by L. DuBois
“Since we’re at his wedding to a gorgeous, skinny woman, I doubt he had designs on me.” Well, maybe she hadn’t totally avoided the insecure funk. Charlie downed a glass of sparkling wine.
Aram’s gaze searched her face. “Let’s take a walk.”
It was full darkness now, but the resort had torches sunk into the sand at regular intervals. They turned to the right, moving away from the buildings, the sounds of music and conversation fading. They passed one other couple doing the same thing they were, but they were headed back toward the resort, not away from it.
Aram looked around, and finally pointed to a palm tree. “There.”
“There’s what?”
“That’s where I’m going to bind you.”
Charlie froze. “What?”
He herded her backward, up the slight rise of the beach, to the tree line. Here the sand was littered with bits of vegetation and old palm fronds. “Charlotte, remove your dress.”
“Aram, we’re on a public beach.”
He leaned into her, his body forcing her to fall back a half step, until her back hit the palm tree. “What did you call me?” His voice was silky with menace.
“I’m sorry, Sir, but this is a public area. I could get arrested for being naked.”
“Oh really? Are you sure about that? What are Saint Lucia’s public nudity laws?”
Crap. She had no idea.
“Charlotte. I want you naked. Now.”
Her hands clenched and released. On the one hand, she wanted to obey. On the other hand, anyone could walk by. They were outside. This was a terrible idea.
“I hadn’t planned to put on a scene, but you’ll now get ten swats once you’re naked. If you continue to delay I’ll add to that number, prolonging the amount of time you’ll spent bent over my knee.”
“Sir, I’m…” She made a helpless noise.
His back was to the beach, the torchlight casting his face in shadow. “Spread your legs.”
That she could do. Charlie stepped wide, planting her feet in the sand. His hand slipped into her dress, going right for her pussy.
“You’re wet for me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You like having me play with your pretty breasts, like knowing that I will use you when and where I want.”
The need to submit welled within her.
“You like knowing how irresistible I find your lovely breasts.” He tugged her dress to the side and sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting softly. He licked the nipple he’d just bit. “You like getting on your knees and sucking my cock.” He stroked her clit, now with two fingers. “You like when I tie you down so you’re helpless.”
His words lulled her into the hazy place, and the reality of where she was faded away to the point it didn’t matter that they were on the beach. It didn’t matter if people could walk by. Some small part of her brain was insisting that if people did walk by they’d laugh at the pudgy naked girl. But that voice was small, so much smaller than the feeling of his mouth and fingers playing over her skin.
“Yes, Master.” She felt his lips curl against her breasts.
“There you are, my sweet little sub.” He stepped back, leaving her body bereft of his touch. Her dress was askew, one breast lewdly exposed. “Remove your dress, Charlotte.”
Her fingers shook as she undid first the decorative tie, then the small hook and eye that actually held it closed, as well as the hidden inner button. The dress parted, hanging off her shoulders like a coat.
“Off, Charlotte. Your hesitation has earned you another five.”
Charlie shrugged the dress off. It fell to a puddle on the sand. Master Green took another step back, leaving her alone and exposed. The torchlight danced over her pale skin, and Charlie was sure everyone for miles around would be able to see her. She wanted to cover herself, but her Master was watching her, keeping her obedient with nothing more than his gaze.
He walked off to the side, then called to her, “Charlie, come here.”
She checked the line of the beach, but didn’t see anyone. They were at the apex of a slight curve, so she couldn’t see as far as she would have liked to be able to.
Master Green had his left foot propped on a fallen palm tree. He patted his thigh. “Time for your spanking.”
“Master, I’m sor—”
“Over my knee,” he ordered, voice cool and stern. There was no hurry in his voice. He was clearly happy to let her stand there naked, nervously twisting her fingers. She minced over to him. She lowered her upper body, resting her diaphragm on his thigh and bracing her hands on the fallen log.
“Fifteen. You’ll count.”
“Are these going to be hard ones, or—”
Smack.
“Ouch!” That answered that question. This was a real punishment spanking. She couldn’t claim she hadn’t known how hard he could spank. “One.”
What if someone came by?
Charlie jumped and twitched through the spanking, her head hanging down, her eyes squeezed shut.
What if someone saw her, totally naked and getting spanked?
Smack.
“Twelve.”
There was a pause, and Aram put his hand on her back, at the base of her neck, keeping her down.
“Nice night,” he called out.
Charlie froze, then pushed against him, trying to get away. She wanted to sink into the sand and die of embarrassment. Her worst fear was coming true. There were strangers on the beach with them. Strangers were looking at her. She knew they were looking at her. A naked girl getting a spanking on a tropical beach wasn’t the sort of thing people didn’t look at.
There was the faint murmur of a response, but her heart was beating so loudly she couldn’t understand what was said. Master Green chuckled.
“No need to count these last three,” he murmured.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Her face was flaming as he helped her stand. Charlie didn’t want to look at the beach. In her mind there was a crowd of thousands there looking at her, pointing and laughing at the chubby girl.
She buried her face in his chest and clung to his waistcoat.
There was a groan from somewhere behind her, and she flinched.
“Don’t stop on my account.” The voice was male, and accented. Australian. “That was bloody hot.”
“My girlfriend is feeling shy now.” Aram stroked her back, chuckling softly.
She wasn’t embarrassed, she was humiliated. Wasn’t she?
“How about it, love?” the man said. “Want a little spanking?”
A woman murmured something, and then there was a sound of a smack.
“Bare-assed, my friend!” Aram shouted. “Get her naked.”
There was a playful shriek and then Charlie could hear splashing. The other couple was playing in the waves.
“Well done, pet.” Master Green kissed the top of her head. “Now, back to our tree.”
“I’m dying of embarrassment.”
“No, you’re not. A nice young couple just stopped to watch a sexy woman get a well-deserved spanking, and now they’re making out.” He eased her away from his chest.
She kept her eyes down, but when his hand feathered over her breast, she arched into him.
“You’re going to submit, Charlotte.” His voice was dark with promise.
She couldn’t fight that, couldn’t resist it. She wanted to submit. To give him what he demanded.
Because what she’d feared had happened—strangers had come and watched her get her spanking, had seen her naked—and it hadn’t been horrible. They hadn’t laughed at her, or mocked her. Her Master had been in total control of the situation.
“Yes, I’m going to submit, Master.”
“Walk over to the tree and lean back against it.”
He followed behind her as she obeyed. She cast one longing glance at her dress, a puddle of fabric at her feet.
“Raise your hands and put the back of
your hands against the trunk.”
She placed her hands just above her head, but that wasn’t enough. He repositioned her until her body was a long line, leaning slightly back against the curved trunk of the small palm.
He pulled his belt free of his pants and Charlie sucked in a breath, fearing she’d earned a whipping, but he placed the belt over her wrists, buckling it around the tree. It wasn’t terribly tight. She could yank her hands free if she wanted or needed to, but it was enough to make her aware of her naked vulnerability.
Aram took a few steps back, admiring his handiwork.
“Well done, mate!”
Charlie flushed with embarrassment as the couple from earlier stumbled past, the woman rubbing her butt with one hand.
“Have a good time,” Aram replied.
“Oh, we will.”
Charlie watched them continue down the beach, disappearing. She released a breath. Aram leaned away from her and looked down the beach, toward the resort.
“Don’t worry, Charlie.” He smiled and started for her. “There’s more people coming. Plenty of strangers will see this lovely body.” He skimmed his hands down her sides. “Hear you moan as I enjoy these breasts.” He cupped her tits, bouncing them lightly, then pressing them together. He ducked down and with a bit of maneuvering managed to get both nipples into his mouth at the same time.
He sucked noisily on her tits and it felt so good. He released them with a pop. “They’ll hear you come as I play with you.” His thumbs flicked her hardening nipples.
Something flipped inside her. The last of the embarrassment was gone. She wanted an audience. Wanted people to see her Master toy with and torment her. She wanted people to be shocked and secretly jealous when they saw how roughly and thoroughly he used her. That she willingly let herself be bound and displayed, all for her Master’s pleasure.
“Yes, yes, Master.”
He captured her lips in a kiss. His tongue pressed into her mouth. She kissed him back, sucking on his tongue and nipping at his lips.
“Spread your legs, Charlotte.”
“Yes, Master.”
His fingers found her pussy. His touch was rough and hard, two fingers slamming up into her only to withdraw and rub her clit with hard, fast strokes.
“You’re going to come for me, and as you do you’re going to scream. I want to hear you come. If you scream loud enough, I’ll make you come again.”
He plucked her nipple, pinching and twisting it at the same time he stroked her clit, and Charlie came. She let out a high, breathy cry, too lost in the pleasure to focus on screaming the way he’d asked.
It must have been enough, because he dropped to his knees and buried his face in her pussy. The first orgasm had barely finished when his tongue brought her to a second, savage peak of pleasure. Charlie humped his face, gasping, moaning. She wasn’t controlled, wasn’t quiet. She was wild and free in her passionate submission.
He made her come twice with his mouth, then he yanked open his pants, jerked on a condom, hooked his arms under her knees, and stood. He drove her back against the tree and buried his cock in her, holding her open with his arms. The angle meant he was buried deep in her, his cock hitting her G-spot in a way that made her scream between her clenched teeth.
He buried his face in her hair, moaning her name as he spilled inside her. He dropped her legs and Charlie wiggled her hands free of the belt, dropping to sit on the sand. Aram collapsed beside her. She lay with her head on his chest, ignoring the way sand clung to her sweaty body. Maybe people had watched him fuck her. Maybe they hadn’t. Charlie didn’t care.
Eventually she started to shiver. Master Green helped her to her feet. Together they untangled her dress. She got her arms in the sleeves, but as she went to fasten it closed, he took over, knotting just the decorative tie. The dress was only loosely fastened, and as they walked back he occasionally reached beneath the fabric to fondle her breasts or pussy.
By the time they made it back to the room she was frantic with need once more.
She jumped him, wrapping arms and legs around him and begging her Master to fuck her, oh please fuck her.
He did, first on the floor, then in the shower. Then he put her on hands and knees on the bed and fucked her ass with a dildo while he recovered. He made her keep the dildo in as he fucked her pussy. The sun was rising when they finally dragged themselves under the covers. Charlie’s ass, pussy, and nipples all throbbed.
He turned on his side, put one hand on her closest breast, and toyed with her nipple as he fell asleep. Charlie finally gave in to her exhaustion.
She dreamed of him.
“My car is almost here.” Charlotte reached for her suitcase, which Aram was wheeling.
He raised one brow. “I’m taking you home.”
“You are?”
“Yes, of course.” He was, after all, a gentleman.
That thought made him smile. He hadn’t exactly been a gentleman in Saint Lucia. He’d been like a rutting boar. And she’d accepted every rough fucking. She’d obediently tugged down her bathing suit when ordered, even though they were on the beach in the middle of the day. She’d spread her knees when he slipped his hand under her skirt to play with her pussy as she sat on the stool beside him in the ocean-side bar, his movement barely hidden by their bodies.
She tipped her head to the side. “Okay.” She tapped away at her phone, canceling whatever ride-share service she’d called.
He led her into the LAX parking structure to his Tesla. They loaded their bags into the small trunk, then he helped her in. He paid a king’s ransom to the parking attendant.
“Where am I going?” he asked her.
“Manhattan Beach.”
“Very well.” He got onto Sepulveda, headed south.
“Where do you live?” she asked.
“Century City. A block from my office.”
“Oh yeah, there are all those big buildings there. My lawyer’s office is in one.”
“Your lawyer?”
“You sound surprised.”
“I’m wondering why you need a lawyer.”
“Can I ask you something, Aram?”
“Of course.”
“What do you think I do? If you had to guess.”
He wasn’t an idiot. This was clearly a trap. “I don’t know.”
“You must have a guess.”
“Charlotte…”
“Please. I want to know.”
“If I’m wrong it would hurt your feelings, and I don’t want to do that.”
“Okay, I’ll give you a hint. I was a multimillionaire before I graduated from college.”
The way she phrased it made him frown. Maybe she’d lost someone in her family and inherited the money.
“I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry I made money?”
He sighed. “Charlotte, please just tell me what you do.”
“No, you tell me what you think I do.”
“You can be quite aggravating.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Fine. I assumed you came from a wealthy family. You’re younger than most members of Las Palmas.”
“Spoiled little rich girl?”
“Spoiled? No. I’ve met plenty of spoiled men and women. You’re not that.”
“Well, get ready to have your mind blown.”
That startled a laugh out of him. “I’m ready.”
“I’ve always been pudgy.”
“You’re not—”
She reached over and covered his mouth. “I’ve always been pudgy. I grew up in Illinois. Came out here to go to USC as a business major. It was awful. Everyone was so sophisticated and skinny. My roommates freshman year were lovely, all of them. But they all rushed sororities. They invited me to do it too, but I knew it was a pity invite…wait, where was I going with this?”
“I assure you I have no idea.”
“Right, right. Okay, so there I was. Smart, but I was kind of immature for eighteen. I watched cartoon
s to relax. People would tease me, act like I couldn’t find Adventure Time relaxing and be acing my classes. I wanted so badly to date, yet I wasn’t the girl getting asked out on dates. I started to feel like I was a walking contradiction.
“I had an identity crisis. I thought I had to decide—be the smart girl, or be the artistic dreamer who still watched cartoons, or give up all my non-study time to working out and become super skinny and cool. One night, sitting in my room, I turned on my camera and recorded myself ranting.”
Aram frowned. This wasn’t what he’d expected, and he couldn’t see how this related to what she did.
“I started a video channel called ‘The Contradiction Girl.’ Every week or so I’d create a video where I broke down an expectation society had of me and talked about the contradictions. My breakdowns got more sophisticated as I took my GE classes. After I took feminist theory, I got really good. Made a lot of references to being both a virgin and a whore—both literally and metaphorically. Anyway, I did this for two years. My junior year one of my rants went viral. Jezebel picked it up.” She cleared her throat and her voice took on a cadence that made it clear she’d recited this a few times. “They called me a new generation of unapologetic feminist, who embraced a multifaceted version of feminism that included being true to yourself as its core tenant.”
Aram waited until they stopped at a red light, then twisted to look at her. “I saw that video.”
She pulled her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head and smiled at him. In that instant he recognized her. If she hadn’t been wearing glasses when they video chatted that first week, he might have recognized her then.
“Well I’ll be damned.” The light turned green and he kept driving.
She released her hair. “I got over a million followers essentially overnight. Suddenly I was making tons of money from ads that played before my videos. Now remember, I was a business major. I found a few products from new companies, making sure they were products I would actually use. A couple apps; some makeup; sensible, ethically made shoes. The products were as contradictory as I am.” She chuckled. “Anyway, I bought into them. If they weren’t publicly traded, I offered to invest in them for a stake in the company. Then I promoted them on my videos—talked about the contradiction they represented. Some of the products hit the big time, and I made a ton of money.”