by Abby Wood
Going Down
at the Dock
by Abby Wood
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Calgary, Alberta
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or
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Going Down at the Dock
Copyright© 2010 Abby Wood
ISBN: 978-1-926771-25-0
Cover Artist: Justyn Perry
Editor: Raynene Burgess
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To R.R.
For all the giggles and listening to me practice my pirate talk.
Chapter One
Jasmine Kendall hung up the telephone, the corner of her mouth lifted, and she rubbed the chills of excitement off her upper arms. Darren Finnagen brought out the naughty side of her, and this time, he pushed her even farther on discovering what she would do for the pleasure of being his slave. Indebted to him, she found herself unwilling to tell him no.
Glancing at the clock, she shut off her computer, grabbed her leather purse out of the bottom drawer of her desk, and closed her office door. She smiled politely at her employees on the way to the elevator, her panties already damp from the telephone call with Darren. He’d explained what he wanted, and she’d made a mental note of his demands. Whatever he requested in their relationship, she intended to follow through one hundred percent.
The elevator doors swooshed closed. Alone on the ride down, she ran her hand across her breasts to try to relieve the wave of intoxicated yearnings for what Darren planned. The motion heightened her desire and her skin burned. Even separated with distance, Darren seemed to control the way her body reacted to his orders.
With five more floors to go down to the lobby, she didn’t have much time. She slipped her hand in the waistband of her pleated navy blue slacks, and her middle finger slid down and homed in on her clit. Her shoulders dropped, her head fell back, and a tiny purr came from deep inside.
The thought of Darren always created a spark in her body that ached to ignite into a roaring fire. Seldom did she achieve satisfaction from her own fingers, but required the master skills of someone more powerful, more controlling, less self conscious. He’d spoiled her for anyone besides him.
The way he ordered her about, pushed her past her boundaries, and showed her what her body was capable of doing became habit forming. She wanted more. More orgasms, more conquests, more daring behavior to feed the hunger for the extreme.
Unable to satisfy her body’s desire and not allowed to disobey Darren’s orders, she waited for the ding to signal the doors to open. She removed her hand in time to not be caught diddling her clit by the incoming crowd. Several men in business suits stepped into the elevator box and gave her a knowing smile. She lifted her chin and exited without a backward glance. Her musty, aroused state must have given away her secret.
That’s how Darren found her those many months ago. He sniffed her out of a crowd one night at a local hot spot where women prowled for one-night stands. Unable to participate, because of the chance at rumors getting back to the office, she held back. It wouldn’t do for her employees to know that the boss lady let her emotions control her sex drive. Aloof and above the others, she couldn’t help the way she’d stared at the man at the bar. Instantly, she’d known he was a man who’d dominate her.
Chapter Two
Inside her car, she checked the clock on the dashboard, and started the engine. She’d have to hurry to make it on time. Darren only gave her ten short minutes to touch ground on the dock.
She squeezed her legs together. Her pants’ seam teased her engorged clit. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. She only needed to drive two blocks to find a parking spot and Darren would please her every desire. That promise to satisfy her drove her forward.
In the late afternoon, fleets of ships lined the docks, and the longshoremen bustled to unload and repack for the next voyage. She shut off the car, put the keys in her purse, and slid the bag under the car seat. Leaving the car unlocked, she strolled toward the long, metal, grated dock. Intent on searching for any sign of Darren, she almost missed the interested glances she got from the men she passed.
Putting the plan into motion, she caught the eye of one sailor and stopped. He swaggered up beside her, and she puckered her mouth in a flirty pout. I hope you’re watching, Darren.
“Ma’am, can I help you? This isn’t really the place for such a pretty woman.” He whipped off his black beanie stocking cap. “You could get hurt down here.”
Carrying extra weight around his middle, whiskered, and smelling of sweat, he gave off a seedy demeanor. Jasmine stepped closer. She trailed the same finger she’d used to pleasure herself along his coarse cheek, smiling at the way he inhaled and his chest expanded at her touch. That’s it, big guy. Let’s get you to full mast, shall we?
“You look like you could help me.” She moved in and skimmed her breasts against his chest.
He chuckled nervously and dropped his hat. “Y…yes, ma’am!”
Her hips swung forward and her pussy pulsed at the contact she made with his cock. “Can you please undo the top four buttons of my blouse? I always manage to break a nail on these tiny, pearl buttons.”
She brought her hands up and swept her long hair down her back to give him access to the area under her chin. The action lifted her breasts. His thick, dirty hands shook and fumbled against her chest in his struggle to do her bidding. She gasped and held her breath. His nervous fingers did a sloppy job of undoing the buttons.
The back of his hand brushed her skin under the smooth material. She willed him to hurry. She needed Darren in the worst way.
The last pearl undone, his fingers slipped in between the opening of her shirt and grazed against the top of her breasts. The walls of her cunt spasmed under his touch. Taken by surprise at the way the man aroused her, she reached down, and cupped his cock through the cargo pants. Her tongue came out to lick her lips. The man’s eye’s fluttered and matched the pulsating throb of his manhood.
She stroked the hard length of him and delighted in the way his hips pressed the rather large piece of hardened candy against her hand. “Yes, show me what you got. I like a man who isn’t afraid to give everything to me. I can feel that you want to come. You probably wanted to shoot your wad all over my breasts when you touched them, didn’t you?”
“Oh, fuck me!” The man’s hips jolted. “I’d like…” He thrust. “To bang you right here. I’d rip those clothes off you…” He ground himself against her hand and groaned. “And show you a real man.”
She gave him one last squeeze, his hips thrust, and her hand came away damp from the cum he shot inside his pants. She leaned forward, her lips against his ear.
“Thank you, sir. You don’t know how much you helped me.” She nipped the delicate lobe, winked, and stepped away.
Jasmine continued down the dock, her blouse half undone, and searched for the next man on her list. Darren still hid somewhere among the boats, and she wondered if he’d show himself or punish her and make her wait for her release. The way her body had reacted to the sailor, she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to hold back for Darren. The right touches to her pussy and she’d cry out with satisfaction. Yet the instructions given to her from her master were not even close to being over. He w
as very specific in his instructions.
A shove from behind pitched her forward. She caught herself against the railing. Her heart pounded at the thought of sailing over into the water below. A fear of drowning and the near catastrophe shook her to the core.
She whipped her head around in search of the asshole who dared run into her. The berating lecture died in her throat. The man who dared to push her stood with a scowl upon his face, his dark bushy eyebrows drawn together over charcoal colored eyes. Along with the foot long beard he sported, he resembled the ruthless pirate, Blackbeard.
Her pussy lips tingled at the surly draw of his voice and the way he commanded she obey him. He put the challenged her, and taunted her to disobey.
He growled, “No woman belongs on the docks. Me mateys become lustful over a woman such as you. I demand you leave, before I take matters into me own hands.”
She squared her shoulders. “And, if I don’t leave?”
“Aye, you’ll need to be taught a lesson, and you’ll get what you deserve.” A bushy brow above his eye lifted. “You’ll regret disobeying me.”
She stepped closer in defiance. “Can I pay for passage to walk along the dock, sir?” She purred her request.
He stared her down. His features could’ve been carved from stone. A fleeting thought of what Darren would do if she didn’t complete her task forced her hand. She’d have to do whatever Blackbeard requested. Darren would punish her if she didn’t finish the task that he carefully laid out for her.
Jasmine kept her gaze on his frozen face. The unmistakable swish of a zipper coming undone reached her ears. Blackbeard placed his hand on the top of her head. He pressured her down until her knees dug into the grating on the dock. His cock stood out at mouth level. She gazed up at his face, and the corner of his beard where it met at the end of his mouth moved. No one needed to give her an interpretation of the meaning—he sneered at her for lowering herself to him.
She opened her mouth and leaned forward to catch the bulbous head of his thick cock between her lips. Her lids lowered and she tested his size with her lips. Running her tongue around the ridge and gently sucking, she accepted the salty taste. His large cock jerked involuntarily between her lips. The pumping of more blood rushed to the core of his cock and enlarged him fully. A moan bubbled into her sealed mouth.
“Ye filthy bitch.” His hand fisted into her hair and he slammed his dick deeper into her throat. “Ye take the length of me cock, ye will.”
She swallowed the reaction to gag and it tightened the suction she had around him. He took control of her manipulations. Pushing and pulling her head, back and forth along the length of his cock. She managed to take every inch he gave her. He’d pull her off him, to once again slam himself back into her mouth. One last thrust and he deposited the price of admittance onto his dock at the back of her throat. She swallowed and paid the price. It was her only option to gain admittance to Darren.
Blackbeard tucked his flaccid cock in his trousers and with a sneer he never seemed to lose, grabbed her by the hair. She stood up. Licking her swollen, tender lips, she waited.
“Don’t dillydally, or I’ll stop you on your way off the dock and demand a refund, girly.” His shoulder pushed against her, and he continued on his walk.
Chapter Three
She smoothed her hair back and strolled faster down the runway. She’d have to hurry if she planned to reach Darren in the right amount of time. He still kept himself hidden, and she hoped that he showed himself soon. Sometimes Darren would test her obedience, and if that was the case, she hoped she’d pleased him so far.
Stopping beside a large cargo ship, she turned her head in all directions in search of the next man to do her bidding. She waved at the first man to meet her gaze. This one was built more appealing with broad shoulders and his pants showed off his muscular thighs.
“Something I can help you with, ma’am?” His sunbleached blond hair skimmed his shoulders and thick eyelashes framed eyes the color of the sea.
“I was wondering if you’d like to help me out?” She trailed her hand down the open V of her shirt.
He grinned and swept his gaze down the length of her body. His tongue slipped between his lips at the amount of cleavage she showed. “Sure, I have a few minutes to spare. Whatcha need?”
“It’s so hot out here.” She used her hand to fan her face. “I wonder if you can block me from the others view while I take my slacks off.” She ran her hands over the top of her open blouse. “My blouse is long enough to cover me. No one will know that I only have my panties on underneath. If you could hold on to my pants, and when I’m done with what I came here for, I’ll return for them.” She caught her bottom lip between her teeth.
“You serious, lady?” He scratched his blond hair. “Is this a funny joke one of the guys put you up to?”
“Pretty please?” She unzipped her pants. “I’d be ever so grateful.”
Instead of turning his back to her, he widened his stance, his gaze on her breasts that peeked out. She bent over to slip her foot out of the pants’ leg and exposed more of her chest to him.
With expertise, she hurried to remove the pants, folded the trousers, and handed them to him. She pulled down the tails of her shirt and wiggled her ass to make sure the shirt covered it. It barely touched the top of her thighs.
Turning around, she presented her back to him, and gazed over her shoulder. “Am I covered?”
He moved in to tug her shirt down. At the contact, she arched her back and thrust her butt into his hands. Not disappointed, she soon found his massive hands covering each butt cheek and kneading the firm muscles. She moaned and backed towards him. She ran the slip of her crack along the front of his pants and settled right on top of the rise of his cock. Squeezing her ass cheeks into the caress, she undulated up and down.
“Oh God, you are so big!” Bent over the way she was, her voluptuous breasts came out of the low-slung cups of her bra, and she reached up and rolled her nipples between her thumb and finger.
The man pulled back from her and she stepped back to find him again. This time the heat from his bare, engorged cock landed between her legs and rubbed against her inner thighs. She jerked.
He undid his zipper and released the beast!
This wasn’t in the plan! Darren’s instructions didn’t include letting some stranger enter her cunt. He ran the head of his cock over her panties and put pressure on her clit. She bucked against his turgid rod. All thoughts of protesting fled.
Knowing she shouldn’t share her pussy without her master’s approval, she lifted her head, and gazed around the dock for Darren. Her hips jumped at the temptation the man presented her. He knew how to please a woman.
Not spotting Darren, she second-guessed what he’d allow. He only mentioned owning her pussy. Moreover, he did tell her to play with the other men on the dock. In great detail, he’d explained how she must make three men come before presenting herself to him.
She bent her legs. The brawny man’s cock slid along her crack and rubbed against her tight starfish. Her hips slowed and moved enough to soften and open the very part of her body that Darren had never entered.
“That’s it, sugar. You know what my cock is screaming for right now. That tight asshole was made for my loving.” Brawny guy pulled aside her panties and placed his velvet-covered dick back on the same spot he softened.
A wet finger came down and rubbed the area, and she realized he used his spit to ease his entry. She straightened up and relaxed her lower muscles. His arms came around and grabbed at her peaked nipples. The rough hands through the silk material of her blouse hurt the tender nerves.
Tears came to her eyes, and she pulled out of his embrace. She turned, afraid she’d gone too far and the man might not let her walk away. Her eyes widened as she realized who stood behind brawny man.
“Da…Darren.” She quickly lowered her chin and stared at his shoes.
Chapter Four
Stepping out from behind
the brawny man and into plain view, Darren nodded, and walked up to stand in front of her. He lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. I’m sorry. I failed.
“Look at me, Jasmine love.” He waited for her to focus on his face.
She rubbed her lips together in frustration. Her body screamed for release and yet, she’d lost control and let her body rule what happened. Afraid of disappointing Darren, she lowered her head, unable to face the truth.
“No, no, love.” He raised her chin again. “There is no reason to be ashamed. I knew you would enjoy the flavors of these men. I set up the whole charade. They are not dock workers, but men under my employ.”
He stepped aside and she saw the men she’d allowed to touch her on her voyage down the docks. They stood fully clothed further away giving Darren time to talk. She shook her head. This didn’t make sense. Did Darren want to bring others into their relationship? Did he want her to share her pussy with the others?
“It pleases me to see you enjoying yourself. You’ve permitted that inner wild flower hidden inside to come out to play.” He gathered her in an embrace. “It turns me on to see you lose control of that high society, business owner, façade you wrap yourself up in every day in that high rise building you own.”
“I do it for you, Darren.” She sobbed. “Only you.”
“Aw, my poor love. Your body still needs attention, does it not?” He pulled back and gazed down at her face.
She nodded.
“Remember when I told you that your pussy is all mine?” He stepped back.
She wrapped her arms around her middle. “I’m sorry—“
He held up his hand. “No, love. ‘Tis my fault. I pushed you too far, but you had nothing to fear. I was watching you the whole time. I would not let another man have something so precious of mine.” The soft lilt of his voice smoothed her anxiety over displeasing him.