beach.
twenty four
“This is far enough.”
A steady stream dripped down my thighs and Karl walked like he was smuggling cucumbers in his pants.
Sleepy Key curves westward toward Mexico and parts covered with dunes and beach grass are protected for seabird nesting. We had arrived at one of those areas. Warning signs and plastic temporary fencing blocked off spots where nesting plover pairs set up house. Karl led me through a narrow path between two fences and into the dunes, which peaked about twice the height of Karl’s sandy head.
Between the grass-covered sand hills lay private hollows. A few dunes in from the beach was like another world, with the murmur of the sea and the occasional distant roar of a Harley, the lone sound from civilization. The starry night arched above our heads.
Karl walked in front, leading me by the rope between my legs. I half-trotted to keep up with his long strides. Of course, every time I dropped behind, the rope twanged into my slit. My light cloth dress hung, front soaked by my drippings. Karl’s leash forced my thong well up between my legs.
Three dunes from the beach, Karl stopped. He spun around to face me.
“This is good.”
Before I could think of any witty rejoinder, Karl pulled my dress over my head, leaving me clad in my thong and bra under the stars. My bound arms destroyed my balance and I stumbled. Karl hooked a hand around my back, catching me. I stared wildly around, my hair flashing in the moonlight.
Lightning bugs flashed for mates, crickets sang for mates and I wiggled for my mate, to the beat of the song of the wild.
Karl eased my bra ’ s filigreed cup aside and bent his head to my chest. His lips brushed my nipple with tantalizing possessiveness. He his fingers worked behind my back, and my bra fell open, un-latched. He kissed his way from my nipple around to my back and then nibbled his way to the back of my neck. He worked at the knot binding my wrists and the rope dropped to the ground.
Free, I reached behind me and caressed his solid thighs.
“Can’t you make up your mind?” I whispered, squeezing him.
“Since I first saw you,” Karl growled.
He took my hands and moved them to the front of my body. He put my left hand on my breast and my right hand between my thighs.
“Play with yourself,” he grunted into my ear.
Seeming to have a will of their own, my fingers pinched my nipple and my other hand grasped my sex. Pushing my thong to the side, I worked my forefinger up and down my slit. From behind me I heard the delicious sound of a man undressing.
Karl moved behind me.
He pressed his muscled torso into me, and pulled me close with his hand around my belly.
“What should I do?” I wanted him to stop teasing and get on with the sex before a police helicopter popped over the dune top with searchlights blazing and megaphone ordering is to put our hands up.
“Submit,” he whispered in my ear. “Do what I tell you to do.”
I relaxed back against him. He’s a wolf shifter. He could hear an approaching helicopter or police dune buggy in plenty of time for us to make ourselves decent. Heck, he could probably hear a mouse if one planned to run up my leg.
I breathed in, trembling. His last command was to play with myself, and I did, making my fingers a V with one on each side of my clit, and rubbing them up and down. He held me against him and his simmering skin and hard cock burned between the cheeks of my ass.
I wanted him to throw me to the sand and take me. I wanted him to tell me I was his to do what he wanted with. I didn’t want any part of the decision, no safe word. Here, under the stars where drunken revelers might stumble over the dune at any moment, I wanted him to force me and ravish me. Without asking me any questions.
While Karl’s left hand held me against him, his right hand moved along my side. He made a claw with his hand. Rigid fingertips pressed into me, running up my side. Sparks cascaded to my pussy from
twenty four
“This is far enough.”
A steady stream dripped down my thighs and Karl walked like he was smuggling cucumbers in his pants.
Sleepy Key curves westward toward Mexico and parts covered with dunes and beach grass are protected for seabird nesting. We had arrived at one of those areas. Warning signs and plastic temporary fencing blocked off spots where nesting plover pairs set up house. Karl led me through a narrow path between two fences and into the dunes, which peaked about twice the height of Karl’s sandy head.
Between the grass-covered sand hills lay private hollows. A few dunes in from the beach was like another world, with the murmur of the sea and the occasional distant roar of a Harley, the lone sound from civilization. The starry night arched above our heads.
Karl walked in front, leading me by the rope between my legs. I half-trotted to keep up with his long strides. Of course, every time I dropped behind, the rope twanged into my slit. My light cloth dress hung, front soaked by my drippings. Karl’s leash forced my thong well up between my legs.
Three dunes from the beach, Karl stopped. He spun around to face me.
“This is good.”
Before I could think of any witty rejoinder, Karl pulled my dress over my head, leaving me clad in my thong and bra under the stars. My bound arms destroyed my balance and I stumbled. Karl hooked a hand around my back, catching me. I stared wildly around, my hair flashing in the moonlight.
Lightning bugs flashed for mates, crickets sang for mates and I wiggled for my mate, to the beat of the song of the wild.
Karl eased my bra ’ s filigreed cup aside and bent his head to my chest. His lips brushed my nipple with tantalizing possessiveness. He his fingers worked behind my back, and my bra fell open, un-latched. He kissed his way from my nipple around to my back and then nibbled his way to the back of my neck. He worked at the knot binding my wrists and the rope dropped to the ground.
Free, I reached behind me and caressed his solid thighs.
“Can’t you make up your mind?” I whispered, squeezing him.
“Since I first saw you,” Karl growled.
He took my hands and moved them to the front of my body. He put my left hand on my breast and my right hand between my thighs.
“Play with yourself,” he grunted into my ear.
Seeming to have a will of their own, my fingers pinched my nipple and my other hand grasped my sex. Pushing my thong to the side, I worked my forefinger up and down my slit. From behind me I heard the delicious sound of a man undressing.
Karl moved behind me.
He pressed his muscled torso into me, and pulled me close with his hand around my belly.
“What should I do?” I wanted him to stop teasing and get on with the sex before a police helicopter popped over the dune top with searchlights blazing and megaphone ordering is to put our hands up.
“Submit,” he whispered in my ear. “Do what I tell you to do.”
I relaxed back against him. He’s a wolf shifter. He could hear an approaching helicopter or police dune buggy in plenty of time for us to make ourselves decent. Heck, he could probably hear a mouse if one planned to run up my leg.
I breathed in, trembling. His last command was to play with myself, and I did, making my fingers a V with one on each side of my clit, and rubbing them up and down. He held me against him and his simmering skin and hard cock burned between the cheeks of my ass.
I wanted him to throw me to the sand and take me. I wanted him to tell me I was his to do what he wanted with. I didn’t want any part of the decision, no safe word. Here, under the stars where drunken revelers might stumble over the dune at any moment, I wanted him to force me and ravish me. Without asking me any questions.
While Karl’s left hand held me against him, his right hand moved along my side. He made a claw with his hand. Rigid fingertips pressed into me, running up my side. Sparks cascaded to my pussy from
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