Trust Me (24 page)

    
Even though her cunt was still clenching in
unfulfilled need, her clit sore and aching from being denied once again, Brooke
didn’t need to think about her answer. More than anything, she wanted her life
back, wanted this damnable block gone and wanted to enjoy sex again like Angie
and Patti were, completely, wholeheartedly, with a stiff cock taking her deep
and hard.

    
“I’m sorry. I’ll take the punishment.”
Reaching under her skirt, she lowered her panties.

   
“Tuck your skirt into the waist then bend
over, ass facing the other couples, and grab your ankles. Spread your legs for
better balance,” he added as he slowly pulled his leather belt from his waist
and doubled it over. Alec was well aware he was pushing her, but he hoped it
was toward their ultimate goal and not away from him. When she didn’t balk at
his order he breathed a sigh of relief and when she did as instructed, the
sight of her bent over, ass bared for everyone to see, stoically accepting her
punishment, he felt a surge of pride and unbridled lust. Angie cried out in
climax as he landed the first stroke, leaving a bright red slash across both
buttocks and a glaze of moisture coating her pussy lips.

    
Brooke gasped as she struggled to maintain
her balance as the fiery burn from the first slash of leather quickly
dissipated, leaving behind that delicious tingling heat that quickly found its
way down to her pussy. Just as at the cookout, she found having an audience
added to her arousal, pushing her excitement level higher as did the ensuing
strokes of Alec’s belt. The pain elicited from his belt was similar to that of
the leather spanker he had used on her on his boat their first time out, but
the long length of the belt covered more of her skin with one stroke, the pain
spreading further, and as he moved downward, landed several hard strokes on the
under curve of her cheeks as well as the top of her thighs, she knew he wasn’t
going to leave an inch of tender flesh untouched.

    
It took all of Brooke’s concentration to
maintain her hold of her ankles, keep her spiraling lust under control and to
not sob in humiliation, pain and frustration. Just what the hell was it that
turned her on so by being in this degrading position, by the pain encompassing
her whole ass, by the heat that seemed to go straight from her abused buttocks
to her neglected pussy? By the time Alec dropped his belt and ran his palms
over her buttocks, she had no definite answers, just that all of that combined
had her almost to the point that one light touch of a finger, one soft lick of
a tongue and she knew there would be no stopping her from coming.

    
“Beautiful, Brooke,” Alec rasped as he
lightly smoothed his hands over her reddened ass, feeling the heat, imagining
the burn he had built on her rounded flesh. The sight of the plug filling her
rectum made him ache to replace it with his cock. Slipping one hand between her
legs, he felt her juices seeping from her cunt, felt her swollen folds and knew
if he turned on the clit stimulator, even on its lowest setting, she would
explode like a firecracker. But he had a different place and a different scene
in mind for that event, so he slipped his fingers inside her and removed the
vibrator before helping her to stand.

    
As she lifted and turned to face him, her
face now as red as her ass, he gently pushed her down in front of him. “On your
knees now, sugar. Show me how much you trust me, how confident you feel in
turning over your problem to me, to deal with as I see fit.”

   
Alec cradled her head as her hands cradled
his cock when she released him. His fingers tightened in her hair when she took
him into her mouth and his buttocks clenched as he thrust deeper, touching her
throat before pulling back slowly only to repeat the gesture over and over.
Looking over her kneeling form, he saw his friends lounging on the porch, the
men clad again in shorts and women still naked. Angie was cuddled on Will’s lap
looking sated and embarrassed at the same time, a cute blend of excitement and
shyness on her face when she looked over at them. And then Brooke made that
leisurely exploration glide of her finger between his scrotum and his anus, the
light but well aimed stroke coupled with the very talented swirls of her tongue
and the deep sucking rhythm of her cheeks causing his balls to draw taut,
igniting his climax.

    
“That’s it, sugar, suck me dry,” he
groaned as he erupted into her mouth, his mind fuzzy with the pleasure as he
closed his eyes and simply sank into it.

    
Brooke drank from his spewing cock
greedily, relishing every drop even as she envied him his pleasure. Kneeling in
the sand with her skirt hiked up and her panties lowered, exposing her punished
buttocks to the other couples had heightened her arousal as much as the
throbbing, lingering pain in her cheeks and sucking Alec off did. Instead of
concentrating on what she was missing out on, she focused all her attention on
getting him off so that by the time she had swallowed every drop of his semen
and he was lifting her to her feet she had managed to rein in her own lust and
frustration.

    
“Thank you, Brooke. I enjoyed that very
much.” Tucking his cock back in his shorts, he retrieved his belt then took her
hand, leaving her skirt tucked up in the back and her panties lowered. “Come
on, I’ll introduce you to Dave and Angie.”

    
Angie shifted uncomfortably on Will’s lap
as she watched the other couple approach. The past three days with Will on his
island had been a time of idyllic bliss, eye opening experiences and pulse
pounding climaxes. The check Karen had left for her at the front desk of the
hotel had been more than enough to settle the last of her debts, something she
was sure Will was responsible for, allowing her the peace of mind she needed to
enjoy this brief interlude before taking up her quest for adoption. Will had
been staying with her in this bungalow around the clock since they arrived
Sunday afternoon and neither of them found living together awkward. In fact,
she marveled at how easy it was, how their year-long long distance
conversations rife with sexual releases as well as get-to-know-you talks had
prepared them for this transition. Will already knew she took forever in the
bathroom getting ready in the mornings and she knew he was a neat freak,
preferring everything to have a place and that it be put there when not in use.
He knew she hated asparagus and ham but loved corn and pasta, she knew he
refused to eat brussel sprouts but loved spinach and anything sweet. They had
spent hours arguing over which shows and movies were their favorites over the
phone, so when he gave her time to rest from his almost constant sexual assault
on her well used, very sated body, it was a no brainer what to watch. She loved
to read, hated watching sports, which gave her something to do while staying
cuddled next to him while he watched his favorite team.

    
The hard part of the past three days had
been getting comfortable in her own skin, not feeling self-conscious about her
size when he insisted on keeping her naked, not worrying about where they were
going to be when she returned to St. Louis next Sunday as she tried desperately
not to lose her heart further. Wiggling on Will’s lap, the feel of his hard
cock prodding her still sore ass, she felt a renewal of lust, something that
never seemed to abate for long around him. Today had been the first day he had
been able to talk her into taking their play outside, assuring her this part of
the resort’s beach was reserved for such activities and those who indulged in
them.

   
Angie had to admit, she loved being naked
outdoors, getting spanked and fucked under the heat of the afternoon sun while
the balmy ocean breeze blew across her bare, sensitive skin. By the time Will
had tackled her in the sand, she had been wet and excited, ready for his cock,
but it was when she spotted the three people on the porch, watching them while
they engaged in foreplay themselves, that she felt she could spontaneously
combust. Thankfully, Will didn’t give her mind time to assimilate that she was
completely naked in front of strangers, didn’t give her time to get embarrassed
or shy away. He simply lifted her hips and thrust, her wet sheath making it
easy for him to go deep, her excitement at having her first audience making it
easy for her to ignore her misgivings about her body and the feel of Will once
again taking her with rough, deep precision, making it easy to shatter in
another body enveloping orgasm.

    
But now, with the arrival of Alec and
Brooke, the men mostly clothed again, she was beginning to feel self-conscious
again even though her nipples were tight and her pussy wet from having eyes on
her and a hard cock poking her.

    
“Relax, sweetie,” Will murmured in her ear
as he cupped one large breast in his hand. “You met Alec when we docked the
other day. I’ll introduce you to Brooke, who’s here from New York for a few
weeks and is also Gabe’s editor.”

    
“I wasn’t naked when I met Alec before,”
she hissed even though the feel of his hand squeezing her breast felt so good
she’d smack him if he stopped.

    
“Your nipple stabbing my palm and the
rapid beat of your heart tells me you’re not as opposed to being naked in front
of the others as you’re hinting at. Behave or I’ll punish you in front of
everyone the way Alec did Brooke.”

    
Angie recalled how watching Alec wield his
belt across Brooke’s buttocks had excited her, but she didn’t want to push a
scene like that for herself, at least not today. “Okay,” she sighed as she
leaned back against him.

    
Will smiled and kissed her cheek, loving
the way she so easily gave in. The past three days with her had only reaffirmed
what he had known for months now, she was his. He knew how he wanted this to
work out, had already figured they’d live here on the island until the children
they adopted went to school, then he’d buy them a home in Savannah and he would
commute back and forth to the island during the week, but they’d spend weekends
here, and he knew he was going to do everything in his power to make that
happen and make her a permanent part of his life.

    
Fucking Angel was everything he had
masturbated to over the past months, everything he had fallen asleep dreaming
about and woken up craving. He had so much more he wanted to show her, more he
wanted to do to and with her, more he wanted her to experience. He figured it
would take a lifetime to get her caught up on all she had missed, all she had
fantasized about doing, and if he was planning on being a father to the
children she wanted to adopt, he was going to have to get as much in as
possible before that happy event took place and then afterwards, get creative
so they could enjoy parenthood as well as the sexual excesses they were going
to be used to.
 

    
“Brooke, this is Dave Reynolds, a friend
of ours and this pretty woman is Will’s Angel,” Alec said, smiling down at
Angie while making no effort to hide his open and admiring appraisal of her
nudity.

    
“Call me Angie,” she said, ignoring the
blush she felt creeping up her chest and over her face. “Only Will calls me
Angel.”

    
“Angel, I don’t think you’ve met Dave
either. He’s here to check out the area where he’s going to build my house.”

    
Angie greeted Brooke and Dave while trying
not to be disappointed in hearing Will was planning on building a permanent
home. She knew currently he had his own suite of rooms at Gabe’s house, but he
had also mentioned Gabe and his wife were unexpectedly expecting and it only
made sense for him to give them their space. She had known from their first
phone call that he had permanent roots here, which was just one of the
obstacles standing in their way.
 
He
wanted a relationship, but for how long?

    
Angie endured good natured ribbing when
she turned down a beer and asked for a wine cooler instead then listened with
only half an ear as the others conversed, discussing the cookout Gabe had
planned that Dave was going to miss but the rest of them would be there, to
celebrate the release of his latest book and Kira’s pregnancy. Apparently, Will
had no problem doing two things at once, because the hand that wasn’t holding
his beer was constantly roaming her body while he kept up with the talk as it
shifted to the resort and some of the upcoming activities planned for summer
guests.

    
When cold liquid splashed on her breasts,
Angie gave a startled gasp then a strangled moan as Will dipped his head and
slowly licked the beer he had just spilled on her, his tongue leisurely lapping
every drop from her breasts before his lips latched onto her right nipple and
suckled strongly. With his hard cock prodding her ass and his hand dipping
between her legs, his fingers sinking unerringly into her moist vagina, she was
soon oblivious to everything but the sensations and the decadent pleasure he
was so good at arousing in her.

    
More beer landed on her breasts, making
her open her eyes in time to see Patti and Doug returning down the beach towards
their bungalow and Dave accompanying Alec and Brooke as they headed in the
opposite direction towards Brooke’s place, Alec’s hand cupping Brooke’s still
exposed, still red ass as they walked.