Chapter Eight: Part Two
(R18+ Sex)
The intensity of Kate’s own surging arousal surprised her as she watched Dom repeat the pattern and began to understand. Every time the woman was about to orgasm, his soft slap seemed to push it away, but not far away. The woman’s breathing was deep and hard, coming out in growls and groans that were no longer human. As he denied her release yet again, her protesting growls of savage and primal desire found a target deep in Kate’s own body. Stretched by the rope and held fast, his captive’s muscles worked against each other, trying to find release. Her whole body moved in serpentine rhythms, working her groin into Dom’s hand as he continued his measured, deliberate building and denial of her release.
The sun had moved, forcing Kate to work herself deeper under the bush to stay in its deep shadow. Still relentlessly massaging her towards pleasure and denying her with one hand, she watched Dom turn the woman again. He gave her now glowing buttocks more attention with his free hand whilst alternating between pinching her nipples and running his nails over her body from knees to scalp. The woman was deep in her reverie, quivering, receiving each sensation with primal sounds of joyful abandon. She looked back and they had a quiet word. Dom nodded with his answer and stepped behind her.
He drew his hand back and spanked her arse, the sound sharper than before, he held his hand firm and still for a moment as she growled deeply in response, lifting her bum higher to him. He started alternating hands, massaging a buttock cheek with one hand whilst spanking her with the other. This session was much more concentrated, covering her buttocks and upper thighs, his fingertips and nails dragging over her until she was ready, or delivering brief and intense moments of massaging to keep her climax close. Dom’s unrelenting attention challenged her to soar higher and higher to stay above the sensations that were flooding into her body. She cried out, her unrestrained growls coming with every outbreath, her body writhing and her legs trembling.
At the end of a particularly intense series, she was so close that he had to gently slap her pussy a third time to deny her. Kate heard the woman’s rich contralto voice start with a snarl but end in, ‘…ease!’ The urgent need in her voice spoke directly to Kate’s own body. The woman’s eyes were seemingly locked with Kate’s again, almost like she was daring her to keep watching. Deep in Kate’s own psyche, something was now awake and stirring; something ancient, primal and hungry. She knew she would not look away. She couldn’t. She didn’t even want to blink. The woman broke her gaze with a smile, feeling Dom’s rhythm change.
Dom turned her to face him again, paying out the rope to lower her hands a little. She sank, spreading her stance at his silent insistence until the rope bore much of her weight again. With her straight legs spread wide apart, Dom again started to massage into her pleasure, his fingers exploring her before retreating. Each time she started moaning too loudly, he carefully denied her with pressure alone, holding still until her breathing changed before starting again, biting and kissing her skin. Each denial brought a new chorus of growls and hisses from her. It seemed to go on for hours, but was probably more like fifteen or twenty minutes. Dom, his captive, and Kate, were all far beyond such mundane concepts as time.
Dom fell to his knees, his mouth meeting her desire, dragging her body to him by her buttocks with both hands. Kate saw on the woman’s face what total rapture looked like. The woman’s body started moving under its own volition, her breathing pulling her from her previous state and into one of pure aggressive lust. She grabbed the rope above her hands, lifting herself from the ground and locking her legs around Dom’s head and shoulders, pulling him hard into her body. Her groaning cries sounded like distilled desire, purified and concentrated.
Kate heard the woman plead, ‘Please, my lord? Please may I come? Please, my lord, I need to come, please, please? Please let me come?’ Her only answer was Dom’s continuing attention, kneading her buttocks deeply as her legs held him fast. She kept begging him between moans until she was unable to speak, her release drawing closer with each breath.
Her deep screams erupted without censor as Dom took her into her long-denied climax; her body twisting and contorting, she convulsed in her ecstasy. Her cries became growls with every outbreath. She was still holding herself up on the rope, her body writhing wildly as her legs kept Dom locked firmly in place. Kate didn’t know that orgasms could go on for so long, and for a moment, she wondered if he could breathe. He continued pulling her into him until her legs dropped away, her last spasms still shuddering through her. Watching him set her back down, Kate realised that he had been supporting a lot of her weight.
He stood, gently helping the woman to her feet. He reached up and pulled on the end of the rope between her wrists, releasing the knots and freeing her arms in seconds. He supported her wrists with one hand and slowly lowered her arms, massaging around her shoulders with the other.
She wriggled her bum against his erection, taking obvious delight in how it pushed against her bottom through his jeans. They locked together in a passionate embrace, kissing deeply before letting themselves fall back onto the grass, still laughing and kissing.
Surprised at her body’s urgent physical readiness for such attention, Kate felt as though she had nearly climaxed as well. She watched the couple giggle and talk for a while before Dom stood. For one short moment, she thought Dom was about to walk to the water’s edge and find her. She breathed out when he bent to collect the woman’s discarded wrap and turned back. He hoisted his blonde prize effortlessly over his shoulder before loudly smacking her bum once more. She reached down and returned his spank as hard as she could from her compromised position. The sound was a dull thud, followed by a feminine protest. ‘Owww! Goddamn you’ve got a bloody hard arse!’ They were still laughing as he carried her inside. At the last moment, the woman flashed a dazzling smile right at Kate before the shadows of the doorway swallowed them, the door swinging closed behind them.
A minute later, Kate sensed her moment had come and she slipped away, retracing her steps quickly until well beyond any chance of discovery. Her mind racing, she sat on a boulder in the shade and looked out at the water, unzipping Dom’s jacket and pushing the hood from her head.
She had just vicariously experienced something that she never thought she would. Even more surprising to her were her own responses to what, until now, she had essentially thought of as practices of objectification and abuse. Her concepts, based on popular literature and hearsay, had failed to capture even a fraction of what she had witnessed.
Thinking hard, she analysed what she had seen. Dom had shown care, control and respect in everything he did. Pleasure and desire was evident in every action and reaction. The woman’s orgasm was undeniably intense and her entire experience had been clearly pleasurable. The memories of the woman’s cries echoed in her memory, causing another wave of deep tightness within her. She wasn’t even sure how to begin to start ordering her memories and feelings as she walked back to the sanctuary of her cabin in a daze.
Sitting on a comfortable seat in her bedroom and looking over the water, Kate took stock. Her sexual experience was clearly far more limited than she’d thought. What she knew about kink was, by recent evidence, apparently wrong at pretty much every possible level.
Replaying the scenes, Kate felt her body’s demands reasserting themselves. For the first time since Silvio’s treachery, Kate touched herself, orgasming so quickly and intensely that it took her by surprise. Normally self-conscious of ‘excessive noise’, her cries of pleasure flowed freely and without censor. Basking in her own blissful afterglow, Kate started laughing aloud as her mind exulted. Alegria!
Sitting on the rear deck of her cabin and sipping her third cup of coffee, Kate was still trying to understand her own responses to what she had seen when an alien sound penetrated her thoughts.
Phone! A phone is ringing. That means you pick it up and answer it! Kate’s mind reminded her. The phone’s display showed ‘16: Teak’; it was Rick.
‘Good morning, Kate. I’m sorry, we took longer to return from shore than planned. May I invite you to my place for lunch, with the possibility of exploring later?’ he asked in his rich and deep voice.
‘I would like that, Rick.’
‘Is half an hour enough time for you?’
‘Your cabin in half an hour is perfect, thank you Rick.’
‘A pleasure, Kate. See you soon,’ he said, ending the call.
Hanging up, a realisation hit her. My lord is what the woman called Dom when she begged him for her release. She thought of the evening of Madame Butterfly, in the limousine, and Dom’s reaction when she’d said ‘my lord’ to him. No wonder he stopped cold! She laughed happily, now understanding why he had reacted so oddly.
Would you have wanted him or even let him do that to you then? she asked herself. She knew the answer was no, not with Dom. When she asked herself the same question, but about Rick instead of Dom, a spasm deep in her belly answered her mind’s question. Part of me says yes, she thought, smiling and slightly perplexed.
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