Night Beach (7 page)

Blaine
saw it. He felt
it, the restlessness of his strong-willed wife. She submitted to him, in all
things, and had from the very beginning. But that strong will needed an outlet,
a focus.

They’d both enjoyed his taming of Kathryn’s willfulness in
the beginning (and they still enjoyed it now), and yet with the passage of the
years, and the blossoming of his once reticent wife into the fierce, driven
corporate shark she was today, a new need had surfaced — one they both knew he
was ill-equipped to satisfy.

Then she’d seen her. It happened quite by accident, really.
Blaine’s friend Cam (a woman who was quite aware of his particular tastes) had
told him she knew of a woman whom he might enjoy meeting. He hadn’t even thought
about it with any deliberateness. Blaine had brought young, naive women into
their bed before, of course. Kathryn had always reveled in it, soaking up the
wide-eyed innocence exposed to the realities of a world of possibilities, to
treatment equal parts tender and cruel.

That night Kathryn had come to exchange phones with him,
having somehow left hers in his coat pocket. He’d barely spoken two words to
Erica, but his cock was already hard for her, already imagining what those long
legs would look like stretched out before him, her lush bottom quivering over
his lap, her nervous breathing as she waited for her spanking to begin.

He’d watched Kathryn moving through the dazzling light of
the courtyard, her gleaming golden plaits washing over the thick collar of her
coat. God, she was so beautiful! She’d stopped dead upon seeing the girl he sat
with.

Erica hadn’t seen her yet though, her trembling attention
fixated on Blaine’s fingers as they stroked her open palm he held in his hands.

His wife’s glittering eyes met his, the naked fire in them
quickening his heartbeat, his cock throbbing further. He’d walked to her then,
hoping his coat hid the obvious bulge he was sure would be visible at his
crotch.

“That’s her. Make her ours, Blaine.”

Those words had started it all for them, begun the journey
— and with luck, they both hoped the new chapter in that journey, would begin
tonight.

Nevertheless, he wondered. They’d never taken it this far
before, and they’d planned to take things much further still. There was always
a danger in it, introducing a third, subordinate though she’d definitely be —
to the both of them. It was for that reason alone that he thought it just might
work.

Having a slave meant responsibility, work, and diligence.
Kathryn would be up to the task, and then some. In a way, he actually felt a
little sorry for the girl. Though he’d seen her pussy react to Kathryn every
bit as strongly as she reacted to him, he knew the young woman had no real
concept of what she was truly getting herself into.

“Then if she passes your little test, you’ll have what you
wanted, Kathryn.”

Her eyes stared off toward the dark expanse of the sea. “A
slave.”

Blaine
’s hand closed
over hers, squeezing. “Ours.”

***

Erica awoke to the movement of the bed. The room was pitch
black, and she looked around groggily for light, any light. Then she remembered
the blindfold.

“Sleep well?” Sir’s voice. The bed moved again, and she
felt the warmth of his naked body next to her, his side pressing to her naked
breasts, the hairs tickling her.

“Yeah … how long was I?”

“Awhile. It’s dark now. Time to head to the beach in a
bit.”

Strong hands hooked under her arms, helping her to sit up,
the blackness behind the blindfold disorienting her for a moment. “Ahh, this …”

She twisted within the arm binder, her fingers working in
the soft cloth balled in her palms.

“Stop that,” Sir said, a hand slapping her breast, sending
it bouncing. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just … need to get loose.” Her hands
were sweaty, and she wanted them out, to feel the fresh, cool air kiss her
clammy skin again.

“You’re not getting out of that binder until I say so. You
can start by doing what you’re told. Now stop fidgeting.”

Hard hands captured her breasts, kneading the vulnerable
flesh, her treacherous nipples tightening against his grip. “As much as I like
what your struggling does to these tits of yours, I don’t want you injured.” He
bounced a breast in his palm then let it drop, his finger tapping her chin. “Be
a good girl now.”

She nodded with a whimper, curling into herself, trying
vainly to find some way to feel less … vulnerable. It felt like her breasts had
spotlights on them.

“Just follow my lead, girl.” His hands pulled on her arms,
drawing her toward him, and for the millionth time she cursed the arm binder
for preventing her from embracing him. The damned thing ensured that everywhere
Erica went, she led with her breasts. She felt her nipples stiffen at the
thought, and Blaine chuckled somewhere in front of her.

“Eager?”

“No, Sir,” she lied. She couldn’t tell if the cool wetness
between her thighs was her own juices or Sir’s seed. He rarely gave her leave
to allow her to clean his semen from her sex, and this time was no different.

He clasped her waist tightly, and she stiffened. “Lift your
leg up now. There you go.”

Oh, please let it be this.

Something hot and hard touched her inner thighs, and she
barely suppressed an exultant yell. She
loved
being on top of her Sir. It
was so rarely allowed during her visits that she regarded it as a true gift,
allowing her to grind her clit against him as they fucked. He allowed her to
ride his cock, but still he controlled her, directed her movements. Her physical
proximity to him meant nothing — he was still her Sir in every sense.

The broad head of his cock slipped between swollen,
sensitive labia and she slid down, down. Erica panted as he spread her wide
once more, her pussy unexpectedly sore from the earlier encounter. He must have
been even harder on her than she’d thought.

Her pussy spasmed at the thought, making her wince.

Hands squeezed her waist. “Stay very still Erica. Very
still. I want to look at you.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, dropping her head even though
she was blindfolded. She knew he was watching the rise and fall of her
proffered breasts, even as the hot blush spread from her cheeks down her neck.
Such was the one drawback of the position — total exposure to him. From the
flush of her cheeks to her bouncing breasts (as she had no doubt they would be
once he worked her up to speed) down to the bare pussy stretching around his
thick, throbbing cock. All of it for him, his to do with as he pleased.

“Very slowly now, work me with that cunt.” He slapped her
breast, his finger catching a hard nipple, making her yelp at the sting.
“Slower, more. There you go.”

Erica knew how he liked it, and her sinuous hips swirled as
she thrust up and down on the big penis, her pace entirely dictated by those
hard, cruel hands. Her pussy made a wet noise upon him and she felt her cheeks
warm anew.

Fingers played below, finding her aching clit even as, at
the urging of those implacable hands, she thrust down upon him faster. “Sir,
please
.”

“Please, what?” His voice had lowered, the tension just
under the surface. For once, she was affecting him, getting to him. The flash
of triumph was very short-lived however, as fingertips claimed her hard
nipples, pinching down in twin points of bright pain. “Don’t even think about
it.”

“Please!”

She groaned, shuddering as his fingers twisted her nipples,
the pain arrowing straight to her womb, transformed into burning lust. She
could feel the copious wetness coating him, spread over her inner thighs, as
she obediently worked his shaft repeatedly. God, if he’d just let her. Just
once!

“This isn’t about you right now, girl.” She cried out as he
slapped first one breast, then the other, causing the globes to collide with
one another. “Your job is to be quiet, and fuck me with that wet cunt. If you
come, it’s incidental. Don’t forget it.”

“Yes … Sir,” she whispered, wanting to hide her face, the
shame was so exquisite.

“Faster now. Come on, girl!”

Her hips slammed down upon him, his cock going so deep it
took her breath away, the big head rubbing against the mouth of her womb in
that odd mixture of pain/pleasure she experienced with cervical stimulation.
The blindfold didn’t help her block out the vision of her breasts wobbling up
and down under his avid gaze, the tips bright red from the cruel ministrations
of his fingertips.

She felt a smaller, softer hand caress her ass. “How’s she
doing?”

Erica froze. The coolness of the voice was unmistakable.
Her Mistress.

“Jury’s still out on that one,” Blaine said, a twist of his
hips grinding his hard cock deeper within her. “She’s been a good girl,
mostly.”

Erica couldn’t quite stifle a whine at the sharp pain of
the pinch to her ass. “I see you had to punish her. What’s she done?”

She trembled, her hands twisting helplessly within the
leather of the arm binder.

“Oh nothing too bad, really,” Blaine said, his hands
settling on the curves of her hips again. “She just needed a little reminder to
do as she’s told.”

“Pity. I was looking forward to giving her some more if
she’d really misbehaved.”

“Not having a reason’s never stopped you from disciplining
her before. Why start now?”

The silence from her Mistress sent ice water through
Erica’s veins. She imagined all manner of horrible implements in Kathryn’s
capable hands. Implements intended to reinforce her submission, the proof of it
written in lines of fire across her tender flesh.

“Get that ass moving, Erica.” Blaine squeezed her hips
threateningly. “You work my cock until I tell you otherwise.”

“He shouldn’t have to tell you that,” Kathryn whispered in
her ear. “I see we still have a long way to go with you.”

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Don’t say sorry to me, slut. It’s his cock you’re sitting
on.” Kathryn’s hand landed a tremendous smack to Erica’s already roasted
bottom, making her cry out. “Now get back to work.”

For a few moments, as the handprint throbbed painfully
across her ass cheek, Erica wondered if perhaps her Mistress had retired.

Blaine
chuckled. “Listen
to your Mistress. Get on with it, girl.”

“Y—yes, Sir.” A tear slipped from beneath the blindfold,
tracking a lonely trail down her cheek.

“How was the shale negotiation?” His voice was raised
somewhat, moving on to other topics while his slave girl lunged up and down his
thick shaft. “Did Collins sell?”

Dear God, they aren’t really going to talk about this now!

Kathryn gave a rueful laugh. “He tried to play hardball
with us. Actually brought in his niece to propose new contract terms. The
asshole.”

“Niece?” He groaned softly as Erica squeezed him, her lower
lip caught in her teeth. She suppressed a victorious curve of her lips she
feared might be seen as impertinence.

“Yeah, can you
believe
that shit? No warning, no
nothing. She walks into the conference room and slaps down a codicil an inch
thick. Apparently, she’s a contract lawyer — but she looked to me like she was
just fresh out of law school. She was an idiot, but she had an ass on her that
wouldn’t quit. Couldn’t have been a day older than our little rag doll here.”

Her Mistress’ hand ruffled Erica’s unruly curls, and she
swallowed, dropping her head.

“I told you he’d try something.” Blaine’s hands stilled her
writhing hips, her clit throbbing against him. “That offer was too good to be
true. Let me guess, once he got wind of the size of the Bakken shale find, he
upped the price, right?”

“Yep, Watkins and Miss Great Ass hashed it out for over an
hour. I left about halfway through disgusted with the whole thing. I wanted to
wring Collins’ fat neck for pulling something like that.”

“What’d she cost us?” Blaine’s hips rolled beneath her and
his hand patted her stinging ass. Time to continue.

Her Mistress sniffed. ”Five percent. She’d opened with
fifteen, but Watkins told her to go fuck herself.”

Blaine
chuckled. “Losing
your edge, Kathryn? There was a time you’d have given them two percent and made
them feel fortunate to get that.”

“Yeah, well, we all have our off days.”

Then the mattress dipped on one side.

Oh God, no!

She didn’t think it could have gotten worse having her
Mistress walk in to see Erica sitting on Sir’s cock. But as usual, she was
wrong.

“Those boobs of hers sure do move well, Blaine. Big girl!”
Erica thought she might actually spontaneously combust with embarrassment.

Sir’s rough fingers claimed one bouncing globe, his thumb
circling the taut aching tip. “We picked well didn’t we? I like to see—” his
hips snapped violently up into her several times, and Erica grunted at each
thrust, keenly aware of her breasts swinging up and down like church bells “— I
prefer to see them hanging down as I fuck her though.”