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  She tilted her head.

  “You enjoyed knowing that I watched. The fact that others stopped and stared at your vagrant display of power over men twice your size turned you on, didn’t it?” He loosened his tie.

  “Yes, Darren.”

  “The difference between you and me, love…” He pulled his shirttails out of his trousers. “I know you prefer to have someone encourage you to obey. You want to feel small, feminine, and let someone bigger and stronger than you control every morsel of desire in that lovely body of yours, yes?”

  “Yes, Darren.”

  He opened his arms out to the side of him and walked in a circle. “How many people do you see watching us like we are a spectator sport and wondering what is going to happen? They gaze longingly at your long, golden legs beneath that very skimpy blouse and hope they will get a chance to see you wrap them around my hips as I plunge into you and take what is mine. Dare I even say…they hope I will punish you for letting three strange men have their freedom with you?”

  She flicked her gaze at the crowds gathered up on the decks of the ships and at the end of the dock. A twirl of excitement started low in her tummy, spread out to the hidden bits of her womanhood, and brought her back to her high sense of arousal the other men brought out in her.

  “If it’s okay with you, love, let’s give them what they ask for….” He stepped toward her and grabbing a handful of her thick hair at the back of her head brought her forward for a kiss that both urged her on and showed her exactly who controlled the situation.

  She whimpered against his lips and he let her go abruptly. He stepped back. His hands trailed along the opened V of her blouse, grasped each side, and ripped the buttons off the rest of the shirt. She gasped. Her head fell back and she languished at the vulnerability that overcame her knowing the strangers gazed upon her body.

  Chapter Five

  “First, I must punish you though.” Darren stepped farther away. “You remember my instructions on the phone? I said you must make three men come, correct?”

  She nodded. “I’m sorry, Darren.”

  “No, no, no.” He shook his head, his eyes crinkled at the corners. “It is not entirely your fault. I interrupted the last man.” He lifted his hand and motioned the other man to step up. “You must now let this man come all over you. You must submit to him on your knees and beg him to spray his cum all over your nipples, your breasts.”

  Her mouth fell open and she purred. Darren gave this present to her for a reason. She loved to kneel for him and take the gift of his pleasure on her skin. To bow down at his feet and show respect always excited her. The act of submission itself was almost orgasmic.

  Darren turned toward the third and last participant in their game. The man stroked his swollen cock, his jaw lax, and his legs spread wide. Jasmine mewed. Her nipples peaked despite the afternoon heat. Her body trembled with the need to submit to this man in front of Darren.

  “Remember, Jasmine, you must beg him to use your body.” Darren stepped up behind her, slipped her blouse off, unclipped her bra, and removed the clothes. “Do not be afraid to tell him want you want him to do.”

  She nodded in rapid agreement. Yes, she could do this. She wanted to please her master.

  “P…please sir, come closer.” Jasmine kneeled down on the dock.

  She spread her legs wide the way Darren showed her how to submit, and she clasped her hands behind her back. Her legs shook with pent-up desire, the apex of her thighs moist from her pussy juice. Her lace thong panties were the only material on her body.

  “Come here and rub the head of your cock on my nipples.” She arched her back, thrusting her breast out in an offering she hoped was too beautiful to ignore. “Your cock is so big and hard. I want you to touch the sensitive nerves on my breasts.”

  The man walked forward. His fingers wrapped tight around the base of his cock. Jasmine viewed the way his balls moved up tight against him.

  “Oh please, sir.” She gyrated her shoulders back and forth. “My pussy gets wetter at the way you touch yourself.”

  He stepped between her open legs, his dick slapped her cheeks, and she opened her mouth. Preparing to catch his man juice if he aimed for her mouth, she left her mouth relaxed, and ran her tongue across her upper lip.

  “Beg him, Jasmine!” Darren stepped over so she could see him standing off to the side, behind the man.

  “Please, I want you to use my body. I beg you, show me who’s boss.” She moaned. “Yes, yes, beat your cock against my breasts. Turn them red with the heat from you.”

  The man spread his legs wide, bent at the knees, and shifted his hips sideways. His cock rubbed back and forth against her nipples. She dropped her head back on her shoulders, stared up at the man hovering over her, and quivered under his treatment.

  “Oh God, my pussy is squirting my cream. I want to come.” Her breath came hard and fast. “Stroke…your…Cock. Please, give…” She shuddered. “Me it all. Show me I’m a slave.”

  The man groaned. His forearm muscles flexed at the strength behind the way he beat his cock. He straightened up, and gazed over his shoulder at Darren.

  “Sir, I would like to come all over your slave. I want to show everyone how much cum I can shoot.” He waited for Darren’s approval. At his nod, he stepped back.

  “Oh yes, sir, show me how big and strong you are. Send your load my way, and I will rub it all over my breasts for you.” Jasmine dropped her chin, her mouth wide open, and waited.

  Cum shot out of the hole at the end of the man’s cock. She thrust her breasts out to catch the long, white, creamy strand. She moaned at the way the liquid ran over her nipples and shone in the sun.

  “Master Darren?” She caught her lip between her teeth. “May I use my hands to rub it in to my skin?”

  The man stepped back. He moved over to lean against the railing to catch his breath. His cock still jutted out of his pants.

  Darren took the man’s place in front of Jasmine and shook his head. “Not yet.” He motioned the first two men to move forward. “I promised these two sailors a little treat.”

  Both men came to her, separated, and kneeled on each side of her on the dock. They leaned their heads forward and began to lick the third man’s cum off her skin. The long languished strokes of their tongue caressed her sensitive skin. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the way each man spent extra time lapping at her nipples and cleaning the other man’s juice off her body.

  “Oh sirs, that feels so good.” She bounced on her knees. Her pussy needed attention in the worse way. “Thank you, thank you.” She gazed down at her clean breasts. “May they suck my nipples, Master Darren? I enjoy their tongues.”

  Both men applied their lips to the hard, swollen tips and drew a mouthful of her breasts into their mouth. Their tongues stroked and sucked. Oh sweet Lord, I’m going to come.

  Chapter Six

  “Enough!” Darren stood in front of Jasmine. “Go back to your station. You both are allowed to watch.”

  “Do not come until I tell you, slave.” He pulled her to her feet.

  Darren knelt on one knee, trailed his hands down her stomach, over her mound, and separated her legs. She adjusted her stance and welcomed the warm breath that nuzzled her pussy. He pulled aside the thin, lacy material and lapped at the juice that ran thick from her cunt.

  His hands came around to her bottom and held her in place. Groping and parting her crack, he teased her puckered hole. Her pussy ejaculated again. She placed her hand on the side of his head grasping for something to hold. Her legs were weak from pleasure.

  Braced in his arms, she escaped to that dead zone where nothing existed, except for the insatiable feelings Darren created inside of her. He worked his way up her body laying a trail of kisses along her stomach, her breasts, and pulling her head forward to claim her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue.

  “I love to have my mouth on your pussy as you squirt your love juice in my mouth. I have never known another
woman capable of that trick.” The corner of Darren’s mouth lifted. “You please me so much.”

  She shook her head. “I d…don’t know why it happens, Master. She moaned. “I think you make me do it.”

  “Turn around, love, and take your pleasure.” He rotated her, and pushed against her back to bend her over. “Touch the ground and open your pussy to me. Show everyone here what a good girl you are. Give them a glimpse of your cunt. Let them wish they were me.”

  She spread her legs and placed the palms of her hands on the rough metal slats of the dock. The whir of his zipper hinted to her to what came next. His finger slid the crotch of her panties over to the side. His finger skimmed her starfish.

  “This is mine too. Not today, but soon, I promise.” He tested her willingness by sinking the tip of his little finger in the hole. “Very soon, love. I can feel the way your body sucks my finger inside wanting more. You want something more, bigger, harder”

  She bucked up to take more, but he pulled his finger out. In one swift move, he buried his cock, balls deeps, into her warm, slick, cunt. She cried out with pleasure. His hands molded onto her hips and brought her ass back to meet each thrust.

  “Who owns you, Jasmine?”

  “You d…do.” She panted and rose up on her tiptoes. “Oh. Darren. Fuck. Me. Hard.”

  He increased the rhythm and gave her ass a slap. She tossed her hair over her back and screamed out her orgasm. Involuntary spasms rolled around his cock. His fingers dug into her hips and he slammed into her and held still, squirting his seed deep inside her pussy.

  She didn’t move. He held her weight off her legs and wrapped his arm around her waist. She struggled to catch her breath. Wore out from the experience, she relied on Master Darren to keep from falling over.

  Darren leaned over her back, his lips at her ear. “Come, love, we best get out of here. I’m afraid we have caused quite a show, and I wouldn’t want trouble to find you.”

  He helped her into her shirt, pulled the ends together and she folded her arms under her breast to keep herself covered. Her pants lay folded on the deck, and Darren held them out for her to step into without her having to let go of her shirt. He zipped his pants and appeared all pulled together as if their scene hadn’t happened.

  With her hand grasping the edges of her shirt to keep it together, she slipped her other hand into Darren’s. Together they walked along the dock towards the parking lot. The men from earlier were gone and the strangers who witnessed the love they shared kept their faces averted.

  “I think it is time you move in with me, love.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “You passed the test with flying colors. Together, we will not want for anything, and I will always take care of you.”

  “Yes, Master Darren.” The corner of her mouth lifted. Deep down in her soul, she’d do anything for her master.

  Biography

  Abby Wood lives in Oregon with her husband and kids. A big animal lover, she enjoys the multitude of animals that come and go in her life. She likes nothing more than to delight readers with a book that takes them out of the real world and between the pages of a whole new world…if only for a little while.

  She loves to hear from readers and you can find her at www.authorabbywood.com