“I had the boat, and Zach, to myself for four days, but it was the whole group thing that took the most getting used to,” Sandie admitted.
“As long as Master Dax is there, I don’t mind others around. And, you have to admit, all of those guys are easy on the eyes,” Krista said.
Julie closed her eyes against the glare of the sun and pictured the seven men who were so close. It was true they were all drool worthy, but she couldn’t imagine submitting to any of them the way she embraced Jackson’s sexual authority. She credited their long-term relationship for her quick and easy capitulation to his alternative sexual demands, and her trust in him. If only she could get up the courage to rely on that inherent faith and come clean with him about the one thing she’d omitted from her account of that fateful day in Montana. He already suspected she was holding back on him, and his patience wouldn’t last long.
“Uh, oh. What’s the sigh for?” Sandie prodded. “Everything okay with you and Jackson?”
It would feel good to get advice from them, but there was no way Julie could repeat her story again so soon, and she certainly couldn’t tell them what she was keeping from Jackson. She shrugged, as if her dilemma were no big deal. “We’re still getting used to each other again after our long split. It’s been a lot to take in all at once.”
“It took me a while to warm up to Dax after he took off following my husband’s funeral,” Krista admitted, then relayed the ménage her husband had arranged before his suicide, an attempt to ensure there would be someone there to see to Krista’s needs as a full-time sub after his death. “I felt he deserted me when I needed his support the most, but he has a way of breaking down my defenses.”
“His strict dominance helped there.” Sandie shuddered with exaggerated drama. “That man can be as scary as Sean.”
“Yeah, but in a superb way,” Krista sighed, fanning herself and smiling.
Sandie’s own harrowing ordeal, after witnessing a murder executed by her stepfather led to her stowing away on the yacht to flee from his hired thugs, gave Julie a lot to be grateful for. As the three of them moved to sit at a small table in the shade of the covered outdoor kitchen with a soft drink, she realized the other women’s ordeals and obstacles presented a ray of hope she and Jackson would be as lucky dealing with her past, and her mistakes.
They were laughing over the antics of Krista’s newly adopted Great Dane mix and Dax’s frustration with the large pet insisting on sharing their bed when Jackson reappeared topside. As he strode toward her, Julie’s mouth went dry, watching the way his thick quads bunched with each slow step and from the wicked, predatory look in his eyes. She’d always thought he looked damn good in jeans, but seeing him in shorts, she decided he looked as good in any type of clothing as he did naked.
Stepping behind her chair, he rested his hands on her sun-warmed shoulders and kneaded the tense muscles. “Ladies, you look like you’re enjoying yourselves. We’ll be at the beach in about ten minutes.”
“This isn’t just any private beach, is it?” Suspicion colored Sandie’s tone.
“Now, why would you think that?” With a quick tug, Jackson released Julie’s top from behind her neck and let the straps fall, along with the cups, to bare her breasts. She sucked in a deep breath as he slid his hands down her chest then took up kneading the small mounds.
“Maybe because we know you guys,” Krista drawled.
Neither woman appeared surprised or embarrassed by Jackson’s open fondling, which helped Julie relax. The warm gush between her twitchy thighs gave away her traitorous body’s easy acceptance of yet another of Jackson’s kinks. With a slow roll of her nipples, he released her breasts, tugged her head back and gave her an upside-down kiss that curled her toes, the open-air exposure caressing her breasts as titillating as his lips and tongue.
“I’ll come back up when we dock. Leave your top down.” With that blunt command, he strolled away, a definite swagger to his gait this time.
“God, that man is hot,” Sandie sighed, her green eyes filled with appreciation.
“And now, so am I,” Julie muttered.
Krista grinned at her. “Me too, and he wasn’t touching me with those big hands.”
Julie laughed with them but now that Jackson had returned below deck, self-consciousness settled in over her exposed state. She fidgeted in her chair, took a swig of soda and was about to say something when Krista sent her a knowing look.
“Will this help?” The attractive brunette removed her own top, revealing her pierced nipples. Julie’s first thought of ‘ouch’ must’ve shown because Krista’s grin widened. “Yes, it is painful when they’re first done, but once they heal, well, let’s just say they offer a whole slate of new possibilities for my master to torment me with.”
“Don’t worry, Julie, I had the same reaction. Nipple clamps are as close as I want to get to abusing the girls. Ah, that feels better.” Sandie tossed her top aside, inhaled and leaned her head back. “I love being naked outdoors.”
Since she didn’t have experience with nipple toys either, Julie couldn’t comment, but recalling the pinches and tugs Jackson enjoyed applying, she wondered how clamps or loops would compare. She had to admit, now that the awkwardness of sitting around topless had abated, it was a pleasant sensation.
“I hope winter is warm enough around here to indulge like this,” Sandie said.
Krista waved her hand. “There’s always the hot tub if it gets too cool.”
Julie perked up at that. “Hot tub? I love hot tubs. Where is it?”
They led her to the front of the boat and were showing her both the extra-large Jacuzzi tub with its multiple jets and waterproof restraints and the fountain with the large-breasted mermaid shooting upward when Jackson and Dax appeared topside.
“Why is it I never tire of a scene like this,” Dax drawled as he snatched Krista’s hand and smiled in blatant appreciation of Julie and Sandie’s nakedness.
“Cause we’re guys. Come on, Julie. Zach is docking, and we only have about an hour.” Jackson couldn’t be more pleased with finding her walking around the deck with the other two, unabashed
with her nudity as she inspected the fountain. He couldn’t tell if the rosy cast to her cheeks was a result of the sun or Dax’s presence, but she didn’t shy away from his appraisal. He couldn’t wait to get her on the nude beach and finish her introduction to public, outdoor nakedness and sex.
CHAPTER 8
“I ’m going to show Julie around. We’ll meet up with you in an hour.” Jackson kept hold of her hand as they disembarked. “Let’s go for a walk. The sand won’t be hot this time of year, so you’ll be fine barefoot.”
“My feet might be okay, but the sun is a bit hot on…” Julie waved a hand toward her bare chest with a cute dip of her eyebrows. Too bad her puckered nipples revealed she wasn’t opposed to strolling on a beach topless.
“You’re right. How remiss of me.” Unrolling one of the two towels he held, he produced a bottle of sunscreen. Releasing her hand, he squirted a generous amount into his palm, rubbed his hands together then applied the lotion all over her small, responsive breasts. “Have I ever told you how much I love your tits? They’re so soft, yet firm here.” He cupped the fleshy mounds and rasped over her nipples until her eyes glazed. “Your nipples harden into the most enticing peaks with just a touch or lick.” Using his thumbs, he strummed the turgid tips and those striking eyes widened as she leaned into his hands. Satisfied, he picked up the towels and snatched her hand again. “You should be fine now. Late afternoon isn’t as hot or risky of sunburn.” He cast her a wicked look. “I take good care of my property.”
As he knew she would, her shoulders stiffened, but she kept up with his stride as he set out down the beach. “I really like Krista, Jackson, but I’m so not calling you Master,” she told him using a tart tone.
“Not necessary, baby. Sir will do.” She opened her mouth, probably to deny him that also, but she must have seen he was serious because she clamped it shut again. “Very good. I love the quick way you catch on.” Pointing to an island a few miles away, he said, “That’s Bimini, about a ten-minute boat ride from here. This island is the property of one of the resort owners who wanted an option for island goers who enjoy nude beaches.”