Make Me Yours Evermore, Book 3 (21 page)

“Never mind.” I toyed with her open mouth. “It’s difficult swallowing upside down. Andreas.” I beckoned him over from where he’d been sitting on the couch. “Come fuck her mouth too.”

Watching him do it was nearly as good as doing it myself. Kat was butted back and forth by the force of him shoving his dick into her mouth. The man must have been overwrought because he came within a minute or two. Another pool of cum and drool collected on the floor under our gently swinging girl. Before I let her down I kissed her belly.

“Good girl.”

That I’d spoken to her belly didn’t seem to faze her. She was far gone, staring into space, her eyelids at half-mast. I was pleased with the results. Taking her spit in the face had been more than worth it.

I got a hard-on just thinking about what he’d done a week ago. He’d not allowed her any pleasure. He’d strung her upside down and whipped her until she was pink and red and screaming. He’d fucked her mouth then invited me to do the same.

What a memory. I looked to the living room. My toes curled, thinking of it. I was waiting for her here, at the back steps that led down to the sand of the back of the lodge. The beach, the waves, a stroll in the forest maybe.

I shut my eyes, rubbing my face and trying to reconcile how much that face-fucking scene had aroused me, remembering the feel of her mouth on me, the look of my cock disappearing into her mouth, and her tied up with her hands in the black leather arm binder. I’d fucked her mouth with Chris’s cum still dribbling from her lips, using my grip on her head to drive myself into her throat.

I’d never come so hard, so fast. When I pulled out she’d drooled and choked for a few seconds. Even that had made me stare. I wanted to do it all again someday. Almost wanted her to misbehave as an excuse. Hell. Next time I’d make her come first…or at the same time.

I murmured a few expletives. I was so thoroughly into bad guy universe I doubted I could find my way back. Fucking a girl in a plain ol’ ordinary way would be like eating cardboard.

I looked up as I heard footsteps and there she was walking toward me, swaying. A gold gossamer dress over a white bikini. An angel, a kinky angel who I could make do so many dirty things. I could bend her over the railing, the couch…

Beach, I reminded myself, swallowing. The fucking beach. I smiled and levered myself off the railing.

When she stopped before me, the urge to give the hand signal for kneeling was so great that I had to deliberately make myself not do it.

“Come here.” I wasn’t going to let her walk freely, not outside where she might run again, but I didn’t want to restrict her too much. “I’m putting this on your collar.” I eyed her as I fiddled and clipped the leash on. The other end was attached to a cuff around my wrist. “I’d like not to have to, but you know why.”

Kat shrugged. “I understand, Sir.”

The Sir always resonated for me. She said it now, without thinking, or seemed to. I wondered if inside her head she resented it. Even after all these weeks, I didn’t know her well. If anything she’d shut herself off more after she’d run and we caught her. Today I was going to start us on a new path.

Keeping her didn’t mean treating her like dirt, or an object…

That upside down scene flashed to my mind. Yeah, except when I wanted her that way.

We stayed in the edge of the shade where the sand met the forest. I took her hand and held it, amused, in some ways, by the resemblance to two lovers out for a stroll. I stared out across the white sand to the rolling surface of the sea. Three in the afternoon. Great weather for swimming – a little cool, but the ocean was a few degrees warmer since we were heading deeper into winter.

I’d braved the bay a few times, in the middle of the day. It wasn’t mating season for the crocs so we were fairly safe. Chris and I never swam if the water wasn’t nice and clear.

“It’s beautiful out here,” Kat murmured. “Wish I could swim.

From the rueful quirk of her mouth and the way she gazed past me toward the bay, her words seemed genuine. Long ago we’d decided we couldn’t allow her to swim. “It’s dangerous.”

“Crocs?” She pulled a doubtful face and stopped walking. “I know you swim. You don’t trust me though, do you?”

“No, we don’t.”

“
You
don’t.”

Why the emphasis? “No.”

Her nod was distant, like I’d only confirmed a suspicion.

I tilted her chin up with the back of a finger. “If I knew you better, if you behaved better, I might trust you.”

“Behaved?” Again with the big stare of those gray eyes.

She wouldn’t fool me again.

“Tell me about yourself.”

“So that’s an order, Sir?” Then she turned away and looked up into the high trees, as if she wasn’t being bad by turning away while we were talking.

By tone alone, I made my reply an admonishment. “Kat.” Chris had trained me too. I jingled the leash.

She turned back. “Sir?”

Close to the bone. I let it by. Day of talking, being normal, remember?

“What were you looking at in there?”

“A bird. See?” She pointed. A yellow bird hovered beside a tree, its curved beak either probing for insects or nectar. “I think that’s a sunbird.”

“It is.”

She frowned at me. “You know your birds?”

I waggled my head. “I’ve been googling while staying here. And I’ve walked through there a few times. That’s a yellow sunbird.”

“Ah.” Her fallen expression told me I’d struck a nerve. “Can we go in there? Sir?”

That last Sir had been slow, reluctant.

“Sure we can.” I took her hand again.

We entered the forest. Both of us were barefoot so I didn’t plan going deeper where there’d be even more forest debris. We went in a few yards before walking parallel with the juncture of the trees and the beach. So, she liked creatures? One small fact learned.

I kept an eye out for more animals or birds. We chatted as we went on, falling into a gentle rhythm of spotting the small birds, a lizard, even a rifle bird that called its signature whip crack noise for us before flying away. Two minute green tree frogs sat on a moss-covered log and took a few hops when we crouched to look more closely.

“There was an adult in the toilet a few days ago,” Kat said quietly.

“I know. I fished him out and let him go near here.”

“Oh.” She looked disappointed. “He was pretty.”

My voice rose in disbelief. “Living in the toilet? No.” Slowly I shook my head. “No way. I’m not being surprised by a frog each morning when I go to the toilet.”

“Wuss,” she muttered.

I chuckled. “Careful what you call me, miss.”

“Huh.” She smiled, actually smiled. “I’m a brat, that’s the official kink term.”

“It is?” I ventured into dangerous territory. This was such an artificial situation. It was hard to know what to talk about. Friends, family, job – all were off limits. “You can teach me some more of those, or anything about kink, if you want.”

Kat snorted and switched into hostile mode in the hitch of a breath. “Me? You’re fucking joking. You can learn all of that from friendly Chris. I’m not teaching you.”

Swearing at me? I hesitated, cranked back my response to minimal. “Sir.”

Her eyebrows rose. “…Sir.”

Maybe we could have that heart-to-heart talk I wanted, needed. A clean fallen log from a gum tree made a convenient place to do this where it curved up a few feet from the forest floor. I sat down and pulled her to stand between my knees. “What’s bothering you?”

“What do you think?” Cheeky, bordering on outright disrespect. She hurried on before I could pull her up on that. Was that two or three infractions? “
You
can walk free in here, I can’t.
You
have access to computers, the world, I don’t. You have a life. I don’t. Lots of small –” She held up finger and thumb so they were almost, but not quite, touching. “– weeny insignificant things like that.”

The front of her gold dress heaved as she sucked in an indignant breath. Angry little thing. I narrowed my eyes. The tiny embroidered roses scattered across the bodice were shaped in and out by the hills of her breasts. I almost stuck my tongue out and licked her cleavage. Fuck. Riveting. My cock was responding.

I wrenched my gaze to hers.

My words tumbled out before I censored them. “You’re being a brat again. Disrespectful.”

“I’m what?” Incredulity twanged in the pitch of her words. She was seething, eyes glaring, teeth showing.

This was the first time I’d walked with her alone and now I regretted not having Chris here. He’d named himself well. The enforcer.

“Didn’t you learn anything yesterday?”

Ah.
Now
she went red and a moment later she looked away. Kat nibbled on her lip. “I’m sorry. Sir.”

“Are you? Maybe I should make sure of that.”

I shouldn’t go further, not if I wanted this on a vaguely normal level, but I undid the bow of her halter neck bikini top, then I gathered her dress up at the back until I could slip my hands beneath. Up over the curve of her wonderful luscious ass…

I watched her eyes, enthralled, did what I needed to by feel alone. Smooth back. Soft skin. She winced a few times when I guess I nudged bruises. Apart from that, she stayed stock still, only rocking if I moved her body, I found the back bow of her bikini top and pulled. The top fell away to the ground. The see-through dress revealed her…

I inhaled, caught by her sexuality, her beauty, as I was every single time.

Under the dress, I moved my hands and cupped each breast. My palms weighed their fullness. “These are pretty.” I thumbed slowly across one rose-pink areola. “Soft as petals.” With the pad of my thumb, I traced around and around one nipple while I checked her for a reaction.

She opened her mouth and I could see the underside of her tongue as she touched her lip, then the slow blink, until for a moment her eyes were closed, only to open when I stopped my finger moving. The breeze from the sea sent strands of her hair swirling into the air.

“I want to suck on you whenever I see these.”

“Oh?” she asked huskily, swaying toward me. “Bad man.”

I smiled. “Yes, I am.” Turned on already?

Chris had said it would become automatic with time. We were training her to become aroused quickly, at our touch. I liked that. My cock did too; it was prodding at my shorts already, trying to get out. As if she knew, her focus dropped to my lap.

Memory.
The feel of her mouth on me. I almost groaned aloud.

Yes, no, should I, shouldn’t I? Normal was rapidly deteriorating into let’s fuck her simply because I can and I want to. Let’s do it in a way that I like and maybe she doesn’t.

Or…I could kiss her first. Foreplay and whatever happens after that.

“Fuck no,” I growled.

Her eyes widened at my threatening words. “Andr – Sir? Wait.” She splayed her palms out before her. “This is wrong, you know this is.”

“Uh-uh.” Using the leash, I reeled her in and forced her over my lap.

She wriggled but not enough to bother me. I had her wrists in one hand and an arm leaned over the lower curve of her spine. “Think I was weak, Kat? I’m not, you know.”

She huffed and her muscles slackened. “I didn’t. You’re a man. I know you’re stronger.”

My ego liked that – her acknowledging me as her superior.

Her dress had stayed hitched up nicely. Convenient. I moved my hand lower to the lush mound of her ass, pulled down her panties, and let them fall away past her ankles. Pure joy, being able to do this.

“I could check you out all day. With your pussy where I can see it. There’s so many possibilities, when I have an ass like this to play with.”

“I guess.” Her words were almost lost; she’d lowered her head and murmured that to the ground. With her hair hanging in a swathe over her face, I could see the faint lightness at the roots.

I’d clicked her cuffs together, so I let go of her wrists to instead comb my fingers into her locks at the nape. “Like water. You have beautiful hair. You’re blond elsewhere. Why turn red?”

Her shrug was slight. “Truthfully, I bleach myself blond everywhere else.”

Definitely being a brat this time.

Methodically, I unlocked and disconnected the leash from us both, dropped it to the ground. The thing was going to get in the way. Then I delivered a few heavy swats to her butt. They were hard enough to make her squeal and squirm, to make her skin blush pink.

“Wow.” I looked at her rear end more closely. There were old bruises but my handprint stood out. “I can see my fingers in the marks.”

“Good for you. Whoop-de-doo-dah,” Kat muttered. “Do you want a cake or fireworks?”

“Neither. I think, with those words, you earned what I’m going to do next.”

Her meek silence made me grin. I laid her over the log, ignoring her curses when she worried about bugs and dirt and shit. I pulled my shirt off over my head, then took off my shorts and set them on the big log for padding and I moved her so she draped over my clothes.

I clipped her ankles together. Now
that
made her nervous. She turned her head to look at me, suspicion written all over her face.

With her legs together, she was perhaps thinking anal. I let her think what she wanted.

“Sir?”

Fuck. That word again. It made me hyperaware of how vulnerable she was.

“I can’t breathe.” Kat wriggled on the spot.

All her weight was on her stomach where she draped over the log. I redid the cuffs so she could rest her hands over her head, on the ground. Since she was still ass up and at knee height, I was happy. Even happier when I dragged the dress fully over her head until it caught under her armpits, and was inside out, then I used the dress itself to knot it firmly around her arms.

She wriggled madly for a minute or more while I smiled at her struggles and held her hips down. At last, she stopped and lay there panting.

“Now I’ve caught you.” This was a little homemade net and trapped inside were her upper back, her arms, her head, and that pretty mouth.

“Let me out of here. Please?” Her words were barely muffled and hoarse. “I don’t like being all tangled up!”