PleaseSir

by Sindra vin Yssel

  “I’m just here to enjoy the island and its distractions,” said Julia. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Maybe I’m just not that good with grammar.” She hoped she wasn’t blushing. If anyone was blushing it should be Natalie. She was the one who was naked.

  “Well,” said Carter, “we’re your distraction for the morning.”

  “You?” Julia tried to keep her face from showing her disappointment. Carter was taken, as Natalie had pointed out. And she wasn’t into girls. She wasn’t sure she wanted to try another threesome but if she did it definitely had to be two men.

  “Yeah, afraid so. At least until Tom and Roger show up.”

  “I think they’re planning something sneaky,” offered Natalie.

  Carter put his fingers to his lips and gave Natalie a warning glance, and she pantomimed zipping her lips.

  Well, that might be interesting. Sneaky like what happened at the pool? She shifted her legs. The word sneaky shouldn’t instantly make her think of sex or make her pussy tingle. Maybe that wasn’t it. Maybe it was the planning. Yeah, she definitely wanted Tom to have plans for her. And if he wanted to make them with Roger, she’d keep an open mind at least. She supposed she’d have to wait. A lot of police work was waiting, though she’d never been horribly fond of it. “So what are we doing?”

  “Well, I have a paper of Natalie’s she asked me to take a look at, so I thought I’d finish with that—it’s looking good so far, love, just a couple of typos—and you two girls could talk. It’s a nice day out, so maybe you’d enjoy spending time by the pool?”

  “May I put some clothes on, Master?” asked Natalie.

  Carter grinned and shook his head. “But you’re allowed to don a towel if it makes you feel more comfortable.”

  “It wasn’t my comfort I was worried about, Master.”

  Carter kissed Natalie’s cheek in approval. Natalie was right. Julia considered how she hadn’t objected to Natalie being naked while she was clothed when the awkwardness was on the other foot. It was actually very considerate of her. And, she supposed, there wasn’t much point in showing off when the men weren’t looking anyway.

  They finished breakfast. Carter appointed himself to do the cleanup, so Natalie and Julia walked outside. Natalie opened up the big plastic ice cooler-like box that held the towels and wrapped one around herself before sitting on the edge of one of the chairs. Julia figured that she might as well relax while she was on vacation and took one of the lounge chairs nearby, leaning back.

  “So. Am I right?” asked Natalie. “It’s Tom you want, isn’t it?”

  “Roger’s good-looking.”

  Natalie gave Julia a look that said she saw right through her evasion.

  “And he knows what he’s doing with a woman,” added Julia, trying again.

  “I wouldn’t know,” said Natalie. “So does Tom? I think they all have discussions and share their tricks with each other. It seems only fair we do the same.”

  “Oh yeah, Tom knows what he’s doing.” Julia blushed.

  “When I first came here, Tom was assigned as my Dom,” said Natalie.

  A surge of jealousy hit Julia and she opened her mouth without thinking. “Did you—?” She realized that even cut off, the question had the same meaning as if she’d said it all. Did you sleep with my man? She had no business feeling that way, but it didn’t change how she felt.

  “I did not. I didn’t want a Dom at all.”

  “So why were you here?”

  “I was doing research. On an orchid. Anyway, we were all paired off and I escaped Tom by saying I had a headache. I wasn’t worried about the others. Carter had a redhead with perfect breasts who was a natural at being a submissive. I figured she’d keep him busy but he caught me sneaking around, and after that I was hooked. Fortunately, he was too. I think once you meet the right man, no other man will do.”

  The problem with that philosophy is that it could leave Julia pining for a man who hadn’t met the right woman yet. “There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

  “Yep. And some of them are sharks.”

  That would be Roger. And Tom. Top of the food chain and they knew it. But maybe Natalie meant that one needed to find a man because some men were dangerous, so better to settle. Julia didn’t buy that either. If she had been willing to settle, she’d have chosen an easier profession. And a vanilla man. Would that be a tuna? Maybe I’m stretching the analogy too far. “Is Carter a shark?”

  Natalie chuckled. “Maybe he is, at that. But I seem to be his favorite and only snack. Have to admit what you and Roger and Tom were doing looked hot, but…”

  “Do you ever want to give it a try?”

  Natalie shook her head. “I don’t think Carter would give me the option, but even if he would, it’s not for me.”

  “What if he wanted to?”

  “Then we’d have an argument,” said Natalie firmly. “Which he would lose. But it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t.”

  Julia’s eyes widened. Natalie had seemed so submissive she hadn’t expected such a forceful answer. Clearly that submission had limits. Good on you.

  “So you don’t do everything he tells you to do?”

  “Oh, he doesn’t go wrong very often.” Natalie grinned. “Sometimes I think he just tells me to do everything I want to do. Other times he gets this glint in his eye, and I know he’s going to push my limits. But I trust him to push just hard enough.”

  “You enjoy having your limits pushed?”

  Natalie thought about it for a moment. “Enjoy? Maybe. It can be very satisfying to do more than you thought you could. And I love making him proud. He always makes me feel good about myself but after I’ve done something difficult for him I feel even better. Does that make sense?”

  Julia smiled. “It makes all kinds of sense.” The undercover operation had been all kinds of stress, but when it was done she felt confident. Without it, she might not have had the guts to come to Submission Island, especially with the uncertainty hanging between her and Tom.

  “I think it’s a different experience for everyone.”

  “How long have you been with Carter?”

  “It’s been over a year now,” said Natalie.

  “And you think it’s going to last?”

  “I know it is.”

  Julia believed her. Another question popped into her mind. “Has he ever asked you to beg?”

  “Hmm. I guess that depends on your definitions. One time we— Oh!” Natalie shivered.

  “Oh?”

  “Um, Master is calling. I know he wants me to be here with you, so I’m sure I won’t be long.”

  Julia blinked. Natalie was naked underneath the towel, and Julia was very sure she hadn’t brought a cell phone or a pager out. There’d been no bell and Natalie’s back was to the house. “How do you know?”

  Natalie blushed. “He pages me. Makes me jump every time.”

  Julia thought being on a pager for work was bad enough. But maybe if the result of being paged was sex with Tom, she’d reconsider. “But where do you keep your pager?”

  Natalie rose from the chair and Julia heard a slight buzz. “It’s not where I keep it,” Natalie said. “It’s where he puts it. I’ll be right back. I’m hoping he made us margaritas.” She turned and walked to the house.

  It’s early for drinking. Julia had seen no signs of anyone drinking much at all on Submission Island. Lounging by the pool with a slushy drink in hand seemed like a good idea, however. She was enjoying talking to Natalie. She’d always thought of her relationship with Tom as something that couldn’t possibly last. The sex had always been hot. Maybe that was why, in a perverse way. Somehow kinky and lasting didn’t go together in her mind. Yet Natalie and Carter seemed to make it work.

  She watched Natalie open the door and then drop the towel. Something glittered for a moment between her ass cheeks. A butt plug, but a pretty one. That must be how Carter pages her. Does she have to be naked before she gets to Carter, even if she
’s fetching drinks? Julia wasn’t sure whether that was demeaning or incredibly hot. Such a ritual could fill any activity with sexual tension. She remembered Natalie’s indecent apron. Julia was sure she couldn’t go around dressed that way without being aroused. What was it like to have that humming away at the back of one’s mind all the time?

  Or to have something inside her bum that might hum at any time? It was a lot to think about. She knew she’d have more questions when Natalie returned.

  Does Tom talk about me?

  Julia always struggled to stay in a chair when she was thinking hard about something, and she got up to walk with no real destination in mind. Over to the other side of the pool and back, perhaps. She took a step forward.

  She heard a sound behind her, but before she could turn, her wrists were grabbed by two viselike hands. She tried to wriggle free but the grip was too firm. She heard the familiar click of steel handcuffs and felt them chafe against her wrists. Training took over. Without her hands, she knew she couldn’t outfight a strong adversary, but she could buy time. She screamed and whirled into a kick.

  Chapter Five

  Julia faced two big strong men, both wearing all black with ski masks. They each had a coil of rope at their hips. The one who had handcuffed her caught her leg as it swung around and pulled, destroying her balance. The other caught her arms as she fell. She’d been taken down as easily as a rookie. But there wasn’t any time to feel bad when she was in danger. She opened her mouth to scream again and then stopped.

  She wasn’t in Brisbane or even a small town in the interior. She was on an island, and she’d been too embarrassed to tell even her work where she was going. There were only two men her assailants could be, and that was Tom and Roger. They both had the right build. Even covered head to toe, she knew who they were. My crazy kidnap fantasy. She relaxed.

  So did they. The one who had grabbed her arms—Tom, because he had broader shoulders—picked her up as if she were a bride going over a threshold. Roger moved quickly toward the jungle path. Tom, carrying her, followed.

  She’d always had dreams of being subdued by a big, strong man, although she certainly didn’t want to be raped. The fantasy had always made her feel guilty, but it had still inspired more climaxes than she could count. She wasn’t sure what it was that made the idea so hot, but she’d read somewhere that it had something to do with a man’s evolutionary fitness. She wasn’t sure she bought it. She didn’t think the fantasy had anything to do with having kids. “It’s a fantasy. I can stop it at any time,” she had told herself. That was very different from the reality of being attacked.

  And here, I could use my safe word.

  Tom was holding her far too loosely, as if he was concerned about her comfort, although the handcuffs were a nice touch. She remembered Tom saying that he didn’t use real handcuffs for bondage because they were hard on the submissive’s wrists, but clearly nylon cuffs would spoil the scene Tom and Roger were trying to set.

  One thing about my fantasies though. I never surrender without a fight.

  Using Tom for leverage, she pushed out with both legs in the middle of Roger’s back, just as Roger’s weight leaned forward. He stumbled and fell onto the jungle path, helped down by a large vine that tangled his feet. The same force pushed Tom backward. She rolled out of his arms and managed to land in a crouch. There wasn’t anywhere to run, but she had to try. She ran around the swimming pool, toward where the broad blue ocean beckoned.

  Tom grabbed her before she had gotten a dozen steps. This time he wasn’t so gentle. One arm wrapped around her thighs, the other around her chest. She kicked his shin with the back of her heel. He ignored that and carried her, struggling, back toward the jungle.

  “Tie her legs,” he said in a gruff voice that wasn’t his own. Julia tried not to giggle. Roger, who had recovered, grabbed her legs and wrapped rope around her ankles, pulling it tight. Tom’s large hand covered her left breast and squeezed. That wasn’t part of subduing her. She should make him pay for sloppy kidnapping technique, but bound and up against two men who were probably all too ready for her to struggle now, she wasn’t going to get another chance. Besides, his hand felt good.

  Tom tossed her over his shoulder, butt skyward. He grabbed her ankles with one hand. In that position she could probably roll off, but she’d land headfirst. It wasn’t worth it. As much fun as it was to resist, she was right where she wanted to be.

  He pulled her into the dark jungle. They walked single file down the narrow path. The high canopy of trees cut off almost all the light, even in late morning. Roger took the rear this time, possibly to stop her from running toward the house if she got free. She couldn’t see where they were going but she could feel the occasional branch swat against her and hear the chittering of birds in the trees. She knew where the path led.

  Roger reached forward and yanked up on her dress, pulling the hem past her waist and Tom’s shoulder. When he let go, the skirt of the dress fell over her face, stopping her from seeing anything at all. A hand—Tom’s, she guessed—patted her bottom as if to remind her how flimsy the white lace panties were.

  “Hey!” she complained.

  There wasn’t any response. Maybe they were trying not to let her hear their voices, to help maintain the illusion, or maybe her complaints weren’t worth registering unless they came in the form of a safe word. Either way, they were in control.

  The change from eerie darkness to sunlight was sudden and made her blink to adjust. Even with her dress in front of her face, she could tell that they had exited the jungle. At the end of the path was a small cove with a sandy beach. Julia knew that from her investigation. That had to be where they were now, not far from the small shed the men had built there.

  She felt a pair of hands on her hips. Since she could still feel Tom’s hand on her ankle, they had to be Roger’s. She tried to squirm away. He pulled her panties down, but not off, because he couldn’t get them past the knot on her ankles. She arched her body and kicked at him with both feet. It wasn’t fair that Roger kept getting the benefits of her struggles, but it was his fault for giving her openings. She connected with his chest and smirked, satisfied. Whatever the consequences, it was worth it.

  Tom bent over and dropped her on the sand. It was soft enough to cushion her, but it still felt rather unceremonious. Like I was a sack. Or a kidnap victim.

  “Feisty, isn’t she?” asked Roger. He didn’t make any attempt to disguise his voice. Maybe I knocked him off balance.

  “Li’l bit.” Tom used his normal voice too.

  “What should we do with her?”

  “I was thinking sex,” said Tom. “But I’m thinking now that’s too easy. Let’s take her in and tie her to the chair, and then we’ll play with her. Let’s bring her to the edge and then decide.”

  To the edge of what? She could hear the water lapping at the shore. But that didn’t square with tying her on a chair. Oh.

  Either I’m in for a great time or I’m going to be very frustrated.

  “Don’t kick us again,” said Tom. He pulled the dress back from her face and crouched down over her. His mask was off, as was Roger’s. Tom’s face shone with sweat. It wasn’t cool on the island, and that ski mask must have been uncomfortable and itchy.

  She held back her sympathy because she thought it was out of place in a kidnapping. “Or what?” she asked belligerently.

  “Or we’ll raise your ransom.”

  “My ransom?”

  Tom chuckled. “I do believe Natalie is working on paying it right now. But if I know Carter, it will take her a while. You wouldn’t want Natalie to suffer for your misbehavior, would you?”

  She wasn’t sure what that meant exactly, but it figured Carter and Natalie were in on the whole thing somehow. They’d set her up. Or maybe Carter had, and Natalie was innocently following directions. Julia suspected whatever was going on, Natalie was enjoying herself, so she didn’t take the threat seriously. Still, it was the sort of thing a kidnapp
er might do—threaten an innocent victim.

  Roger bent down next to her and rolled her over so she was facedown on the sand. She couldn’t stop him. Tom held her arms while he unsnapped the handcuffs. When they were free, he pulled them up over her head and Roger moved to straddle her back so she couldn’t roll free.

  “Get me some cloth,” Tom said. “I want some extra padding on these wrists.”

  Padding. What kidnapper wants padding? But the thought went away when Roger grabbed the dress between her shoulder blades and pulled, ripping it loudly. He pulled again, ripping some more, until she could feel the cool air from the surf on her back. He handed Tom a wad of fabric.

  Tom wrapped it around her wrists and then tied them with the coil of rope at his hip. He checked to make sure it was snug. “Good,” he said. “Flip her.”

  Roger got up and rolled her over. He headed for the shed and opened the door. Tom pulled her into an almost sitting position so that her back was off the sand. Then he kept pulling. Her butt rubbed against the sand, protected somewhat by the dress, as he dragged her toward the shed.

  “I can walk,” she protested. “Well, I could if you undid my ankles.”

  “And I could carry you,” Tom replied. “But that wouldn’t be as much fun.”

  Fun for whom? But actually, it was fun. It strained her arms and she couldn’t do it for long, but it was nice to feel his strength and not to have to do anything. “Whee!” she said.

  “Hush,” said Roger. “You’re being kidnapped. Hostages do not go ‘whee!’”

  Tom laughed.

  When she’d last been to Submission Island, the shed had been full of supplies. It wasn’t a large building. It was bigger than a bathroom and smaller than a child’s bedroom. They kept a small set of dry goods on shelves, the kind that would keep and make a good instant meal, some bondage gear, some scuba equipment—everything the Doms might want if they had a woman out on the cove. It had been searched as part of the police investigation. But today it had been cleared of most of that stuff and felt more like a room than storage. She looked around. A whip hung on the wall. The shelves were gone. A single wooden chair sat dead center in the middle of the room and a rubber dildo had been glued on right in the middle of the seat. Her eyes widened.