“No, so maybe he’s moved on.” The detective shattered the next disc, proving his expert marksmanship.
“Let’s hope. I’d hate for Miles to come across him if he’s dumb enough to try such a stunt again,” Zach commented as he released the next target.
Miles tended to go overboard when it came to protecting a woman or child. At least it took a lot to push him to that point. Talk switched to how soon they could get everyone together for an overnight cruise, but Dax refrained from committing. Giving Krista what she needed to immerse herself back in the lifestyle without fucking her was difficult enough during these shorter sessions of just a few hours; overnight would be impossible.
“C’mon, Dax,” Zach sighed in exasperation at his evasion. “Can’t you remain off call for a whole weekend before cooler weather hits or hurricane season is upon us?”
Without looking at either one of them, he replied, “I’ll see what I can do. I just got back and am still swamped with cases I need to keep a close eye on.”
“Well, unless a big case comes in or rolls across Trevor’s desk, we can be there with a little advanced notice.” Troy switched with Zach, giving him a turn at shooting.
“I’ll run it by the others.” With a sardonic curl to his mouth, Zach told Dax, “See if you can aim better this go around than you can lie to us.”
This was one of those times when having his close friends know him so well was more of a pain in the ass than a blessing. “I don’t lie,” Dax lied before pulling the trigger and fragmenting the clay saucer with his perfect aim. Spotting Sean arriving top deck, he set down the rifle and two-finger saluted them. “I have a sub I need to see to. Holler when you need help with the grilling.”
Striding toward Sean, he eyed Krista where she still sat at the table conversing with Sandie and Troy’s date, noting her relaxed body despite her nakedness. Maybe she would be ready to return to Chains sooner than he thought. Without him.
“Since I just got up here, that scowl can’t be because of me,” Sean greeted him before shifting his grey eyes to the women. “Just as pretty as I remember. Nice breasts.”
Ignoring the shrink’s first comment, Dax smoothed out the irritation caused by thinking of Krista moving on without him that must have shown on his face. “Glad you think so. Want to help me with a scene after we eat?”
“Love to. What’d you have in mind?”
Dax told him and got his approval before suggesting getting Krista used to Sean first as he watched Sandie join Zach and Troy lead the redhead to a lounge. “Zach doesn’t look like he’s ready to start cooking yet. Join us in a game of shuffleboard. It’ll be good for you.” Sean didn’t cut loose with games, only sex.
“Why is it,” Sean asked as he followed Dax over to the table, “that whenever I mention something is good for you, you ignore me?”
Dax barked out a laugh. “Because your suggestions always come after a mind probe and are meant as therapy, not fun.”
“Doesn’t mean it wouldn’t be good for you.”
Ignoring him, Dax clasped Krista’s elbow as she stood at their approach. Her pouty nipples puckered when neither of them hid their appreciation of her soft breasts. He’d allowed her to continue wearing the ‘barely there’ thong, more to preserve his sanity than her modesty, and the tiny scrap in front did little to conceal the shape of her folds or hide the telltale sign of dampness.
“Krista, this is Master Sean. He couldn’t get a date for the evening, so he’ll be keeping us company.” Her lips quirked even though she flicked Dax a questioning glance before extending her hand to Sean. Dax ignored both her silent inquiry and his friend’s rude snort.
“We can always toss him overboard,” Sean suggested, squeezing her fingers.
“I like how you think, Master Sean.” Turning those bright blue eyes back up to Dax, she teased, “It looked like you had a little trouble with your aim a few minutes ago, Master Dax.”
“Really? Think you can do better?” Dax rose to the challenge he suspected she was tossing out to get back at him in some way.
“No, I know I can. Sir.”
Laughing, Sean said, “This I have to see, then I’ll join you in one game of shuffleboard.”
Krista surprised the hell out of Dax when she held and loaded the rifle with ease then destroyed three discs in rapid fire succession, her aim dead on each time. She was relaxed, standing at the rail in between the two of them, her skin warm from the sun wherever he touched her. Sean noticed the lingering pinkness across her buttocks but she was too intent on proving herself to catch the light of appreciation in his look. She’d always been a bit on the shy side at work, and Dax had never pegged her as the competitive sort. It served as a reminder of how little they really knew about each other.
“Okay, you’ve proven your point. You’re good, better than me. Where’d you learn to shoot?” he asked as they turned from the rail toward the shuffleboard court. A shadow clouded her eyes, but she cleared it with a small smile.
“Master Kurt. He used to take me to the firing range, mainly so I’d be able to defend myself in case of a break-in.”
“Can’t be too careful with those you care about,” Sean told her, but his eyes included Dax.
Ignoring Sean and the softening of Krista’s face when she mentioned Kurt, Dax steered her toward the fifty-two-foot long shuffleboard court. Zach told them he’d chosen to add this sport for the fun of eyeing the sway of naked breasts as women bent slightly to shove forward on the long-handled cue sticks. He saw Zach’s point as Krista pushed a disc down the board then crowed in delight and flipped him an impish, triumphant grin when it stopped on a nine-point square.
“Smart aleck.” He went next and taunted her by sending his disc past hers to land in the top ten-point box. As the game progressed, with Sean lagging behind, Dax enjoyed his first look at Krista’s relaxed, playful side. She appeared comfortable prancing around the deck wearing nothing but the skimpy, white satin thong. Her breasts swayed with each forward thrust of the long cue, her soft buttocks, still bearing a slightly pink blush, clenched with each shifting move. From Sean’s caressing, admiring glances, Dax could tell he, too, liked what he saw.
When it became clear she was as adept at shuffleboard as she was at skeet shooting, they did what any self-respecting Dom would do. Cheat. With sidestepping, last minute maneuvers every time she went to play, one or both of them would tug on a nipple ring or deliver a sharp pinch to one buttock. Her angry glares earned her a swat, her low grumbling despite the up-kick of the corners of her mouth got her double smacks. But she was better than they gave her credit for, and still passed their numbers.
“Hey, I never claimed to like this game,” Sean protested when he didn’t get further than a six-point block for the third time in a row. “I get on this boat for other pleasures.”
“After we eat.” That was, if Dax could hold out that long. The more time he spent with Krista, the more he wanted her, and that just wouldn’t do, not after what he’d done.
Both men sent Krista heated looks, ones that warmed her insides as much as the lowering sun still warmed her skin. Add in their erotic teasing that had kept her expectations burning hot, and they’d red
uced her to ashes of smoldering lust. With her buttocks tingling from their pinches and slaps, and her nipples throbbing from their tugs on the loops, her untouched pussy wept for attention.
Even though Master Dax’s face remained guarded, she simmered with impatience to feel his full possession. Being surrounded by the wide nothingness of blue water and lulled by the boat’s constant, slow rocking helped keep her edgy need under control. She loved the freedom of running around naked, or almost completely nude, as well as the heightened state of arousal abetted by the public exposure and constant caress of the ocean breeze.
It had been so long since she’d experienced such well-being and could relax enough to enjoy the blatant, lustful stares. She knew she’d embrace whatever he wanted to do with or to her later, and couldn’t wait for it to culminate in the hard thrust of a Master’s body taking control of hers again. Just thinking about it had her clenching her buttocks against the shivers of anticipation and awareness tingling in her happy places.
One of the things that impressed Krista about Dax’s friends was the way they each pitched in. The men had all brought food that now lay spread out on the two tables while Zach placed seasoned chicken breasts on the grill. By the time everyone congregated around the two tables, the sun lay like a mere burnt orange sliver on the horizon and good-natured ribbing ruled the conversations. As Krista relaxed back against Dax’s chest, he allowed her freedom to appease one of her hungers by placing a heaped plate of food in front of her.
Hunger enabled her to put a big dent in the salads and chicken even though the light brush of Master Sean’s fingers up and down her thigh and constant press of Dax’s cock against her ass kept her distracted from what everyone was saying. With one hunger sated, she pushed back her plate and sucked up the nerve to ask, “When will we be going downstairs, Master Dax?” She winced inwardly at the uncharacteristic whine in her voice. The teasing touches from both men during their shuffleboard game and dinner had ratcheted her arousal to a level she was hard-pressed to ignore. She blamed it on the long drought from fucking that had followed her husband’s death. The orgasms Master Dax had given her so far just left her craving more dominance-induced pleasure.