The table legs sunk into the sand as I sat down, and my cheeks flushed a deep red as everyone turned to look at me. I snuggled against his side, my hair hiding the right side of my face. He didn’t seem to notice my embarrassment. His hand snaked around my waist and his finger teased the hem of my shirt. I nearly gasped as his finger worked its way under my shirt, trailing up my skin to circle the rim of my bellybutton. He was talking to someone, I could hear his words, but not their meaning. His finger was my sole focus as it dipped into my bellybutton. I stifled a moan, and he chuckled. I wasn’t sure if his amusement was with me, or the conversation. His mom set a plate of food in front of him and I watched him start to eat.
“Do you want any food?” His mom said, I lifted my head, glancing at him. He gave a slight nod to the right and I looked back at her..
“No thank you, I’m not hungry right now. I’ll get something in a little bit.”
I watched as he picked a rib off the plate in front of him and bit into it. The sauce clung to his lips and I fought the urge to kiss him, and suck the sauce from his bottom lip. It was maddening how he affected me. How his every move made my legs wet and my nipples hard. I watched him eat, staying silent and listening to the hum of conversation around me. It was hard to focus on what any one person said, especially when I was around him. My whole being was attuned to him, and I quickly gave up trying to follow the threads of conversations. My stomach grumbled, and I let out a soft sigh.
“Have some food baby.” He whispered to me.
“Are you sure?” I breathed into his ear.
“Yes, you waited like a good girl.”
I grabbed a plate, piling it with food and brought it back, sitting as close to him as I could. He reached around me and dug his finger back into my bellybutton. No one noticed, but my heart thrilled at his touch. He picked up the rib on my plate and took a bite out of it, smirking at me before placing it back down on his plate.
“A Master takes his share.” He whispered into my ear.
I giggled and ate. I tried to ignore the disapproving glance from his mother at the end of the table, which was easy enough, with the food and the way he drove me crazy with his finger. I licked my lips when I was finished, wiping off with the napkin and nestled against his side once more. The hot sand warmed the bottoms of my feet, and my skin burned, a slight trickle of sweat fell down my back.
“You can take the sweatshirt if you want.” He whispered in my ear. “You must be hot now.”
“I am. But…” I started, trying to hold back a moan as his finger twisted in my bellybutton.
“But what?” He smirked.
“I don’t want to moan out loud here!” I grimaced.
“All right, I’ll stop. But you are going to make it up to me later.” He laughed.
I looked around, but no one seemed to notice our conversation. I sighed and hugged his arm. I couldn’t take off the sweatshirt yet, everyone else was fully clothed and I felt self-conscious being the only one in a midriff shirt. He hadn’t ordered me to take it off after all.
“Beach time.” He said, and I looked around.
People were getting up off the picnic table, and I waited for him to help me off the wooden bench. I sighed, finally, I could take the sweatshirt off. I slipped out of it, and tied it around my waist, the sun warming my exposed skin. I followed after him, he carried our beach bag, the side hitting his leg as he walked. I hurried to keep up, my feet slipping in the shifting sand.
The waves crashed heavily into the shore, and I watched as his cousins ran to the water. He glanced at me and I shooed him along. I watched him run after them and I grabbed a towel and spread it over the sand. I smoothed out the lumps and lay down on my back, closing my eyes at the heat. I sighed, grateful that the rest of his family seemed content to ignore me. I sat up, arms around my knees and watched him jump into the waves, his muscles straining as he jumped and splashed. I bit my lip, imagining all the things I wanted to do to him.
“Later.” I told myself, squeezing my legs together as a gentle drip flowed.
He came out of the water, walking towards me. My heart skipped a beat as his six pack tensed and flexed. His deep innie bellybutton made my mouth water, and I gulped.
“Why didn’t you get in the water?” He asked, playfully pulling me towards him.
“I can’t swim very well.” I answered back.
“I would have protected you.” His voice was low in my ear.
“Maybe later. I want to read anyway.”
He grabbed my book out of the beach bag and handed it to me before he laid back on the towel and let the sun dry him. I laid on my side, my stomach pressed against him as I tried to focus on the book in front of me. The words flowed together and I couldn’t focus. I kept glancing at him, his chest rising evenly as he breathed, his lips opened slightly, and I fought the urge to suck his bottom lip. I heard footsteps approaching, and a low whistle. I turned to find two of his cousins watching me.
“Damn Tommy, you found a good one this time.”
His fingers wrapped around my waist and pulled me towards him. I was pressed tight against his wet skin, his fingers digging into my ass, while his other hand trailed around my stomach, occasionally dipping a finger into my bellybutton.
“She is.” He replied back. I glanced over at him, his eyes dark and possessive.
His cousins walked away, and I stayed resting against him.
“You are too desirable for your own good.” He cooed in my ear. “I’m going to punish you for that tonight.”
My heart leapt in my chest. “Yes Master.”
I spent the rest of the afternoon waiting for the night. I held my book in front of me as a prop, my eyes barely seeing the words. All I could think about was what he was going to do to me. How he would punish me. My legs were soaked from the anticipation. I was glad we were at the beach, where I could blame how wet I was on the water or the heat. Not that anyone asked, if they even noticed. His arm stayed wrapped around my waist. Night couldn’t come any sooner.
It was finally dark, and most of his extended family had left. He led me outside. The cool night air left goosebumps on my arms, and he took my hand. His touch was an electric shock through my body. He walked slightly in front of me, weaving through the grass to the sand. The grainy bits stuck to my toes and I whimpered. He glanced at me, chiding me with his eyes, and I fell silent, following him on. He walked to the dock at the water’s edge, the boards creaked beneath our feet, and we stopped at the boat that was drifting lazily in the murky water.
“Hop in.”
He helped me over the side, his hand lingering on my ass, his fingers groping my fleshy orbs. I lingered there, letting him grope me as much as he wanted. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of my ass, before I stepped into the boat. As soon as he climbed in, he took off his shirt. I sat on the white padded seat and stared in awe at the way the moonlight reflected off his muscled stomach. He drove the boat out to the middle of the lake and turned off the engine. There were no other boats out at this time of night and he sat down next to me.
“Arms behind you back.” He said, pressing himself against me.
“Yes Master.” I breathed, grasping my hands together, pressing them against my lower back.
He clicked the handcuffs in place, and grabbed a small piece of rope from under the seat. I gasped at the feel of the coarse rope as he tied it just above my elbows, keeping my arms tight together.
“You look so beautiful tied up.” He murmured against my cheek.
He pressed his lips against mine, and his tongue darted into my mouth, wrestling with my tongue. He won as he always did, and I moaned into his mouth. My pussy trickled between my legs, heat growing from my center and ripplying throughout my body. He pulled back, and gasped, resting his chin on my forehead for a moment.
“Fuck you are such a sexy slut.”
I thrilled at the praise and whimpered back in reply. My heart was racing in my chest, my nipples hard little nubs. He pushed me gently to the floor, my knees scraping against the vinyl flooring, and I looked up expectantly. He pulled me towards him with his feet until I rested snugly between his legs. His hardening cock rubbed against my breasts and I wiggled around as my pussy gushed. He held the back of my head and pulled my lips down to his stomach, my tongue darting out to lick the rim of his bellybutton.
“Good girl, go ahead and lick my bellybutton. I want it nice and wet.” His voice was gruff, aching with need.
I pressed my lips against his stomach, his muscles flexed underneath me, and I moaned as I traced a string of saliva over his skin. I licked around his bellybutton, teasing him before I kissed his navel deeply. My tongue arched into the deep basin and I explored every inch, slobbering over his bellybutton and moaning louder and louder as I licked. I spit, filling his bellybutton completely with saliva before sucking it out. I lapped and licked, sucking his bellybutton until it was drenched, my saliva dripping down his stomach and wetting the waist of his jeans.
“Fuck babygirl.” He moaned out.
He grabbed his crotch, rubbing it, and stood up.I pressed my lips against his crotch, feeling the heat of his shaft. He pulled down his jeans, kicking them to the side before pulling his underwear down. His cock bounced in its freedom and he stroked himself and looked down at me.
report “Give me a rimjob before I fuck you.”
He turned and pressed his ass against my face and I licked up and down his crack. I shivered in pleasure, nothing made me feel as degraded as being tied up on my knees, giving my Master a rimjob. He knew that, and would only reward me with this pleasure sparingly. I must have done a good job today. I pressed my face into his ass, my tongue wiggling to his hole. I whimpered as I stuck my tongue inside him, licking and slobbering over him. My cheeks flushed, wondering how this would look to anyone passing by. I closed my eyes, savoring him, licking him. My cheeks were sticky with saliva, and I could feel it dripping from my lips and chin. With each lick I dug a little deeper, my tongue reaching further inside him. I got lost in the rhythm and cycle, and gasped loudly when he pulled away,
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