by BJ Wane
“It’s not my fault the thought of both of you is such a big turn-on.” Her cheeky smile proved she was a good match for Trevor, Dax thought. He could picture the two of them bantering, yet each getting what they wanted from a scene.
“You thought we’d get you off that easy?” Dax scoffed.
“You make wanting to climax sound bad. Isn’t that what sex is all about?”
The tartness remained evident in her voice and Dax wanted to grin. She must enjoy punishment.
“Dax here prefers tormenting a sub before pleasuring her, so you’ll have to wait. You’ll climax when we’re ready for you to and not a moment before. Unless you continue with the attitude. Then it’ll be a long day for you, sweetheart.”
Trevor’s hint at orgasm deprivation shut her up and Dax could tell she didn’t like that possibility, like most women. He wondered if that was a tactic Kurt had used on Krista. Somehow, he doubted Kurt had to resort to such measures with such an eager to please sub. Then again, when it came to her sexual likes and dislikes, he knew very little about Krista’s desires, only that she found pleasure in putting her husband and Master’s desires above her own. Irritation rose inside him as swift and hot as a volcanic outpour. It pissed him off he couldn’t keep from comparing a woman he hadn’t seen or spoken to in a year and a half to the one right in front of him. With any luck, when he saw Krista again come Monday, he would discover his feelings for her were not nearly as strong as his imagination kept insisting they were, that they were as dead and buried as her husband, and they’d both moved on. Wasn’t that what he’d intended with the separation of the last months?
The steady, smooth glide of the mega yacht through the ocean kept the breeze stirred up but meant he and Trevor had to expend energy balancing with the vessel’s bobs and bounces. Concentrating on maintaining his stance and focusing his attention on Crystal, Dax thrust three fingers deep inside her quivering vagina. Her hips thrust against his hand, whether to escape Trevor’s continued thrashing or embrace his invasion, he didn’t know.
“You redden nicely,” Trevor commented before glancing from her buttocks to Dax. “But I think it’s time to switch, if you’re ready?”
“What? What do you mean? Damn it!”
Crystal’s frustration couldn’t have been clearer as Dax pulled out of her with a tantalizing, slow caress over her clit. Leaving her hanging, he shifted behind her and Trevor took his place. Coming off a stressful week of complicated surgeries where he literally held a person’s life in his hands, Dax preferred a more biddable sub in his limited down time. Because he’d taken a few weeks off to acclimate to being home again, he let that preference slide today. From the look of anticipation on Trevor’s face and gleam of lust in his eyes, his friend was enjoying his choice for the evening’s play, and it wouldn’t hurt Dax to go along.
Snapping the flogger across her breasts, Trevor quipped, “Problem, sweetie?”
“How long are you going to make me wait?” she complained again, but Dax heard the teasing note behind her whine and tried not to think about how it grated on him.
“I have all evening. How about you, Dax?”
Not wanting to let either of them down, he said, “As long as it takes.”
Trevor’s dark eyes lit with excitement as he teased and tormented her breasts, belly and thighs with light strokes and stimulating glides of the flogger. Using three fingers again, Dax did the same as he worked her pussy with one hand and manipulated the malleable, warmed flesh of one buttock with the other. He didn’t know which action she enjoyed most, only that, judging by the dampness coating his fingers, she was getting off on the dual attention. Which, of course, wouldn’t do just yet. As her slick channel spasmed with tiny clutches around his thrusting fingers, signaling an impending orgasm, he pulled back with a tight pinch on her cheek.
“Ow!” Crystal whipped her head around and pinned him with a narrow-eyed stare that turned him off. Dax tried not to inject his own desire for the type of sub he preferred to play with, but it was becoming more difficult to find enjoyment in this scene, through no fault of either Crystal’s or Trevor’s. He had only himself to blame for the constant roller coaster of emotions he couldn’t seem to get off, no matter how hard or what he tried.
“Problem?” Even Dax heard the ice behind Trevor’s one-word inquiry and didn’t blame him for raising a brow in question.
Shrugging, he pinched her ass again. “She’s a demanding handful, isn’t she?”
“She can be.” Switching his assessing gaze to Crystal, Dax noticed Trevor hardened his voice as he said, “Keep quiet or I’ll gag you.” He smiled at Dax as he snapped his wrist and struck a sharp blow across her right thigh. “Better, Master Dax?”
“Much. Now, let’s see if that does the trick.” Guilt trickled in as he returned to her pussy and brought her to her toes with a swift, upward plunge. He shouldn’t project his needs into Trevor’s scene, even though he could see Trevor didn’t mind getting sterner with his guest. He was beginning to regret coming along tonight, and should’ve heeded his piss poor, melancholy mood and stayed home as his enjoyment dwindled the longer he continued. And that was no one’s fault but his own.
Searching out her clit, Dax pulled the hood aside and pinched, his intention to get Crystal off before the downward spiral of his mood ruined their time. His growing dissatisfaction and disinterest in her and this scene wasn’t fair to her or his friend, who’d only wanted to give her a new experience. Yearning to see the same look on Crystal’s face he’d witnessed on Krista’s their one time together, the pleasure Krista derived from their pleasure, wasn’t right. Krista was a sub who harbored a need to please, and received more enjoyment from her Dom’s pleasure than her own. A fucking heady experience for any Dom, and one Dax hadn’t been lucky enough to experience since that night. Crystal appeared to enjoy impact play, light pain and bondage, and it was wrong to find fault with her because he wanted more.
Trevor dropped the flogger and filled his hands with Crystal’s red-striped breasts. She moaned, arching her chest forward while thrusting her ass back into Dax’s hand. With a deep, body-lifting thrust, he asked Trevor, “Now?”
“Now, Crystal.” As Trevor dipped his head to draw one distended peak into his mouth, Dax concentrated on her clit, tugging on the swollen bundle until tight squeezes replaced the small clutches. The ocean breeze blew her exalted cries out over the wide expanse of never-ending blue as they both pressed up against her writhing body. Sandwiching her between them, they maintained their manipulations of her nipples and clit until she sagged in her bonds in sated relief.
Chapter 4
Dax helped Trevor release Crystal, ready to move on. Whether it was her or his discontent because he saw another woman when he looked into Crystal’s blue eyes, he didn’t know, but it wouldn’t be fair to her to participate further. Maybe at a later date, when he’d confirmed he was over his infatuation with an unattainable sub, and if Crystal proved to have the submissive streak he preferred when hooking up for a scene, but not today.
“Thank you for inviting me to pleasure your sub, Trevor.”
With a slow nod of understanding that Dax had gone as far as he wanted to, Trevor pulled Crystal against him. “Catch you at the grill shortly. Make sure you get there before Miles.”
Relieved Trevor was going to leave it at that, Dax grinned at the reference to Miles’s huge appetite. That hadn’t changed during his long absence either. “I’ll be sure to get there before him.”
Stepping back, he strolled toward the bow as he tried putting his disappointment in himself aside. He should have stayed home today instead of subjecting his closest friends to his pissy mood. When he’d woken this morning and his heart had raced, knowing tomorrow he would be seeing Krista again, Dax had to forcibly remind himself why he’d taken off for so long and why nothing could ever come of a relationship between them. It didn’t matter if she was the type of sub he’d always wanted for a committed relationship, or that she’d been wido
wed long enough to put her in the market for another Dom.
After assisting Kurt with his suicide by procuring the drugs for him then walking away knowing what he’d been about to do, Dax had burned any bridges he might’ve had with Kurt’s soon-to-be widow. Whether he’d felt he was doing the merciful thing or that he’d take the same way out if he were the one facing such a slow, horrendous death while a loved one sat by in helpless despair, didn’t matter. In the eyes of the law, his Hippocratic Oath and Kurt’s widow, his actions were criminal and unforgivable. He’d known that going in and thought he could handle it. What he hadn’t counted on was the gut-churning guilt that wouldn’t let go of one unanswerable question. Had Dax caved to Kurt’s desperate pleas in order to ease his friend’s suffering, or to clear a path to Krista for himself? That insoluble question tied his hands as effectively as Crystal’s had been bound on the chain.
Dax spotted Sean lifting his sub from the whirlpool, caught his attention then stripped, nodding toward the water. He figured a cold dip now Zach had brought the boat to a stop would go a long way in restoring his mood. With a silent, thumbs up gesture, Sean indicated he’d play lifeguard, and Dax dove overboard into the cold, swirling Atlantic.
After ten, vigorous laps back and forth alongside the anchored yacht, Dax pulled himself up the side ladder, enjoying the warmer air wafting over his chilled skin. The exercise had worked to clear his mind and pump his blood in a rapid, adrenaline rush through his veins with every beat of his heart. Panting, he swung onto the upper deck then took the towel Sean held out to him. Somehow, he wasn’t surprised to see him waiting alone for his return.
“Don’t you have a sub who needs seeing to?” Dax asked as he dried off with brisk rubs.
“I lathered her up with sunscreen and she’s relaxing on a lounge.” Handing Dax his clothes, Sean questioned him about his own scene, like Dax knew he would. “Cut your time with Trevor’s guest a little short, didn’t you?”
Shrugging, he took his time draping the towel over the rail to dry before stepping into his shorts. “He asked for my help with her first time with two men and I gave it to him. What’s Zach got to drink?” They had all agreed to stay off the liquor while indulging their sexual kinks at sea, but right about now, Dax wished he could break that rule.
Expecting Sean to follow, he pulled his polo shirt over his damp head as he padded to the covered outdoor kitchen in the center of the deck. He took a minute to admire the swaying breasts and spread thighs of the women gyrating on Troy and Trevor’s cocks as they lay back on the lounges. With their subs’ hands bound behind them, the Carlsons kept control and aided in their balance by keeping a tight hold of their hips. At least everyone else is having a good time.
Checking the mini-fridge, Dax snatched two cold sodas and tossed one to Sean before leaning against the end of one of the tables and crossing one foot over the other in a show of nonchalance he doubted would deter Sean from questioning him further. When he did pop another question, it wasn’t the one Dax expected.
“You talked to your parents since you got back?”
“What the fuck brought that on?” Damn it. Sean, as well as the rest of the guys, knew how much he hated talking about the two people whose biggest contribution to his upbringing had been siring him.
“It’s obvious you don’t want to talk about what bug crawled up your ass that sent you running for the last year and half, so I chose another topic.” Sean took a long drink, eyeing Dax with a sardonic glint in his eyes.
“Well, pick another one.”
“Still not in the mood to forgive and forget, huh?”
“Since Darci is still dead, no.”
Why Donald and Barbara Hayes ever became parents would always be a baffling, unsolvable mystery to Dax. His childhood memories of himself and his twin sister growing up were anything but warm and fuzzy. It was still too easy to recall how he and Darci had huddled under the covers together during their parents’ screaming matches that usually included throwing and breaking things and slamming doors, followed by hollow silence when one of them stormed out. The good memories were of when they climbed on chairs to reach the peanut butter, giggling and playing make-believe their parents wouldn’t ever return, or of sneaking out at night, running down to the playground on the corner, chasing each other in the dark until they were tired enough they could fall asleep without worrying over when the next big blow-up would occur.
Yeah, the best days of his childhood were the times it was just him and Darci. The worst came after her death at fourteen from a rare, genetic heart condition.
“They didn’t know, Dax. How long are you going to punish them for that?”
“They would have if they’d paid attention. The signs were all there,” he argued.
“But it wouldn’t have mattered. There still would have been no cure,” Sean insisted with his usual patience.
“I know that,” Dax snapped at the reminder. Crumpling his empty can, he lobbed it into the trash before glaring at Sean. “But maybe, just maybe, they would’ve made a stab at actual parenthood that included showing affection before she died. Although why I think they would have, I have no idea.”
Finishing off the rest of his soft drink, Sean followed Dax’s move and tossed his can in the bin. “All I’m suggesting is that you remember we all make mistakes, some we pay for with huge consequences, such as losing a child.”
Dax scoffed. “I doubt those two even remember they had a daughter.”
“Oh, you’d be surprised.”
Sean turned and walked back to his sub with that cryptic remark. Shaking his head, Dax wondered what he meant then decided it didn’t matter. Nothing would ever change the way he felt about his parents.
Zach, Miles and Jackson appeared topside in the next few minutes, the flushed faces and distended nipples of all three women sure signs they’d been having a good time in the playroom. Zach had spared no expense nor left anything out when equipping the enclosed main space on the middle deck. Dax could too easily picture Krista bound on the medieval fucking chair, her legs spread wide on the cutout seat that left pussy and anus open and easily accessed. Giving his head a mental shake to dispel the image, he decided he’d take up the next offer to share that came his way. It was time to move on, one way or another, and it’d be best to relieve some of the tension of his homecoming before his reinstatement at the hospital tomorrow, and seeing Krista again.
“I was hoping you’d have the food up here before Miles to give us a chance to get our fill first,” he complained with a teasing wink at Miles’s date. The women were all comfortable in their nudity except for Sandie. She was the only one covered with a bikini bottom, yet she still blushed crimson and looked away from him when he stepped forward to take the tray laden with bowls of various salads from her. After gaining Zach’s nod of approval, he ran one finger over her nipple, drawing her green eyes back on him in a flash of surprised heat. “Better. I’ll set this on the table.”
His mood improving, Dax helped at the grill and asked Jackson how the preparations for his annual adoption fundraiser were coming. They liked to rib the veterinarian about preferring his animals to people, something he never denied.
“Good. I just hope I get a big enough turn out. I can’t afford to be too picky about available homes, except for the animals that’ll require special handling due to health or temperament. I have to find a way to slow down the drop offs though, or I’ll be right back where I was in no time.” Flipping patties, an irritated frown drew Jackson’s brows down.
“Why don’t you install a movement activated camera by your front gate?” Troy suggested. Being a cop, he knew about surveillance techniques. “Might be enough to deter some who wouldn’t want to be caught on film. They’d just get a slap on the wrist, but again, that might be enough.”
“Hey, bro, you can come up with a good idea once in a while.”
“More often than you,” Troy shot back to Trevor.
Dax’s mood lightened during the famili
ar banter. This was what he’d missed most during his self-imposed exile, the natural camaraderie among the people who were most important to him. He waited until everyone had filled their plates before taking a seat between Sean and Miles, wishing he had a warm, soft body on his lap to enjoy his meal with. He saw now it had been a mistake to attend this cruise alone. Not that he wasn’t sure of any one of his friends’ willingness to share, but bringing along a sub who would’ve required his attention would have helped keep his mind off tomorrow, and his worry over his reaction to seeing Krista again.
With thirteen gathered around the two tables, talk grew loud as they now strove to sate another hunger. By the time they were clearing the tables away, Dax’s pleasure in the food and the company seemed to have revived his interest in sex. Or maybe it was watching the roaming hands and the responses those touches generated which were responsible for his change of heart. Whatever the reason, Miles must have noticed because he was the first to extend an invitation.
“Zach finally got the St. Andrews cross aboard. Want to help me break it in?”
Thankful that Vicki was gazing at him out of dark, hopeful eyes instead of bright blue ones, Dax accepted the invitation. “The cross is always a favorite. Lead the way.”
“I noticed last night Dr. Hayes has two patients admitted already. One’s scheduled for surgery tomorrow morning.”
Krista pushed up from her prone position on the yoga mat until her arms were locked straight and her hips and extended legs lifted by the downward pressure of her feet. Arching her torso back, she flicked an irritated glance over to Alessa before concentrating on holding the upward facing dog warm-up pose.
“What’s your point?”