Pleasure Bay (22 page)

She sighed with relief. “At first I thought you were just going to hoist me up by my wrists alone, then when you broke off the branch, well, let’s just say that’s a bit thicker than an ordinary switch. I was concerned.”

“Katie, as if…”

“I’m sorry, I should have known you wouldn’t beat me with a tree trunk or hang me up by my thumbs.”

He shook his head as he put the loops around her wrists, cinched them loosely, and then handed her the wooden bar.

“I’m impressed,” she said. “A rustic version of a lat bar.”

He winked at her before picking up the remaining rope from the ground. “I may be a newbie to the exciting world of kink, honey, but I’m not ignorant.” He began taking up the slack in the rope and her arms started to lift. “I know slip knots alone would have cut your circulation off and never would I have hit you with a branch the size of a 2x4. It’s your turn to trust me, little girl.” He gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “You ready to start your workout?”

“Mm… yes,” she purred.

He walked over to the trunk of the tree, tightened the slack, and then lifted until only the tips of her toes remained on the ground, just like she’d imagined. “How’s your weight feel against the branch? Is it strong enough?”

She curled her legs, letting the branch support her weight. “It’s good,” she replied, putting her legs down. She felt him hoist her another inch and tie off the rope.

Returning to stand in front of her, he put his hands on her hips. “God, you’re gorgeous.” He grinned. “How’s your upper body strength, my sexy fitness trainer?” He looked at her hands, assessing how comfortable she was holding her own weight.

To demonstrate, she did a pull-up using the branch in her hands. “I can hold my own,” she answered, wrapping her legs around his waist.

“Very nice.” He was eyeing her pert nipples and soon she felt his mouth on one of them. “Mmmm.” He hummed, stroking it with his tongue, sending a direct current to her clit. She felt his teeth closing around her nipple and gasped when he bit down.

Without releasing her, he looked up, meeting her eyes in question. “Too rough?” he mumbled in question.

“Not at all.” Proving she was quite all right, she squeezed him with her legs, trying to draw him close enough so she could rub her pussy against him.

“Good,” he murmured, his speech garbled from the hard peak in his mouth. He scanned her bare body, his eyes moving slowly up and down. It was clear he enjoyed seeing her this way, and then he stepped back, leaving her hanging alone, but still well within reach.

“I think ten should make for a nice warm-up.”

“Huh?” she asked, lowering her legs.

“Ten pull-ups, Katie, and I want your legs lifted and thighs spread wide.” He knelt in front of her, sitting back on his feet. “If you can do them, I’ll give you a nice reward.” He caressed the inside of her leg as if coaxing her to get started. “Too much for you?” he baited her, cocking a brow as he looked up, meeting her eyes.

“No!” she blurted, doing the first one, legs wide open as instructed.

“That is so fucking erotic, babe.” He inched himself forward. Now when she lowered herself, her pussy would be only inches from his face.

She was at number four when she met the wetness of his tongue. She paused, holding herself there, hoping he would continue, but he didn’t. On the fifth, she came into contact with his hands and his tongue.

“I can’t take watching you pull that sweet pussy away from me one more time.” He draped her legs over his shoulder, supported her ass with his arms, while his hands cradled her back. “You can relax. I’ve got you.” The next thing she knew his tongue was on her clit, lapping greedily.

“My god, Shane,” she rasped, locking her legs around his head.

Letting him support her bottom half, she leaned back, looking down at him. He mumbled something that sounded like ‘good girl’ and she soon felt his tongue dart inside her. Uncontrollably, her hips thrust against him and she moaned. Her grip on the wood tightened as he probed deeper and she began to rock her hips. His tongue moved back to her clit and he closed his lips around it, flicking fast and hard.

“Yes… ah-ah,” she cried. Before long, she was panting and could feel the muscles in her arms starting to quiver. Her hips were pumping steadily and she was climbing toward orgasm when suddenly, he stopped. He pulled his head back and blew softly on her throbbing clit.

“Shh,” he said, his lips against her pussy. “We should stop now,” he whispered. “The lady likes being kept on edge.” He looked up at her with a provocative smile on his shiny wet lips.

“Shane! No, I’m so close.” Her thighs were trembling as he moved his head back and then slowly rose, letting her legs slide down his body until they wrapped around him as he stood.

“Shouldn’t you be calling me sir or something?” he asked boldly, really getting into to the dominant role.

“Yes, sir. Please don’t leave me like this.” She struggled to make better contact by digging her heels into his ass, trying to pull him closer.

“I like hearing you call me that. The begging is nice too.” He put his thumb on her clit and pressed down while he slipped two fingers into her core.

She clenched them greedily, trying to rock her hips to and fro. “Please… fuck me! You’re driving me crazy,” she rasped. A hard hand landed against her outer thigh, making the breath stutter in her chest.

“You forgot something, didn’t you?”

“Sir… please. I’m sorry. Just fuck me now, sir.” Her voice was as tight as her clenched muscles. She shrieked in protest when he pulled his fingers away, even though he reached into the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a foil wrapper. “Yes, Shane. Hurry!”

“You’re awfully demanding, considering I’m the one in charge right now.” He put the condom between his teeth while he worked his shorts down.

Katie’s eyes zoned in on his hard rod and just the sight of it made her moan. “I’ll make it up to you, sir, if you’ll just get inside me soon.”

Condom in place, he put his cock in the cleft of her pussy and nudged the swollen head forward until it touched her clit.

“Yesss,” she hissed. “More, sir.”

He continued to rub her clit with only the head of his cock until she was panting for release and rocking against him. “You look amazing grinding against my cock.”

“Please,” she breathed. “I truly can’t take this anymore.” Her words came through gritted teeth and she let her head fall back. “I need you inside of me.” She felt his cock leave her folds and pulled her head up to look at him. He positioned himself at her soaked entrance. Her body was trembling with need as he pushed into her, but only enough for the head to make contact with her swollen g-spot. Then she felt an arm wrap around her waist as his finger found her clit.

“You’re going to be a good girl now and hold still. You will not come without permission. Do you understand, Katie?”

Where in the hell did that low authoritative voice suddenly come from? The determined and lustful look in his eyes made her clench. “Yes, sir. I understand.”

“That’s my girl,” he said, starting to move. He only allowed her enough of his cock to stimulate her g-spot while he rubbed and stroked her clit with his thumb. Within moments, she was whimpering and climbing toward orgasm.

Gripping the branch in her hands for all she was worth, she blurted. “I need to come, sir. Please don’t stop.”

“Come for me, beautiful Katie,” he growled. “Let me see that sweet pussy of yours drench my cock.”

She felt his arm tighten around her waist and his busy thumb on her clit went into overdrive, making her cry out while she spiraled out of control. Her body lurched and jerked as one powerful wave after another coursed through her body.

“That’s it,” he encouraged hoarsely. Her pussy spasmed violently, clamping around him like a vise as he drove into her hard, burying his cock to the hilt.

She screamed, her shrill cry rolling through the clearing and echoing through the trees. Feeling both of his large hands on her hips as he pulled back and plunged into her again. He didn’t waste any more time, building himself up into a hard, fast rhythm as he fucked her roughly.

With a hand on her ass, he moved the other to her breasts, pinching each nipple and rolling them between his thumb and finger. His sexy grunts and hard thrusts had her moaning as a second climax began to build.

“Fuck yes, girl. Come for me again.” He moved both hands to her back, pulling her into him with each powerful thrust.

“Shane!” she screamed as a powerful orgasm gripped her again. He held himself deep inside her and a low, throaty groan left his lips as she felt his release along with her own.

He stayed within her as he slipped her wrists out of his homemade rope cuffs and then wrapped both arms tightly around her.

“Lord have mercy, that was hotter than hell,” he panted, walking them over to the trunk of the tree. He pressed her back against it so he could look at her.

“You’ve got that right. Wow,” she panted. “Kiss me.”

His mouth covered hers tenderly as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. Katie could taste her essence, which provoked a soft moan. She felt his hand slip into the back of her hair, cradling her head, his lips softly moving along her neck, caressing and nibbling her skin gently.

“We should stop,” he whispered, pulling back to look at her. “Or I’m going to have you again, right here against this tree.”

She nodded. “Right, we need to save something for the dungeon tonight.” Instantly she could tell by the look in his eyes that the word ‘dungeon’ was making him nervous.

He withdrew from her pussy, carefully set her down, and then retrieved her swimsuit and his shorts. After discarding the condom via the Dumpster, courtesy of the construction site, he carefully removed the evidence of their impromptu outdoor bondage session as Katie looked on with a grin.

“Imagine what someone would say if they found all this,” Shane said with a chuckle.

She laughed, delighted by his naiveté. “On Pleasure Bay, darlin’, a rope from a tree is nothing. Coming across us in the act wouldn’t have even raised a brow. More than likely, they would have applauded, asking to join in, or signed you up to give lessons.” Giggling at his shocked expression, she grabbed his hand, tugging him back toward the jet skis. “Come on, big guy, we should be getting back.”

“I get to lead on the way back, right?”

“Sure,” she answered, zipping her vest. “Just don’t get too wild on ole Elizabeth there,” she teased, winking at him.

“Oh, she’s no Elizabeth, baby. We had a talk on the way here and I think she’s more of a Kat. She likes it when I get rough with her.”

“Oh, brother,” she giggled, mounting her ski. Although they’d just had sex and he had gotten her off twice, his words had her libido jumping into high gear again. The combination of his shyness one minute, which morphed into a badass dom-in-the-making the next was keeping her on her toes. She loved it. In fact, she was worried that what she thought was lust and friendly affection might be growing into something more than she had bargained for. Realizing she hadn’t answered him when he gave her an odd look, she forced a smile and said, “You’re getting a little big for your britches, mister.”

“Aw, honey, I’m a lot big for my britches. I thought you would have noticed that by now.” With an audacious wink, he climbed on his own ski and proceeded to rev the powerful machine.

Chapter Thirteen

Pacing in front of her open cabana walls, she hardly noticed the shimmering Caribbean beyond the trees and sand. Although it was still breathtaking, her mind was on other things, important things; okay, she admitted, super scary things. Her spiked heels clicked on the hardwood as she strode back and forth anxiously. She pulled up on the satin and lace corset that encased her ribcage and breasts. The damn thing was snug, bordering on too tight and restrictive. Now she knew what Victorian-era women had felt like. Small wonder they often succumbed to the vapors.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she moved back to it, staring at the image of a woman she barely recognized. Hair pulled up in a sleek, high ponytail, the long straight strands left to fall over her bare shoulders and down her back. The black and teal lingerie that Jax had hand-delivered suited her coloring, but was not to her taste. Although the lace was pretty and softened the look, the garters, sheer black stockings, and stiletto heels were nothing she’d ever wear. Turning, she examined the back. Full panties covered her butt, thank goodness. The stripes from the switching (not the right term, but it hardly made sense to call it the palm fronding), had quickly faded and barely visible in the small gap of skin between the top of her stockings and her satiny panties. She’d be almost sorry to see them go. If that wasn’t a bizarre thought! Yet his marks upon her gave her a feeling of belonging to him, she supposed like a wedding ring to a bride or a collar to a willing slave, both were symbols of a husband or dom’s possession.

“You look stunning.”

Spinning, she saw Jax, dressed in black leather pants and a flowing white shirt, propped in the open door wall. His arms were crossed and his shirt and dark hair fluttered in the breeze. He looked like a pirate: imposing, dangerous, and gorgeous.

“Are you ready to go?”

“No.” Her bald statement made him laugh.

“Another new experience awaits in the dungeon, Sydney. You can’t have a spanking weekend without being spread over a spanking bench at the mercy of your dom.”

“I can’t, huh?”

“Nope. I wouldn’t be doing my job right if I let you.”

His job. Those words gave her pause and chilled her to the bone. It was a job for him and she needed to remember that. Turning back to the mirror, she pushed that disturbing thought aside and checked herself one last time. With a deep breath that pushed her breasts nearly to overflowing, she smoothed her hands down the front of her costume and nodded. “I guess I can’t miss out on the full experience. Lead on, master.”

“Sir is sufficient, Sydney. You are not a slave tonight.”

“Oh, well then, lead on, sir pirate. Your wench is anxious to see this dungeon you speak so highly of.”