[M][f][HUML] "Holding his gaze, you're going to massage my cum fully into your skin. Pretend it's sunscreen."

Author's Note: This is an excerpt from the book I'm currently writing: Pretty Little Slave, A Freeuse Society of Hedone, BOOK 3

Jaimie is sitting behind me on the beach blanket, his legs protectively around me. From this position, he is feeding me my creamsicle, because of course, he always insists on feeding me.

He doesn't seem angry anymore, but still, I am wary of setting him off again. I had attempted to put my dress back on, as he had angrily told me to, but when I had made a move to do so, he had swatted my hand away, telling me to leave it.

So I'm still topless, sitting in the sun in my pink panties, my tongue cleaning off the last of the melting ice-cream from the stick in Jaimie's hand. When I finish, he tells me to find the Present position.

My eyes widen in surprise. Jaimie is consistently private about our sexual activities. Not once has he instructed me to find one of the dungeon poses when we're out in public.

I recover quickly, however, scrambling to obey. I am, after all, eager to get back into his good graces.

I find the position on my knees, leaning back onto my arms, being mindful to hold my breasts and hips high: I remember the latter is especially important to him. I recall getting my neck zapped for failing to adequately present myself as the posture implies.

"No," Jaimie says in a low voice. "Face the guy you enticed to come chat you up earlier."

Now I'm really confused. This is so not Jaimie.

What is he trying to prove?

Uncertainly, I obey, shifting my hips ninety degrees, so that I'm facing my raised hips directly towards the blue-eyed guy. I notice his gaze is directed at me, so I can't help but look back at him, my heart beating faster to have, again, captured his attention. After a few charged seconds, I tear my eyes away, lest Jaimie notices and gets upset.

"Yes, he's looking at you," Jaimie comments dryly. "Of course he is. They all are. But you're no longer going to look over at him. Close your eyes and focus solely on my voice and how you feel in your body. Spread your legs wider... Good. Push your hips up higher... Yes, that's it."

Jaimie shifts over on the blanket until he is kneeling behind me. He places his hands on my legs, running his hands up my thighs, before sweeping them along my sides to cup and squeeze my breasts.

Heat floods through me at his touch, warming my blood and further increasing the sensitivity of my nerve endings.

I moan softly as his hands leave my breasts to gather my hair and sweep it to one side, using the pressure of his hold to angle my head and further expose my neck. He brushes his lips over my ear as he returns a hand to my breast, gently kneading it.

"When you said you were feeling warm and wanting to suntan," he says softly into my ear, "I don't think you were being fully honest with me. I think you were wanting some attention. Am I wrong?"

"I… I don't know," I murmur, breathlessly.

His thumb and fingers find my right nipple and give it a punishing squeeze. I gasp at the sudden sharp pain.

"I think you do know," he says sternly. "Tell me the truth."

"I—I wanted to feel free," I admit.

"Ah, I see. And does freedom to you mean being admired by men?"

"I—I don't know… maybe." I squirm, afraid to answer and unintentionally ignite his anger.
He finds my nipple again, gripping it between his thumb and fingers, gradually increasing the pressure until I can't help but whimper in protest.

"Be honest with me, baby," he says softly, running his lips along my neck while rolling my nipple between his fingers.

"I guess I did want to be seen… but I really didn't think anyone would come over!" I clarify hurriedly.

"Relax… I'm not upset with you, baby. I understand a part of you is desiring an audience. I can give you an audience. But you need to be open with me about your desires. Alright?"
"Yes," I exhale, relieved.

"Good. Now tell me," he says, running his hand along my breast and abdomen, "when you took your dress off, were you hoping those guys would notice you?"

"…Yes," I admit in a small voice.

"Good girl. It's not so hard to be honest with me, is it, baby?"

"No, daddy."

"Are you getting tired, holding yourself up in this position?"

"Yes," I whisper.

"Alright," he says, releasing my hair and removing his hand from my breast. "Find Spread."
Relieved, I lower my hips and ease myself onto my back, folding my arms beneath me and extending my legs.

Once my legs are extended, his hand finds my leg, gently grazing his fingertips along my inner thigh. He makes his way up and inward until he's stroking my inner lips over the lace.
My breath catches as my skin ignites with arousal under his touch.

"Your little pussy can't help but swell and salivate knowing how badly those men want you. Your plump lips look fucking delectable moistening under the pretty lace… I'm a lucky guy to have a front row seat… Be a good girl and open those legs wider… That's it."

His fingertips find my clit, but his strokes remain ever so gentle, softly and patiently coaxing my receptors to respond to him as his touch alternates between my clit and my outer lips.

With every pass over my clit, my arousal grows until I've soaked my panties and I'm desperately arching my hips up into his fingers in an attempt to increase the tantalizing pressure.

"You want more, baby?" he taunts.

"Y-es, please!" I moan.

"Not yet. I want that cunt so desperate that those men can hear your moans from where they're jerking themselves off on their towels."

He continues the torturous grazing of his fingertips until my muscles are literally trembling with the need to be penetrated. I'm incredibly close to coming, but my body is needing something solid to wrap around and squeeze to push me over the edge.

"Please!" I whisper hoarsely, "please fuck me, Jaimie."

"Louder, baby. They can't hear you."

"Jaimie, please!" I call out, shamelessly. "Fuck me!"

I nearly lose my mind when I feel the firm tip of Jaimie's cock at my entrance, as my panties are swept to the side. My legs nearly fly off the blanket as my knees draw inwards towards my armpits of their own accord, ready to receive and latch tightly around the object of my pleasure.

I'm so ready for him to slam inside of me, but he makes me work for it. With my arms behind my back, I can't use them to pull him closer, but I have my legs and my inner muscles, which have become a living entity, voracious in their need to suck his cock deeper inside of my slick channel. I become like a passive observer to the workings of my body, as my inner walls greedily clench his cock in their grasp before erupting into orgasm.

Only then does Jaimie thrust deeper. The sudden increase in depth intensifies my pleasure as my body helplessly spasms around him. His thrusts pick up momentum as my body relaxes. He takes my surrendered body, harder and faster.

Just as he's about to come, he pulls out and unleashes his load onto my stomach and chest.
My eyes flutter open in surprise, and I blink rapidly to adjust to the bright sunlight. Judging by the possessive look in his eyes, I get the distinct sense that he's marked me as his.

Once he's empty, he tucks himself back into his shorts. "Find Table," he directs.

What? Are we not done here?

Obedient, despite my confusion, I find my hands and knees.

"You're going to crawl forward towards your admirer. Make eye contact with him. You'll stop when you get to his towel. Holding his gaze, you're going to massage my cum fully into your skin.
Pretend it's sunscreen. I will be watching to ensure that he does not touch you. When you have finished, you will crawl back to me. You will not speak to him. Understand?"

For a moment, I can only stare at him in bewilderment. What the fuck has gotten into Jaimie?

"Do you understand?" he says again.

"Yes, daddy," I mumble.

I look over in the direction of Blue Eyes. I see he's still lounging on his towel, looking over at me with interest.

My face heats with embarrassment as I crawl my way through the sand towards him and his friends. The three of them stop their conversation to watch my approach. Even in the open air, I can smell Jaimie's cum on me.

By the time I arrive at Blue Eyes' towel, I've stopped breathing. I feel incredibly foolish, nearly naked on my hands and knees, Jaimie's cum drying on my skin. The urge to hide my face is strong, but I keep my eyes on his, determined to fully obey Jaimie's orders.

"Hello again, cutie; has your master sent you over here to play after all?"

Instead of answering, I drop to my haunches and place my hands on my cum covered chest.
Without breaking eye contact, I begin to work his cum into my skin.

The guys chuckle and exchange amused looks.

"Fuck," one of his friends exclaims.

"Do you think we can we fuck her?" says the other.

"I wouldn't dare," responds the first. "Not without his direct consent."

I ignore the friends, keeping my eyes on Blue Eyes. Once I run out of moist cum to massage, I drop my hands back onto the sand, and humbly crawl my way back to Jaimie.