We were in the middle of the ocean with nowhere to run if a police helicopter arrived overhead. Chris knew precisely where we were. Not for the first time I searched myself for reasons to worry and came up with nothing. I’d trusted him with my business and my livelihood, and with the money of thousands of my clients from the moment I’d employed him. He’d proven himself many times. I doubted my mother more than I did him.
I let out a long breath and smiled at our surroundings.
Rat Island might have had rats but it looked like a little bite of tropical heaven had fallen from the sky. Against the blue, the silhouette of palms and a few heavier trees was utter green. The beach was on the western side, and small. The
shush
of the waves shifting the white sand back and forth had no accompaniment apart from the creak and slap of the boom and the sail and the indignant caw of a crow.
I shaded my eyes to see if the bird was visible in the one tree that stretched branches over the beach.
“Is that a crow?” From her seat near the midships hatch, Steph also searched the trees. “The nasty things go everywhere.”
“Nasty? Crows have a bad reputation but they’re amazing birds. Beautiful plumage and they know how to survive.”
In that cute way of hers, she wrinkled her nose. “Like you, Sir?”
“Uh. I have beautiful plumage? Or did you mean the bad reputation?”
“You’re…pretty, yes.” She grinned.
The outdoors had revived her cheekiness. On the short voyage here she’d increasingly come out of her shell. She interested me more this way. Like a trinket that you find has secret layers.
I lifted my eyebrows. “Brat.”
The blush that followed revived me too. I examined her. Both her and Jodie wore bikinis and if any clothes were made for quick access and for admiring the female form, it was the bikini.
I’d been planning to keep my hands off her from now on, a plan that was looking shaky. I scrubbed my fingers through my salt-stiffened hair. We were going to part ways soon, though imagining that tore me up inside. Why the fuck that was…I wasn’t sure. I’d abducted her, for god’s sake. Maybe my reasons had been good ones, but what I’d done since then was far beyond what I had to do.
This was a good island for me; I had the morals of a rat, lately. Or a dog that’d scented a bitch in heat. Not that Steph was a bitch—just a woman who made me want to tie her up and do nasty things to her…and lately, to hug her gently. When I saw Jodie doing that, I yearned to be there, holding both these women in my arms.
But, keeping my hands off her? My libido had other ideas. Memories arrived, the details of scents, tastes, sounds—her mouth wrapped around my cock, the way she gasped and shuddered when she came, and afterward, when she was sexually exhausted, the feel of her body against mine.
No. I simply couldn’t resist. I growled out a command, pointing at the deck, “Kneel up, toy. You too Jodie, beside her.”
When they were both kneeling facing me, I assessed them slowly, lingering on the swell of their tits where they spilled from the bikini tops. I stepped up to them, reached out, and lifted their faces higher. “You’re both hot enough to make a man want to bend you over the nearest boulder. I think I’ll have to make a sacrifice to the maker of the bikini. After we find this bungalow, you’re going to do this again and I’m going to use your pretty mouths.”
Jodie’s grin widened as her gaze travelled lower. She let her tongue swipe across her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
From her, that response was par for the course, but the way Steph also dwelt on the bulge in my pants with widened eyes, made me pause. On both women, I let my fingers trail down their necks, across the edge of the silken fabric then lower again, circling around and sometimes bumping over their erect nipples. They breathed a little faster, except Steph looked downward while Jodie maintained eye contact.
I kissed Jodie’s mouth then made her look at Stephanie, who still had her head down, as if hoping I’d ignore her. “Doesn’t she look desirable? With that pout on her lips and her hair hanging over her face.” I tugged on one black curl and was rewarded by the flash of Steph’s eyes.
“Desirable, Sir? Yes. May I touch her? Please?” That determined answer from Jodie and the way she stared at Steph—my oh my, my cock liked that.
“Jodie!” she whispered.
“Well you are!”
I laughed. “Not yet. Later.” Then I kissed Steph also, a little rougher, tasting her mouth until she opened to me. “Both of you are gorgeous. We’re done here. Find yourselves your beach shoes and we’ll check out the island.”
The island could be walked around in five minutes. Once past the beach, you had to clamber over rocks on the eastern side. The bungalow turned out to be visible from the beach, though disguised by the trees and the shadows. Since the center of the island rose into a low rocky crag, there was no other place to build, if you could call the two-room shack a building. Chris had said his brother rebuilt it each year atop the concrete foundation, after the cyclone and storm season passed, and I could see the signs of repair in the grafted-on timber. The roof was corrugated iron and had no insulation. In the middle of summer you would roast in here. On the boat we had water, a toilet, a shower and cold storage. Here we had four walls, a roof, and a couple of inches of sand on the floor. Also two distressed wooden chairs and two wooden bed bases. The bed slats looked solid if in need of removal of, yes, more sand.
“I suppose, you ladies would like to sleep on the boat tonight?”
Jodie shrugged. “I guess.”
“Umm.” Steph swiveled on the spot, the sand grating under her rubber Croc shoes. “I’ve never camped out. Could we try one night here?”
My eyebrows must have shot up. “Never camped out?” The shake of her head made me tsk. “Sure, we can do one night here. We’ll bring over lights, water and sleeping bags, and the inflatable mattresses. What have I forgotten? Bear in mind there won’t be showers here. And we all have to keep watch on the weather reports. We can’t afford to wake up to a storm.”
“Thank you,” Steph said. “Food, you forgot that.”
“Right. Food. Let’s go fetch all that. Jodie you want to sweep out the sand?”
“Sweeping? Here? Jeez. Even in a deserted hut I get to sweep.” She’d put her hands on hips while she surveyed the mess. “I’ll need a broom.”
“Let’s go then.” I cracked my palm sharply onto her butt, smiling as she hissed at the pain and swung her head to glare.
“Ow! I mean, ow, Sir.”
“That grin makes me want to spank you again. Go! How can I watch your butts if you’re not both ahead of me?” Steph was already in the stark sunlight halfway down the beach, though she’d stopped to observe Jodie’s antics.
“Well, in that case, watch this.” Then she put on an exaggerated sway as she walked away.
The deliberate grind of her hips made me sigh, but I followed. “Paying for that later, sweetheart.”
I glanced up. Steph seemed fascinated by our banter. I guess she hadn’t seen much of my frivolous side. I eyed her too. Maybe it was a good idea to show her more? As she turned to stroll across the sand, the seductive lower line of the t-shirt she’d pulled on over her swimmers tantalized me with glimpses of her butt cheeks.
I adjusted myself. Noted. More joking. After I use her ass.
Tomorrow I would start checking my emails for feedback from a certain contact who knew illegal exits from the country, and where to go afterward, as well I’d begin talking about and thinking about what to do. Hard decisions. Maybe sad ones. Tonight would be for something else.
*****
I’d been going to line the girls up side by side to use their mouths, but there was always that temptation to do something kinkier to Steph. There was something unique about her that made me crave doing despicable things. Luckily, Jodie also delighted in this. Using persuasive words and bondage, and sometimes a little force, we could make her perform.
Our little lustful sex puppet. I swear the room heated when I thought of things to do to her body.
I’d told her some of my plans before we tied her up. There’d been only one episode of her biting the corner of her lip until it twisted out of shape. After a growl from me she subsided. That little bit of fear in her was what drew me. She’d never lose that. I could play with her for a year and still find that in her when I wanted. Oh the fucking attraction of that.
I forced calm on myself.
As Jodie pulled her wrists behind her back, her breathing hastened. When Jodie undid the bow on her swimsuit top and pulled it away, Steph bit her lip and watched. And when I grasped Jodie by the hair and made her suckle on each breast, her mouth fell open and she looked so amazingly aroused that I gripped her by the hair also then took her mouth. When Jodie crouched and shifted aside the scrap of material over her mound, Steph parted her thighs.
The girl was so into this. Orgasms were clearly a good persuasive tool.
“Would you like me to lick you here?” The lamplight showed Jodie already tonguing her clit with the very tip of her tongue, teasing, flicking.
“Yes,” Steph begged, squirming her groin closer.
I chuckled as Jodie pulled back and teased again. Each dab made Steph tense her thighs and hitch her breath.
“Please, more. There, just there!”
And yes, the more we did, the more she moaned. Her first orgasm happened a minute later, at most. I held her hair at the roots while she shuddered through it with Jodie still lapping at her.
Getting Jodie to undress was easy, and getting her to undress Steph the rest of the way was amusing. She was so enraptured in pulling down the bikini bottoms and yet willing to slow down the whole process by following the slide of the material with tens of tiny kisses and licks.
The lamps we’d set up lent a decadent ambience to the scene—shadows flickered across the women’s naked skin, painting them like slave girls from some jungle harem. Naked, voluptuous, and ready for a man to force them into acts of depravity.
I smiled. That, I could do.
After I had, at last, used her mouth and Jodie’s, until I came in hers, I made our toy stand before me in the hut. Some shibari would make her breasts stand out like swollen fruit, would make her feel what I did next exquisitely. Simple bondage, since the light was poor.
Using her wrist cuffs, her arms were pulled sideways by ropes that attached to the frame of the hut. With a stick and more rope, I fastened her legs shoulder-width apart. A spare pile of rope lay coiled on the beds we’d made up and shoved against the walls of the bungalow. The shibari was in the chest tie which looped from her collar O
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ring to her breasts, between them and around her chest twice, then the rope ran down between her legs in a double trail that, after running up the crevice of her ass and the length of her spine, joined to the back ring on her collar.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?” I walked sedately around her, watching her body’s responses and scratching my fingernails as I went across the skin of her back, her breasts, her belly. It was too dark to see the thin red lines but I could imagine them.
The last piece of rope I’d tied, doubled up, across her mouth in a perfunctory gag—it was more a decoration than a gag, a very dark disturbing decoration. Rope was so ugly, yet so alluring and sexual parked there, between her lips and teeth, pulling the corners of her mouth back. Like I’d defiled an angel. It made me want to fuck her mouth again and I didn’t even have another hard-on yet.
I watched her, watching me, as I circled her.
I was grateful that some pristine carpet wasn’t beneath our bare feet since the insides of her thighs already glistened with her moisture.
“What’s this, little fucktoy?” I crouched to run my hand up her thigh over the wetness then entered her and finger fucked her slowly. “Before I end this tonight, you’re going to be dripping on the floor. I promise.” Though she wiggled, I held her around the waist and made my fingers penetrate her as far as I could go, stretching her opening. She moaned a little as I moved them inside her. Hot, so fucking wet. My dick resurrected. Miraculous that. Hah.
I pulled out then moved in with my chest against her back. The rope was harsh on my skin, which meant she’d be feeling it too. With my moist fingers clawed into our toy’s ass and my forearm across her throat, I called Jodie over. My voice next to her ear, and no doubt my firm hold on her, sent a shudder through the girl that even my cock felt. I stiffened at the prospect of putting it in her. Later, I told myself, after we mess with her body.
“Do you remember the day she came up from the room and we bit this girl everywhere until she was begging us to make her come?”
Jodie nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“I’d like to give her pain, but I can’t see well in this lighting. So we’re going to use our teeth and fingers on her. If she comes, that’s okay, but make her work for it.”
Then I went round to her front and took both Steph’s nipples between finger and thumb. I squeezed them then pulled them outward by an inch or so, until she mewed and struggled to get loose.
“No,” I said harshly. “You can’t get away. The perfect curve of your tits begs me to torture them, you know that? One day, if I had you, I’d pierce these with metal. I’d make you mine by right because you’d have something of mine in you, permanently.”
How true that was. My mind rendered an image of these parts of her that I held submitting to me pushing steel into her. An ultimate sadistic thrill plus that sexual element. Nipples felt so much, hurt so much, held so much potential for torture in a woman. The light was good enough to see the change when I squashed my left finger and thumb down firmer. Barely a morsel of an inch separated them.
She whined, her hands twisting in the bondage.
Her darkened eyes stared up at me and her lips moved on the rope as if she were biting it. Already, below where I stood, Jodie had begun to nip her and pinch, including right over her clit. Her whimpers became mews then gasps as Jodie sucked on her clit, making wet noises. I let go of her nipples then twisted them, tugged again, over and over. I moved my pinching onto the skin around her nipples. Enough of this and they would be on fire.