Total Abandon (17 page)

She centered it against her opening, then slowly sank down on him. Her breath caught as his huge erection pushed deep inside, stretching her. Her arms wrapped around his muscular shoulders and she snuggled against him, enjoying the feeling of being impaled by his impressive cock.

James chuckled. “Would you two like to be alone?”

Sandra smiled. “There’s no way I would waste a second man.”

She pressed her hand on Craig’s chest and eased him back. Once he was lying down, she pushed herself up on her knees, enjoying the feel of his cockhead stroking her vagina as she lifted her body. He fell free and she leaned forward, presenting her backside to James in invitation. His hand stroked over her ass, then she felt hard flesh press against her slit. He glided inside her vagina, pushing in deep. He pivoted in and out a couple of times, then drew out. She grabbed Craig’s cock and sank down on it again.

James’ hot slick cockhead pressed against her back opening and he eased forward slowly. Soon his cockhead was fully immersed inside her. He stopped, giving her time to relax. She drew in a deep breath as he started forward again. After a few long, erotic moments, his entire shaft was inside her.

Oh, God, she felt so full. Two big cocks inside her. She squeezed her muscles.

“Doll, I am so close,” Craig said.

“Oh, man, me, too.” James stroked her ass.

She leaned her hands on the rock, then rocked her pelvis forward. Craig’s finger found her clit. Sharp pleasure seared through her. She rocked back and forth. The men began to move, pushing into her, then back, then deep again. James cupped her breasts and squeezed gently as he penetrated again. Pleasure welled up, then erupted through her as an orgasm blasted through every cell of her body. She wailed at the incredible sensations pulsing through her and exploded in ecstasy.

She gasped for air, both men holding her tight between them. Then she sighed.

“That was…” She pushed her long black hair back from her face. “Oh, man, you guys are…” She shook her head. “I mean … just wow!”

James chuckled as he pulled free. Craig stood up, lifting her to her feet with him, then kissed her.

“I think you could use a rest after that.” Craig lifted her and tossed her over his shoulder, then grasped her thighs and started to walk toward the path. The ground bounced beneath her as she flopped on his shoulder, enjoying the ride. His free hand stroked over her bare ass, and even in her sated state, she could feel erotic stirrings again.

It was going to be a long and incredibly exciting weekend!

*   *   *

“What is all this stuff?” Sandra peered at the red cloth shopping bag Aimee had set on the bed in front of her.

“I brought these for you to wear tonight,” Aimee said.

Sandra lifted one of the leather straps, a thick black band with a metal ring attached.

“That’s for your wrist. There’s another there, too.” Aimee picked up a narrow leather strap. As she lifted it, Sandra noticed there were other straps attached to it. “This is the body harness you’ll be wearing.”

Sandra raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

“You wanted to try some bondage, right?”

“Doesn’t that just mean the guys tie me up or put on handcuffs or something?”

“Sure, you could do that, but why not do the whole shebang?”

Sandra plucked the harness from Aimee’s fingers and stared at it. “I’m not even sure how to put it on.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ll help.”

Sandra pursed her lips as she removed her clothes. Once she stood in only her bra and panties, she glanced toward Aimee.

“Keep going,” Aimee said.

Sandra glanced down at her powder blue bra and panties. Not exactly what she would choose to wear with black leather. She riffled in the bag to see if Aimee had brought something appropriate, but she couldn’t find any bra or panties, leather or otherwise, in the bag.

“I didn’t bring a black bra.” Sandra did have black panties, though.

“No need. You wear this alone. Nothing else. Nada. Got it?”

“Oh.”

Sandra reached behind herself and unclasped her bra, then dropped her panties to the floor and stepped out of them.

“Here, put this over your head.”

Sandra ducked her head under the leather strap Aimee held up and she positioned the harness over Sandra’s breasts, the straps forming a triangle around each one. Aimee walked behind Sandra and drew a strap around her waist, then fastened the small buckle. A pair of straps still dangled free in front of her.

“Okay, I have to feed the other straps between your legs and fasten them back here,” Aimee said.

Feeling a little strange about this, Sandra widened her stance. She and Aimee had changed together plenty of times, but this was … different.

Aimee reached between Sandra’s thighs to grasp the straps, then she fastened them to the waist strap. She stood up and turned Sandra to face the mirror.

“Check it out. You look gorgeous. The guys will be enthralled.”

Sandra glanced in the mirror and smiled. The harness was actually quite attractive. The angles of the straps surrounding her breasts emphasized their soft round shape. The diamond formed by the straps pulling off to each side by the waist strap, then downward between her legs emphasized her flat stomach and drew attention to her … uh, pussy.

“That little heart is really cute.” Aimee grinned. “Maybe I should do that with my pubes.” She pursed her lips together. “But I’d have to grow it back first, and that’s a pain.”

“I’m sure what you have now is … fine.” Sandra wasn’t used to talking about pubic hair trimming with Aimee, but then, the nature of their relationship seemed to be changing.

“Now we’ll just put the straps on your ankles and wrists.”

“Ankles, too?” Sandra asked.

Aimee laughed. “Yeah. How else could they lay you out spread-eagled?”

The thought sent heat flooding through Sandra’s system. For the first time since Aimee had presented her with the red bag of goodies, Sandra started thinking about the fact the guys would be seeing her in this outfit that covered nothing, and would be doing things like … well, bondage things.

Aimee stood up and began removing her own clothes. “You don’t mind helping me with mine, right?”

“Oh, uh … sure.”

Aimee glanced at her. “You don’t mind me taking part tonight, do you?”

“No, of course not. I told you that already.”

Aimee had asked her a couple of days ago if she could take part in the bondage session and Sandra had agreed. After all, it didn’t seem fair for Sandra to hog all the guys! Especially since Aimee provided not only the guys but the island, too.

“I know, but you look like you’re having second thoughts.”

Sandra shook her head. She’d watched Craig and Aimee having sex on the swim raft the first morning they’d been on the island, then they’d had a foursome the next day. There was no reason she should be shy about Aimee joining them tonight.

“I’m totally okay with it. Now let’s get you ready so we can start having some fun.”

Aimee laughed. “Okay, then.”

Ten minutes later, Aimee stood before Sandra wearing a similar harness. They both pulled on satin robes and stepped into their sandals, then set out for the other cottage.

They walked through the woods along the dirt path. Sandra heard a snap through the thick of the trees to her left, as though someone, or something, were walking there.

“Aimee, are there bears on the island?”

“Bears? No, why do you—”

The sound of a bush rustling stopped Aimee’s words. Sandra sped up, Aimee following close behind her.

Suddenly, Aimee shrieked.

Fourteen

Before Sandra could glance around behind her, something grabbed her. She sucked in air as a big arm slid around her waist and tugged her backward … against a solid body.

A raspy cheek rubbed against hers and she noticed a tiger tattooed on the arm surrounding her.

“Hey, there,” Craig’s voice murmured in her ear.

She exhaled, slumping against him. He spun her around, then backed her against a tree. Holding her arms pinned above her head, his solid body pressing her tight against the bark, his mouth meshed with hers and his tongue thrust into her mouth. He devoured her with a hungry, passionate kiss, leaving her breathless. She pushed against the strong grip of his hands, adrenaline rushing through her. He chuckled and grazed her neck with his lips, then licked that intensely sensitive spot at the base, right at the shoulder. Tingles danced down her spine and she wanted to melt against him. Instead, she arched her body as if trying to escape.

He pressed his body tighter against her, pinning her against the narrow tree trunk, her breasts crushed against his solid chest. He glided his hands down her hips. His big hands cupped her ass through the silk and he pulled her tight against his pelvis. A very large bulge pressed into her. She squirmed against him, suddenly anxious to see that big cock of his. To hold it. To stroke it. To feel it glide into her.

Oh, God, her insides ached for him.

He drew his mouth away and his intense gaze pierced through her. “Don’t try to escape.”

She had to concentrate on breathing. Excitement quivered through her. This big, muscular,
masculine
man held her pinned against a tree, his body crushing hers, telling her she was his prisoner. The insinuation that he intended to overpower her. She drew in a deep breath. To dominate her. She exhaled.

To have his way with her.

“What will…” Her voice came out a croak, so she cleared it and began again. “What will you do with me?”

He chuckled, a devilish twinkle in his eye. He pressed his lips to her ear and murmured, “You know exactly what I’ll do.” He grinned and nudged his head toward James, who was fastening a leather collar around Aimee’s neck. “And my partner, too. We’ll both enjoy our time with you and your friend.”

He eased back and she nearly stumbled forward. He steadied her, then turned her around and grasped both arms. He tugged them behind her and held her wrists together with one hand. She felt him fumble in his pocket, then heard the sound of metal on metal. He released her wrists, but she could not pull them forward. She glanced at Aimee and James off to her right and noticed that James had joined Aimee’s wrists together by attaching a carabiner clip to the ring on each cuff, making them like handcuffs.

Craig stepped in front of her, pulled a black leather collar from his hip pocket, slid it around her neck, and buckled it. Next to them, James clipped a leather leash to the ring on Aimee’s collar, while Craig drew a black cloth from his pocket, slid it over Sandra’s eyes, and tied it behind her head.

It was strange standing in the woods with her eyes covered. In total blackness.

Like the night with her Fantasy Stranger.

Was Craig her Fantasy Stranger? Would she relive that wonderful experience again with him?

But this time he intended to overpower her. Take her by force.
Oh, God, how exciting!

It wouldn’t be the same as that other night. That time had been intense but ultimately tender and loving. Tonight promised to be intense, too, but in a way that was tumultuous and breathtaking.

She was almost afraid to discover that Craig was her Fantasy Stranger. Or even James. Because that would change it forever.

Maybe her perfect memory of that night was just a manifestation of her long year without any man, of her building up the memory of what making love with a man could be. Whoever had played that part had given her something so perfect, so precious, that she was afraid of ruining it forever.

She felt Craig’s finger glide over the front of her collar, then slide through the ring. He tugged her forward. He walked close to her—so close, their thighs brushed together as they moved.

“Step up,” Craig said.

She nudged her toe forward and felt a vertical surface. She dragged her foot upward. Straight. A step. She lifted her foot until she felt a bump. The top of the step. She placed her foot on top, then carefully moved her other foot onto the next step. Craig guided her up two more steps. Onto the deck of his cottage.

She heard a door slide open and he pressed her forward. A moment later, the door slid closed. They continued walking, then turned. Into a bedroom?

Craig walked her forward, then held her shoulders firm, keeping her in place.

Sandra heard a clink, then James said, “Take off your robe.”

She heard the rustling of cloth. He must have freed Aimee’s hands.

One of the men whistled. “Well, now. There’s a sexy sight.” James’ voice.

There was silence for a few moments and she didn’t know what was going on, then she heard Aimee’s soft moan and she got a rough idea.

“Now, take off her robe.”

A second later, Sandra felt a soft touch against her wrists, then the tension between them loosened. She dropped her hands to her sides. Someone pulled on Sandra’s belt, jostling a little, then it released. Soft fingers brushed along her neck, then under the collar of her robe. Down the lapel. Easing the fabric apart. Slowly.