“You wouldn’t.”
“Of course I would,” said Tom. “Lube her up,” he told Roger.
Roger opened a wooden chest that she knew was full of BDSM gear. No. I want Tom’s hands. He pulled out a bottle of lube from the chest, but he didn’t approach Julia. Instead he poured the lube on the rubber dildo until it glistened. She supposed she was next. She didn’t want to safe word. She was curious as to what was going to happen. And she knew she wasn’t supposed to try to dictate the scene by telling the Doms who could do what. She hesitated.
Roger tossed the bottle of lube to Tom, who caught it. Julia breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t sure why exactly it ought to make a difference, but it did. Maybe if she thought about it some more she would figure it out.
Tom held the bottle in his teeth. Then he picked her up by the waist and flipped her over in one motion, ending any chance of thinking. He grabbed her dress and ripped it the rest of the way, until the fabric flopped forward to leave her entire back and bottom uncovered. Julia shrieked.
Then she shrieked again when cool lube drizzled against her butt. He could have warmed it up first—but what kidnapper would do that? He slid his finger through the lube and tickled her anus. She clenched instinctively, trying to resist his entry. He waited, then nudged in when she partly relaxed. Then he pushed in farther. First one finger, then two, slickening her insides and massaging the tissue within. It was bad enough him seeing her that way. With an audience—Roger was now leaning against the wall, watching—it was embarrassing to be manhandled so easily. But his fingers felt good. Two was perfect. It didn’t stretch her to the point of discomfort. A moan escaped her lips.
Then he withdrew. “Now you’re ready.” He tipped her upright and started to set her on the chair. She kicked it. It was heavier than she expected and it hurt her feet. Must be solid oak. Nonetheless, it was satisfying to send it skittering across the room. Just because her wrists and ankles were bound didn’t mean she was completely helpless.
“Oh Kelly, you’ll pay for that,” Tom said. “Roger?”
Roger picked up the chair, set it back in place and held it.
“My feet slipped,” Julia said.
“Lying, hmm?” said Tom. “Noted.” He lowered her down, and this time he squeezed her legs between his so she couldn’t move them. The dildo pressed against her ass. She tried to squirm out of the way, but Roger followed with the chair and lifted it. The dildo lodged in. Then Tom pushed her down and it slid in the rest of the way, going in far deeper than his fingers had. Julia tried to keep herself from making a sound, but she ended up grunting. She brought her hands forward, spread her legs slightly so that her hands could reach the chair between them and pushed up to try to get some relief. Tom grabbed her hands. Roger pushed down on her shoulders.
“You’re not going anywhere, Kelly.”
“I’m not going to give up without a fight.”
Tom grinned. “I know. That’s one of the things I love about you.”
Love? She knew she shouldn’t make too much of a casual statement, but hearing the word from him made her heart skip a beat. Do I love him?
She didn’t have an answer.
He untied her wrists, but that didn’t give her any freedom because he could hold them securely in one hand. He switched grips to hold one in each, then pushed them back, handing them to Roger along with the rope. Julia tried to wrest her hands free at the moment of transition but the two men worked together too well. Roger pulled her hands behind and tied her wrists again, this time lashing them to the back of the chair.
“That’s better. Almost have you where we want you, I think.”
“Almost?”
“Almost.” Tom grabbed what was left of her dress and tore it off her. He’d planned on ripping it when he’d left it for her, she realized. Then he and Roger went back to the chest.
If it had been real, Julia knew the smart thing to do would have been to wait for a better opportunity, but she was having fun struggling. She bent forward, trying to tip the chair forward with thoughts of hopping out or at least getting caught trying. Instead, she bonked the back of her skull with the top of the chair. “Ow.”
“You okay?” asked Tom, who was at her side in a flash.
Julia laughed. “Yeah. Just a little knock.”
He leaned over and kissed the back of her head.
“For a kidnapper, you’re very considerate,” Julia told him.
“Good thing one of us isn’t besotted, isn’t it?” asked Roger. He passed a short length of rope to Tom, who glared at him. Both men crouched down, but Julia barely noticed.
Besotted, huh? What did men talk about when women weren’t around? Or more specifically, what did these two men talk about when she wasn’t? When she was dating Tom in Cairns, she knew he was kind and considerate, even when he insisted on being in charge. She assumed he was that way with everyone, and was treating her the way he would any other woman. She’d never thought he had feelings for her exactly. Feelings were her department, not that she was entirely comfortable with the ones she had. That was part of why she had thought he wouldn’t be too crushed if she ran away. But now she’d seen his anger when Roger was topping her. And there were things he loved about her.
She looked down as her legs were forced apart. Each man had tied a rope around one of her ankles and untied them from each other while she was lost in thought. Tom ripped her underwear in half. That held her attention. Working as a team, the two men tied her ankles snugly to each chair leg.
Even with her ankles bound apart she could still mostly close her thighs. She did so. For once, a bit of extra padding worked to her advantage and helped her hide her pussy.
Tom grinned and held up more rope. The men put their hands under her thighs and slipped a doubled-up rope through the gap created. They wrapped the rope around her upper legs and then tied the rope together under the chair, spreading her wide open.
“Pretty, lovely pussy. So nice and smooth,” said Tom, running his hand over her shaved mound.
“Bastards,” she said.
“And to think a moment ago you were accusing me of being too considerate.” Tom reached in his pocket and pulled out a Swiss Army knife. He flicked it open to reveal a sharp blade. “Stay very still, Kelly.”
Her eyes widened and she nodded. For the first time since they’d grabbed her, she felt afraid. She froze.
He slipped the blade between her chest and the bra, and cut it off. The two cups flopped open.
“You know, it fastens in the back,” Julia said, letting out a breath.
“Really?” asked Tom in a voice that indicated he knew already. “But that’s no fun.” He moved to her side and cut a shoulder strap. Then he walked around and cut the other. Each time the cold metal of the dull back of the knife touched her skin she had to fight the urge to shiver. Finally he moved behind her.
“You know,” he said, “you shiver delightfully.”
“Glad you’re amused,” she said frostily.
“It’s not just me.” He cupped her left breast and ran his thumb over her hardened nipple.
“I’m cold,” she said, knowing that wasn’t why her nipples were hard as gems and aching. She wiggled and felt the dildo in her ass.
“It’s not chilly in here.”
“The knife is cold.”
“Is that it? Do you like having something in your ass, Kelly?”
“Of course not.”
“Let’s check, shall we?” His hand dropped to her thigh.
She already knew what he’d find if he touched her pussy. She was wet. She couldn’t attribute that to the cold. The intruder in her ass was part of it, although she didn’t think it was most of it. Every time he’d cut her bra she’d gotten more turned-on. Roger was sitting on top of the chest now, watching. Her face turned pink. “Okay, I like it, I like it,” she admitted.
“Good. You might sit that way for the rest of your stay here.” He slid his finger along her pussy lips, and then lean
ed forward as he stuck the finger in his mouth and licked it clean.
She didn’t know what here meant. Did he mean while she was in the shed, or while she was on the island? But she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of asking. Nor did she want to give him any ideas.
He pushed her forward and slipped the knife between her back and the bra. He could just grab it and it would come off at this point. It’s not in the way of anything anyway. The only reason it hasn’t fallen off is that it’s been pressed against the chair. But he still cut it. Then he tossed the parts to the floor. So much pretty lace wasted.
She didn’t have anything wearable for the trip back. She looked around. Maybe they’d planned for that and there was some clothing somewhere, but she didn’t see anything.
He cupped her breasts with both hands this time. He plucked at her nipples, pulling them and then letting them go, followed with a gentle caress. “Vibe,” Tom said.
Her attention went to Roger, who was sitting on the big wooden chest. He got off and opened it. “Which?”
“Let’s try the butterfly.”
Roger brought out something that looked like a big pink rubber butterfly with a bunch of straps on it. It didn’t look anything like the vibrator she had at home. He handed it to Tom, who pressed it to her pussy and flicked a switch. The butterfly’s nose pressed right up against her clit and the body nestled between her lips, and when it started buzzing it startled her. It was surprisingly intense, despite the lack of penetration. It shook against every external nerve available, and the dildo in her ass vibrated in sympathy.
“Do you like that?”
She decided to give him the truth this time. “Yes.” She wiggled as much as she could, which wasn’t much.
He flicked it off and moved around her to fasten some of the straps. One went under her thighs, the other around her waist. He pulled them snug. She thought when he was done he’d turn it on again, but he didn’t.
“I said I liked it!”
“Yes. And I’m the one who decides when you get pleasure, and how and how much.”
Damn him. She glared. He’ll get me off eventually, won’t he? He crouched between her legs and ran his fingers lightly over her arms, and she shivered again. He did the same to her legs, moving from her thighs down to her feet, skipping over the ropes. He ran his palms across her belly, to her sides. She knew what he was doing. He was avoiding her most erogenous areas, knowing she craved his intimate touch. Fine. I can take that.
He stood up and walked behind her.
“Gonna give me a back rub?” she asked, trying to provoke a reaction.
“No.” He reached around and cupped her breasts. “I like playing with these instead.”
“If I were you,” said Roger. “I’d punish her for sassing.”
“I’m holding punishment back for something else,” replied Tom.
Uh oh. That sounded ominous. But whatever it was, if she didn’t do it he wouldn’t have any provocation. The problem was, he sounded sure she would.
He tugged at her nipples again, harder than he had before. He rolled them over in his thumbs, pinched them until they stung. Every time she anticipated how he would touch her, he managed to do it more lightly or squeeze a little tighter. He always seemed to know how much pressure to give her and where she wanted to be touched, but this time it was as if he was deliberately choosing not to. In spite of that, she couldn’t help but be aroused. It was yet one more way of enforcing that he was in control, not her. Her nipples were getting harder and aching more. She hoped he wasn’t perverse enough to respond by leaving them alone entirely.
“Switch, please,” Tom said as he pinched her nipples. Roger leaned forward and reached between her legs. He flicked the switch on the butterfly. It buzzed to life. Tom let go of her tits and she yelped as the blood rushed back into her constricted peaks. Before she could process the pain he flicked his fingernails against her nipples. She shrieked. That hurt. Her hands strained against the ropes as she instinctively tried to protect her breasts from harm.
As the pain faded, it warmed her and sent tendrils of pleasure down below. As if sensing that, Roger pushed on the butterfly, pressing it harder into her clit and deeper between her labia. Her shriek turned into a moan.
“Ah yes, we’ll do that again,” said Tom.
“Yeah, she likes it,” agreed Roger.
She wanted to argue but it was pointless. There was nothing she could do to stop them. Roger flicked off the vibrator and took his hand away. Tom flicked her nipples again. This time she didn’t scream. Roger waited a second, then pushed the butterfly forward while turning it on. Her clit swelled against it, making it even more intense. Her core tightened and she clenched the dildo in her ass. She writhed, not sure whether she was trying to escape the sensations or intensify them.
Roger turned it off again. She caught her breath. Then they repeated it. Off. Flick. Pain. Vibration. Pleasure. “Again,” said Tom, and they did it all over. She wished they wouldn’t stop. Tom could keep flicking away if they would only leave the vibrator on and let her come.
“She’s close,” said Roger.
“We’ll stop then,” said Tom.
No. Not now. But Roger ignored her silent plea. He turned the butterfly off and stepped back to his place sitting on the chest. Tom walked around her as if he were inspecting her.
“Nice, hard, red nipples,” he said.
And aching. “You can flick them some more if you want to,” Julia said, although she didn’t know what she wanted anymore. Except the vibrator being on. She definitely wanted that.
“I know I can.” Tom crouched between her legs. “Nice wet pussy. Very wet. Makes my cock hard.”
“You could…” she started, but decided not to finish. Fuck me. But he knew that too, and if she said it he probably wouldn’t.
Tom grinned. He took the butterfly vibe away and slipped a couple of fingers inside. “Oh yeah. Very wet.” She pushed forward to try to meet him but he took his fingers away and she ended up moving the dildo inside her. Maybe I can come just from wiggling on that.
Tom inhaled, then licked her juices from his fingers slowly and deliberately. She watched, unable to turn away. She didn’t taste that good, she was sure. But he looked as if he were tasting his favorite ice cream.
Then he turned to Roger. “So. What’s up?”
“Nothing much,” said Roger, grinning. “Australia’s got a good team this year. I really like some of the young fast bowlers.”
“Me talking to you about cricket is like you talking to me about the Mariners.”
“That’s basketball?” asked Roger.
Me. Pay attention to me. The worst thing was, she didn’t even think the two men were into their conversation. They were deliberately leaving her there to squirm, knowing she’d almost had an orgasm. If her head were clearer she would have argued with Roger about the bowlers to spite them both, but instead she put her energies into straining against her ropes. That was pointless too. She was securely tied. The men knew what they were doing.
Finally Tom turned to her. “Okay, I think we’re ready to start again.”
“You bastard. Both of you. You—”
He shut her up by pressing his lips up against hers, which didn’t strike her as very kidnapper-like at all. Her lips parted to welcome his tongue. He plundered her mouth with a claiming kiss. When he finally moved his head back she was out of breath. If he hadn’t been so callous the moment before, she would have believed it meant something. She’d never been kissed that way before.
He bent down to suck a breast into his mouth. The warm wetness of his tongue on her stiff peak and the gentle suction made her moan. His fingers closed around her other nipple, creating a very different sensation, a stinging pinch that made her jerk in the chair. Not that it helped. She couldn’t get away.
She looked over Tom’s head to Roger, who was obviously enjoying the view. She wondered if she’d ever get used to having an audience for intimate moments. If
I leave here, I might never have to deal with that again. I ought to want that. But having Roger watch made the experience hotter. Not knowing what would happen next, not being in control of what happened or who watched or even who participated—all that made her squirm but it made her tingle too.
Tom moved lower until he was kneeling on the ground. Not a very dominant position, but there was no doubt he was still in charge. Being tied up made that clear enough, but Julia knew he would always be in charge. There wasn’t any doubt with him, no “I don’t know, what do you want to do” game to play. He knew what he wanted. Hell, he even seemed to know what she wanted better than she did much of the time.
He licked along the length of her pussy, sending shivers through her. He looked up and grinned at her response before doing it again. This time she was able to hold herself still, even though it felt heavenly. He dipped his tongue into her pussy, lapping up her juices. She doubted she tasted good but she couldn’t tell from his expression. His tongue briefly flicked across her clit. It swelled in response.
“More,” she said.
He darted his tongue across her sensitive pearl of pleasure again, then swished in a circle. Perfect. The tension in her core coiled up, ready to spring.
He pulled back out of licking range and inhaled.
“Don’t stop now,” she said.
“You don’t give the orders,” he said softly. He leaned forward. She thought he was going to lick her again despite his words, but instead he blew cool air onto her tingling clit, making her agonizingly aware of her arousal without pushing her over.
“Please don’t stop.”
He licked her thigh.
“Please. Please!” She didn’t care anymore if she was begging. She wanted to come. She wanted him to make her come.
“No begging,” said Roger sharply. Julia turned to look at him. He’d been a silent observer for so long.
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