by BJ Wane
Shifting her eyes from the intent probing of his gaze, she scanned the deck and the people gathered at the far end. “I remember seeing them with you at the funeral,” she said, nodding toward the men gathered around the rail, two lifting skeet shooting rifles and firing at the clay discs released by a third man. “The blond and the man next to him with the goatee have to be related.”
“Troy and Trevor Carlson.” Clipping the cuffs together in front of her, Dax clasped her elbow and steered her that way. “Troy’s the detective who asked me to check out The Dungeon after hearing about a case of abuse. Trevor’s with the D.A. office in Pensacola.” Nodding to the tallest man, who’d just annihilated a disc with his perfect aim, he said, “That’s Jackson. He likes animals more than people but we tolerate him anyway.”
Krista heard the fondness in his voice and could tell by the look on his face how close he was to these men. “Are they couples?” she asked as she smiled at the four women seated around a table under the cover of the outdoor kitchen. She recalled seeing one of them at Chains in the past.
“For the day only. Zach is still the only one attached.”
Dax led her first to the black-eyed man leaning against the rail watching the other three. His thick biceps bulged from the tight cross of his arms, emphasizing the skull and crossbones tattoo on the right. The long scar marring one cheek didn’t detract from his dark, sinfully handsome face, but added to the bad boy image some women went for. She wasn’t immune to his interested, slow perusal, or the way those obsidian eyes paused to caress the obvious prominence of her nipples through the lacy webbing of her red camisole. His intense regard sent a delicate, pleasurable shiver down her spine.
“Miles, this is my guest, Krista. Who’re you hooked up with today?” The motor of the large yacht purred to life with Dax’s introduction, and the slow glide out of the marina slot had Krista leaning against him, bracing against the sudden movement.
“Krista.” Miles nodded toward the women. “Vicki hasn’t tired of me yet.”
Not sure who stood on protocol, Krista played it safe with her response. “It’s nice to meet you, Sir.”
“Polite. I like that.”
Dax squeezed her arm in approval before asking Miles, “Where’s Sean?”
“Down with Zach and Sandie. He’s solo again today.”
“That works with my plans.”
“Lucky him.” With a wink and crooked tilt to one side of his mouth that softened his hard face, Miles pushed away from the rail and strode toward his guest without another word.
Master Dax’s hint about including Sean in a scene added to the simmering heat pooling between Krista’s legs. She wasn’t opposed to another ménage as long as he planned to fuck her, and prayed he wouldn’t keep her waiting long to submit to his full possession. She’d loved servicing his cock again and seeing the pleasure she brought him as she’d sucked him to climax, but there was nothing headier than feeling a Master’s proprietary claim through deep surges of his body inside hers.
Krista doubted she’d remember all the names by the time Dax had introduced her to everyone on this deck, and she breathed a sigh of relief when Sandie and Zach appeared topside. The yacht still moved at a steady, bobbing pace, stirring up a breeze against the heat of the late afternoon sun, but that did little to cool her flushed body when Dax bent and nipped the tender curve between her shoulder and neck. Perched on his lap, she couldn’t miss the jerk of his cock against her butt, or the longing that small movement stirred up.
“Krista, it’s good to see you again,” Zach greeted her as he took a seat at the table next to them. Only Troy and the attractive redhead he was undressing remained with them in the center kitchen area as Zach hauled Sandie over his lap and flipped up her short skirt. “Excuse me a minute while I remind Sandie of the consequences of not addressing my friends properly.”
With just a thong string bisecting her buttocks, Sandie’s bare ass received the full brunt of Zach’s hand, the loud smack eliciting a squeal from his victim before she turned a wicked grin up to him and wiggled her hips. “Hey! Sean isn’t my Master.”
Narrowing his eyes, Zach swatted her again and Krista winced at the vivid red imprint it left behind. “Quiet,” he snapped, peppering Sandie’s buttocks with a rapid volley of smacks that worked to keep Krista’s new friend quiet.
Dax diverted her attention from the other couple when he pulled her top over her head then dug out two glass orbs from his shorts pocket. Holding one up by the three-link chain attached to it, he asked, “Did Master Kurt ever put weights on you?”
She worked to swallow past the lump in her throat caused by remembered discomfort that always ended in a burst of pleasure. “Yes, but it’s been a long time.”
Green eyes gauged her reaction as he clipped one on her left nipple ring, the three-ounce weight pulling her tender bud downward. “Too much?”
The echo of slapping flesh fell into the background under his scrutiny and soft-voiced concern. “No, it’s fine.”
“Color.”
“Green, Sir. I’m good.” It’d been ages since she’d been under such strict direction, but she fell back into the rhythm of responding obediently without pause.
After attaching the other weight, he didn’t give her time to adjust before tugging her over his lap. His hand pressed on her lower back and pinned her wiggling hips in place, his deep voice washing over her as he announced with a hint of humor, “Now I have a need to feel Krista’s pretty ass warming under my hand. Must be something contagious going around.”
“Oops, I’ve caught it too.”
Krista peeked over at Troy in time to see him haul his submissive’s naked body over his thighs and lift his hand. Pain blossomed across her own butt from Dax’s hand before he palmed the burn, the weights pulling on her dangling breasts adding to the distress he heaped upon her. Gripping his hair-roughened calves, she braced for the next blow, jerking and moaning when it landed on her right sit-spot.
“Those were warm-ups. Ten ought to satisfy me. Count, Krista.”
She could no longer hear Sandie’s cries and assumed her torment was over, but Krista’s had just begun. Dax’s slap blended with Troy’s, but her voice was alone with her whispered, “One.” Crap! Her temporary Master didn’t need an implement to deliver a butt load of pain.
“Two,” she gasped with the next crack, her cheeks now throbbing along with her nipples, the build-up of warmth seeping down between her legs. He raised his thigh before delivering the next smack, elevating her hips and threatening her balance.
“Problem?” Dax asked as he spanked her again and her voice wobbled on the count.
“N-no, Sir.”
“Good.”
By the time the tenth blow stung her swollen backside, her pussy had dampened and begun to throb in tune to her abused flesh. The deck spun as he flipped her upright and her naked, sore butt connected with his prickly haired, rock-hard thighs. Her breasts swayed with the pull of the weights, her tips burning from the downward pull. He made everything feel better when he swooped down and kissed her, his lips soft and soothing as she sagged against him. He released her mouth too soon, but she didn’t complain because he removed the weights and her tortured nipples bounced back up, now pulsing right along with the rest of her.
“Since it’s been awhile, it’s best not to leave them on too long. Behave yourself while I try my hand at skeet shooting, then you can join me in a game of shuffleboard.”
Dax stood and plopped her on the seat then joined Zach and Troy at the rail, needing the time to get himself under control if he was going to make it through the next few hours without fucking Krista. His hand still tingled from swatting her ass, but it was the obvious damp response coating her pussy lips that continued to stir his own reaction to having her over his lap. There was an intimacy to delivering an old-fashioned, over-the-knee spanking to a grown woman, which was why he hadn’t obliged himself of that pleasure during the hours Kurt had shared his wife with him. But
watching the pleasure on Zach’s face as he’d peppered Sandie’s buttocks and the almost instant glaze of arousal she couldn’t hide in her eyes had proven too much. He just hoped caving to that temptation didn’t lead to giving in later to the constant urge to fuck Krista again. He intended to turn her loose and walk away one day soon and needed to keep his wits about him, and that included keeping his cock under control. Fucking her mouth was hard enough to forget, delving into the snug furnace of her pussy again would be impossible.
“Is the widow the one you rescued at the new club?” Troy asked as Dax loaded his rifle.
“One and the same. Have you heard any more about the asshole we were looking for?” Lifting the gun, he spoke to Zach when he said, “Pull,” then frowned when he clipped the disc and sent it spiraling into the water.
“No, so maybe he’s moved on.” The detective shattered the next disc, proving his expert marksmanship.
“Let’s hope. I’d hate for Miles to come across him if he’s dumb enough to try such a stunt again,” Zach commented as he released the next target.
Miles tended to go overboard when it came to protecting a woman or child. At least it took a lot to push him to that point. Talk switched to how soon they could get everyone together for an overnight cruise, but Dax refrained from committing. Giving Krista what she needed to immerse herself back in the lifestyle without fucking her was difficult enough during these shorter sessions of just a few hours; overnight would be impossible.
“C’mon, Dax,” Zach sighed in exasperation at his evasion. “Can’t you remain off call for a whole weekend before cooler weather hits or hurricane season is upon us?”
Without looking at either one of them, he replied, “I’ll see what I can do. I just got back and am still swamped with cases I need to keep a close eye on.”
“Well, unless a big case comes in or rolls across Trevor’s desk, we can be there with a little advanced notice.” Troy switched with Zach, giving him a turn at shooting.
“I’ll run it by the others.” With a sardonic curl to his mouth, Zach told Dax, “See if you can aim better this go around than you can lie to us.”
This was one of those times when having his close friends know him so well was more of a pain in the ass than a blessing. “I don’t lie,” Dax lied before pulling the trigger and fragmenting the clay saucer with his perfect aim. Spotting Sean arriving top deck, he set down the rifle and two-finger saluted them. “I have a sub I need to see to. Holler when you need help with the grilling.”
Striding toward Sean, he eyed Krista where she still sat at the table conversing with Sandie and Troy’s date, noting her relaxed body despite her nakedness. Maybe she would be ready to return to Chains sooner than he thought. Without him.
“Since I just got up here, that scowl can’t be because of me,” Sean greeted him before shifting his grey eyes to the women. “Just as pretty as I remember. Nice breasts.”
Ignoring the shrink’s first comment, Dax smoothed out the irritation caused by thinking of Krista moving on without him that must have shown on his face. “Glad you think so. Want to help me with a scene after we eat?”
“Love to. What’d you have in mind?”
Dax told him and got his approval before suggesting getting Krista used to Sean first as he watched Sandie join Zach and Troy lead the redhead to a lounge. “Zach doesn’t look like he’s ready to start cooking yet. Join us in a game of shuffleboard. It’ll be good for you.” Sean didn’t cut loose with games, only sex.
“Why is it,” Sean asked as he followed Dax over to the table, “that whenever I mention something is good for you, you ignore me?”
Dax barked out a laugh. “Because your suggestions always come after a mind probe and are meant as therapy, not fun.”
“Doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be good for you.”
Ignoring him, Dax clasped Krista’s elbow as she stood at their approach. Her pouty nipples puckered when neither of them hid their appreciation of her soft breasts. He’d allowed her to continue wearing the ‘barely there’ thong, more to preserve his sanity than her modesty, and the tiny scrap in front did little to conceal the shape of her folds or hide the telltale sign of dampness.
“Krista, this is Master Sean. He couldn’t get a date for the evening, so he’ll be keeping us company.” Her lips quirked even though she flicked Dax a questioning glance before extending her hand to Sean. Dax ignored both her silent inquiry and his friend’s rude snort.
“We can always toss him overboard,” Sean suggested, squeezing her fingers.
“I like how you think, Master Sean.” Turning those bright blue eyes back up to Dax, she teased, “It looked like you had a little trouble with your aim a few minutes ago, Master Dax.”
“Really? Think you can do better?” Dax rose to the challenge he suspected she was tossing out to get back at him in some way.
“No, I know I can. Sir.”
Laughing, Sean said, “This I have to see, then I’ll join you in one game of shuffleboard.”
Krista surprised the hell out of Dax when she held and loaded the rifle with ease then destroyed three discs in rapid fire succession, her aim dead on each time. She was relaxed, standing at the rail in between the two of them, her skin warm from the sun wherever he touched her. Sean noticed the lingering pinkness across her buttocks but she was too intent on proving herself to catch the light of appreciation in his look. She’d always been a bit on the shy side at work, and Dax had never pegged her as the competitive sort. It served as a reminder of how little they really knew about each other.
“Okay, you’ve proven your point. You’re good, better than me. Where’d you learn to shoot?” he asked as they turned from the rail toward the shuffleboard court. A shadow clouded her eyes, but she cleared it with a small smile.
“Master Kurt. He used to take me to the firing range, mainly so I’d be able to defend myself in case of a break-in.”
“Can’t be too careful with those you care about,” Sean told her, but his eyes included Dax.
Ignoring Sean and the softening of Krista’s face when she mentioned Kurt, Dax steered her toward the fifty-two-foot long shuffleboard court. Zach told them he’d chosen to add this sport for the fun of eyeing the sway of naked breasts as women bent slightly to shove forward on the long-handled cue sticks. He saw Zach’s point as Krista pushed a disc down the board then crowed in delight and flipped him an impish, triumphant grin when it stopped on a nine-point square.
“Smart aleck.” He went next and taunted her by sending his disc past hers to land in the top ten-point box. As the game progressed, with Sean lagging behind, Dax enjoyed his first look at Krista’s relaxed, playful side. She appeared comfortable prancing around the deck wearing nothing but the skimpy, white satin thong. Her breasts swayed with each forward thrust of the long cue, her soft buttocks, still bearing a slightly pink blush, clenched with each shifting move. From Sean’s caressing, admiring glances, Dax could tell he, too, liked what he saw.
When it became clear she was as adept at shuffleboard as she was at skeet shooting, they did what any self-respecting Dom would do. Cheat. With sidestepping, last minute maneuvers every time she went to play, one or both of them would tug on a nipple ring or deliver a sharp pinch to one buttock. Her angry glares earned her a swat, her low grumbling despite the up-kick of the corners of her mouth got her double smacks. But she was better than they gave her credit for, and still passed their numbers.
“Hey, I never claimed to like this game,” Sean protested when he didn’t get further than a six-point block for the third time in a row. “I get on this boat for other pleasures.”
“After we eat.” That was, if Dax could hold out that long. The more time he spent with Krista, the more he wanted her, and that just wouldn’t do, not after what he’d done.
Both men sent Krista heated looks, ones that warmed her insides as much as the lowering sun still warmed her skin. Add in their erotic teasing that had kept her expectations burning hot, and they’d red
uced her to ashes of smoldering lust. With her buttocks tingling from their pinches and slaps, and her nipples throbbing from their tugs on the loops, her untouched pussy wept for attention.
Even though Master Dax’s face remained guarded, she simmered with impatience to feel his full possession. Being surrounded by the wide nothingness of blue water and lulled by the boat’s constant, slow rocking helped keep her edgy need under control. She loved the freedom of running around naked, or almost completely nude, as well as the heightened state of arousal abetted by the public exposure and constant caress of the ocean breeze.
It had been so long since she’d experienced such well-being and could relax enough to enjoy the blatant, lustful stares. She knew she’d embrace whatever he wanted to do with or to her later, and couldn’t wait for it to culminate in the hard thrust of a Master’s body taking control of hers again. Just thinking about it had her clenching her buttocks against the shivers of anticipation and awareness tingling in her happy places.
One of the things that impressed Krista about Dax’s friends was the way they each pitched in. The men had all brought food that now lay spread out on the two tables while Zach placed seasoned chicken breasts on the grill. By the time everyone congregated around the two tables, the sun lay like a mere burnt orange sliver on the horizon and good-natured ribbing ruled the conversations. As Krista relaxed back against Dax’s chest, he allowed her freedom to appease one of her hungers by placing a heaped plate of food in front of her.
Hunger enabled her to put a big dent in the salads and chicken even though the light brush of Master Sean’s fingers up and down her thigh and constant press of Dax’s cock against her ass kept her distracted from what everyone was saying. With one hunger sated, she pushed back her plate and sucked up the nerve to ask, “When will we be going downstairs, Master Dax?” She winced inwardly at the uncharacteristic whine in her voice. The teasing touches from both men during their shuffleboard game and dinner had ratcheted her arousal to a level she was hard-pressed to ignore. She blamed it on the long drought from fucking that had followed her husband’s death. The orgasms Master Dax had given her so far just left her craving more dominance-induced pleasure.
