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“I tell you to spread your legs wider,” he said, getting into the scene himself. “Expose yourself to me fully.”
I ran my finger along myself again, dipping a fingertip inside.
“What do I do to you, now that you’re at my mercy?”
“First of all, you spank my ass with the leather strap.” Fuck, there were times I thought I could come from just thinking about him taking the strap out.
“Yes,” he said. “And I make sure it’s nice and pink. I can feel the heat coming from your skin after. Then, just to prove your sadistic bastard comment, I bite each cheek and then place a kiss on it.”
“Ouch, that is bastardly.”
“Only because that’s what you called me.”
He spoke so smugly, I almost opened my eyes just to call him on it. But if I did, he might end the game and I was involved enough that I wanted to see where he took it.
“What do you do after the kisses?” I asked.
“Maybe I force you to have several orgasms.”
“That’s a mean on
e.” He’d done that a few times; it wasn’t my favorite. Being forced to have multiple orgasms was definitely an effective punishment tool.
“That would be the reason I used it. Or I could tell you not to come. Strap you down and use you only for my pleasure.”
I liked the sound of that better. I circled my clit. “Would you fuck me?”
“Definitely. I’d come up behind you, enter you with one stroke, and ride you until you wanted to come so bad you were crying. Fuck. I can imagine the feel of it.”
I could, too. His cock pounding into me tirelessly. My body spread out for his use. I circled my clit again. “Please, Sir. Let me come.”
“Not yet. I’m still having fun imagining all the ways I can fuck you.” There was a brief silence before he continued. “Maybe I pull my dick out, lube it up, and take your ass.”
“That would be painful after the strap.”
“Yes, but it’d all be for me, so I wouldn’t care. You’d be the one being punished.”
“Are you hard now, Sir?”
“So hard it’s painful, but I’m not going to drop my pants in the backseat of this car. I’ll deal with it.” He lightly brushed my knee and I jumped. “How are you doing?”
“Wishing it wasn’t my finger touching me.”
“Maybe so, but I’m certainly enjoying the show. Make yourself come. Let me watch.”
I worked my fingers faster. My interest renewed at the knowledge he watched and was turned on by it.
“Fuck yes, that’s hot,” he said as I pushed two fingers inside and rubbed my clit with my thumb.
“I’m pretending it’s your cock,” I panted.
“Right like that,” he whispered. “Stroke yourself again and know I’d push inside as hard and as deep as possible. Now come for me.”
His words spurred me on and with another pass of my fingers, I came with a shudder.
“Always so beautiful,” he said. “Love watching as pleasure takes over your body.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I sighed as the postorgasmic bliss swept over me.
“Of course, we still have a while to go before we get to our next stop.” There was mischief in his voice. “I could do this nonstop.”
“But you won’t since I’m really not being punished, right?” Being forced to make myself come was not how I wanted to spend the car ride.
“Mmm, probably not. You can open your eyes now.” He wore a wicked grin when I opened my eyes. “But I reserve the right to change my mind.”
Fortunately, he was only playing with my mind and he finally reached over and pulled my skirt down. With a wicked smile, he took my fingers and sucked and licked them clean. After he finished, he kept my hand in his. My body was warm and relaxed following lunch and my orgasm. My eyes began to droop and before long, I nodded off.
“We’re here,” Nathaniel said, shaking my shoulder gently.
I blinked awake. “We’re here?”
“Yes, too bad you fell asleep,” he teased, whispering in my ear. “I really wanted to make you come a few more times.”
I had no doubt if he really had wanted to that badly, he would have woke me up. But I loved him playing with my head.
I stretched leisurely. “Then I’m glad you let me rest, but I’m terribly curious about where we are.” I popped my head up to look around. “All I see is a parking lot. Cool, but you know, they have these in Wilmington.”
“Wench,” he joked, pushing me playfully. “I didn’t bring you here for a parking lot.”
He slipped out his side of the car and came around to open my door. He held out a hand. “Come here.”
I stepped out. “Nice parking lot.”
“You’re tempting me to put you back in the car and go with my multiple orgasm plan.” But he squeezed my hand and led me a few steps so I could see around the building we were near.
“What do you see?” he asked.
I looked around and stopped in my tracks. “Is that the ocean?”
“Yes.”
I threw my arms around him. “You brought me to the beach.”
“I thought you might miss it.”
I loved the fact that our estate was so close to the water, but it wasn’t until I saw the ocean that I realized how much missed not seeing it every day.
I stood just looking for a few minutes, until he finally said, “Come on.”
Hand in hand, we walked across the street toward the public access. A wooden boardwalk curved a path through tall beach grass and led to the most inviting-looking sand.
“We should have brought our bathing suits,” I said as we made our way onto the sand.
“But that would have given my plan away.”
We were at a quiet end of the beach, and there were only a few people near us. We kicked off our shoes and I dug my toes into the sand, enjoying the feeling of being barefoot.
“Wait a minute,” he said when I would have started walking toward the ocean. He held my collar in his hand. “You’re missing something.”
I bowed my head as he fastened it around my neck. He pulled back and gave me a kiss. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you, Master.”
We strolled down to the water’s edge and dipped our toes into the surf. I inhaled deeply. “I love the sea air.”
“It’s so refreshing.”
A family of four—mother, father, and two little boys—jogged by us, trying desperately to get a kite airborne. The youngest boy looked to be Elizabeth’s age and he brought up the end, yelling, “Go, kite. Go!”
All the yelling in the world didn’t help though and the kite never made it more than a few inches off the ground.
I shook my head. “I always sucked at that. Never could get the hang of flying a kite.”
His gaze followed the family and his expression grew wistful. “I remember flying a kite with my dad. He was the best, never had any trouble. Mom used to laugh at us because we’d be in the backyard weaving in and out of the trees. She always said she didn’t know how he managed not to get it stuck. I told her it was magic.”
My heart ached as it often did when he spoke of his parents. Even after all these years, it still hurt to think of the boy Nathaniel was and how it must have been when he lost his parents.
“I imagine it was pretty tough not to get the kite tangled up in the trees,” I said.
“Yes. They weren’t quite as tall as they are now, but they were tall enough.” He turned back to me, his expression still somber. “I never flew a kite again after they died.”
I took his hand and gave it a squeeze. Words were unnecessary and couldn’t change anything or bring them back. In that moment
