
Sandie returned her grin. “Is it ever?” Checking to see if they’d cleared the harbor, she pulled her top off with a sigh as the sun splashed across her bare breasts. “I love getting naked outside. How about you?”
“It’s been a while,” Krista replied. Slipping off her own tank, she inhaled with enjoyment at the sun’s warmth on her breasts. “My husband and I had a lot of privacy in our back yard.”
Shucking her shorts, Sandie offered belated condolences. “I’m sorry. Zach mentioned you’re a widow. That’s gotta be hard, especially since you must be close to my age.”
“I’ll be thirty soon, and yes, it’s been damn hard.” Not wanting anything to mar the evening, she was honest with the other woman. “But I’m now in a place where I can look forward to moving on, with Master Dax’s help.”
“If he can’t do it, any one of his and Zach’s other friends will be able to. These guys could lure a nun away from her vows with a look.” Tossing her clothes on a lounge, Sandie beckoned Krista over to the rail. “The breeze and spray close to the sides feels good. The beginning of September, and there’s no relief in sight from this humidity. You’d think I’d be used to it, hailing from Alabama.”
After stepping out of her shorts, Krista padded across the smooth deck and leaned on the rail next to Sandie, the mist rising from the smooth glide of the vessel through the water cooling her heated skin and even soothing the minor discomfort of her throbbing nipples. “How’d you end up here, with Zach?” The enigmatic, blue-eyed look the tall, sandy-haired man had drilled Sandie with spoke volumes about their close relationship, and had caused a small twist in Krista’s chest as she recalled the pleasure of being on the receiving end of such a possessive look.
They lost track of time as Sandie related how she’d snuck aboard Zach’s yacht to hide from thugs she’d witnessed committing a murder on her stepfather’s estate. Shaking her head, the harrowing tale served to remind Krista no one was immune to suffering through trying times. She’d been so engrossed in Zach’s two timely rescues, neither of them heard the guys arrive topside until Dax’s deep, appreciative tone set her abdomen to fluttering with butterflies of awareness.
“Now, that’s a nice sight, Zach. I do believe greeting us with their asses pushed out means they’re begging for a touch of pain play first.”
As she whirled about, Krista’s gaze zeroed in on the black leather paddle sporting eight holes clutched in Dax’s hand before whipping up to see he was wearing his strict Dom face despite the lightheartedness of his words. Her nipples peaked around the loops as she clenched her buttocks. She hadn’t experienced the pleasure/pain of a spanking in so long, her pussy gushed with arousal that contradicted the shiver of unease that paddle elicited.
“I…we didn’t hear you.” Her toes curled, making her conscious of the way both men eyed her and Sandie’s nudity with slow appreciation.
“Hey, she’s the one who keeps using the wrong terms for your boat,” Sandie complained on a stuttering laugh as Zach spun her back towards the rail and nudged her to bend over.
“Thanks for throwing me under the boat, I mean, yacht,” Krista amended as she obeyed Dax’s twirling finger gesture and turned her back to him again.
“Down on your elbows, Krista, and feet wider apart. I shouldn’t have to tell you that, just as I shouldn’t have to remind you how to address me.”
The cool reprimand tempted her to turn and gauge the look on his face, but the first smack kept her eyes focused on the swirling blue depths below as she absorbed the tingly ache spreading across her right buttock. Her automatic reply slipped with ease past her lips. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
The next swat covered her left cheek with a touch more emphasis, the dull throbbing encompassing both buttocks spreading down to her pussy. Krista had almost forgotten the humiliation of a bare bottom spanking, and the way the painful heat turned her on. She realized now how much she had missed the daily spankings Master Kurt had heaped upon her, and the pleasure she used to get from addressing him with respect.
The next blistering smack extended over the center of her ass. “I’ll give you a pass this time, girl, but you only get one.” Krista stiffened at the generic term, then recalled telling Dax not to call her ‘little one’ so she wouldn’t read anything behind the fondness she tended to hear with the endearment. He was doing as she asked, so why did calling her by a common term referenced by most Doms rub her the wrong way?
“What’re you thinking?” he demanded along with a soothing stroke of his palm over her burning butt.
“Nothing, Sir, just getting used… ow!” The powerful blow he landed right over the previous one seared her skin and pushed her forward, catching her off guard.
“Don’t lie to me, Krista.”
Krista turned to face him then, shutting out the loud smacks and Sandie’s cries as she took in Master Dax’s stern expression and glittering green gaze. Her buttocks throbbed and burned, yet she yearned for more. If he wanted honesty, she’d give a shortened version, and swore her abbreviated answer had nothing to do with the uncomfortable pang of knowing she’d displeased her Dom, something she’d never felt for anyone except Kurt.
“Girl caught me by surprise. I haven’t heard myself referred as that in a long time.”
Dax knew that wasn’t the entire truth, but after noting the simmering need on Krista’s face, he went easy on her. “Two more swats for not giving me the whole truth.” The holes in the paddle allowed for a faster, smoother swing and enhanced the sharp sting on impact. He enjoyed the swooshing sound it made almost as much as her small whimper and the way her buttocks tightened when she heard it. He swatted each cheek again, then tossed the paddle aside and cupped the lower fullness of her right buttock. After squeezing the hot, malleable flesh, he skimmed down her damp slit with one finger, flicking Zach a rueful glance when her yelp ended on a soft moan.
“Pain and pleasure, such a fucking duo.”
“Always. Where are you headed next?” Zach asked as he helped Sandie up, her ass now as bright red as Krista’s.
Dax clasped Krista’s upper arm when she lost her balance rising, whether from the mix of pleasure/pain they mentioned or the constant motion of the yacht, he couldn’t tell. From the flushed look on her face as she gazed up at him in gratitude, he’d guess she wasn’t sure, either.
“I think my sub needs to cool off in the fountain, unless you have dibs.”
“Nope.” As he swung Sandie up and over his shoulder, her squeal almost drowned out the loud slap Zach delivered to her already tormented butt. “We’re headed downstairs. Enjoy.”
Tugging Kr
ista over to the fountain, Dax flipped a switch along the side, turning on jets inside the basin that swirled the water and pumped cool streams up the mermaid’s outstretched arms and out her fingertips. “Wrists,” he instructed as he unclipped cuffs from his waist.
Her nipples puckered even tighter as she held out her arms, and he recalled how she loved being stripped of all control. He figured there were enough options on the fountain to render her completely helpless. After securing the cuffs and running a finger inside to check the tightness, he startled her by lifting her over the fountain edge.
“It’s cold!” Krista squealed as she danced around the shallow bowl.
Dax resisted the urge to grin, instead ordering, “Sit down. I’m sure your ass will enjoy it.”
The small seat at the mermaid’s tail end put Krista’s head just under the large breasts. Picking up her right arm, he clipped her wrist to the sea creature’s nipple ring then did the same on the left. A bright red flush spread over Krista’s face, even though the breasts he’d bound her to weren’t real.
Krista yanked on her raised arms and almost whacked herself in the face with her bent elbows. Her breath caught then lodged in her throat as Master Dax urged her thighs further apart and restrained them with wide, waterproof straps. She loved the feel of the straps as much as the inability to move her limbs, the restraints stripping her of choice as Master Dax towered over her. The shiver running through her body stemmed more from his intimidating stance and the stamp of dominance on his dark face than the cold water swirling around her legs and under her aching butt. God, she loved that look, and the implication he would take her over.
“Sir?” She trusted him to know what she wanted, because she sure as heck didn’t.
Reaching behind her, he gripped her pulled up hair, forcing her head back with a tug. Her toes curled against the bottom as he leaned down and ravaged her mouth with a carnal kiss meant, she was sure, to reinforce his control. Krista loved the tight pinch against her scalp from his hold and the possessive way he stroked then sucked on her tongue. He flicked a nipple ring, emphasizing the soreness from the new piercing, the moan slipping into his mouth conveying her need. With a sharp nip on her lower lip to add to the other parts of her anatomy pulsating, he pulled back and watched her face as he slid his hand down to cup her gaping labia.
