by Anna Hard
I pulled out a pair of lacy black panties. “It sure as hell is.” I dropped the panties. “Won’t need those either.” I reached in and pulled out a thin, white sleeveless shirt, the wife beater undershirt guys wore. I held it up and raised a brow at her.
She shrugged. “Men’s underwear makes great sleepwear on a hot summer night.”
I balled it up and tossed it to her. “Bring it along.” I turned and looked at her. She was holding the sundress and the balled up shirt. “What are you waiting for?”
“I’m just waiting for you to go so I can change.”
I sighed with some frustration, crossed my arms and leaned against the dresser. “Baby, you just let me finger fuck you in the middle of the damn infirmary. Don’t go playing little miss modesty with me. In fact, you’re leaving every ounce of that modesty behind today.”
She blushed again.
“You keep blushing for me like that, Twiggy, and we’re not going to make it to our mystery destination because I’m going to take you right out there on that stainless steel table. Now put on the dress.” I was acting the cocksure asshole and I knew it, but I couldn’t stop myself. My cock was hard as rock. My head was racing with images of what I would do to Dani, and I wanted her to be completely mine for this one day.
I stood and watched as she lifted off her t-shirt and pushed her shorts to the ground. “You sure can be bossy when you want to be.”
“You haven’t seen bossy yet. This is just getting started, darlin’.”
She pulled in a quick breath at the word darlin’. “Holy shit, how do you come up with these nicknames that yank the breath right out of me? Guess it’s a good thing you always called me Twiggy when we were teens, otherwise there might have been some trouble.”
“Well, fucking hell, do you mean if I’d just called you baby or darlin’ back then you’d have—” I shook my head. “Never mind. Glad I didn’t use those words. My dad would have had me strung me up by the wrists and flogged me.”
She held up the dress and was about to pull it over her head.
“Wait.” I walked up and unlatched the hook on her bra and pushed it off her shoulders. She stared up at me with a stunned expression.
“Put the dress on. The day is wasting away.”
She pulled the dress over her head. It was a pale blue dress with a hem that landed high up on her thighs. I walked behind her and zipped it up. The bodice was snug around her waist. I turned her around. Her spectacular breasts nearly spilled over the top of the dress. I reached up and undid two small buttons and parted the fabric to expose her beautiful, deep cleavage.
“Feels a little strange being braless.” She held out her arms. “Am I acceptable now, master?”
“Almost. And I’m liking that word ‘master’.”
She squealed as I reached under the dress and ripped the panties in half. I tossed them aside.
“You expect me to go out in public with no underwear or bra? What if a wind kicks up my dress?”
“I certainly fucking hope so. But you won’t need to worry about people. We’re going to an uninhabited island.”
“How do you know it’s uninhabited?”
“Because my scheming grandmother owns it. She was planning to turn it into her own marijuana plantation but then nixed that idea when she realized it was too risky. Now it’s just sitting there out in the middle of the sea with no one around except critters.”
I grabbed her bag and headed out.
“Those were my favorite panties,” she called to me.
“Then you shouldn’t have worn them in front of me,” I called back.
Chapter 14
Dani
The sea was the color of sapphires, and the sky above matched. I sat across from Tommy and faced him in the six person inflatable boat. He seemed to know exactly where we were going as he rotated the motor and pointed the bow toward wide open water. We’d taken an ice chest of food and drinks, and I’d brought along a first aid kit, just in case. Other than that, our only provisions were two large blankets and some sun block. I was feeling as close to naked as I could be without actually being nude. My extremely demanding master had at least allowed me to put on my sneakers. The only article of clothing he deemed necessary for our excursion.
I hated to admit it, but as wanton as I was feeling, sitting on a small boat in just a cotton shift and with the man across from me giving me commands that I couldn’t question, I was feeling extremely excited. Tommy had awakened some latent feelings of passion and lust that I’d been missing for a long time.
Tommy locked in the motor and leaned back against the inflated rubber side of the boat. He lifted his dark sunglasses. His eyes glinted in the sunlight as he looked at me long and hard and hungrily.
“This isn’t acceptable,” he pointed at my hands as they gripped the hem of my dress to keep it from flying up. “Let go of the dress.”
I stared back at him with a touch of defiance, and he lifted his finger. “Uh, what is the rule?” he asked.
“I don’t know because it kept expanding. First I couldn’t say ‘no’ and then there was a ban on ‘don’t you dare’ and then pulling away was—” I cut my list short when he stood abruptly, causing the boat to rock back and forth. I released my dress and gripped the sides of the bench to keep from being pitched out.
As predicted, the skirt of my dress fluttered up. The cool breeze brushed across my naked pussy. The boat steadied, and I instinctively pushed the dress back down.
He scowled at me.
“Sorry. After years of propriety and not being a complete and utter slut, it’s a habit of mine to not let my dress fly up and over my damn head. Especially when I’m not wearing panties, which, because I’m not the aforementioned slut, I’m usually wearing.”
He tried to keep character with a stern expression, but I could see a smile fighting to break through. He wanted to play, and I decided to join him. I jutted my chin forward defiantly and pushed the dress back down to cover myself. I gasped as he stood back up fast enough to dip the back of the boat down. We took on a little water.
Without a word, he grabbed up one of the lines that was used to tie off the boat.
He came over and leaned down. “Today, darlin’, you are a slut. An extremely beautiful, completely unabashed slut.” He knelt behind the bench I was on and pulled my hands behind my back.
“But, Tommy—”
He ignored me and tied my hands together. Then he pressed his mouth against my ear. “Open your thighs for me.”
My heart was racing with the delicious terror of being bound. Frissons of delight wracked my body at hearing his sharp demand. He walked back to his bench and sat down, gazing at me as if he would devour me right there on the unsteady boat. And I would not have denied him. He was making me so wet with need, I was nearly in tears with wanting him.
I opened my legs willingly, giving him a full view. He groaned in appreciation. The sexual tension between us was like nitro glycerin, one small move and it seemed we’d be ripping the boat apart to get to each other.
The breeze cooled the sticky moisture between my legs. A strand of hair blew across my face, and without thinking, I moved my hand to brush it away. But the rope ground against my wrist. I was his captive today, a very willing captive.
A small island loomed in the distance. It looked like a crest of land, covered in lush foliage and lined with sparkling white sand.
The boat flew over the rippling current and we reached the shore of the island. Tommy turned off the motor, hopped into the water and dragged the boat to the beach. My hands were still bound as he lifted me and dropped me over his shoulder. My dress kicked up and my naked ass could feel the heat of the sun as it beamed down on us.
He lowered me to my feet and returned to the boat for our things. I stood there feeling c
ompletely helpless with my hands bound and my dress flipping up to expose my naked body beneath. I glanced around. It reminded me of a movie scene, a lush tropical deserted island where pirates or dinosaurs might jump out of the trees at any minute.
Tommy returned to the beach carrying our stuff, but his face had changed. The stern, authoritarian expression he had mustered for this ‘fun’ had vanished, and there was an urgent look of need on his face.
He threw down the stuff and stomped toward me in a way that made me stumble back at first. But the second his hands grabbed me, I swayed toward him. He held me, bound as I was, against him as he kissed my mouth. His hands yanked the dress up, and my naked body shivered in the breeze. His mouth trailed down my neck as he reached behind and unzipped my dress. He pushed it down to expose my naked breasts. His mouth continued along its erotic trail to my nipples. A tiny sound rolled from my lips as his teeth took hold of my nipple, biting it just hard enough to make my pussy even wetter.
Then he reached back and yanked off his shirt. His chest and arm muscles bulged with tension as he undid his shorts. I swayed on my feet, dizzy with need. I worried that I might fall face first with no hands to stop me.
Tommy pushed his shorts down and his thick, glistening cock sprang free. The sight of it made my head spin more, and he caught me before I fell backward.
His cock pressed against me and he pushed his mouth against mine. “I’m sorry, darlin’, I thought I could prolong this, but I have to have you now. Right fucking now. I’m in agony. Fuck this rope, I need your hands on me, baby.” He reached around and untied my wrists.
My hands still tingled as I reached forward and wrapped one hand around his cock as the other took a firm hold of his rock hard ass. I smoothed my palm over his naked ass and slid my hand down to cup his balls. He pushed toward me, grinding the tip of his cock, now wet with cum against my stomach. As my hand moved forward and back on his long, turgid shaft, he tightened his grip on me.
“God, baby,” he growled in my ear, “your hands are nearly as sweet as your pussy. But my cock wants badly to be inside of you.”
This statement coaxed a pleading sound from my lips. It was a whisper soft sound nearly drowned out by the rhythmic pounding of the waves on the shore, but he heard it.
He took roughly hold of my arms as his cock became more urgent and hard in my hand. “You like that, darlin? You want me inside of you?”
“I do, yes, I do.” I stared down at his beautiful cock. “I want all of it inside of me.”
He grabbed my wrist, and reluctantly, I released him. He kissed the knuckles on the back of my hand and turned away from me. He picked up one of the blankets, and with some frustration in battling the wind and his desire to get it done fast, he finally got it stretched out over the hot, white sand. He leaned down and pulled a condom from his shorts. I was relieved to see that my stepbrother, the playboy, was not being reckless with his life.
Tommy pulled me toward the blanket and lowered me down onto it. He rolled on the condom with one hand while pushing my dress up high above my waist with the other. There was no one for miles, not a boat on the horizon or a pair of footsteps in the sand, other than our own. But I felt completely and wickedly exposed with my legs spread wide and the tropical moisture mingling with the creamy wetness between my legs.
Tommy leaned over me and kissed me tenderly at first, contrasting perfectly with the intense look of agony on his face and the rigidness of his body, a body that was ready to spring fiercely into action. I ran my hands over his massive arms. They were so tense and hard, it nearly scared me. He could crush me. He could do whatever he liked, and I couldn’t fight him off. But I wouldn’t fight him off because I wanted him just as badly.
He lifted his mouth from mine and pushed my thighs wider with his knees. One hand slid under my ass and immediately he jammed his finger in to my anus to lift my pussy higher. He stared down at the space between us, watching as my pussy swallowed his impossibly long cock. I dug my fingernails into his arm as he jammed farther inside of me, finding an intimate spot that had never been touched. I cried out as he pushed his finger farther into my ass, causing my hips to buck against him and his cock to drive in deeper. Then suddenly, we weren’t just connected physically. I was completely overwhelmed at the thought of Tommy having complete control of my body, and I never wanted him to stop. I wanted to be his and just his.
Tears filled my eyes with the thought that it could never be, we could never be.
I hadn’t wanted him to see the tears. He didn’t need to know how I felt. It was just a day of ‘fun’ for him, a day of fun that would eventually leave my heart a tattered, broken mess.
“Dani,” he called my name, and it ripped me from the haze. “Should I stop?” he asked the question, but it seemed an answer of yes would have killed him. He made that all too clear in his expression.
I reached up and curled my hand around his neck and brought his mouth close to mine. “Never. Don’t ever stop, Tommy.”
He slammed his cock into me, and impaled my ass deeper with his finger to push my hips up. My pussy met each thrust. With the sensual setting and the wild abandon of being out in the open, stark naked and fucking like crazy, I climaxed after just a few minutes. As my pussy trembled and clamped down around him, Tommy growled in ecstasy as he came.
Chapter 15
Tommy
We’d fallen fast asleep wrapped in the blanket, Dani tucked securely against me. She stirred, and it instantly brought my cock to attention. She made a cute sound in her sleep that only intensified my erection.
Her long lashes fluttered open, and her blue eyes peered up at me.
“Hey,” I said. It was all I could stutter out as I realized I’d been choked up with the idea of having her as my own. I’d thought one wild afternoon of fucking would have dampened my craving for her, but it hadn’t. The opposite had happened. I wanted her again, and I wanted her forever. But that was never going to be. For now, I still had the rest of the afternoon, and I wasn’t going to waste one fucking second of it.
“Hey,” she said softly. Her lithe body stretched like a cat in my arms, causing my cock and every muscle in my body to tighten even more. “Is it time to go back already?” There was disappointment in her tone, and it made me smile. She wanted to stay, and I had no intention of letting her go yet.
“No, we can linger here for awhile longer.”
She snuggled against me. “Good. I feel like we’re the last two people on the planet, and everything unpleasant and ugly in the world has been sucked away into the abyss. Just you, me, this picturesque island. And with no jobs or long commutes, there would be a lot of free time for sex.”
“Sounds good to me. There’s even a little hut on the island that Nana had fashioned after one of her favorite television shows ‘Gilligan’s Island’.”
“No way, really?” She sat up and made a futile attempt at smoothing down her wild, tangled hair.
“Really. Not completely sure if it’s still standing, but we can go explore.”
“Fun. Your grandma is something else.” She looked out at the water. “Remember when she used to lecture us if we were fighting over the remote—”
“Oh yeah, it was her version of the ‘walked ten miles to school in the snow’ sob story, only it was about the television.”
Dani laughed and wiggled her bottom in the sand to ready herself for her Nana impersonation. “When I was young there were only five channels, and the person who chose the program was the person who was willing to get up to change the darn channel.” She smiled down at me.
“Pretty good,” I said. “I think Nana would like it.” I got up and offered her my hand. “There’s a watering hole in the center of the island that gets filled with rainwater. Want to go for a swim?”
She glanced down at her wrinkled and half undone sundress. “But
I don’t have a suit.”
“Precisely.”
She took my hand and we gathered up our things. The island was small. You could cross the width of it in a thirty minute, brisk walk. The top of Nana’s Gilligan hut poked up above some plants. The thatching had dried to a crisp, and it looked as white as the surrounding sand, but the structure was still sound. True to the television show, there was a large hammock and a bamboo table and chairs next to it. My grandmother had even bought a set of coconut shell cups to go with it. There was a bed too. Nana had said the hammock was too uncomfortable. She’d always spent a lot of time cruising around the Caribbean with us on our summer vacations, but Kenneth and I had both grown too old for family trips. We’d had our own stuff to do, and now, I felt sort of guilty that we’d stopped going with her.
Dani had gotten some sun during our adventures on the sand. Some of her hair strands sparkled like white gold. Her face was glowing with color, making her blue eyes stand out even more.
She gripped her unzipped dress with the unbuttoned bodice against her.
I walked over and pushed her chin up so I could take advantage of her beautiful mouth while I undressed her. She responded to my kiss by dropping her head back and parting her lips more. I pushed the dress to the floor.
She pushed off her shoes and for a brief second went to cross her arms over her naked body. My admonishing look stopped her.
“Yes, master, forgive me,” she said and dropped her arms to her sides.
“That’s better.” I went to the ice chest and pulled out two waters and two apples. We munched the fruit as we walked stark naked to the small, rainwater pond.” Nana had conveniently had a stone path laid to lead us to the pond without having to use a machete to reach it. The trees and plants vibrated with birds and other wildlife. It really did feel like we were the last two people on earth.
I parted some of the vines that had grown between the two palms marking the entrance to the pond. Rainwater swelled up its banks as it sparkled navy blue in the shade of the trees.