“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.