PleaseSir

by Sindra vin Yssel

  She nuzzled against him, not saying anything. He couldn’t see her face very well, just her profile. He was tempted to make her look into his eyes. He wanted to know what she was thinking. He’d done that a hundred times as a Dom. But now he needed to give her time. He wanted her to get what she needed, even if it wasn’t what he wanted.

  Finally, with a glint in her eye, she straightened and grabbed his shirt collar.

  “Hmm?” He couldn’t recall anyone ever doing that to him before. It wasn’t a very submissive gesture, but there was something quintessentially Julia about it. And that she was submissive, he had no doubt.

  “It’s my choice, then? I can have you or share both you and Roger with her?”

  “Yes. Your choice.”

  “What if I want Roger?”

  His heart tightened. He wondered if she could hear his teeth grinding. He knew what his answer would be—he’d let her have her way, although he wasn’t sure Roger would like the idea. Roger was looking forward to Megan. Then he looked at the mischief in her eyes and knew she was toying with him. Fine. Two could do that. “Then I’ll kill Roger, feed him to the sharks and let you decide again.”

  She laughed. “I’d have to arrest you, you realize.”

  “Then the handcuffs would end up in the wrong place.”

  “Are you sure about that? Maybe I have an inner Domme.”

  “Maybe you do. Megan’s bi, I think—I didn’t pay as much attention to her application as I did yours. But you could have a go, if you want to and will let me watch.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Men!” Then she got serious. “Would you enjoy that?”

  “No. I’d put up with it if it was something you needed to explore, but I most definitely do not want to share you with men, women or—whatever else there might be.”

  “Tentacled sea monsters?” she asked.

  “Not those either.”

  Julia smiled. “I think, then, to keep peace, it had better be me and you.”

  “To keep peace, huh?”

  “And also because I want to. Since we both want it that way, it’d be silly not to, don’t you think?”

  He decided the best way to reply was to kiss her long and hard. She turned in his grasp, her soft, naked body squirming against him. His cock hardened in response. By the time their lips parted, it was aching.

  “Time for me to use that rain check, Julia.”

  “Yes Sir,” she said with a grin, and slid off his lap onto the floor. She pulled the blanket he hadn’t used under her knees as she knelt and pulled the other blanket over her shoulders. “Is this okay?”

  “Yes.” He wanted her to be warm. “Please tell me if you get cold.”

  “Thank you. Now… Please, Sir, may I unzip your pants and pull your cock out for me to suck?”

  He grinned. Yep, she’s perfect. “Yes, you may.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she said. She unzipped him and ran her hand along the shaft of his cock before sliding her lips over the head. He slipped his hand into her soft hair and leaned back to enjoy.

  Chapter Seven

  When the sun set and turned the sky a lovely orange, Tom was sitting on the beach, holding Julia on his lap and feeling very comfortable. He was tempted to spend the night outside with her, but the shed was a better prop for kidnapping than for romance and mosquitoes sometimes swarmed the cove in the evening. There was bug spray in the chest but he didn’t trust it to last all night long. If he’d planned better, he would have brought netting. At least he’d stowed lunch in the shed for both of them, or they’d be starving.

  Then again, he hadn’t expected that they’d spend the entire afternoon cuddling and watching the waves, intermixed with occasional lovemaking. What started out as a kidnap fantasy had turned into one of the most vanilla times he’d spent with Julia. Julia. He was starting to think of her that way now, and he wondered if his use of her last name hadn’t been a subconscious attempt to keep his distance from a woman who was getting a hold on his heart.

  He admired her bravery. He had been sure she was close to using her safe word during the scene in the shed, but her sense of adventure had outweighed her trepidation. My kind of woman. He’d met women who were up for anything because they were too weak to say no. Julia was strong enough to say yes, and that was an entirely different and more attractive quality.

  “We better head back to the house in a few minutes,” Tom said, squeezing Julia around the waist.

  “What am I going to wear?” Julia asked, looking around. Her panties lay on the sand. The door to the shed was open. The remnants of her other clothes were still strewn across the floor.

  “Nothing at all.”

  “But you’re wearing clothes,” Julia complained.

  “Yep. While I’d be perfectly comfortable taking them off, I’m enjoying the inequity.”

  She screwed her face up at him, but her eyes were bright. “Evil man.”

  “Somewhat. You’re safe here, Julia. No one will think twice about you being naked. They might look twice, but they won’t think twice.”

  “Ha ha. Are you sure you want them looking?”

  “You bet. I love showing you off.”

  “Damn. I could wear one of those blankets.”

  “Not happening.” He cupped a breast and squeezed lightly. “I’m going to have you naked, Julia. It’s not up for debate. Your body is too lovely to hide.”

  “I’m short and stocky.”

  How could she see herself that way? Maybe she was shorter than average, but not much, and she was beautiful. “You’re muscular and still curvy. Lovely breasts. A soft, feminine belly. Strong arms.” He caressed every part in turn.

  “Thick thighs,” she retorted.

  He grabbed them and pulled them apart, sliding his fingers into her slick pussy. She gasped in surprise. “The gateway to heaven. And if you complain about your thighs, which are beautiful by the way, I’ll insist you keep them spread wide open at all times to distract people with what’s between them. Understood?”

  “Yes Sir. Um, please don’t do that.”

  “I’ll consider it.” He withdrew his fingers and licked them off, tasting the mixture of their juices. His cock stirred and he was tempted to take her one more time, but it would be selfish. She would be sore enough in the morning as it was. A few hours’ restraint until he got her into bed would be prudent.

  “Please, Sir.” Her eyes pleaded but her lips twitched and failed to conceal an impish smile.

  He kissed her softly. “Just because you beg, dear, doesn’t mean you’ll get your way.” He kissed her again. “But it’s delightful.”

  “Mmm. Sure we can’t stay here forever?”

  He knew what she meant. He too didn’t want the moment to end. “We can’t stay anywhere forever. Life always moves on. But we can share the journey.” Her face was getting harder to see as the light faded. He looked toward the west and saw the dimming glow.

  “I’d like to share the journey with you. Um, Sir.”

  “Up, then. Before it gets all the way dark. There’s a flashlight in the shed. I’ll get it to light our way through the jungle.”

  She got up, but the look on her face told him that she hadn’t thought about walking through the jungle at night naked. She’d only been imagining showing up at the house, with the gaze of the other humans on her. “You’re not walking,” he told her. “I’m carrying you. Your job is to hold the flashlight, er, torch.”

  She laughed. “It’s okay, I can understand American. Even with your cute accent. You guys are all over our television.”

  He thought it was she who had a cute accent, although he’d never thought Queenslanders sounded particularly sexy before he’d met her. He picked up the panties on his way and made a tidy pile of her clothes to throw away later, placing them all on the chair. Then he got the flashlight and handed it to her.

  “Thank you, Sir.” She turned it on and shined it in the direction of the jungle path. Something scurried on the ground, probably a spi
der. She didn’t so much as shiver. “I’m glad you’re carrying me.”

  “Me too.” He scooped her up. “You have wonderful, soft skin. Lovely curves. And you fit right in my arms.”

  She opened her mouth as if to argue and then shut it again.

  “Good girl for not arguing. Someday maybe I’ll train you to say ‘Yes Sir, I do’.”

  She grinned. “Please, Sir.”

  Every time she said it, he felt as if his heart would burst. He walked forward, enjoying the feel of her naked body in his arms. She aimed the flashlight along the path, illuminating the way and scaring off the spiders. There wasn’t anything truly toxic on the island, but the spiders had a nasty bite that would cause a few hours’ unpleasantness. He wasn’t going to take any risks.

  He carried her through the jungle and didn’t set her down until they got to the pool and her feet were protected by the tile. Almost immediately Roger opened the sliding glass door and walked a few steps to greet them. He must have been waiting. If so, he’s been waiting a long time.

  “You were on for making dinner tonight,” Roger said.

  Tom nodded. They had a regular rotation, but when they had paying guests they always adjusted if one of the Doms was figuratively tied up—or had a sub literally tied up. They worked as a team. Since he knew that Roger was free even if Carter wasn’t, he hadn’t made getting back in time a priority, although he supposed technically Julia wasn’t a paying guest. Julia is my priority. And I like it that way. He put his arm around her and pulled her in close, and she looked up at him gratefully.

  I could get used to that look.

  “Natalie has it, but she insisted on waiting until you got back. You’re forgiven, since you’re bringing the evening’s entertainment.” Roger cast an appreciative gaze toward Julia and then turned.

  He felt Julia tense. “She’s mine, Roger,” he said, and was rewarded by her relaxing and giving him a squeeze.

  “Hmm?” said Roger mildly, with that annoying look on his face he got sometimes when he thought he knew something that other people didn’t. Roger was a good friend, but that look always pissed Tom off. It usually meant he’d drawn three sevens and an ace at cribbage, or some such. “Megan is coming in the morning, you know.”

  “I’m sure you can handle Megan all by yourself.”

  Roger shrugged. “If that’s the way you want it.” He looked at Julia. “We could have a four-way. It’d be an interesting experience.”

  Now Roger was trying to piss him off. But he hesitated. Julia was here for new experiences, and if that’s what Julia wanted, then he shouldn’t say no to what might be her only chance. But he wanted to. Mine. All mine. He didn’t want to share. He looked to her and she met his gaze. For a moment she stood there, smiling. Damn, she likes the idea.

  “Please, Sir,” she said, and he knew he’d give her anything she wanted. “I would rather not, but if you—”

  He turned to Roger. “No. Julia’s mine, and I’m done sharing.”

  Roger chuckled. “Good on you,” he said with a smug look on his face. He turned to walk in, leaving the door open. Tom stared for a moment.

  “What are you thinking, Sir?” asked Julia.

  He’s been after this all along. Every provocation, everything he’s done, has been there to goad me. Roger, the master manipulator. He looked at Julia and smiled. I think we would have gotten there with or without him. Now it’s time to find out what we have together.

  “Sir?”

  “I think we were made for each other, Julia. Let’s go inside.” He took her hand and led her forward.

  “Can I run upstairs and get clothes?”

  He chuckled. It was good to be in charge. “Not a chance.”

  She pouted at him. “I didn’t think so. Not even if I said please?”

  He kissed her. “You’ve become very good at that. Now we have to practice ‘as you wish’.”

  Her eyes glistened “Oh, I think that’s an easy one, Sir. As you wish.”

  He thought of Wesley in The Princess Bride, tumbling down the hill, screaming those three words. That was him, all right. It was all good, as long as Julia was tumbling down the same hill he was.

  * * * * *

  Natalie wasn’t wearing anything either except her collar. The three Doms were all dressed, which didn’t seem fair to Julia, but she wasn’t sure she wanted fair. Natalie had made burgers—simple fare, but there were plenty of fixings and the patties were so fat and juicy that it was impossible to eat neatly. Tom fussed over her, wiping her chin when she got ketchup on it and licking a trail of burger juice that ended up on her breast.

  When he was done he grinned at her. “See why I don’t want you to wear clothes? They’d get all messed.”

  She was sure she was beet-red, but whatever. Having Natalie there helped her not feel singled out. Roger ate quickly and headed to his room, which was fine with Julia. She understood if he felt like a fifth wheel. She appreciated that she wasn’t being pressured to make him feel more included. Someday she’d have to thank him politely for getting her to come to the island. It felt crazy now that she’d ever tried to put distance between herself and Tom.

  “Will you let me wear clothes tomorrow?” she asked.

  “If we’re going into town.”

  To Cairns? “Um, yes, clothes would be a good idea. Why are we going there?”

  “We aren’t.” He pulled her onto his lap, which meant that she got less cover from the table. Dammit. She had to admit that it was a comfortable place to be, and when she felt his hardness underneath her thigh she minded less. She was tempted to turn around and tease him, but Carter and Natalie were right across the table.

  “These burgers are excellent, Natalie,” Julia said. It felt odd, as if ordinary politeness should somehow be suspended while she was naked, but they were tasty.

  “Thank you,” Natalie said. “I’m glad you made it back. Carter said that you had been kidnapped, and I had to pay ‘ransom’ until you got back.”

  “What kind of ransom?”

  “Um,” said Natalie, blushing.

  “You loved every minute of it,” Carter said, shaking his head and laughing.

  “Well, not every minute,” said Natalie. Carter raised his eyebrows at her until Natalie added, “But most minutes, Master.”

  “You didn’t answer Julia’s question,” said Carter.

  “Do I have to?” asked Natalie.

  “Yes.”

  “All of the things?”

  Maybe she should say please, thought Julia. Then again, Carter didn’t seem likely to change his mind.

  Natalie took a deep breath and turned back to Julia. “Master Carter gave me a list and told me that I had to raise a hundred ‘dollars’ for every hour you were gone. I earned the first hundred by giving him a blowjob.”

  “Sorry I didn’t keep her there all night, man,” said Tom.

  “Sir!” exclaimed Julia.

  Natalie continued. “Fifty dollars per fifteen minutes wearing nipple clamps. Another for being tied up with a vibrator humming the whole time while this bas—um, Master, sat there and did a crossword puzzle. Or pretended to do a crossword puzzle.”

  “And why do you think I was pretending?” asked Carter.

  “Because none of the boxes were filled in when you untied me?”

  Carter laughed. “Okay. I admit it. You were making distracting noises.”

  “That doesn’t sound so bad,” said Julia. “I would have gone for that.”

  “Oh, it was lovely, for a while,” agreed Natalie. “Kinda depends on how long you have to last.”

  Julia’s eyes widened. Well, Natalie did say she enjoyed most of it. Carter’s expression made it clear he had enjoyed it all.

  “Anyway, I’m glad you two didn’t spend the night, because I wouldn’t be able to chew my food or walk, and I’m not sure I’d be able to feel my breasts either. But we, um, alternated activities, and yes, I did have a fun time.”

  “Speaking of fun times,�
� said Carter, “we’re having a party tomorrow night. I’m going to be picking up Kyle and Teresa when I get Megan, so everyone will have a play partner and we’ll take some of the dungeon equipment and pull it outside. Are you two interested?”

  Julia pursed her lips. Was this like Roger’s foursome, but with eight?

  “We’ll be there,” said Tom. Julia gave him a look. We have to talk.

  Carter grinned. “Any special furniture you want set up?”

  Tom smiled at Julia and kissed her. “Don’t worry. I’m not sharing,” he said softly. “And neither are Carter or Kyle.”

  “And neither am I,” said Natalie.

  Carter kissed his beautiful submissive. “Just the way we like it. Now if you’ll excuse us, Natalie still owes me a hundred ‘dollars’, so I’m going to collect. You guys mind getting the dishes?”

  “No worries,” said Julia.

  “Not a problem,” Tom said.

  “Why do I owe you a hundred dollars, Master?” Natalie asked. “They’re back.”

  “Because I want you to. Although I suppose you could pay up here, if you’d rather.”

  Natalie blushed. “Only if you wish me to, Master.”

  Julia felt the heat rise in her face too. She thought she’d have gotten jaded by now, especially after Roger and Tom had taken her by the side of the pool. But she still wasn’t used to the idea of people having sex in front of everyone.

  “I’ll let you pay me in the bedroom. This time.” Carter winked at Tom and rose. He stretched out his hand for Natalie’s. She put her hand inside his and let him help her to her feet. As they walked out, Natalie turned, grinned at Julia and licked her lips.

  “What do you think of them?” Tom asked after they’d disappeared up the stairs.

  “They’re a lovely couple,” Julia said honestly.

  “I think so too. I never thought Carter would settle down with one woman, but he seems happier than ever. And Kyle—” He stopped, lost in thought for a moment.

  “What about Kyle, Sir?” Julia prompted.

  “Kyle is the very last person on earth I would have thought would have a steady relationship, yet he and Teresa have been trotting around the globe and we’ve barely heard from him. The days when we were all single are starting to feel long ago, but it was just a year or so.”