The low rumbling motor of Dax’s Corvette heralded his arrival and turned her palms damp with nervous excitement. The two times she’d been with Master Dax proved she’d have no trouble responding to whatever he had planned, but she’d never been able to read him like she had Kurt, and that could be unnerving on multiple levels.
“Best to think of him as any other Dom,” she told her reflection as she yanked up her shorts. She wouldn’t be doing herself any favors by pondering which direction their relationship might take once he felt he’d finally done his duty by Kurt and finished with her.
“I’ve never seen you in shorts,” Dax commented as Krista held the front door open for him. His height and breadth emphasized her petite stature and always took her breath away, but in a good way. “I like what I see.”
“Funny, that was my first thought about you.” And he looked damned good in white shorts and a plain blue tee with a ‘Doctors Without Borders’ logo stitched on the breast pocket. Her mouth went dry when her gaze wandered down to the black bag clutched in one hand as he shut the door behind him. If there was one thing she had extended knowledge of, it was medical tools, and imagining what he might stick in that bag to torment her with today gave her the willies. Some devices could be erotically stimulating, others deviously torturous.
“A compliment from my new sub, how nice.” His green gaze warmed as he eyed her breasts and the prominent outline of her nipples through the thin tank. “That’s a pretty top.” Gesturing toward her sofa, he suggested in the form of an order, “Why don’t you slip it off and take a seat. This’ll just take a few minutes.”
After pulling off the top she’d just donned, Krista sat down and resisted the urge to cover herself. She hadn’t bared anything Dax hadn’t seen and touched before, but as he opened his bag and pulled out piercing forceps, needles, and a pair of slave rings with one attached ball each, the urge to clamp her hand over her breasts was hard to ignore. The pain from having her nipples first pierced by Master Kurt remained vivid enough to make her cringe with unease.
Holding up a small can with a spray nozzle, those sensuous lips she’d like to feel covering hers again quirked in a small smile as he pushed her legs apart and stepped between them. “Ever use this numbing agent?”
“No, it doesn’t look familiar,” she replied, relieved he’d brought something that would make this easier.
Dax aimed the nozzle and sprayed first one nipple then the other. The cold mist worked fast, numbing her tips so that when he pinched the right one, all she felt was the pressure. His eyes on her face, he nodded his head. “Effective and fast.” Picking up a marker, he pinched her nipple, pulling up a touch then marking the vague imprint of her previous holes. Warmth engulfed Krista’s body from his close, clinical inspection and intense focus on his task. With a quick squeeze of the forceps, the needle slid through much easier than either of them thought.
“You weren’t closed up as tight as you thought. Good.” Attaching the loop, he smiled at her. “That means less time before I can make use of your new jewelry.” He made short work of tending to her left nipple, and even though the numbing spray hid the discomfort, the pressure from his fingers, along with his engrossed attention to the details of his task, worked to increase her arousal at his nearness and touch. Dax wore his professional, doctor’s face, but as he pushed to his feet and she caught his wince when his crotch hit her at eye level, she noted just how affected he was by that small chore.
A rueful grin tugged at his lips when he caught her gaze on the slight bulge from his semi-erection. “With some people, it’s impossible to think in medical terms. Come on, let’s get going. Zach’s not exactly the most patient of my friends and won’t want to be kept waiting.”
“Zach?” she asked as she accepted his help in pulling her top back on.
Tossing his tools back in the bag, he picked it up then clasped her hand with his free hand and tugged her toward the door. “We met over twenty-three years ago at a summer camp for juvenile delinquents. Seven of us grew close that summer, and still are. You’ll meet the others soon, but today it’ll just be us, Zach and his new girl, Sandie.”
Dax’s stark revelation he’d been a wild, out-of-control teen took Krista by surprise. As she settled in his restored ‘Vette and he pulled away from the curb, she turned to him in curiosity. “I can’t picture you doing anything that would lead to being sent to a camp like that. What’d you do?”
An image of Darci’s mischievous face popped into Dax’s head, followed quickly by the one of her lying in a coffin just weeks before they turned fifteen. “Nothing I’m proud of or want to discuss,” he returned in a clipped tone, thinking of the grief and anger that had spurred him into lashing out at his parents in self-destructive, oftentimes illegal ways. The flash of hurt crossing Krista’s face refocused his attention. Reaching over, he squeezed her clenched fist as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “Did you have a certain safeword you and Kurt agreed on?” he questioned, hoping to change the subject and the sudden, uncomfortable chasm between them.
“Just the standard: red, yellow and green. He always scoffed at the idea of expecting someone to remember some ‘cutesy’,” she emphasized the word with finger quotations, “word during an intense scene.”
“Well, he had a point there. Okay, we’ll stick with those, not that I expect you’ll need them. Today I’ll keep things on the lighter side, until I’m sure you won’t shut down like you apparently did last week. Since you’ve tried the more intense atmosphere of the clubs without much luck, maybe limiting our audience to just another couple and introducing you to another type of venue will help you relax.”
Krista glanced at him askance. “So does that mean you’ll go easy on me?”
“Not at all,” he let her know without pause.
Dax pulled into the Gold Star Marina parking lot and spotted Zach boarding the yacht with Sandie. They’d waited until late afternoon to get underway to minimize the risk of sunburn, since both women would face exposure. When he pointed out the vessel they planned on spending the evening aboard as he led Krista down the pier, her eyes widened and she lost the pinched look his shortness over his past had prompted. “Zach surprised the hell out of the six of us when he gifted each of us with a deed to the yacht titled under all seven of our names. You’ll like how he outfitted it as an additional surprise.”
Krista leapt aboard with the agility of a gazelle, a wide grin splitting her face as she took in the shiny teak decking and gazed up at the extra, third tier. “Wow, this thing is huge.”
“It’s a mega yacht. You must be Krista. I’m Zach.”
Dax noted the appreciation lighting Zach’s eyes as he held out his hand. With her long hair pulled up in the back to hang down between her shoulders, Krista didn’t require make-up to enhance her attractive features.
“I am, and it’s nice to meet you. I love your boat.”
“Uh oh. Referring to Zach’s yacht as a mere boat will get you spanked.”
Dax raised a brow at Sandie, who walked up and leaned against Zach with an impish grin. “From what I’ve heard, you should know. Sandie, this is Krista. Why don’t you two get acquainted while I join Zach at the helm? And Krista, strip as soon as we clear the harbor.”
She cast him a quick look, a hint of excitement on her face before she followed Sandie up the spiral stairs leading to the top deck without a word. Dax didn’t doubt she’d obey his succinct order. It appeared the different venue and much smaller audience appealed to her, which increased his craving to knock down more of her defenses.
“You too, Sandie,” Zach called out before turning his assessing gaze back on Dax. “You want to try telling me again you’re just fulfilling a promise and doing her a favor?”
Narrowing his eyes on his friend, Dax frowned. He would have to watch himself around the ‘gang of seven’, as they’d labeled themselves those many years ago. There were times they knew each other too well. It would be difficult enough refraining fro
m fucking Krista’s delectable body as he put her through her paces, but he was determined to do so. Walking away when she was ready to move on would be hard enough without having to cope with the memory of the tight clasp of her body pulling another exalted climax from him.
“That’s all I’m doing, and let it go at that, bro.”
Slapping him on the shoulder, all Zach said was, “Got it,” leaving him to wonder just what he meant.
“Wow, he thought of everything,” Krista commented when Sandie pulled out a dangling chain with two attached cuffs positioned along one side of the upper deck. The lounges facing the rear of the boat, with similar restraints on the legs, conjured up an image of herself restrained on one, waiting on Dax’s pleasure as he enjoyed himself with skeet shooting or a game of shuffleboard with his friends.
“Oh, you haven’t seen everything. Follow me.”
Sandie led her to the front where a large hot tub took up a huge amount of space on one side. A fountain, complete with a tall mermaid poised as if bursting skyward out of the ocean sat opposite, with a few more lounges situated in between.
Krista’s lips curved in a rueful smile as she took in the large, pierced breasts and the way the tail wrapped around the mermaid’s perfectly sculpted female anatomy, leaving nothing to the imagination. “What? Having a bunch of real-life, naked women parading around wasn’t enough?”
Sandie returned her grin. “Is it ever?” Checking to see if they’d cleared the harbor, she pulled her top off with a sigh as the sun splashed across her bare breasts. “I love getting naked outside. How about you?”