“Did you enjoy today?” Master asked as he poured a drink.
“I did.” I still couldn’t believe they’d held the party for me. It made me feel as though I mattered to them. Then again, even without the party, I felt as though I mattered. Both Master and Sir made me feel wanted, even if they didn’t feel as deeply for me as I felt for them.
“What intrigued you the most during the gift opening?”
I had given that some thought earlier and I knew exactly what I’d enjoyed the most. “Anytime one of the submissives was restrained,” I admitted. “I liked the idea of being unable to do anything to stop what was going to happen.”
“So, say we were to restrain you tonight,” he mused. “What would you want to happen?”
I felt my face heat from my blush. “I’d like it to be rough.” I couldn’t believe I was admitting it out loud.
“Rough?”
“Yes. I’d like to know what it feels like when my masters unleash on me without holding back.”
Master’s dark eyebrow lifted. “Are you sure you’re ready for something like that?”
I nodded. “I have this fantasy…”
Master nodded toward the sofa. “Have a seat and hold that thought.”
I watched as he disappeared out of the room. I sat down on the sofa and breathed a little easier when he returned. He was holding a small notebook and a pen.
“While I help the others with dinner, I want you to write out your fantasy.”
“Write it?”
“Yes. Be as detailed as possible with it.”
I’d never thought to write down my fantasies, but I had plenty so I figured it couldn’t be too difficult.
After Master passed over the notebook and the pen, I sat on the floor and used the table as my writing surface. I waited until he disappeared from the room before I started writing it out.
I’m pretty sure I could sit out here all day and all night. The sound of the waves as they lap at the shore is soothing and I can’t remember ever being quite so relaxed.
Rolling onto my stomach, I glance around, noticing there’s only a couple of people on the beach tonight and they’re several yards away. The thought of removing my bikini and allowing the warm air to caress my skin has been something I’ve been contemplating for the past hour. If I don’t do it now, I’m not sure I’ll ever get the chance again.
With my gaze fixed on the two men, I reach around and untie the string at my back and let my top fall away, slipping it over my head and placing it within reach. The two men don’t seem to be paying me any attention so I do the same with my bottoms, untying the strings on my hips, then pulling the fabric from beneath me.
Instantly the warm air brushes over every part of my skin, teasing me. It’s arousing me to the point of distraction. I can feel my pussy getting wetter. I know I’m not supposed to be turned on by this, but I am.
I hear someone talking and I jerk my head around to see two men walking past. Their eyes trail over my naked back as they pass. I can see the interest in their eyes, but they keep going, but not without giving me second and third looks before they join the other two men who seem to be packing up to leave.
It’s getting dark and if I don’t head back now, it’ll be impossible to see. That’s my cue to go inside. Figuring it’s pointless to get dressed now, I pick up my bikini, then wrap my towel around me and secure it in place before heading up to the beach house I’m renting for the weekend.
I hate that it’s my last night here, but a week has passed and I have to get back to the real world. I’ve been a little disappointed that I wasn’t able to make any new friends during my trip. The lack of personal interaction has left me wanting for something I can’t quite put my finger on.
Not ready to go inside, I drop my bikini on the table, then light two of the torches to provide ample light to see by. Once they’re burning, I lay my towel out on one of the lounge chairs and relax. It’s my last night here; I might as well enjoy myself a little.
I think back on the men who’d been down by the water and I find myself fantasizing about them watching me. The idea turns me on, which then has my hand trailing down between my legs, my fingers grazing my pussy. I can almost picture them walking up on the deck and watching as I play with myself.
They know that I see them and the fact that I don’t send them away seems to make them bolder. They slowly make their way up to the deck but don’t approach me directly. They keep their distance, watching as my fingers dip deep into my pussy before returning to my clit.
