See You Sometime [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) Read online

  Axel didn’t understand why Cris and Bob had donned nitrile gloves. Landry delivered steady, carefully timed strokes with the paddle, increasing in force with each one. Then Cris passed Axel a battery-operated Hitachi with a condom wrapped around the round head.

  Ahh.

  Landry caught Axel’s attention and indicated for him to flip the switch and press it to her clit.

  “Do not come, girl!” Landry barked as he went after her with the paddle again.

  Axel had never heard that combination of sounds emerge from someone before. She tried to rock her clit against the vibrator, but he was careful not to press it too firmly. With every impact she moaned and it deepened into a needy groan as she rubbed against the vibrator.

  After a couple of minutes of that, Landry indicated for Axel to stop, even though she hadn’t come. He switched it off and Cris took it from him, standing there holding it.

  Apparently, it would be needed again.

  She whined in disappointment, her head drooping, panting, her skin covered in a fine sheen.

  Landry stepped behind her. He checked her hands before grabbing her by the hair and roughly yanking her head back.

  “Color, girl!”

  “Green, Sir,” she moaned.

  “Are you horny?”

  “Yes, Sir. Please let me come!”

  “Will you do anything your Sir asks of you to earn that orgasm?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  “You going to stick this pretty ass out there for him to fuck and take full ownership of?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  Landry’s gaze locked with Axel’s, and he pointed to Bob.

  Bob passed another vibrator to Axel, an insertable one which was also covered with a condom.

  Axel figured out where the switch was before he slid it deep inside her.

  Now she bucked, trying to fuck herself against it.

  Landry had changed to a rattan cane. He delivered a hard slice across her ass that made her scream with pain and twisted Axel’s gut in a painful way. “Sir didn’t tell you to start fucking that toy, did he?”

  She froze. “No, Sir,” she tearfully said.

  “How many for disobeying?”

  She sniffled. “Five, Sir.”

  “Count.”

  She counted off five hard cane strokes, then Landry nodded to Axel to switch the vibrator on.

  He did, feeling a little sick to his stomach now—

  Until the deep, rolling moan flowed out of her and she desperately tried to hump against his hand holding the vibrator.

  Landry switched out canes again, this time one of the skinny, black carbon fibre ones. He fisted her hair and pulled her head back. “You still weren’t given permission to do that. I will count down, and if you can come before I finish, you will get to come. If you cannot, you will get strokes before we try again. Fifteen.”

  She frantically started humping herself onto the toy, and Axel even helped her out by fucking her with it.

  “Fourteen.”

  Desperation tinged her whines, punctuated by a scream when Landry delivered another stroke.

  Landry smiled. “I did not say I wouldn’t also give you strokes while you try to come. Thirteen.”

  “Fuck!” she screamed around the gag, then moaned and tried humping Axel’s hand again.

  When Landry got to one, she still hadn’t come. Landry motioned for Axel to shut the vibrator off, remove it from her, and hand it back to Bob.

  Landry grabbed her hair again. “Aww, poor girl. You’ve never been tormented quite like this by your Sir, have you?”

  Tears rolled down her cheeks from under the blindfold. “No, Sir.”

  “Are you frustrated?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Do you want more?”

  She nodded. “Yes, please, Sir.”

  “Color.”

  “Green, Sir.”

  At some point, Axel wasn’t sure when, his cock had rejoined the party and was uncomfortably aching in his pants.

  Landry was an expert at switching implements without Axel even seeing him do it. “Strokes before you get to try again. You have to earn pleasure.”

  More screams as she tried to shift her ass away from the cane, a different, thicker rattan one. Landry met his gaze and tipped his head, indicating for Axel to move from out of there.

  This time, Landry didn’t have to shove him into position. When Landry stepped back, Axel stepped up and wrapped his arms around her, amazed as she eagerly humped her abused ass against him.

  “Please, fuck my ass, Sir! Please let me come!”

  He was also surprised how well he was understanding gag speak now.

  Landry stood close, right there, and raised his eyebrows.

  An obvious invitation to say something.

  Axel leaned in. “Sir will fuck his good girl’s ass when we finish, if you behave.”

  Another long, needy moan rolled from her. “Yes, Sir! I’ll be your good girl!”

  Landry motioned him out of the way. This time it was a leather dragontail he held. Similar in some ways to a whip, but not. Landry snapped it against her back and shoulders, making her shift and dance and scream.

  Another pause for Axel to step into position. “Who’s my good girl?” he asked when Landry prompted him to speak.

  “Me, Sir.”

  “Color?”

  “Green, Sir.”

  Except Axel nearly lost it when he released her and spotted what Landry had in his hand this time.

  A knife.

  Landry stepped in behind her, but not like Axel had. Several inches separated their bodies all the way to the floor. He fisted her hair and wrenched her head back.

  “Hold very, very still, girl. This is an extremely sharp knife.” He laid the flat of the blade against her cheek. “I do not wish to cut you but your Sir needs to see how much you enjoy knife play.”

  He caressed her throat and cheeks with the flat of the blade, around to the nape of her neck. He tipped her head forward, still holding her hair, and then with the tip traced intricate patterns along her back. Pink lines followed every inch of the knife’s journey, but he didn’t draw blood.

  Landry met Axel’s gaze and tipped his head for Axel to step around to Landry’s other side, his right.

  After Landry reached her ass with the knife, he placed it in Axel’s hand, gently shook his arm in an obvious warning to keep it slack, and then wrapped his fingers around Axel’s hand and used him. Axel struggled to keep his muscles loose, not wanting to fight Landry for fear of the knife snapping back and hurting her.

  His initial fear turned to curiosity as he really started understanding what Landry was doing to her with it. Landry’s grip incrementally eased until, eventually, he released Axel’s hand and nodded, still holding her hair but with Axel now in complete control of the blade.

  He slowly drew intricate Celtic knots across her back, a heart on her right hip

  His name on her left.

  Time flowed and passed and as she moaned and her breathing grew heavier, he could tell how much she loved it.

  Surprisingly, he was finding, so did he.

  Landry released her hair and signaled for Axel to stop and hand over the knife. Then he pointed to Cris, who passed Axel the Hitachi.

  More confident now, Axel stepped up to her left side, pressed it against her clit, and flicked it on.

  Landry shoved a paddle into Axel’s right hand and pointed at her ass.

  Swallowing hard, he took a tentative swat.

  “Fifteen,” Landry said, scowling and obviously not impressed with that.

  Axel tried again, harder.

  “Fourteen.”

  She hadn’t quite hit that mix of deep and high moans and squeals that she had with Landry manning the implements, so Axel added more force, which got him closer.

  When Landry reached nine, she screamed around the ball gag. Axel almost stopped, caught off-guard and shocked until Landry stepped in.

  “Come hard,
girl. You got what you wanted, now you keep coming until your Sir says you can stop.” He motioned for Axel to continue paddling her.

  He did, not realizing how hard he was hitting her until Landry and Cris both gave him smiles and thumbs-ups.

  He handed the paddle off to Landry and pointed to a smaller, metal one.

  Landry passed it to him and he laid it against her red ass. Another moan escaped her as the cool metal touched her flesh. “Yes, I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?”

  He didn’t realize he hadn’t waited for Landry’s cue to say something. But when she moaned, “Yes, Sir!” Landry and Cris silently high-fived on the other side of her.

  He took a test stroke with it, gauging its feel, before taking another. “Keep coming. You wanted it, so you need to pay for it.”

  That earned him a celebratory fist pump from Cris and a smiling nod from Landry.

  Her head lolled again, her hips flexing and grinding against his hand. Another couple of strokes with that, and he looked over, scanning the implements. He gave Landry the metal paddle and pointed at the blue silicon cooking mixing spatula.

  Landry shrugged, but handed it to him.

  Still keeping the vibrator pressed against her clit, Axel started spanking up and down the insides of her thighs, his cock twitching with interest as she began making the same squeals for him that she had for Landry.

  As his confidence grew, Axel suddenly realized Hozier had been replaced by Jason Mraz.

  Holy shit!

  That meant they’d been there over an hour already, because this was the second album on his playlist.

  Landry motioned for him to pull the vibrator away.

  “Color, girl.”

  She gasped for breath. “Green, Sir.”

  Cris handed Axel a nitrile glove and had him pull it on his right hand. Then the tube of lube.

  Landry stepped behind her and grabbed her hair with his left hand. “Time to pay the interest for those orgasms. Tenderizing this ass before your Sir fucks it. You can take it, but you won’t disappoint him if you can’t.”

  She screamed into the gag as he smacked her up and down the backs of her thighs with the delrin hex rod cane. She’d have marks tomorrow from that, for sure. Landry stepped out of the way after giving her ten hard ones, and Alex moved in to slide a lubed finger up her ass.

  She stuck it out, making it easier on him.

  Ohmigod!

  He went slow, one and then two fingers, her rocking back against him the entire time.

  “Please, Sir!” she begged. “I need you!”

  Those three words echoed through him and made his cock throb.

  “Give me a minute, girl. I don’t want to hurt you.” He got a third one into her and was easily finger-fucking her for a moment when he realized he wasn’t sure what to do next.

  Cris held out a small garbage can for him to strip the glove off and toss it. Then he held out a condom pouch.

  Axel fumbled and finally got his jeans open and rolled the condom on, squirting a generous dollop onto it and slicking it down.

  Cris also held a towel for him to wipe his hand on.

  When Axel stepped between her legs again, she stuck her ass out. He nudged in, finding her puckered rim, and slowly pressed for entrance. Even restrained, she tried to rock against him.

  He held her hips still to see what he was doing, a little at a time until his hips were pressed against her hot ass.

  Bob handed him the insertable vibrator.

  He reached around her and slid it in, turning it on.

  He felt her explode around his cock.

  “That’s it. That’s my good girl.”

  * * * *

  Skye thought the world had ended. She’d never felt an orgasm that powerful before, and she’d had some pretty damn powerful ones in her time. The feeling of the toy sliding into her pussy with Axel’s cock already filling her ass was beyond heavenly.

  Then he’d turned the vibrator on.

  She thought she was hearing colors and seeing music, it felt so damn good.

  Then he called her his good girl and she would have let him do anything he wanted to her just to hear him talk to her like that again.

  To keep talking to her like that.

  It sounded like he believed it, finally.

  She didn’t know who had been doing what toward the end in terms of implements, but she hoped a lot of it was Axel. She knew the delrin hex rod was Landry, because that was a wicked motherfucker that was more advanced than Axel was ready for, she was sure.

  But a lot of it…it could have been Axel.

  Right now, she was busy trying to keep the orgasm rolling through her.

  So.

  Fucking.

  Good.

  Axel leaned in. “Do you like that?”

  “Yes, Sir!”

  * * * *

  Bob leaned into Axel’s line of vision and mimed biting, then pointed to the juncture of her left shoulder and neck.

  He bit.

  She screamed in pleasure, and her ass contracted around his cock again as she came even harder.

  Now Axel needed to come. He pulled the vibrator from her and handed it to Bob without even turning it off and started fucking her, hard and fast, wanting to come now.

  He reached under her and cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples and getting another squeal and moan from her before he took one final thrust and filled the condom.

  Both of them panting, he fell still behind her, kissing a trail up her spine. “That’s my good girl,” he said. “That’s my very, very good girl.”

  He didn’t want to let her go, wanted to stay right there, his body pressed against hers. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too, Sir.”

  It would have felt even better if I’d been naked.

  Hmmm.

  Maybe next time.

  He pulled out and stepped into the bathroom to quickly clean up before returning to her. Bob helped him get her unclipped from the cross and swaddled in a fleece throw. Then Axel led her over to the bed where he stretched out with her cradled in his arms. She curled around him, nuzzling her head against his chest, still gagged and blindfolded.

  That’s when he realized Landry and Cris were gone. Bob peeled off his gloves, washed his hands, and retreated to the far side of the pool house after turning off the overhead lights so only a lamp in the corner provided light.

  Axel left the blindfold on, but unbuckled the ball gag and waited until she carefully spit it out to lay it on the far side of the bed.

  A shiver rippled through her. Tightening his embrace, he nuzzled her hair. “I’ve got you, baby. My good girl.”

  For the first time, he got it. How right it felt calling her that.

  Her right arm was draped around him, but he felt her tentatively start to explore, down his abs, to his waist. Tracing the shape of his belt around to his fly.

  Curious, he let her keep going, the fleece throw falling away from her movements.

  As she realized he wasn’t stopping her, she got his belt open, then his fly, and eased herself down his body.

  Eyes on her, he carefully rolled onto his back. She threw a leg over his and straddled them as she leaned in and took his cock into her mouth.

  Fuck!

  Yeah, he was getting hard again already. When she realized it, she doubled her effort, eagerly bobbing her head up and down on his cock.

  Hmm.

  Once she had him hard, he reached down, grabbed her by the hips, and moved her up so he could thrust up into her pussy.

  They both moaned.

  Hooking an arm around her, he pulled her down for a kiss. “Ride me, baby. If you can get me off a second time, I’ll let you come.” He let her sit up and watched, fascinated.

  She never tried to take the blindfold off. Her nipples stood out, hard peaks, and he couldn’t resist reaching up to tweak them. That got a flinch immediately followed by a sexy smile.

  He didn’t know if he could get off a second ti
me, but she was determined to try. It was fun teasing her clit, her nipples, reaching up to have her suck his fingers as she rode him.

  Finally, he felt himself draw close. He grabbed her hips and rolled them over, him on top so he could really fuck her hard. He pinned her wrists over her head and leaned in close.

  “Who’s my good girl?”

  “I’m your good girl, Sir!”

  “Who’s fucking you right now?”

  “My Sir is fucking me.”

  “Who owns you?”

  “You own me, Sir.”

  That finished him. He took a last, hard, deep thrust and felt his balls filling her. She still rocked a little under him, squirming, trying to rub her clit against him.

  He sat up and didn’t withdraw. He started playing with her clit, and even soft he loved the feel of her pussy squeezing him as she came almost immediately.

  * * * *

  “Good girl,” he softly said as the echoes of her orgasm washed through her.

  Finally, he reached down and unfastened the blindfold. She blinked a couple of times, staring up at him in the dim light.

  He smiled down at her. “Better?”

  Skye reached up and pulled him down on top of her for a kiss, her legs hooking around his hips and holding on tight. She never wanted to let him go.

  Never wanted this night to end.

  His arms framed her as he stared down into her eyes. “Can I drive you home, baby?”

  She shook her head. “No, Sir.” She only let him hang for a moment when he struggled to hide his hurt look. “Your house, Sir.”

  He smiled, leaning in for another kiss. “Maybe I should spank you for that.”

  She grinned. “You sure you want to reinforce that behavior?”

  “Hmm. That’s true.”

  Once they were up and getting dressed, Bob flipped on the overhead lights and started silently cleaning the implements. As they were getting ready to leave, Axel walked over to him.

  “Thank you for everything tonight. I appreciate it.”

  She knew Bob couldn’t speak to him, but instead of just acknowledging him, he tipped his head before giving Axel a low bow from the waist, holding it before rising again.

  All was forgiven.

  She’d explain that gesture to Axel later, if he didn’t pick up on it.

  She gave Bob a long, strong hug. “Thank you for everything. And thank you for picking me up today.”