To Command And Collar

Chapter Thirteen

Raoul strolled out to the kitchen, carrying a bunch of beach towels, and spotted Kimberly looking at the filled ice chest, arms crossed over her naked breasts.

She scowled. “Did you forget to tell me something? Are we going somewhere?”

“Kimberly.”

“What?”

He kept his gaze on her, waiting her out.

Silence. “I’m sorry, Master,” she muttered after far too long.

“Do you feel in need of being punished then?” he asked softly.

A step back. “No. No, Master.”

Did she have any idea why she was coming across with the attitude? His pity for her made him want to ignore it, but she needed consistency and rules more than sympathy right now. Since nothing else in her world remained stable, he must. He moved into her personal space, not touching, letting the size of his body add to the intimidation. “Then perhaps you would explain?”

“I-” Her fingers tightened on her mug. “I… It’s wrong. Those monsters buy women to be slaves, and here I am, volunteering to be your slave. But I’m not really, and I don’t want to behave like one.” Her chin jerked higher…and then her gaze dropped. “Only, then sometimes I do.”

Most of the time, you do, little sumisa. He cupped her cheek, and his thumb under her chin kept her face raised to him. The shiver running through her at his care and his control reinforced her words. She was in conflict, and he knew the feeling well, especially when it came to her. “Any decent human, master or slave, is revolted at kidnapping and brutality and rape.” He rubbed his thumb over her soft lips. “Aside from the fact that the slavers’ crimes brought us together and into these roles, they have nothing to do with what is between us.”

Her mouth opened.

He shook his head, pleased when she obeyed. “You are not my slave, Kimberly. Although definitions vary, in my mind, a slave gives up the ability to say no, something like if she’d enlisted in the army. She deliberately places her life under someone else’s authority, often because her need to belong is so profound that she wants to be owned. Are you with me so far?”

Under his restraining hand, Kimberly nodded.

“Now a submissive gives up power, but not as much. Perhaps like a job instead of the military. A submissive wants more than an arranged scene, but that can be erotic domination all the way to serving full-time. Each relationship balances how those needs and wants are worked out.”

He pressed his thumb between her lips in an imitation of a cock. Her breathing increased as her soft mouth closed around him, holding him within. “You are submissive, Kimberly. You knew that even before you met Gabi, years ago.” He smiled. “And you require more than bedroom domination. Serving a master fills a need in you as great as the need to be dominated to truly enjoy sex.”

She glared at him.

“Oh, it is true, gatita. You’re not a slave who wants all your choices taken away, but you may very well be a full-time submissive.” He stepped even closer, holding her gaze. “Now use your tongue on my thumb the way you would on my cock.”

Redness streaked her cheeks as she ran her tongue over him, butterfly light.

“Suck.”

Her pupils dilated as she sucked.

He hardened. “Good. I’ll give you the real thing later.”

Her lips were wet, and he could see how they’d look around his shaft.

After replacing his thumb with his lips in a slow, drugging kiss, he said, “It’s a good day to remind you of the pleasures of domination-the fun of it-so we’re joining some people in a bit.”

Her face paled, and she took a step back.

“No, gatita. Nothing to do with the slavers. This is Marcus and Gabi. Andrea and Cullen. Each dom plays with his own sub.” He ran his knuckles over the outside of her bare breast. “And I will play with you.”

“Oh.” The way heat replaced the fear in her eyes pleased him. She trusted him. “Do you want me to prepare anything?” she asked.

Raoul shook his head. “Put on a suit and cover-up. We’re taking the sailboat out.”

When her face lit up, he knew he’d chosen wisely. Water always calmed her. As he watched her run upstairs, he smiled at how trepidation had glimmered in her eyes, the knowledge that today would be different.

Although they’d had sex frequently, he hadn’t pushed her, knowing the encounter with the Overseer needed to fade. But she’d worked through those fears, and now he could introduce something new. Something to take her mind off the auction and remind her BDSM could be fun as well as terrifying.

On the thirty-two-foot catamaran, Kim sprawled on the forward trampoline with Gabi and Andrea. The cool spray sprinkled over her skin as the boat slid through the water with a swishing sound and an occasional snap of the sails. Lovely. So different from the motorized boats she’d grown up with. Clean and quiet.

She could even hear the murmur of the guys’ talking in the cockpit. She smiled, thinking of how they harassed each other in that weird guy fashion.

Watching Master R interact with his buddies was interesting. Sometimes when around other men, a guy would behave as if his girlfriend was unimportant, as if showing a woman affection would make him less macho.

But Master R stayed the same in public as in private. And his concern and affection for his friends was clear. Dammit, why did she have to like him so much? I need to go home. Soon.

Gabi bumped shoulders with her. “You holding up all right?”

“Oh sure. I just want it over, you know?”

Andrea tipped her face up, and the sun glinted off her golden brown hair. “I bet.” A big woman with a full figure, her size was perfect for Cullen.

Kim smiled at her. “Thanks for the support at the Shadowlands the other night. It helped to know people were keeping an eye on things. On me.”

Andrea nudged her arm in the same way Gabi had. “No problem. Shadowlands subs watch out for each other. It took me a while to really get that.”

“No kidding.” Gabi sneered amiably at Andrea and then glanced at Kim. “When Ms. Callme-independent here actually asked Beth to help her with planting a garden, I thought the entire group would drop dead in shock.” Gabi tilted her head back, letting the breeze rumple her shaggy hair. “I’m glad Raoul invited us today. Marcus prosecuted a really nasty murder case, and it was bothering him. It’s good to get away.”

Kim smiled, enjoying how normal the day had been. Blue sky with puffy clouds, ocean mist, light conversation. The nightmares seemed to belong to someone else. She glanced up as the sails spilled air, and the boat slowed.

“We’re going to hang out here for lunch and swimming,” Cullen called.

“Good plan,” Andrea yelled back. “You two hungry? What comes first-food or swim?”

With the boat stopped, the sultry heat increased quickly. “Swim,” Kim decided. She stripped down to her two-piece pink suit and jumped off the back. Bubbles frothed around her, and the cool, silky ocean enfolded her.

A whoop sounded, and Andrea hit the water, creating a tidal wave.

Gabi jumped in on Kim’s other side. “That feels perfect.”

They played for a while, splashing and gossiping, sharing recipes and dom tales, television shows, and Tampa gossip.

“Aren’t the guys going to get in the water?” Kim asked finally.

“They’re male. The only thing men are fast at is sex.” Andrea grinned. “Want to try getting them in sooner?”

Half-listening as Marcus and Cullen discussed an arson case, Raoul sipped his iced tea and thought about Kimberly. He’d enjoyed seeing her relax, talking and laughing with the other two women. Unlike some of the submissives he’d brought on outings, she fit nicely with the others, adding to the pleasure of the day.

Raoul set his drink down and listened, hoping to hear her infectious giggle again. He heard only the men’s voices, the clanking of the lines and muted flap of sail, and the waves lapping at the boat. No women’s voices. Not even any splashing. He rose to check forward where the women had been sunning. No one. “Why is there no noise? Where are the women?”

Cullen paused in his story, then set down his soft drink. He peered over the starboard side and shook his head.

“What-” Marcus strode to the port side. “Nothing.”

A quiver of worry stabbed at Raoul. The area had no strong currents-and the subs would have shouted if they’d had problems. I should have watched more closely. “I’ll take this side.” Already shirtless, he balanced for a second and dived off.

Nothing.

Still no noise. No one could be that quiet in the water…unless they wanted to. Ah. He frowned at the boat, at waves too small to conceal a person. Surely they would not be so foolish… He swam forward and rounded the port hull.

The three women were silently hiding under the trampoline section. Kimberly’s hands were over her mouth to suppress her laughter.

He flattened his smile and frowned at them. “You are all in so much trouble.” With a yell, he summoned the other two doms.

Cullen swam around the side, saw them, and cursed. “Sneaky little pet, aren’t you?” He reached out and snagged Andrea.

She yelped and kicked, her foot connecting with Cullen’s gut. He sucked water, and she got loose, swimming past him.

As Marcus rounded the hull, Gabi fled.

Kimberly followed right in her wake, and Raoul chased after.

His little sub could swim-better than he could, in fact. He finally caught her, partly because she couldn’t stop laughing, and he enjoyed the sound too much to want it to end.

Kim grinned, feeling the way Master R crowded her as she climbed the ladder. Maybe because she’d knocked him back in the water last time? God, he was so going to kill her. Her sides ached from laughing as she joined the others.

The flat trampoline area between the catamaran hulls where Kim and the other women had lounged had grown crowded with the addition of pissed-off men.

Trying to stop giggling, Kim leaned on the railing and watched her master step from the ladder. Oh my God, just look at him. Water ran down the center of his chest between solid muscles that looked as if they’d been carved from cedar. His soaked shorts sagged on his hips, displaying his ridged abdomen. When he folded his arms, she couldn’t look away from the rockhard muscles of his biceps. The other men had great builds, but Master R looked like a god of war.

And, uh-oh, he looked as angry as one. When his dark eyes focused on her, her laughter died, and her mouth went dry.

“Kimberly. I am displeased.”

Her throat clogged at the thought that she might have really upset him, and she dropped to her knees on the mesh without thinking. Her head bowed. “I’m sorry, Master.”

Silence.

She glanced up through her lashes and saw laughter in his eyes. He wasn’t really mad, drown him. “It isn’t nice to lie. Master,” she muttered. What had happened to honesty?

A warm hand cupped her sea-cooled chin, and he lifted her face. “You’re right, gatita. I shouldn’t make you think I’m angry when I’m not.” His lips curved into a devilish smile. “I’d planned to say you were disobedient and punish you, but that would be wrong.”

Oh, good. She gave a sigh of relief.

“However, I still plan to punish you…just because I want to. I’m your master, and that’s all the reason I need.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You’re going to hurt me…for fun?”

“Most definitely.” He gripped her upper arms and pulled her to her feet.

Kim looked around, starting to realize what had happened-their little game had transformed easygoing men into doms, and the atmosphere of the simple boat outing had changed.

Cullen had already dragged Andrea back to the cockpit. She could hear the smack of his huge hand hitting bare flesh, and the sound was distracting. Erotic.

Marcus had pushed Gabi on her knees. Kim stared at him. This wasn’t the ever so polite Southerner she’d stayed with. His blue eyes were icy as he told Gabi her diversion had caused his beer to get warm, and that was simply unacceptable.

“Your beer got warm?” Scowling up at her dom, Gabi pushed her hair out of her eyes. “God, you’re uptight. Did the aliens maybe forget to remove your anal probe?”

“That does it.” He grabbed her hair and pushed her toward the cockpit.

Kim grinned. The pampered doms wanted a comfortable bench to sit on to punish their subs.

Still smiling, she looked at Master R. He was studying her with a speculative look in his eyes as if assessing how much she could take. She swallowed. “What are you going to do, Master?”

“Strip for me, please.”

Oh boy. He might be enjoying himself, but his tone said she’d better watch her step. The first tiny flare of arousal sparked to life in her belly. She pulled off the top and stepped out of the skimpy bottom. When he put his hands behind his back, she knew what he wanted and assumed the inspect position he’d taught her. Legs apart, hands behind head, breasts elevated. Cold dribbles of water ran down her back from her tangled hair. The mesh was warm under her bare feet, the breeze cool on her damp body.

He walked around her slowly, his gaze warmer than the sun against her shoulders. “I prefer your nipples to be more colorful,” he said finally. “The water turned them blue.”

What kind of complaint was that?

He shook his head at her when she tried to say something. “Stay in position, sumisita.” He went into the salon and returned with the picnic basket and some cushions, which he tossed around the area. After rummaging in the basket, he pulled out…a packet of wooden skewers? Rubber bands? And a brown lunch sack.

What the heck?

He opened the packet, removing two of the skewers. She eyed them with a frown. They looked awfully pointy.

“You think they’re sharp?” he asked in a mild tone as he broke them in half, making them a few inches long. He lined up the pointed ends, wrapped his fingers around all four…and pressed them gently on her upper breast. “Are they sharp?” he asked, as if merely curious.

The sensation, just short of pain, took her breath. “Um. I guess.”

“Good.” He tapped them against her skin, lightly in a circle around her breasts, leaving marks like mouse prints behind. She stiffened at the tiny stinging-arousing-pains. Her nipples couldn’t get any tighter, and her clit poked out as if wanting attention as well.

Master R worked his way to the edge of her nipple, then ran his free hand between her legs. He slid his fingers easily through her wet folds and caressed her hard nub to urgency.

Her hips tilted forward as his middle finger penetrated her to the knuckle. Then the second knuckle.

“I think we’ll explore pain more today,” he said, his soft voice curling across her nerves. “You seem to be ready.”

Pain. Her pussy clenched, and his finger was right there to tell. Dammit. The thought of pain terrified her…and turned her on at the same time.

And he knew. The little sharp sticks worked in toward her left breast and back out, not quite touching the areola. Teasing her. She could feel her breasts growing heavier, more swollen. Aching.

He tapped the sharp, sharp points right on top of her nipple.

The sudden bite of pain sent carnal electricity ripping from her sensitive peak straight to her clit.

When she tried to step back, he pushed his finger deeper in her pussy in an intimate anchoring. The sticks moved to her other breast. Oh God, knowing how it felt increased her anticipation. Her left nipple still stung as he circled her right breast.

Her clit throbbed wildly, and when the points jabbed ever so lightly into her right nipple, she almost came.

But not quite. Her whole body flamed with need. She whimpered when he pulled back, leaving her empty inside.

His firm lips curved into a smile. “I love the sounds you make, cariño.” He kissed her sweetly, then tugged on one nipple, mercilessly pulling it into a point.

Sweet kisses. Mean fingers. Her brain spun.

He placed a skewer horizontally above and below the peak, pinching it between them. Her mouth dropped open as he put rubber bands on each end. Homemade nipple clamps.

Her nipple flattened as he increased the tension with the rubber bands, and the pain grew. “Mmm,” she protested, afraid to yell, “ow.”

“Breathe through the pain. One breath. Another.” He held her chin, forcing her to look at him. “Take the pain-for your master.”

For Master R. She sucked air in through her nose, her teeth gritted.

“Good gatita.” The tenderness in his voice increased her determination to endure.

The pain eased into a mild pinching sensation, but one that didn’t stop, keeping her constantly aware of the discomfort.

He did her other nipple the same way, watching her expectantly as her teeth ground together, before the bite let her catch her breath.

“Such a good sumisa.” Taking a step back, he surveyed his work. “Very nice. You may relax now.”

She put her hands down at her sides, hissing when the movement jostled her breasts.

“Hey, that’s a great look.” Cullen’s rough voice. He and Andrea had returned. His sub was stripped as bare as Kim. Andrea’s eyes went wide when she saw what Master R had done. She glanced warily at Cullen.

He grinned. “Those big nipples of yours will squash and look great.” As Andrea sputtered something in Spanish, he asked Raoul, “Got any more of them, buddy?”

Master R set the package and the bag of tiny rubber bands in Kim’s hands. “Take them to Master Cullen,” he said.

Kim crossed the trampoline and dropped the evil things into his big palm.

“Thanks, pet. Now go on back to Master Raoul.”

I’m not sure I want to. Kim eyed the water. Escape again? No, he’d catch her and probably be truly upset. With a sigh, she returned and knelt in front of Master R.

The trampoline vibrated as Marcus returned, followed by a dutiful-looking Gabi. He pointed to his feet, and Gabi went to her knees.

Kim exchanged a rueful glance with her friend, feeling how things had changed. When they’d visited BDSM clubs together, the scenes had been just erotic fun.

Today was more. Under Master R’s teasing, Kim heard a serious note, the undeniable will of a master. Perhaps this was the difference between a dom who didn’t really know her and one who knew exactly where her limits lay…and intended to push them.

Feeling herself sway with more than the movement of the boat, she met his contemplative gaze.

“Raoul.” Marcus was studying Kim’s breasts, laughter in his sharp blue eyes. “Might I ask if you happen to have anything else interesting?”

“If I’d known the submissives would become so unruly, I’d have brought my toy bag. But there are a few more pervertables in the picnic basket.”

Marcus patted Gabi’s head. “Well, we just see what I can find, won’t we, sugar?” He stepped around her and lifted the lid.

Kim bit her lip, trying not to laugh as Gabi’s eyes started to spark. Temper, temper, Gabrielle.

“Cullen, the man’s got rope.” Marcus tossed a handful of precut ropes and a pair of heavy scissors into the middle of the area and dug farther. “Ah, here we go.” He straightened, holding rubber bands and two plastic clamps, about three inches long with serrated edges.

Gabi’s eyes shot fire. “You are not putting those on me. You dumbass, those are for potato chip bags, not for breasts.”

“Hands behind your back.”

She looked at the set of his jaw, and her hands laced together behind her back.

“Very nice, sugar.”

With the first clamp, Gabi yelped, hissing as he wound a rubber band on the handle part to lessen the pressure.

Kim’s eyes narrowed when she realized the clamps had chunks chipped from the handles so the rubber bands wouldn’t slip. Master R had used them before, hadn’t he? She gave her master a scowl. Tricksy dom.

Grinning, he bent and whispered, “She’ll have a tantrum any minute now.”

Kim smothered a laugh. When staying with the couple, she’d heard some pretty creative insults. Gabi’s voice did carry a ways.

Marcus put the second clamp on, and Gabi made a sound like a teakettle.

Smiling, he held her upper arms, keeping her from moving. After minute, he asked, “Better?”

Gabi glared. “If you want to add some variety to your sex life, why don’t you just use your other hand?”

Marcus barked a laugh. Pushing her legs apart, he cupped her pussy, then held his glistening palm up to show her. “You seem to like this kind of variety, darlin’.” He smiled as she turned red and sputtered, obviously searching for an insult potent enough.

Kim’s eyes stung with tears.

Master R turned her face toward him, frowning. “He won’t hurt her, chiquita. I promise. This is how they like to play.”

“It’s not that.” Kim blinked and smiled at him. “I’m so happy for her. I always wanted her to find someone who’d push her to be herself and not some perfect person like her parents wanted.”

“Sweet gatita.” Master R kissed the top of her head. He glanced at the other couple, snorted at another Gabi insult, then shot Kim a warning look. “Just in case you think to imitate your friend, I do not permit such disrespect.”

She already knew that. He gave her a lot of leeway, but she’d learned how far she could go with mouthing off. If she’d said what Gabi had, she’d have had her butt blistered, and that certainty actually felt reassuring, like when winds stop veering and blow straight and true. “Yes, Master.”

“Now, you will please me with your soft mouth, and if you do well, your punishment won’t be…too bad.”

“What’s my punishment, Master?”

The corners of his eyes crinkled, but he didn’t answer, just unzipped his shorts and took out his cock. The piercing glinted in the light. Oh God, she hadn’t done this since…since Lord Greville and… A shudder ran through her.

“Easy, gatita.” He held his hands out to her, and she put hers in his. He squeezed reassurance, then curled her fingers around his erection. Hotter than the sun with steel under the velvety skin.

She opened her mouth to take him in-and froze. They’d tied her hands behind her back; that device had held her mouth open. Pushing into her throat, choking, no air.

“Kimberly.” A sharp tug on her hair reminded her of where she was. “Watch me, not the past.”

She pulled her thoughts together, thought through the fear the way Faith had taught her, knowing he would let her take as long as she needed. After a minute, she nodded. Ready. And reminded herself, This is Master R.

“Use your hands.”

She smiled, remembering the first time they’d made love, how he let her go as slow as she wanted as long as she kept advancing. So patient and calm. He might know her well, but she knew him too, and God, it really, really helped.

He made a noise in the back of his throat, a dom-style sound of encouragement and prodding.

Stop thinking. “Yes, Master.” She slid her hands up and down his cock. It was so engorged that the skin was taut, the veins distended. Men’s equipment never seemed particularly attractive, but Master R was so devastatingly, potently male. She ran a finger around the head, touched the piercing, cupped his heavy balls, and felt the light hair tickle her palm. She nuzzled his groin and inhaled. His own masculine scent mingled with that of the ocean. Her muscles loosened.

“Now your tongue,” he murmured.

She leaned forward and ran her tongue up his length, getting him wet. He hummed his enjoyment, and warmth filled her. God, she loved that sound he’d make. She licked until his shaft was wet and she’d traced every vein. Then she looked up.

When he nodded permission, she took him into her mouth, trying to go deep as-

“No, tesoro mío.” He wrapped her hands around the base of his shaft, preventing her from taking him in fully. “If I wanted to fuck your throat, I’d remove the piercing first, at least until you have more experience. For today, play with what I’ve given you. And be careful-metal is unforgiving on teeth.”

Oooh. She ran her tongue over her teeth. Avoid the piercing, Kim. He was still worried, she could tell, but actually, she’d daydreamed about having his cock in her mouth. She was ready. Really. She took him in carefully, making sure her teeth went past the piercing…and then played, as he’d instructed. Tracing her tongue around him, then sucking vigorously enough to get a low moan of approval.

She cupped his testicles with one hand, enjoying the weight and size. Mmm. And he’d probably smack her if she called him Master Bull.

Lifting her head, she took the top of his erection between her lips and teased the piercing with her tongue. By carefully tugging on the metal ball with her teeth, she won herself a growly groan.

His hand fisted in her hair, and she froze; when he didn’t do anything further, she continued. He grew harder, and she gloried in it.

“All right, little torturer.” Using her hair, he pulled gently her away. “Now for the punishment I promised you a while back.”

“What one?”

His evil grin wasn’t reassuring in the least. “Ass in the air, please.”

A spanking? She positioned herself, careful of her breasts, which still burned and ached every time she jostled his strange nipple clamps. After putting her head on her forearms, she arched her bottom up.

He picked up the sack and removed… Oh, holy hell, the anal plug she’d chosen from the ones she’d hidden. She’d really hoped he’d forgotten. She closed her eyes, wanting to whine. The plug was shaped like a plump, round goldfish…on steroids. Too big. He’d used his fingers in her a time or two and once put in a smaller plug during a shower, but this…

He trickled lube over it and between her cheeks. The muscles of her vulnerable hole puckered more tightly, and she tried to twist her bottom away.

A stinging slap made her jump. “You do not move.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“Gatita.” His voice was so soothing she wanted to crawl into his lap. “I think you will like this once it’s in. Until then, you will take the discomfort for me, will you not?” His hand stroked the place he’d slapped, turning the sting into pleasure.

Her arousal dampened the insides of her thighs, and she wanted to beg him to just fuck her instead. But his calloused hand on her bottom-so determined, so careful-made her tongue tangle.

“Now push back against my finger.” He circled the rim with a slick finger, then firmly penetrated her.

She whined at the stretching feeling. Not painful. Uncomfortable.

He added another finger, slowly thrusting in and out. “Such a pretty asshole. Maybe we’ll go to bed early tonight, no? I would enjoy being there.”

A shudder of nerves and arousal ran through her. He pulled out and pressed the slick anal plug against her. He pushed the tip in and out, farther each time. It was bigger-more than the size of his fingers, stretching and burning. His grip on her hip kept her from moving away again as he eased it slowly inside. Wider and wider.

She groaned and pushed her forehead against her arms, trying not to remember…them. The pain. She tensed.

“Ssssh. Almost there, chiquita.” And then with a soundless pop, it was in, and her muscles settled into the tail part that was smaller than the rest.

She stayed in position, panting, feeling his strong hand rubbing her bottom reassuringly. Her memories faded under his touch. Never before had anything back there also aroused her. How could something so uncomfortable make her clit throb demandingly?

“You were very good. I’m proud of you,” he murmured, rubbing her back and her bottom, and she realized she’d endure much more to win that note of approval in his voice.

“You won’t hide toys anymore, will you, chiquita?”

“Next time, I’ll hide only the small ones.”

A second, and then he laughed, the sexy, delighted sound that always made her grin. He said sternly, “Bad gatita. No hiding toys.” The light smack on her ass shoved the plug in farther, zinging against unfamiliar nerves.

“No, Master. Never.” She turned her head, eyeing the sack lying on its side. It wasn’t empty. What else had he brought?

He helped her to her feet, and the nasty thing he’d stuck up her backside felt huge as her cheeks closed around it. She shifted her weight, trying to find a comfortable position.

Master R grinned. “Don’t worry; you won’t be thinking about it in a bit.” He pointed to a corner of the trampoline. “Lie down there, on your back.”

Each step moved the thing inside her, and the discomfort made her aware of how wet she was and how swollen her pussy had gotten. Her clit begged in heavy throbs to be touched. But touching herself was a spanking offense. Being spanked with an anal plug in? So not my choice of fun ways to spend the afternoon. She carefully lay down where he’d directed.

He picked up some rope from the pile and tied her wrists together, then over her head to an upright on the railing. A cushion went under her hips so her pelvis arched up in the air. After restraining her legs widely apart, he sat back on his heels, his gaze running over her, head to toes, lingering on her breasts and then her pussy.

She’d never felt so exposed. So available.

“You’re beautiful, Kimberly.”

Uh-huh. She knew full well, she was only passably pretty, but when he said that, looked at her like that, she felt absolutely hot. And totally ready for him to pull his cock out and have at it. Now now now. She squirmed.

“No, you will not entice me to move faster.” His eyes were heavy lidded as he trickled his fingers over her mound, then traced her labia down. He gave the anal plug a wiggle that sparked shots of electricity straight to her clit. Her hips pushed up uncontrollably, and a crease appeared in his cheek. “I thought you might like the plug.”

His smile grew. “Now you get a new toy as well.” He pulled the hidden thing out of the bag. Soft-looking and the size of a couple of fingers and thumb forming a C curve. “I don’t think you need lube for this.” He pushed one end of the C into her slick pussy and angled the other part over her clit, letting it rest there. Not doing anything, dammit, but with that monster anal plug, even the small part inside her seemed excessively tight. Too much.

Her heart rate increased as her body shivered with the sensation of being tied down. Penetrated. With a whimper she closed her eyes and tried to relax. Waves splashed on the boat, the sound of a distant motor mingled with the pants of one of the other women and the low growl of a man’s voice. The sun shone down on her, heating her skin to almost the temperature she was inside.

Pulling on the restraints, she found no give and could feel the last remnants of control slipping away. Helpless. Vulnerable. She opened her eyes and looked up.

He stood beside her, watching her squirm and fight, his silent regard reinforcing his obvious determination that she be open to him emotionally as well as physically. That she surrender.

Under the power of his gaze, his authority, she felt her muscles go limp. And she gave up.

His eyes warmed with approval. “Sumisita mía,” he said softly. Down on one knee, he ran his knuckles tenderly over her cheek.

She turned her head and kissed his fingers, the action just so…right.

So was his kiss that followed.

After a minute, he sat back, and his expression changed. Heat. Anticipation. “I like that position. You look like a pagan sacrifice, all stretched out, just waiting to be served up to a god.”

Sacrifice didn’t sound good. “Master R.” She’d attempted a teacher’s stern tone, but her voice sounded more like a nervous first-grader who’d wet her pants. What could he be planning? He didn’t have any whips or floggers aboard, and no toys were left in the sack.

His expression had a little of the sternness she’d seen when she messed up. He was definitely aroused-his erection still tented the front of his shorts. And his eyes held amusement. That worried her the most.

She licked her lips, tasting him.

He straddled her hips, keeping all his weight on his knees. Softly, he ran his fingers down the insides of her arms, over her armpits, which made her jump, and down her ribs. His touch was light, almost too light. Back up.

Her skin grew more sensitive. He stopped below her armpits, stroking higher, and…it tickled. She tried to shift away, but he had her strung to immobility. He teased his fingers under her arms.

Giggles broke from her, and she squirmed. “Stop it. That tickles!”

His smile was white against his tanned skin. “Cariño, I know.” He did it again, making her laugh uncontrollably, not stopping even when she started to curse.

“Damn you,” she gasped when he sat back. “Stop it. I don’t like that.”

“I said you’d be punished, mi pequeña sumisa. Did you think I was joking?”

“But not this way.” Good God. “I’d rather be spanked.”

He grinned and said softly, “I know.”

She glared at him. “Are you done?”

“Oh no. I’m still exploring.”

She moaned.

“But I’m going to mix some sensations together to see how you do.” He reached down to the part of the toy that lay over her clit and clicked something. A buzz started both inside her and over her clit. Too light, too slow to do much, but…distracting. Just enough vibration to frustrate her, as if she were riding a Harley, but not enough to get her off.

Master R watched, his hand rubbing her arm, letting her need grow. Letting her stew. “Take a breath, chiquita. You’re not quite through being punished”-he grinned-“although you’re sweating enough, yes?”

God, sweat trickled between her breasts and down her face. “Please stop now.” Her hips wiggled uncontrollably.

“Ah, but I like watching you squirm. And laugh. You don’t laugh enough.” He clicked the vibrator through several cycles, settling on an odd erratic rhythm, fast, then slow. Bringing her close to orgasm, then retreating too soon. Driving her up. God, he’s going to kill me.

He moved between her legs, his knees pressing on the insides of her thighs. As the vibrations increased and she stiffened with the approaching climax, his fingers brushed down the insides of her forearms again to the tender area under her arms, teasing her with feathery touches. She gasped, jerking helplessly. Laughing, then moaning, then laughing as his fingers grazed over the increasingly sensitized skin.

He eased off, his fingers moving just enough to keep her aware, to keep her whole body tensed as the vibrator ruthlessly brought her back the brink.

Oh God, I need to come. Her lower half coiled, the feeling strangely intense. With the humming on her G-spot from inside, the flickering over her clit from outside, the entire area of nerves between them tightened. The pressure inside her built higher…higher…

Everything clenched for a long, impossible second, and she exploded. God, God, God. Even as she bucked under the climax, Master R drew his fingernails lightly over her ribs. She arched as new sensations blasted through her, making her laugh, making her scream, sending the entire world into a blaze of sensation, buffeting her between pleasure and torture and more pleasure.

She shuddered to a halt finally, slowly realizing he’d stopped tickling and even removed the vibrator. Grinning, he nuzzled her cheek.

“You bastard,” she gasped.

“No, Mamá insists I am born of a marriage,” he protested and claimed a hot, wet kiss, pulling her under his spell again.

Okay, she hated him, but she loved him, even if he was a sadistic scumbag asshole.

Sitting back, he ran his hands over her thighs, stroking gently, making her feel cherished and beautiful, even as shudders still ran through her body.

“You know, buddy,” Cullen said a minute later. “I’ve never seen a tickling session quite so hot. I’m not sure it was much of a punishment, but damn.” He eyed Andrea speculatively.

She shook her head frantically. “No. Absolutely no. I hate being tickled. Don’t you even think about it.”

Master R whispered in Kim’s ear, “There’s a lesson for you. That is never a smart thing to say to your dom.”

Kim choked on a laugh. From the half leer on Cullen’s face, he’d just hopped onboard with the tickling idea. He’d already had Andrea’s hands bound in front of her, and now he hefted her to her feet. Turning her toward the ocean, he lashed her hands to the railing, forcing her to bend at the waist, and roped her ankles widely apart to the uprights.

“No, Cullen. Please, no, Señor.”

“I don’t have a vibrator, but we’ll manage, little tiger.” His laugh rang out, and he stepped out of his shorts, completely comfortable being stark naked. “Toss me that lube, Raoul.” He caught the lube and drizzled some between his sub’s buttocks and more on his very erect cock.

“Oh, God, you wouldn’t,” Andrea gasped.

He contemplated the body stretched out before him, then frowned. “I need to heat you up first, right?” His fingers teased from her armpits down to her clit and back up.

Once he had Andrea cursing and laughing and wiggling uncontrollably, he worked his cock into her anus, a little at first, then pushing all the way in. She groaned and groaned again as he started to thrust. His hand disappeared around her front, and from the way Andrea moaned, he was playing with her clit.

“That sounds pretty good, love.” Cullen wrapped his free arm under her stomach, stabilizing them both, and changed from her clit to tickling under her arms. Giggles and groans filled the air.

God, if they did this in town, Kim thought, the cops would be pounding down the door.

Andrea was begging and cursing, mostly in Spanish.

Kim smiled. Here was someone she could ask to translate Master R’s swearwords.

From the sound of rhythmic thumping on the side of the sailboat, Marcus had taken Gabi back into the water and was enjoying himself. A string of insults was abruptly cut off, and then a minute later, Gabi sputtered. A very calm Southern voice said, “Sugar, you’re fixin’ to drown if you keep that up. Now suck.”

God, these doms. Kim shook her head and looked up. Master R’s expression was tender as he ran his finger over her lips. “You’re still smiling, mi tesoro,” he murmured. “I like seeing you happy.” He kissed her gently, lingeringly, in a way that had her heart turning over.

“I think these have been on long enough, so off they come.” He leaned over and snagged the scissors from the deck.

These?

When his fingers touched her left breast, she realized. The clamps. Oh no. He snipped through the rubber bands. As the wooden skewers fell away, blood surged back into her left nipple.

She gritted her teeth together as fire bloomed in her breast, and only a whimper escaped, changing to a high whine when Master R’s tongue stroked over the throbbing peak. The pain grew worse, then turned erotic as he continued to lick circles around the nipple and blow on it.

Her clit started to throb in response, and then Master R undid the other clamp.

“Ow ow ow, dammit, ow.”

He chuckled and licked over the burning, making her shudder, making sensations stream like a marching band straight to her clit. He moved down, nipped her side, licked her belly button, and ran his tongue over her clit.

Hot and wet, and the shock arched her back. His tongue circled, teased the hood, waking her whole pussy as if he’d hit her with a jolt of electricity.

Her insides clenched, making her too aware he hadn’t removed the anal plug yet. Maybe she could ask?

He lifted his head long enough to smile at her. “You’re being a good girl, Kimberly. I think you deserve a reward.” He licked over her clit, up and down, slowly but deliberately, bringing her right to the edge. Every firm rub made her insides tighten more.

Totally aroused, and damn him, he made her feel as if she had no control over anything, not even her body. Tied up, couldn’t move, a giant plug in her, she’d already climaxed, and now he was-easily-showing he could bring her off again.

“Let’s see how tight you are with your favorite toy still in,” Master R said. He sat up and unzipped his shorts. Her eyes widened as he pressed his erection against her entrance and started to inch in.

Oh no. Too big. Much too big. “Wait. No.”

His piercing hit, stopped him. He moved to a new angle, and the metal went in, a firm pressure sliding along her insides.

“You won’t fit, dammit. You’re too big.”

“No, Kimberly. The toy you hid is big. I’m just right.” He leaned forward onto his forearms and kissed her, teasing her lips. Holding steady inside her for a minute.

His broad hand fondled her breasts. Pinches on her abused nipples arched her spine.

And then he resumed pushing his shaft in, inexorably, like a tanker forging through the ocean. He watched her face, smiling a little when she’d tried to wiggle free. “Does it really hurt, sumisita?”

“Yes!” Under his steady gaze, she amended grumpily, “Kind of. No. But it’s not comfortable.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled, and he whispered, “I didn’t think it would be.” And he kept going until he was finally, completely in. His balls touched her ass. God, she was so full it was impossible to breathe. Stretched, aching, throbbing.

She closed her eyes and shivered. He was on top of her, inside her, and the feeling of being taken-being helpless-was frightening, and yet not, because he was watching her so closely that she felt the heat of his gaze.

“Look at me, gatita.” His voice had roughened.

Her eyes opened and were trapped by his. Intense.

Then he pulled back, and every inch of movement somehow transmuted into exquisite pleasure. She gasped as her insides tried to clench and spasmed over the fullness. His eyes on her, he slid slowly back in, then out, totally in control. In and out, rocking slowly as she adjusted to the feeling.

“Bueno,” he murmured, and his strokes changed as he drove into her in short thrusts, only partly in. With the anal plug, his piercing rubbed even more firmly over that sensitive place inside her. Stroke after stroke.

The pressure in her lower half grew into a shivery, desperate fullness. “I need to stop. I need the bathroom.”

“Oh, I think this is something else, mi tesoro.” He reached down, slickening his fingers, and stroking over her clit, without ever losing the determined thrusting.

Too much. The anal plug sent odd zinging sensations through her. His ruthless finger rubbed on her from outside, his pierced cock from inside as if they’d trapped her sensitive clit between them, mercilessly pushing her until everything inside her gathered, whirling her senses like a massive hurricane.

No pause. No teasing now. Faster, faster, and then everything spun completely out of control. She broke, shattering, her entire body having the orgasm as she screamed and bucked and shattered some more. She felt wetness everywhere, and Master R chuckled and pounded into her deep and hard, and she just kept coming, unable to stop.

Finally he tensed into rigidity, pressing in until she could feel the distinctive jerking of his shaft against her cervix as he gave a low rumble of pleasure.

His weight pressed her against the mesh as he lay on her, radiating such satisfaction that it made tears prickle in her eyes. Then, with a groan, he reached up to work at the ropes around her wrists.

She swallowed, tried to speak, and nothing came out. Swallowed again. “You’re evil.” Her voice was hoarse from laughter, from screams.

“Sí.” He kissed her ear, then nipped her shoulder and laughed when her vagina clenched around him.

Her arms came free, her wrists still tied together, so she encircled his neck and leaned up to kiss him.

He kissed her back, taking her mouth to please himself until she felt like melted wax on the floor. As if she hadn’t before. God.

Eventually, he sighed and pulled out of her, making her aware how wet she was. After he’d released her legs, he helped her sit up, then steadied her as her head spun.

She realized she was drenched, way past normal, and a flush heated her face. Talk about a wet spot. At least it was mesh under her. Still… “I…I’m sorry.” Darn it, she’d said she needed the bathroom.

“Ah, Kimberly, it’s not urine, chiquita.” He cupped her cheek, forcing her to look at him. “You did what is called squirting, although that’s an entirely inadequate word for something so very erotic. So hot. You women climax in many different ways-this is just one of them.” He kissed her teasingly, his eyes lit with laughter. “Did you enjoy it?”

She leaned her head against him. “I wasn’t sure if I’d survive it, but…yeah.”

“Then I will strive to give you more of them.”

As he rose, she frowned. “Um, Master? Without the tickling next time?” Yeah, maybe it made her whole body more sensitive and gave her a great climax, but still… Please God, let’s skip the tickling stuff.

He touched the tip of her nose. “That, mi pequeña sumisa, will depend on how obedient you are, no?”