Thanks to the light from the torches, I can see the outlines of their cocks through their shorts. It makes my arousal burn hotter, the thought of watching them stroke their own cocks while I play with myself.
“Why don’t you move closer,” I say in the sweetest voice possible. “Pull up a chair.”
Only one man moves closer and my gaze trails to him. He doesn’t move quickly, obviously trying not to scare me. But the thing is, the longer they stand there, the more I wish they would all move closer. The idea of having their lust directed at me is making my pussy wet, my nipples overly sensitive.
“Don’t stop,” the closest man says as I moan, my hand pausing in its quest for relief. “Let us watch.”
I meet his eyes and whisper, “I don’t want you to watch.”
“No?” He doesn’t sound as though he believes me, and I can’t blame him since I haven’t asked them to leave.
“No,” I admit.
“Then what would you rather we do?”
I glance from one man to the next, finally stopping to meet the gaze of the man closest to me.
“Personally, I’d rather have you tie me up and do whatever you want.”
“Is that so?”
I nod.
The closest man glances over his shoulder, seemingly seeking the input of the others. I can see their interest; it’s reflected in the desire burning brightly in their eyes.
When he turns back to face me, the man smirks. “We won’t be gentle,” he admits.
I smile. “I don’t want gentle.” I pause for effect, shoving my fingers deep into my pussy. “I just want to be fucked. Hard.”
“Hey, sweet girl, it’s time to eat.”
I looked up to see Sir watching me. Crap. I wasn’t finished.
“I’m not done,” I told him. There was so much more I wanted to add, like how the four of them descended upon me, roughly taking me in every way possible until…
“That’s all the time you get, I’m afraid.”
Glancing back down at the notebook, I sighed. At least I’d left off at a perfect place for them to pick up should they decide to indulge my fantasy.
“Bring it to me,” Sir insisted. “And let’s go eat.”
Feeling both excitement and a slight amount of fear, I handed Sir what I’d written. He didn’t bother to read it, choosing to head into the dining room. He passed the notebook to Master before holding out my chair.
“This smells delicious.” I took it all in, from the place settings to the exquisite food decorating the table. “So, who’s the master chef in this group?”
“That would be me,” Ben admitted.
“It’s true,” Justin agreed. “Although I can hold my own, I don’t hold a candle to Ben.”
I noticed that Ben seemed pleased by the praise from his master. I couldn’t blame him.
While I was dishing food onto my plate, I noticed Master start to read my story. Embarrassment flooded me as I thought about what he might think of me for having a fantasy like that. Part of me was ashamed that I would possibly enjoy the idea of being manhandled by strangers. However, I had to admit that I wasn’t turned on by the fact that there would be strangers who would touch me. It was the idea of my masters playing out this fantasy that did it for me.
It didn’t take long for Master to finish and his expression never changed. He then handed the notebook to Sir. The four of them passed it around as they ate and read, leaving me to watch them. I think they knew that my anxiety level was rising as I watched. Perhaps that was what they were aiming for, I didn’t know for sure.
However, what I did know was that after dinner, my masters dismissed me to go down to the beach after Sir delivered a bikini that he’d obviously found in my dresser back at my apartment. It was the black one I had yet to wear because of how skimpy it was.
“Go change, then go down to the water’s edge. There’s a towel on the back deck.”
“Does this mean we’ll be acting out my fantasy?”
Sir smirked. “I expect the performance of your life.”
I giggled, feeling both anxious and excited as I grabbed the bikini and headed for the bathroom to change.
“Oh, and pet?”
“Hmm?”
“Remember your safeword. There’s a fair chance you might need it.”
A tremor danced down my spine and my belly fluttered at the thought.
Fourteen
BECAUSE IT WAS ALREADY LATE, the sun had set, but it looked as though someone had the forethought to place a couple of torches down on the beach to provide light. I laid out my towel and got comfortable, relaxing as the water gently rolled up onto the sand. I had no idea how long I laid there like that, but it was long enough for me to get completely relaxed before I heard someone talking.
