Part 3 (2/2)

She swallowed hard. ”Really? Since when?”

He gave her a slow smile. ”Since I figured out that the sweets make the bite of tart even sharper.” He slowly lapped at the snow cone she held out to him with a shaking hand. ”And you - my sweet little sub - are going to taste delicious with the tang of the salt.w.a.ter on your p.u.s.s.y.”

Chapter Five.

”...and you my sweet little sub are going to taste delicious...

Bethany barely tasted the creamy cherry cheesecake Deacon was feeding her for desert. His words tormented her even more than his hands had earlier as he liberally reapplied sunscreen to every inch of her exposed skin. It also had her wondering if Doms actually gave oral s.e.x weren't they supposed to be on the receiving end only and how she would react if he buried his head between her thighs. The one and only time with her last boyfriend had tried ended up with nothing more than a lick and promise before he'd lost interest and mounted her.

And came in less than three minutes.

”Open.”

Deacon's command pulled her away from her morbid thoughts. Without thinking, she obeyed, letting the filled spoon dip in between her lips. Sucking the utensil clean, she swallowed. ”Thank you, Sir.”

A slow grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. ”Don't be so fast in thanking me.” The spoon returned to the container, before he set it aside. Then he rose to his feet, the solid line of his erection molded by his board shorts. She still didn't think it was fair that he got to keep his shorts while she paraded around in her birthday suit.

”Come.” He held out a hand to her.

Her breath caught in her throat as she stared at his hand. ”Is it time to go home, Sir?” She couldn't keep the breathy undertone out of her voice.

”Not yet.” He frowned. ”But if you make me ask again, you'll be sorry.”

The darkening of his eyes begged her to do it to give him another reason to punish her. But as sore as her a.s.s was, she wasn't about to let that happen not if she could avoid it. After taking his hand, she pushed off the blanket-covered sand. As she stepped past him, he cupped the back of her neck, halting her progress. ”Remember, no matter what I do, you are not to come or lose your toys.”

Her teeth dug into her lower lip as she nodded. His eyes narrowed.

”That's not an answer, Bethany.”

The coolness of his tone sent warning chills up her spine. ”I understand, Sir.”

”Good.” Then he guided her toward the lapping waves. She clenched down on the gla.s.s b.a.l.l.s as the first wave struck her calves, then the second her knees, when he guided her through the shallows. Soon the water was up to her thighs, then her navel. She squealed as the next wave almost knocked her off her feet.

”Whoa.” Deacon wrapped an arm around her waist, before pulling her tight against him.

She clung to his shoulders as another swell rocked her the cool waters a sharp contrast to the building heat inside her.

”Wrap your legs around me.” Deacon's voice was gravelly.

”Yes, Sir.” She lifted one leg then dropped it as the move caused her grip on the Ben Wa b.a.l.l.s to slip. She could feel them moving pus.h.i.+ng toward freedom. Clenching down on them hard, she panted. ”Sir....I can't the b.a.l.l.s. I'm scared I'll lose them.” She pressed her forehead against his wet chest as the waves continued to tug and pull on her.

”I'll help you.” His hands slipped under the water to cup her a.s.s. ”When I lift, wrap those long legs around me. We'll do it in one smooth motion.”

”Yes, Sir.” She gritted out, tensing every muscle she could, as she suddenly found herself lifted above the water. How the h.e.l.l had he done that with such ease, was her only thought as she found herself free of the cool water.

”Bethany.”

Her name spoken with such disappointment, reminded her of his order. Spreading her thighs, she hooked her legs around his waist, moaning when her bare mound came into contact with his warm abs. Moisture that had nothing to do with the water around them escaped her. Her cheeks flushed. There was no way he wouldn't recognize how aroused she was. She hid her face against his shoulder as the b.a.l.l.s s.h.i.+fted inside of her. Pleasure ripped through her a pale replica of her earlier release, but just enough to tease her.

”Good girl.” His hands remained on her bottom, keeping her pressed against him as he turned and moved farther away from the beach, until the waves lapped at their torsos. ”Now, the fun begins what I've been imagining since I slipped those b.a.l.l.s inside you earlier.”

”Imagined, Sir?” She lifted her head from his shoulder to gaze up at him.

A wicked smile crossed his face. ”Oh yeah.”

That was her only warning before he rocked her up against his stomach hard, then stopped holding her hips flush against him with her back arched over his arm. Her mouth opened on a soundless cry as the b.a.l.l.s didn't just s.h.i.+ft against each other, but instead bounced off one another. Release tugged at her but thanks to his stillness, she fought back her o.r.g.a.s.m. When the urge finally pa.s.sed, she slumped forward, her head resting against his shoulder.

That was too close. I'll never survive if he does that again. A broken sigh escaped her.

”Shhh - that's it. Hold it back.” The warm approval in his tone stroked over her as his hands tightened in warning against her a.s.s. ”Let's try that again.” He nuzzled her ear when she lifted her head to glare at him. ”I love pus.h.i.+ng a sub to her limits then past them.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but could only cling to him when he almost lazily rocked her against him with an extra circular grind at the end. She willed herself not to come, as it sent the b.a.l.l.s over every inch of her sheath while rubbing her c.l.i.t in a tantalizing way. She bit her lower lip determined to resist the eroticism of it all. But of course, her willpower was as flimsy as wet piece of toilet paper in the face of the gathering tension in her groin. Her thighs trembled against his hips as the pleasure threatened to peak. She dug her nails into his shoulders. ”Deacon!”

As soon as his name pasted her lips, she whimpered at her slip. Maybe he wouldn't notice.

Then his arms tightened around her and a rough growl rumbled through him. ”That's one.”

”One, Sir?” She gasped weakly, her body shaking with the need to come.

He nuzzled her temple. ”Punishment.”

She cried out in a combination of l.u.s.t and apprehension. Her bottom still tingled from her earlier punishment. And as s.a.d.i.s.tic as Deacon was proving to be, she wouldn't put it past him to dole it out while his d.a.m.ned Ben Wa b.a.l.l.s were inside her. ”Sir... I can't...please don't...punish me.”

”Hmmm, should've thought about that before you spoke.” He tilted her hips to the left then to the right.

Her shriek of protest turned into one of agonizing pleasure, as the b.a.l.l.s ma.s.saged her from a different angle.

Deacon narrowed his eyes as Bethany struggled against him, aiding in the rocking motion that he knew was driving her insane with l.u.s.t.

Almost as much as me.

He s.h.i.+fted her back separating their bodies slightly, giving his c.o.c.k a chance to breath. This lesson wouldn't end well if he lost control and came in his shorts.

”Sir! Please!”

He didn't need to see her face to hear the tears in her voice. It was almost enough to make him want to pull back, to ease off her. She'd had the b.a.l.l.s in nearly ninety minutes a new record for an untried submissive. The only thing that kept him from ordering her to come was the sudden catch in her voice and the involuntary squirm she gave when he lightly nipped her ear. Bethany wasn't adverse to punishment, as she wanted him to believe.

Perhaps she craves the pleasurable pain as much as I do.

”Please what, Bethany? Please bend you over the table again? Please use my flogger on you? Or is it please punish me, so you can come?” He let his teeth trail down her throat while lifting her higher in the water. He growled low in his throat as her b.r.e.a.s.t.s bobbed free, their dark coral tips tempting in their rigid state. A temptation he refused to deny. Dipping his head, he sucked the left one into his mouth, pressing up on the hard peak, trapping it between his tongue and the roof of his mouth. Then he drew hard on it.

”Oh, G.o.d.” She jerked, her fingers threading through his hair, cupping his head as he fed on her. ”I...can't believe you're doing this...the people on the beach...”

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