Chapter Eight: Part One
(R18+ Sex)
Deciding to experiment a little, Kate made a cup of the reviving herbal tea that Rick had previously made for her. Whilst enjoying a banana as an early-morning snack, she followed his instructions and drank a mixture that tasted just as odd as the one he had served her. During her shower, she felt her mind clearing, throwing off the last vestiges of sleep. Her body felt wonderfully relaxed and energetic as she dressed. Spying Dom’s camouflage-patterned jacket on a chair, she decided to return it.
Feeling adventurous, Kate walked out of her back door, wanting to do some exploring and see if she could follow the shoreline to Dom’s cabin. Although still early, the clear warm sunlight of another beautiful day had already replaced the golden glow of dawn. Kate heard a distant screaming whistle, and searched the sky behind her for a moment before she spotted a pair of eagles. They were circling in the weak thermal lift already rising from the slim granite spire that dominated the Big End.
Almost two-hundred metres of wild scrub lay along the shoreline between the semi-cleared wedges of land behind hers and Dom’s cabins. The volcanic shore was too irregular and steep to traverse, forcing her to be a little creative in how she worked her way through or around a few large patches of surprisingly thick scrub. Along the foreshore, a pair of shrieking birds startled her when they rocketed out of some low vegetation from almost directly under her feet. A little further on, she sat on a small boulder to watch three butterflies flicker and dance in the still air. In the morning light, their iridescent flashes of blue captivated her.
A large fish swirled the surface of the water only four or five body lengths from shore, driving a cloud of baitfish into the air as they fled. A kingfisher flashed, rising from the water with its silver prize wriggling in its beak. Kate’s cheeks were starting to hurt from smiling. The constant lapping of the water at the base of the rocks and the warmth of the early sun made her meandering explorations completely enjoyable. She stopped again, this time to watch two lizards bobbing their heads in territorial competition on a large boulder, their throats bright against the dark volcanic rock. Eventually one darted forward, chasing the other out of sight.
Climbing over a cluster of boulders to bypass some wild tangles, she followed a small bird as it flitted just ahead of her, its vivid emerald breast flashing garishly as it danced and trilled for her. It settled on a large shrub and flitted from twig to twig. She managed to stalk close enough to almost touch its tail feathers, when a faint noise suddenly focused her attention inland.
Crap!
She found herself behind a chest-high, and thankfully thick bush, looking directly at the rear of Dom’s cabin. Worse, the noise she’d heard was his cabin’s back door opening. Dom walked out into the morning sun, wearing only a pair of jeans, his muscular torso bare. Knocking on his door was one thing, but being discovered prowling in his back yard was something else. All Kate could do was freeze and hope for an opportunity to slip gracefully away.
Oh, double crap!
Dom was not alone. A statuesque woman followed him into the sunlight, her lightweight wrap doing little to conceal her smooth, muscular body. In the dappled light, her blonde hair flared with hints of red.
God, they look amazing together, Kate thought, whilst failing miserably to avert her eyes. She looked around carefully, but could not see any suitable way to depart. The cleared land on either side of her offered little hope of slipping away unnoticed. Looking to her rear, a sheer four-metre drop to the water prevented her from slipping down to the shoreline.
Embarrassed by her presence and her possible discovery, Kate held still, hunching low into the deepest shadows under the compact tangle of vegetation. Her sole goal was now to remain unseen. She slowly drew Dom’s jacket over her shoulders and raised its hood, hoping its camouflage pattern would help to hide her.
With her heart in her mouth, she watched the pair walk towards her before stopping under a large tree less than fifteen metres from her hiding place. They embraced and kissed deeply before the woman dropped her wrap, exposing her nakedness to the cool of the morning air and the warmth of the low morning sun. After one very charged moment of looking into each other’s eyes, Kate watched Dom throw a rope with practiced ease over a branch above them.
Crap, crap, double crap!
Using movements that seemed oddly sensuous to Kate’s eye, he tied the woman’s forearms and wrists together. Taking the other end of the rope, he pulled downwards, raising her arms high; stretching her upwards until she was on her tiptoes and giggling for a few moments before lowering her so she could stand comfortably, but only just.
Stretched up taut as she was, Kate saw real beauty in every part of her. She could see that the woman was about Dom’s age, and she was striking in every sense. Her features were refined, her smooth skin was unmarked, and her body was strong and lithe. Her face had a look of hunger and bliss. Dom reached out and stroked her breasts and tummy, his fingertips playing softly over her skin as he circled her, grinning.
Kate felt mortified as she realised the enormity of what was happening in front of her, wanting to stop breathing in case it attracted their attention. Her eyes remained locked on the scene before her, an unwilling voyeur, but unable to look away. She watched Dom running his hands over the woman’s body, moving gently and lightly at first. With patience, he started to increase his pressure, kissing her randomly, on the lips, her shoulders, over her back, and anywhere else that took his fancy.
He ran his nails over her squirming body, resulting in loud squeals from her and laughter from them both. He kept running his nails and fingertips over her until she took some deep breaths and stilled herself, taking on a dreamy and trance-like expression. The woman’s face, and the entire scene before her, spoke directly to something deep inside Kate’s body, and she felt her own stomach clenching urgently in response.
Dom leaned forward and took one nipple in his mouth, grasping the other between his fingers. She squirmed and gasped, making small mewing noises, but he didn’t stop until she relaxed into his attention. With one hand still pinching her nipple, he ran the nails of his free hand over her skin, not stopping for a moment as they shared a long, deep kiss. Her body squirmed as she greedily kissed him back.
Kate was transfixed. Dom was taking his time, slowly building the intensity, his attention totally focused on his captive lover. Part of her was saying that watching them was not right, but the over-ruling majority of her mind and body compelled her to keep looking.
He said something to the woman, and she responded with a smile and nod. He worked his way behind her, still running his nails, hands, lips and teeth over every part of her. That it felt good was evident by the look on the woman’s face. He started rubbing and kneading her buttocks, and her eyes closed as she lifted her buttocks out towards him.
The sharp report of the spank reached Kate, followed by an unrestrained cry that ended in an animalistic sound of pleasure. The woman’s eyes snapped open and it seemed to Kate that she was looking directly at her. She stopped breathing. Kate was sure that she could see the striking blue of her clear eyes in the sunlight. It seemed as though Dom’s captive was inside her head for a long moment before her eyes softened, a luxuriant smile on her face. Finally, still smiling and breathing deeply, she looked away, moaning as he spanked her other cheek before massaging her buttocks again.
Dom leaned in and said something to her. The woman smiled and nodded as he continued to massage her shapely backside. A look of needful desire burned on her face as each spank brought a pleasurable growl or moan in response. Kate felt her own body stirring to the scene before her. The woman rose to her tiptoes to lift her bum even higher. She wiggled it and was answered with a firm spank. Her cry was not pain to Kate’s ears. It was a primal sound of pleasure and release, a cathartic sound, filled with energy and life.
The woman was looking back in her direction, a sleepy, hungry smile on her lips. Kate willed herself to be still, knowing that she must be all but invisible in her concealment under the thick leafy tangle. Breaking her gaze, the woman looked over her shoulder and said something to Dom, who started tapping her backside with his fingers in response. She lifted her bum to him, and at the bottom of each breath, he delivered firm spanks in pairs; her face showed that she was revelling in the intensity. Kate watched as the woman breathed in deeply and slowly with each set of sensations. She settled as a look of vacant peace washed over her face, her rhythmic growls sounding almost like a chant.
For ten minutes, maybe more, Dom watched her carefully while coaching her softly. She was floating in her far-away and trance-like state as he timed his actions with her breathing. Kate’s mind raced. She had heard of kinks and fetishes of course, and had read some popular novels, but never had she heard of or imagined anything like this. Nothing in her experience described even a fraction of the mutual devotion, pleasure and intensity of the scene before her. Watching his eyes and intention feasting upon his captive, Kate felt a flash of comprehension when she realised that Dom’s torture was his control of himself, and his own desires.
He broke his attention from the woman’s backside and turned her under her suspending rope towards him. He bodily dragged her to him to receive his deep kiss. He wound her hair into his fist and sensuously pulled her head back in slow motion, drawing her neck into full arching extension. Kate almost moaned herself, watching the woman writhe and hearing her uninhibited responses to his licks, kisses and nibbles over her exposed throat. He drew her close, kissing her urgently, his knee widening her stance until she was half on tiptoes.
Clearly without force, and completely without warning, Dom slapped low under the woman’s pussy with his fingers and palm. His hand held still, keeping a firm pressure for a long moment before he started moving. The woman’s body contorted as she groaned in response, her sounds muffled by their kiss.
With one hand still holding her hair, he drew her head back, kissing her throat, chest and face, moving her to receive his attentions. His massaging was clearly taking the woman to her climax. Her movements were no longer under her conscious control as her body writhed. Her face showed only peace and bliss, but an undercurrent of something else was also showing through. Her pleasured moans had become almost continuous as he focused his attentions on her.
He gave her another light, controlled slap, this time resulting in her loud growl, one that sounded to Kate like purified want and need. He chuckled softly and started moving his hand once more before giving her another light slap. She snarled viciously at him when he denied her for a fourth time, holding her firmly by her hair at arm’s length, and grinning wickedly back at her. At that passionate moment, the woman’s face and expression belonged to something that lurked in a dark jungle. Watching her as she glared and growled at Dom, there was no doubt in Kate’s mind that if given the chance, she would have bitten him at that moment if he weren’t holding her tight.