by BJ Wane
“How do you know what I’m thinking?” Her irritation over her transparency colored her tone. If Morgan could see the depth of her need for Marc, could he?
“It’s written all over your face, mostly when you’re looking at him. Look, I won’t lie, Marc has joined us a few times. But the only thing I’ve ever done with him is given him a blowjob. When they get possessive, the sharing only goes so far.”
“But he’s spanked you?” she asked, relieved the three of them didn’t indulge in sex together that often.
“Oh, sure, several times.” She frowned as she added in a darker tone, “There was even one time Jack gave him permission to use his belt on me. I didn’t sit down for two days!”
Cassie laughed at her feigned look of outrage. “What’d you do?”
Morgan’s frown turned into a saucy, mischievous grin. “I got caught spying on two of our more inventive guests in the woods.”
“What’s wrong with watching? There were plenty of people watching you on your birthday.” The heat surrounding her seeped into her aching, overused muscles, relaxing her and making it easier for her to sit naked with another woman for the first time and converse as if she didn’t feel self-conscious.
“I wasn’t just watching. I got so turned on I did something about it, and Jack has this ridiculous, strict rule I can’t masturbate without his permission and giving him a chance to watch. It really gets him going when I get myself off.” Morgan rolled her eyes but was smiling.
“That seems unfair.” She had masturbated a lot in the past months, always to memories of her few nights with Marc. “I wonder how Marc feels about it. I don’t think I’d like it if he insisted I get his permission to touch myself. When the mood strikes, who wants to wait to seek permission?”
“Oh, I agree a hundred percent. So, want to see what he would do?”
“You mean now?” She looked around to see if he lurked somewhere, but didn’t see him or anyone else.
“Don’t look up, but both Marc and Jack have been watching us from upstairs. They have a good view from the windows in the great room. What do you say we give them a show?”
The idea sent arousal swirling through her overheated system, warming her from the inside as much as the hot tub warmed her skin. The intensity of her reaction surprised her, coming so soon after she came like a firecracker a short while ago. Knowing both men watched added to her excitement as did the mental picture of Marc applying his belt to Morgan’s butt. “It seems Marc’s belt wasn’t much of a deterrent for you.”
Morgan returned Cassie’s knowing grin. “Not much, no.”
“Well,” she said, raising her hands to her breasts to cup them. “I am feeling relaxed,” she pulled her nipples, “and warm,” she kneaded the soft mounds.
“Mmm, me too,” Morgan agreed and copied her by cupping her own breasts and pinching her nipples. “A nice, long orgasm would be welcome right about now.”
* * *
“Son of a bitch,” Marc muttered, watching Cassie cup her breasts and toy with her pouty nipples until they became rigid. They couldn’t hear what the women were saying, but their actions spoke loud and clear. He turned accusing eyes on Jack as if it was his fault the two were egging them on. “Morgan has a short memory.”
“Maybe it was Cassie’s idea,” Jack replied, knowing full well it wasn’t. His little minx was up to her pranks again. “Okay,” he conceded when Marc raised an eyebrow in silence. “We may as well enjoy their little game before we go down there and remind them who’s boss.”
“Good idea.” Looking down again, Marc’s mouth watered at the sight of Cassie leaning her head back with her eyes closed, her teeth nibbling on her lower lip as she tortured her nipples into even tighter, redder peaks. His cock stiffened and if he didn’t get himself under control he risked permanent zipper indentations in his flesh. When she inched her right hand down her waist, under the water to cup her sweet pussy, he gave up on any hope of getting himself under control.
Luckily for them, the girls had slid away from the jets and the men had a clear view where their hands traveled. With her legs spread, Cassie slid two fingers into her sheath, arching into the caress. Her hips continued to lift toward her marauding hand, those gyrations responsible for the breakout of light perspiration on his skin. When she smiled over at Morgan, said something that sent them scooting back over to the jets, he knew his favorite appendage was in trouble if they didn’t get down there soon.
“She won’t be able to sit down for a week,” Jack growled, watching his fiancée coming apart under the powerful jets pummeling against her pussy.
“I don’t think Cassie knows how much more my hand will hurt against her wet ass.” Marc lowered his zipper inch by slow inch as Cassie spread her labia in front of a fast, pulsating jet then threw her head back and came with a loud wail. With his hand wrapped around his cock, he turned toward the back stairs leading to the hot tub and garden area, Jack following close behind him.
* * *
Cassie shuddered as the last tremors from her climax settled down. She had never come that hard from masturbating before and she could only attribute its intensity to her audience. Floating in a lazy glide away from the jet, she turned back around in time to catch Morgan’s “Oh, shit” and worried look.
Striding toward them, hard cocks in tight fists, Marc and Jack looked pissed.
“Hi, master.”
Morgan greeted Jack with her eyes on his dick, her breath short from her explosive orgasm, and Cassie had to admire her friend’s bravado, not that she believed Jack would harm her. The glint in his eyes spoke volumes about how much he cared.
“Why are you out of breath, princess?” Jack asked in a silky tone. “I don’t recall giving you permission to touch yourself let alone to come.”
“If you get naked and join me, I’ll show you how sorry I am.”
Her look said otherwise, then Marc stripped and stepped down into the hot tub, snagging Cassie’s attention, the erotic sight of him fisting his erection sending a heated flush up her neck to cover her face.
“Take care of your sub, Jack. I’ll deal with mine.”
“You never said I couldn’t masturbate, master,” she told him as he stood thigh deep in the water, his cock an enticing lure for her mouth.
“But I’m sure Morgan told you the rules.”
Grabbing her hair at her nape, he urged her forward. There were no thoughts of refusal as he pushed his cock into her eager mouth.
“How well you suck me off will determine how hard I spank you when you’re done.”
Cassie closed her lips around his smooth crown, her buttocks clenching in both dread and anticipation at the mention of another spanking on the tender skin where he flogged her. How the two combined could have her nipples pebbling and her vagina spasming was beyond her. Wrapping her arms around his hips, she clutched his firm ass and urged him closer, his cock deeper. Alternating suckling him with hard pulls with teasing strokes over his ridged thickness, she savored the taste of him, the heavy feel of him in her mouth.
He held her head with a tight grip of her hair, controlling her movements and adding to her growing excitement. Using both tongue and lips, she explored his plum-shaped head, dipped into the seeping slit then caressed the softer underside with slow strokes. His low groans gave her courage, the hold of her hair kept her from straying from where he craved her most, the tight clench of his buttocks in her hands told her she was doing it right. Recalling a trick she had read about, she ran a finger down his crack, made a light graze over his anus then moved down to the sensitive spot between his butt and his balls. When he spread his legs with a curse, she knew she’d hit the right spot. Trading his cheeks for his balls, she worked his cock until he quickened in her mouth. Peeking sideways at the other couple, she noted Jack’s flushed face and found it exciting to know they’d ejaculate almost simultaneously.
Marc closed his eyes, rocking into her mouth, her soft hands on his balls, his perineum and his anus driv
ing him crazy. When he got his sanity back he’d have to ask her where she learned about that spot. Then again, looking down into her pleasure-filled blue eyes, her cheeks bulging with his cock, maybe he didn’t want to know.
“Get ready, darlin’,” was all the warning he gave her before his climax erupted in a tidal wave of sensation. Groaning, he kept a tight hold of his cock at the base so he didn’t choke her, but the sight of her mouth and throat working to bring him such pleasure while swallowing every drop of his come came close to undoing him.
Jack shouted his release as Marc slowed his thrusts. Cassie continued to suckle him, cleaning every inch of his cock and drawing out every drop of come, which proved to be as pleasurable as her blowjob. When he leaned down and kissed her, he tasted himself on her tongue. When he held her face up, her tight grip on his wrists stated louder than words she didn’t mind his taste.
“Very good, Cassie,” he praised her against her swollen lips. “Now, kneel on the seat and bend over the back of the tub.”
Her heart tripping with excitement, she replied, “Yes, sir,” without qualm. Leaning her elbows on the padded back of the tub, she lowered her head waiting for the first blow to land. Why did she crave this with such longing? She had gone months without feeling a man’s hand striking her ass, without the pain and humiliation adding to her pleasure. And now, after just a few days under Marc’s rule again, she couldn’t imagine going without it.
The first smack showed her what a difference wet skin could make. He whacked her hard, the blistering sting going straight south to her sheath. Morgan’s cry accompanied hers as the rhythmic sound of slapping flesh resonated throughout the secluded yard. Another swat landed on her other cheek with blossoming pain, but before pleasure could blossom from it, he was smacking her again, a steady litany of slaps.
Looking over at Morgan, she grunted with the next smack then growled at her new friend, “You didn’t warn me it hurts more when wet.”
“Oops, sorry,” Morgan quipped right before crying out over a particularly hard smack.
“Quiet, both of you,” Jack snapped.
Marc grinned when Cassie shuddered then laid her head down to accept her spanking. Damn, but he loved that pose of acceptance. Bent over with her ass on prominent display, nicely rounded and now an enticing deep red, he thought he had never seen such a delectable sight. Smacking her again right in the middle of those plump cheeks sent his cock to twitching with renewed interest. Her whimpers added to his pleasure and he knew the wetness coating those swollen pussy lips didn’t come from the water. Fisting his cock, he delivered several more hard blows before reaching over and grabbing a condom from his jeans pocket. Wasting no time covering himself, he clasped her hips and thrust into her, burying himself balls deep with one deep stroke.
The clearing now resonated with the sounds of coupling, of flesh slapping flesh, of grunts and groans as the four of them approached climax. The evening air had cooled, but Cassie felt feverish as Marc’s cock reamed her over and over, her buttocks pulsing, burning hot, her sheath full and stretched. When he reached in front of her and pinched her clit, she buried her head again, muffling her scream. Ecstasy enveloped her as she thrust back against him while bearing down against his fingers as he milked her clit with tight pulls.
Sobbing, she took everything he gave her and prayed there would be something left of her when he finished because she knew she wanted to be more to him than just another submissive woman. She had returned to him to not only earn his trust again, but to gain his love.
“He’s driving me crazy!” Cassie complained to Michelle a few days later. “If he’s not dogging my every move between here and the lodge, then he has Scott or one of his guys stopping in here every hour. People will wonder what’s going on if they don’t lighten up.”
“I think it’s sweet,” Michelle said as she arranged fresh baked cookies in the display case.
“Sweet? It’s nerve-racking.” She counted out the receipts for the past week and would have been pleased if not for the constant, irksome interruptions. Between the frequent visits from the sheriff or his people and Marc’s constant phone calls, she couldn’t get anything done. To make matters worse, she felt so guilty about taking up so much of the deputies’ time she insisted they pick something from the case to take with them when they left, which encouraged them to stop in more often.
It had been sheer bad luck when Scott stepped inside her bakery just as she opened another plain white envelope yesterday and snatched it from her. That message had been short, too short as all the cutup newspaper letters spelled was one word: Soon. Okay, so she had been a little shaken, but their response was over the top.
“I’d love it if a guy cared about me so much that his worry would make him so overprotective.”
Cassie smiled at the younger girl. At nineteen, her naivety could be excused. She’d give anything to have just met Marc, to have this time with him untarnished by the stupid mistakes from their past. If it wasn’t for the wariness and mistrust she caught on his face when he didn’t think she saw him, she could almost believe he cared as much if not more than he had two years ago. He still wanted her though, as much it seemed as he had back then. For now, she’d have to settle for that and hope in time his feelings would grow as deep as hers seemed to have always been.
“He’s just looking out for me. Don’t read any more into it than that.”
Michelle rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Open your eyes, Cassie, you might see more that way.”
Wondering if Michelle had a point made it difficult for her to keep her mind on task the rest of the afternoon. Could he care for her a little? Vacillating between hope and denial took her mind off that last message. She had fallen fast and hard for him when they first met, so fast and so hard she had been devastated when she entered the club on that third night and learned he planned on sharing her with Jack. At the time, shock led her to believe he betrayed her, but now, the memory just made her sad.
Cassie spotted him right away. She didn’t see the other newbies she’d befriended, or the doms they were paired with for their last night, only him. Seeing him leaning on the polished bar top, his pose elegant, his look watchful, had her palms sweating, set her heart to pounding. He stood next to his friend, Jack, and even though he was an inch or two shorter than Jack, he still stood taller than others around him and towered over her. His size made her feel small and when he had that hard body wrapped around her, she felt cherished and safe. Wiping her clammy palms down her skirt, she wondered what he had planned for tonight. Two weeks ago she could never have imagined herself having sex in public with a guy she had only known two days, but she had and she loved it and was very much afraid she loved him. He was older, more experienced and worldly than her, making her wonder what he saw in her, why he wanted her. Then he spotted her, gave her that slow smile responsible for curling her toes as he strode with purpose toward her and she forgot about her misgivings.
“Hi.” She returned his smile then melted when he pulled her to him and kissed her without a word. Groaning, Cassie sank into the kiss, loving how his lips took command of hers the same way his body did. When he drew her arms behind her and clasped her wrists in a tight grip, she shivered with longing, eager now to feel his hard cock taking her again. She didn’t care where or how, so long as it was soon.
“Hi yourself,” he responded when he lifted his mouth from hers, their lips so close her breath mingled with his. “Let’s sit over here.”
Her hand clasped in his, she followed him to an empty sofa in a quiet, secluded corner where he wasted no time in baring her breasts.
“Did you wear this to make it easy for me?” he asked as she leaned into him.
“Yes.” Breathless, Cassie arched into his hands, excitement replacing modesty as he tortured her nipples with hard pinches followed by the soothing touch of his lips and stroke of his tongue. “I’ve thought of nothing but you lately.”
Marc lifted his head an
d his green eyes bored into hers. “That’s good because I’ve thought of nothing but you too. Cassie, I don’t want this, us, to end after tonight.”
“But you live in Colorado.” Her pleasure at hearing he wanted more time with her dimmed with the reality of their situation. “Long-distance relationships rarely work out.”
“We’ll make it work,” he insisted. “I work for myself. I can arrange to come here, at least for a few days, about once a month. You can come to Colorado and stay at our lodge during semester breaks from teaching. It won’t cost you anything. I’ll send you a plane ticket. Do you teach in the summer?”
His hands and mouth stayed busy on her breasts as he pled his case, making it difficult to concentrate. Her happy places throbbed from his attention, ached for more. Rubbing the inflamed ache between her legs against his prominent erection, she whimpered with escalating need. “Just tutoring.”
“We’ll work it out. Tell me you want to try as much as I do. That’s all I ask.”
“Yes, yes, of course I do.” Her thighs fell open when he inched her skirt up. “Oh, God,” she moaned as he deftly slid her thong off and cupped her aching sheath.
“You’re wet, darlin’. Even your pretty curls are damp. Tell me you don’t get this wet for just any guy,” he demanded.
“I don’t,” she gasped as he entered her with two fingers. “I honestly don’t. This isn’t like me.” Arching into his hand, she laid her head back against his arm and gloried in the easy way he could arouse her, oblivious to the sights and sounds around them.
He drove her crazy tormenting her, his fingers filling her, exploring every inch of her vagina while rasping his thumb over her clit. He kept her body strung taut on a low simmer, never allowing her to boil over. Frustration and need had her perspiring, cursing, and pleading as she begged him for release.
“Please, please, master. More, I need more.”
“She begs so nice.”