“Sandie, and the way she likes to push my buttons. Need some help?”
“Yeah, grab the second tray, would you? There are some hungry people up there. Your girl itching for attention already?”
Zach liked hearing Sandie referred to as his girl. “Yeah, she’s a gluttonous little thing. But this is her first time with public play, so I’m trying to exert a little, ‘I know best’, control. What’s she been doing?”
“Walking around, not shying away from watching, but also not visiting with the girls not engaged. Might be a good thing if she did if she’s that much of a newbie.”
Damn, Zach swore. He’d bet she was remaining aloof from everyone as a way to keep them safe from her problems. He wanted today to be fun for her, to take her mind off her stepfather and what may or may not happen this week in freeing her from his threats.
“Try a soft, but firm approach,” Jackson suggested, handing a tray to him with a glint in his eyes.
“She’s not one of your strays.” The vet often compared treating a new or shy sub with the way he’d coax a stray into trusting him. Jackson had a soft heart, but didn’t hesitate to use a firm voice and hand when needed, either with a recalcitrant animal or woman.
“No, but snapping a leash on her might not be a bad idea. She still wants to bolt, doesn’t she?”
“She says she won’t, but I’m not testing her honesty regarding that subject. Sandie has an admirable, but annoying aversion to putting anyone in danger, or what she perceives as a possibility of jeopardizing someone else’s welfare. What do you have planned for your sub today?”
Following him up the stairs, Jackson replied, “Haven’t decided yet. Want to double scene? I’m sure Mandy will be game for just about anything. I’ve topped her several times at the club.”
“Let me do a little warming up with Sandie, and I’ll let you know. Thanks, bro.”
Chapter 14
Sandie leaned against the rail, her eyes refusing to obey her command to stay focused on watching Dax skeet shooting. But, as if they had a will of their own, they kept shifting away from the doctor’s broad back to the lounge where Sean had bound a woman on her stomach, knees bent toward her lower back, ankles attached to wrists. He’d placed her chest near the top of the chaise so her head hung over the end, the pose so erotic and subjugated she couldn’t wrap her mind around it. The days she’d spent alone on the boat with Zachary, she had pictured it teeming with others aboard, engaging in various sex acts, but she’d never come up with a pose like that. Using a small, bamboo spanker, Sean applied sharp taps between her splayed legs, drawing small whimpers from the blonde. She had to give the woman credit for being so quiet. The way her puffy folds turned pink then deep crimson from the swats, the pain level had to be increasing.
Troy and Trevor were playing shuffleboard with their guests, acting as if the scene on the lounge were no big deal with only an occasional glance toward the couple. Sandie had been enjoying observing Miles with his girl in the fountain, trying out all the different ways he could place her with the attachments on the sexy mermaid. When Jackson went below for food, Mandy had joined her, introducing herself and making small talk until Sandie worried she would give too much away about herself and made her excuses to wander to this end of the boat.
She couldn’t say she was entirely comfortable around these people yet, or with the public sex, but her body had jumped right on board with the goings on. Her buttocks clenched when Sean snapped the flexible wood spanker across the woman’s already reddened cheeks, small, sharp taps that drew louder cries from his guest. From the sheen of moisture seeping from her spread pussy lips, it was obvious she was as on board with the pain-induced pleasure as Sandie had been.
A gruff command from Dax drew her interest back to him in time to see the woman glued to his side who wore nothing but a thong bathing suit bottom sink to her knees between him and the rail. Lowering the skeet rifle, he clutched the rail over her head, cocooning her in as she released his impressive erection. His penis was as large as the rest of him, but she had no problem opening her mouth for his deep-throated thrust. Sandie stared, mesmerized by the taut set to his handsome face and the way his gaze never wavered from his date’s face. When the doctor took control and clasped her head, holding her still as he used her mouth for his pleasure, heat built between her own legs, her nipples tightening right along with the redhead’s.
“See something you like, baby?”
Startled by Zachary’s gruff voice, Sandie swung around. Warmth that had nothing to do with the late afternoon sun covered her face. “They’re not shy, are they?” she quipped to cover her embarrassment.
One side of his mouth tilted up, drawing her eyes to his firm lips. “No, they’re not, and neither am I. Come help me set this food out.”
Glad for the diversion, she followed him and Jackson to the covered grill area, passing Sean, who winked as she went by. “She doesn’t look very comfortable,” Sandie said, drawing chuckles from both Zachary and Jackson.
“Comfort isn’t a requirement for a bondage scene.” Jackson smiled down at her. “She’s in no danger of being harmed, if that makes you feel better.”
“Actually, it does, thanks.” She helped them set out the chips and dips, a tray of cheese and crackers and another one with fruit and a creamy fruit dip. “Where’s the meat we picked up to grill?” she asked when she didn’t see the chicken breasts and steaks she and Zachary bought at the meat market on their way to the marina.
“We’ll grill later. This is just to tide everyone over.” A wide grin split Zachary’s tanned face as he looked over and saw Miles approaching with his flushed, damp guest. “Did you at least let poor Vicki climax before you abandoned your play for food?”
Miles’ dark eyes lit with humor. “She’s not complaining, are you?”
“No, sir, but thanks Zach. Everything does look good.” Comfortable with her nudity, Vicki reached for a chip and scooped it through the queso dip.
Still clad in her top and shorts, Sandie and Mandy, who had sidled up to Jackson, were the only women fully clothed. An odd sensation of feeling left out spread through Sandie, adding to her bemusement. Shifting her gaze away from Vicki’s still pert nipples, her eyes widened when they landed on Sean just as he released his pierced cock. She’d never seen anything like the small gold ring looped through his slit and under the rim of his mushroom cap.
“It’s called a Prince Albert.”
“What?” Jerking her head up to Zachary, she flushed under his amused look.
“Sean’s cock piercing. When placed in that particular spot, is called a Prince Albert, don’t ask me why. He says women love it when he adds a certain ball attachment they can feel through a condom. Want me to arrange for him to join us so you can see for yourself if that’s true? Never mind, you don’t have to answer that right now.”
Sandie mentally shook her head as she helped set out the snacks. She couldn’t tell if Zachary’s suggestion for a ménage had been in jest, but the instant flare of heat between her legs hinted at her body’s willingness to try yet another new experience. The ease with which these couples paraded around in various stages of undress, with open enjoyment of public sex written all over their faces, both titillated and confused her. It would help her state of mind if she could figure out once and for all if it was just Zachary responsible for her responses to his kinky lifestyle, or if her tenuous circumstances played the major role in her quick, uncharacteristic acceptance of everything he’d subjected her to.
“You’re thinking too hard.” Zachary bent his head and nipped the soft, sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck, the little prick of pain making her jump then wonder if something on her face hinted at her inner turmoil.
“I’m fine,” she assured him, unable to come up with a better reply.
“You will be.” Settling in a chair at the table, he pulled her onto his lap then whipped her top over her head before she could grasp his intentions. Warm air and multiple pairs o
f eyes caressed her nakedness as her breasts bounced free, but before she could protest or cover herself, he reached around her and shoved a bite-sized quiche in her gaping mouth. “Those are Jackson’s specialty, the only thing other than home-made dog treats he bakes.”
“Hey, I also smoke a mean brisket. Pretty tits,” Jackson replied all in one breath, the compliment tossed in and phrased as an afterthought.