Make Me Yours Evermore, Book 3 (15 page)

When Kat slowed and hesitated, I wondered if he scared her. I put my hand to her back. “In. He won’t bite.”

“Does,” she muttered but after a moment of tension, where I could see the muscles of her arms and back tighten then relax, she walked in. That exaggerated roll of the pelvis only women could do had me watching her ass.

The slow up and down wander of Chris’s gaze said he appreciated the view from the front.

“Stand there.” He pointed to a spot under the shower.

Again she hesitated, though her head was down. Bravado, maybe. This wasn’t the place for wrestling and from what I’d just seen of her, this weary version of Kat would give in if pushed slightly. So I urged her forward with little steps until we were both under the shower spray. Then I turned her body and pushed her into Chris’s arms.

I smiled when she went without protesting. Tiredness or maybe she was accepting her fate, or both? Either way, though I’d have loved to hug her some more, this way I could observe everything he did to her.

She’d closed her eyes already and relaxed into his hold.

It was the first time I’d seen her surrender when she wasn’t bound. Nothing held her there except for her own mind. Chris gave in to temptation. He wrapped his arms across her chest beneath those luscious breasts and began to caress them.

I grabbed a second bar of soap and helped lather her skin. Her nipples peaked under our roving hands. Every curve of her was smooth and soft and led my palms up or down to yet another feminine slope.

I knelt and soaped her thighs, letting my hand run down their length, squeezing her muscles. When I reached her feet, I played between her toes. I looked up at the little waterfalls coming off her nipples and the triangle of her mons.

Water flowing over a woman’s body was an orchestral composition played by heavenly powers. Or some sort of fancy shit like that. I could’ve watched her all day.

Chris was whispering something. Whatever it was, she didn’t reply. Since he was preoccupied, I claimed a favorite spot and soaped her pussy. Pushing my hand and fingers between her legs evoked a gasp.

She lunged for me. “No!”

“Uh-uh.” Chris grabbed her wrists and she wrenched her upper body about trying to free them. The possibility that she’d kick me ran through my mind, but I didn’t hold her legs, I simply waited.

I had a strange faith that if she didn’t kick me it meant something…something good.

After a short tussle she quieted.

“I’m not going to finger fuck you. Not now, anyway. Stay still while I clean you.” I placed my palm over her mons and waited for her breathing to calm. “This is mine. I do what I want.” If I said it often enough she might come to believe me.

Languorously, I ran my fingers back and forth between her pussy lips. There was that restrained challenge in her face and in the tightness of her leg muscles and the wriggle of her toes. So I took even longer to do what I was doing. When she did nothing but glare while I teased her with my fingertip, I was satisfied. A minor triumph.

My kiss directly onto her clit made her squeak. I smiled as I rose.

“Have fun?” Chris asked.

I just cocked an eyebrow.

“Now you’re going to let us wash your hair, girl.” He forced her to put her head under the stream and she grumbled indignantly.

“Quiet!” The smack on her ass as Chris spanked her there, once, was loud in the small room. Water splattered everywhere.

She was halfway through turning and speaking a harsh word when she ground to a halt and stood there taking deep shaky breaths.

Chris and I shrugged at each other and proceeded to wash her hair. This was more fun than I’d thought it could be. When I shut off the water, a red handprint still showed on her butt over the other marks.

“How’s that?” I grinned down at her while Chris foraged for towels in the shelves. The look she shot me was ferocious and I tsked.

“Here.” He tossed me a big blue towel.

“I could let you do this, but…” I took great delight in covering her with it then drying every wriggling part of her I could find. The muffled shriek or two made me
tsk
again. When I was done and removed the towel, her red hair stuck out everywhere.

“You turned her into a witch!” Chris chuckled.

I shook my head. Behind the frazzled and twisted curtain of damp hair, a malevolent gleam showed in her eyes. “Uh-uh,” I murmured. “More like a tiger.”

“Well this tiger isn’t getting any food until tonight.”

Now, finally, she spoke, and it was low and angry and through her teeth. “I’m not going to ask why, Chris Wessex. It’d only make you think you’re important.”

“Meaning you disagree?” He reached through her dangling hair and took her chin with finger and thumb. His instructions came out like they were timed by a clock. “Andreas and I
are
the most important people in your world now. Starting tonight, you get punishment. Before dinner, it’s the electric cord. Ten strokes. Before you are allowed to eat, you will beg for it by kneeling and waiting for me to administer it. Hear me?”

Her shoulders slumped and she nodded, in a short up and down jerk. I guess escaping had taken away some of her fire, at least for now.

“Good.” He thumbed down on her mouth, stretching open her lower lip until I could see gum below her teeth. “Because if you don’t, it will happen anyway, but with more force, more strokes. Remember, I don’t give a shit if I make you scream.”

I think my heart stopped beating for a while. When she added nothing more, I breathed. Sometimes Chris scared even me.

The reflection of light along her lower eyelids, were those tears?

If it was, she never shed them.

Sometime soon, I needed to work up the courage to talk to her, even if I didn’t know if I could handle what she would say.

True to Chris’s word, we locked her up in the cage with water but no food. Toilet breaks and water were going to be it until around six pm.

Breakfast was cereal. There weren’t a lot of options around here. I stuffed another spoonful into my mouth, chewed noisily on the crunchy stuff and swallowed. “What’s your plan with Kat? You have some sort of training in mind?”

He leaned back in the canvas chair. “Yes. You’ll see. Repetitive things to do each day. Things that make her say yes in small increments so she doesn’t quite get up the guts to protest. Doing things to her that emphasize our dominance. Instilling automatic responses to certain events. Maybe if I have to, some sensory deprivation. Mostly, you need to reinforce what I say and do.”

“How long do you plan to stay here?”

“Four weeks, tops. Klaus is selling his half of the accountancy practice to me but he can cover for me for that long.”

This casual discussion was weird, even if it was necessary.

“Isn’t this the busy season for tax accountants?”

“Not yet. He’s hiring a locum to fill in for me. What about you? Last I saw, you were following stock market trends.”

“Still am. You’ve got internet here. Phone coverage.” I ate a few more spoonfuls then pushed away the bowl. With Kat starving, my appetite was less. “I’ve been watching my stocks even here. Plus I’ve saved a ton of my salary from my oil rig job. I don’t need to go back to work immediately.”

“So you can help me break her?” Casually, he spread avocado on his toast.

That word jolted me.
Break
her. Fuck. I watched the green stuff cover the bread, thinking inanely that at least Scrim was of use running about getting regular groceries, even if he had a tendency to forget things we wanted. We had two bottles of BBQ sauce and no orange juice.

“Andreas?”

“Sure.” I nodded. “Break her just seems so nasty.”

“It does. It is.” He sat forward and leaned his forearms on the table. “I’ll show you again, tonight. In case you forgot. Kat likes nasty.”

“To a degree.”

“Yes. To a degree.”

Not that I thought Chris would go too far, but his sadism unnerved me at times.

“I know when to stop, Andreas. But…” He frowned down at the table. “If you ever think I need reining in, say it.”

The concept that Chris might need stopping from doing something to Kat had occurred to me. Him saying it though, planted that seed even more firmly in my brain.

“You? Reining in?” I tried not to look skeptical. “I will. You’ve got my word on that.”

“Good. I’ve never had a woman who I could do anything to. Blood play, extreme sadism has a certain addictive quality, gives me a huge power rush. I should be fine.” He grinned. “Don’t look so worried.”

Should? Blood play? I must have fallen into Picasso’s world where the clocks melted and people ran about with faces like jigsaw puzzles. This was so surreal.

That night we had fish and chips waiting for us in the oven. Scrim had decided to buy takeaway food despite the fresh fish I’d caught and given him. The man seemed to like going back and forth along the potholed local roads. Perhaps he was practicing for rally driving.

At six pm the bugs were chirping out in the forest and the coolness of evening was settling in. Past the circle of our lights there was darkness and the strange noises of night creatures stirring. Leaves rustled mysteriously. A crack and series of thumps heralded the fall of a tree limb down through the foliage.

At least I hoped that’s what it was. The crocs liked to patrol at night, I’d heard, despite their reptilian systems meaning they were slower. I didn’t plan to test the theory by going for night walks beyond the walls. The forest could keep its creepy nighttime secrets.

The tread of feet made me turn to face the living room.

Chris led Kat out by the long chain leash. The whole visual concept had me swallowing. The collar at her throat. Her being brought out like a pet – our pet. Black leather cuffs at wrists and ankles and she wore another delicate low-cut dress that flowed down her curves in a rain of steel-blue lace.

As they came closer, I suppressed a groan. The cloth concealed nothing – not the peaked darkness of her areolas, nor the shadows of her navel and slit. Her feet made soft scuffing noises on the polished timber. Chris had her stop before me. Her head was bowed.

I wondered what he’d said to her before she came out here. Had he threatened her with worse punishment if she was disobedient? He must have.

Yet I caught the flare of displeasure in her eyes.

“Kneel in front of Andreas, Kat. Facing him. Then pull your dress above your waist.”

Her breasts swayed before me as she did so. Agony. Already my cock was straining at my board shorts. I adjusted myself. Chris got to look at her naked butt. Maybe I could make use of her mouth. The idea of that, of making her take me in her mouth, nearly set me off.

“Give him your wrists.”

Chris stepped over to a chair where a coiled power cord rested over the back.

She looked warily at me for a second before she held her hands up. I took them, wrapping one hand around those slender wrists then pressing them to my thigh. The brush of her fingers across my erection made me twitch.

“Fuck, woman. Take care,” I hissed.

Slyness surfaced in the curve of her mouth.

“I’m going to make you suck me off when Chris is done, pretty thing,” I murmured while I traced a slow gentle circle on her face, my finger dipping and rising as it bumped over the edge of her lips.

Kat gave an odd little noise. Was that annoyance or fright or something else? The fluorescent lighting cast such curious shadows. Whatever it was, it vanished to be replaced with blandness.

Chris came over and squatted beside us. With a hand in her hair, he turned her to face him. “Didn’t I tell you that you’d kneel for me, little Kat?”

After a few seconds, she swallowed.

“Answer me.”

Her chest expanded then she exhaled. “Yes. You did.”

Behind us, the sea washed into the beach. So peaceful, those sounds. The salt smell carried a long way. I held her wrists down, waiting.

He looked at her sharply, until she shifted nervously on her knees. “Ten strokes, since you’ve been good. Say thank you.”

Silence.

“Make that eleven. Say thank you, Kat.”

This time she huffed but added a quiet, “Thank you.”

“Ahh.” He patted her head. “We’re getting there. Good girl.”

From the rigid curling of her fingers she’d still knife him given half a chance. I grinned and wondered if I risked getting my dick bitten by asking for her to suck me off.

Chris uncoiled and doubled over the cord while Kat nestled her head between my thighs. This was foreplay, I decided. I didn’t dare blink. There was so much sexual energy bathing the place. When he laid the first few blows across her ass, she only gasped and shuddered. The next five made her shriek…and yet she raised her butt toward him. Only an inch or two but Chris saw it and smiled grimly, then increased the power of the strikes. The cord blurred.

Those two, she screamed.

After the final whack of the white cord, she stayed low, face buried, breathing with big chest-shaking gulps.

“Done.” Chris wiped his forehead and tossed the cord onto the long red sofa before he stepped back in.

He ran his hand across the wheals, watching Kat twist and squeak. The man was a predator with his prey writhing under his paws.

“These are very nice. Each night, I will give you ten hits with whatever implement I pick, until the night you kneel and say that you are sorry for what you did, and that you accept us as your masters. Understand? Understand me?”

“Yes.” She mumbled weakly, nodding, her hair rasping against my shorts, and the top of her head rubbing my balls.

I grunted. “I’m at one minute to lift off if she does that again.”

Kat lifted her head and gaped at me. “Oh.”

Her abrupt backward knee-walk was halted by Chris stepping in behind her.

I anchored my hand at the back of her neck “Fuck no. You’re not leaving now. Unzip my pants.”

After a brief inner struggle that showed in the way she chewed her bottom lip, she gave in and put her hands on my shorts. Slowly she began to pull down the zipper. Fuck. My eyes were growing stalks and probably glowing.

“Faster.” Still, she was slow – one frickin tooth of the zip bumped past per minute. “Keep teasing and I’ll get Chris to add some more lines to your butt.”