The Beach House

THE BEACH HOUSE

It is a warm evening. The sun is making its way toward sunset and after a day of work you decide to put on a pair of shorts, a small t-shirt and take a walk on the beach.

You walk down to the water and begin your stroll down the beach. You are thinking of how warm the water and sun feel on your body and it makes you feel good to be alive.
As you continue to walk, you notice someone walking toward you. You take a peek and realize it is a man. He is not tall, but not short. He is wearing a swim suit and nothing else. His hair is longer than usual and the wind makes it blow behind him.

Slowly, you make your way toward each other. The sun, water and your overall mood give you a warm feeling in the pit of your stomach. As you get closer, he smiles and you smile back. A conversation begins and before you know it, you are both sitting in the sand talking and laughing. Occasionally, your hand brushes against his and this leaves a spark of pleasure.

Then, you realize the clouds have whipped up and the sky has turned black. The wind picks up and the scent of rain fills the air. You say you should head back to the hotel, but before you can move, the clouds open up and the rain comes down in sheets. He suggests you run to his house, which is only minutes down the beach, and wait out the storm. You agree because you are at least a mile from the hotel and you are interested in this man and what could happen.
You run to the house and climb the stairs. As you reach the top you see this is not a house but a mansion. The deck contains a large in-the-ground pool and a hot tub. It is half covered by an awning and then through the glass doors is a beautiful living room with a large fireplace and full entertainment wall.

You are both soaked to the bone and he offers to let you borrow a robe and to dry your clothes in his dryer. You move into the bathroom, strip down and put on the robe. When you reenter the living room he is sitting on the couch. He has changed out of his wet trunks and is now dressed in a pair of light khaki pants and a white linen shirt. His dark, still wet hair is combed back, the ends curling against his neck and the collar of his shirt, and before you can stop yourself you quickly run your tongue over your bottom lip. There is a bottle of wine chilling on the table, and the ice makes a light tinkling sound as he fills your glass. You both take a sip and you feel the liquid slowly make its way down your throat...

... “Hmmm... “ you think to yourself, “the man knows his wines...”. And a small smile appears on your lips. You tilt your head slightly, lean back against the plush velvet cushions and consider this stranger. “What am I doing here?”, you wonder. Under any other circumstances, especially back home, you would never even consider running off with someone you hardly knew. Let alone someone you just met. But then again...it’s been a long time since you’ve had this feeling. You know the one. That sensation of knowing that something is about to happen, and trying to convince yourself that it won’t...shouldn’t...can’t.

You both keep talking. About everything, and about nothing. For how long you don’t know. You reach over to place your empty glass on the table, and as you do your robe falls partly open. Flustered, a little embarrassed (“Christ,” you think. “I’m acting like a school girl”) you go to readjust the belt.

And that’s when he first touches you. It’s nothing really, just his hand on yours (which is still on the belt), and yet it leaves you breathless...anticipating. “Don’t”, he says. Your heart stops. And you know that It’s not the words..., it’s the tone. He didn’t ask. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t demand. He commanded. And although he spoke barely above a whisper, you listened. And you obeyed.

His grip strengthens on your hand. Not to hurt, but to convey the message that this is something you both want...need...desire. Your face turns up to his and his other hand moves to the back of your neck. His grip is firm, but conveys a tender feeling. You immediately trust this stranger. You know that no matter what happens over the next few hours, he will not cause harm. He leans in and at the same time moves his lips to yours. The kiss is light, almost air-like at first. His teeth take a small nibble from your bottom lip and you respond in kind. The kiss becomes more physical and then you are together in a deep longing kiss. Your tongues exploring each others’ mouths, tiny bites between each others’ lips, and you feel his hand make its way inside the still open robe.

His thumb and forefinger grasp your right nipple and squeeze. Your nipple responds immediately by becoming erect. His fingers continue to squeeze as they make circles around the outside. “Ahhh,” you moan at the sensation. The kiss continues to become deeper and deeper, more urgent. Your hand moves to the back of his head to pull him closer. His hand begins to massage your breasts. Without realizing it you arch your back to allow him full access to you.
His head moves down and takes a nipple between his teeth. He bites down hard enough for you to squirm.

“Don’t”, he orders as he pulls you back toward him. “Don’t move,” and again bites down on your right nipple; this time even harder than before. Not able to stop yourself, you again pull back slightly as a small, pleasurable whimper escapes your throat. Suddenly, he breaks the kiss and pulls away from you. “You don’t listen very well do you,” he says. And although he looks displeased, even vaguely angered, his voice is soft and gentle.

Maybe it was his tone again, or the way in which he now stood over you. Or maybe it was the slightly dangerous gleam in his eyes. Whatever it was, you couldn’t resist -- couldn’t think of anything to say. So biting down on your lip, you lower your eyes and say nothing.

He reaches down and tilts up your chin. His thumb runs over your bottom lip, tracing the outline of your mouth. His hand moves down your neck, over your collar bone, down in between your breasts, and over your stomach. He stops at your belt, which is still somewhat holding your robe together, and in one swift motion rips it out of its satin loops...

Your body is exposed to him in its entirety for the first time and he stands over you looking down. In his eyes you can see his desire growing stronger. Afraid to move an inch, you sit still and wait. “That’s much better,” he says -- an approving smile spreading across his lips. “Now stand up.”

You do as he says, your heart racing. His eyes locked on yours, he pushes the robe off your shoulders. The satin rustles quietly as it falls to the floor around your ankles. Slowly his eyes trail down your body, and you swear you can almost see the heat that must be rising off your body in waves. As he is still fully dressed, you feel completely exposed -- completely at his mercy. Although aching to reach out and touch him, to feel his lips on yours again, you stand quietly.

He smiles, and you can tell he is pleased. He comes closer, his hand going to the back of your neck, his mouth almost on yours. You close your eyes anticipating the kiss, but it doesn’t come. Instead, he moves his hand from your neck, and grabbing your hair pulls your head back. “Now I’m going to touch you again, and this time I want you to be still. Understand? Perfectly still.”
You can only nod in response. Your body is on fire. Your breathing has become hard, and you can feel the wetness begin to accumulate between your legs. His other hand comes up and cups your breast, squeezing gently. Pulling back so that he can watch your reaction, he begins to circle your nipple with his thumb and forefinger. You make a small sound in the back of your throat and swallow hard. Suddenly, he pinches your now rock-hard nipple. You inhale sharply as an intense feeling of pleasure sweeps over your body, but you don’t move away. “Good,” he nods with approval. “Now turn around.”

You stand there a moment, your nipple still throbbing from his touch, and consider the situation. Deciding that you like this game, a small wicked smile forms on your lips and you slowly shake your head in defiance. “I said turn around,” he repeats in a low voice. Again you shake your head. “You have no idea what you are getting yourself into you know.”, he says. “Now for the last time, turn around.”

You decide to push it even further, but before the word “No” can even form itself on your lips he grabs you. Swinging you around, he pulls your arms roughly behind you, pushes you down on the couch so that you am laying face down on your belly, and proceeds to bind your wrists with the satin belt of the robe -- which he had thrown innocently on the back of the couch.

He turns your body over so you are on your back and moves to the end of the couch and positions himself between your legs. Each movement of your body is orchestrated by him and you are becoming his plaything, his slave...and you are even more excited by the prospect. Slowly he moves down and starts to kiss the inside of your ankles. The softness of his kisses are suddenly interrupted by the sharp sting of his hand on the side of your left thigh. He looks up to see your reaction and is pleased to see a look of pleasure on your face. His lips continue to move from the right leg to the left slowly working up your inner calves. And another slap finds your right thigh and as you squirm with pleasure he breathes “You DON’T want to move.” Though you are still unsure of this whole scenario, you decide to listen this time and just let your eyes close to experience the sensations to their fullest.

He finds the back of your knees and a new sensation of pleasure makes its way over your body. As he moves up your left inner thigh his teeth find themselves gripping your skin. Though you don’t move, a new moan of ecstasy escapes from your throat. Then another bite only this time on the right thigh. Then just as quickly the bites become tender kisses. The pain and pleasure become one and you are becoming very wet to his touch. Then just as quickly you feel him move off the couch. You open your eyes to see what is happening and watch as he lifts his glass to his lips. You watch his adams apple bob as the liquid makes its way down his throat. Each movement of his body, and the fact that you are helpless to him, makes your body temperature rise. He looks down at you and a small smile of satisfaction crosses his lips. “Now, don’t you move a muscle, OR ELSE,” he says and he slowly leaves the room.

You hear him pick up the phone in the other room and then speak a few words to someone. His footsteps echo to you as he makes his way to another side of the house. Feeling brave (and maybe a little mischievous), you lift your body off the couch and cross the room to the other couch. You sit down defiantly and lay your head back against the velvet cushions. From behind, you hear him reenter the room and hear a small laugh emit from him. It is not a sinister laugh, but you know that your defiance of his order will result in a new and strange type of punishment. This is the reaction you wanted but you are still not sure if, just maybe, you may have escalated this game to a new level. You tilt your head so you can see him and he crosses the room to you. He is carrying a number of long silk scarves and he is still wearing a smile that sends shivers and heat waves through your body. “So, you just won’t listen, well I guess a little lesson in respect is in order.” With that he takes your legs and moves them onto the couch. He takes one of the scarves and ties your ankles together. As he is tying, you decide to squirm just a little. When you do he turns you and slaps your ass. “I said let me do it and you are to just stay still!”. Another smack stings the same spot he had just hit. The pain makes your eye’s water ever so slightly, but also makes your juices flow from between your legs.

When he has your ankles tied, he takes you and lifts you up from the couch. He carries you into the bedroom that contains an over-sized king size bed set on a raised platform. The platform contains lights that cover the floor with a soft glow. Over the bed is a group of mirrors and next to the mirrors a series of soft pin spot lights. The pin spots are of different colors and are aimed at different areas of the bed. He half places and half tosses you onto the bed. As you land your body half turns and you end up on your side. “STAY” he hisses. Again, the tone of his voice does not frighten you, but you know now he is serious. From behind you, you feel his hand on your back, making slow circles around your spine. Then another slap on the ass in the same exact spot. You realize there must be a nice red mark there and this allows him to find the same spot each time. Then a scarf covers your eyes and he begins tying it in the back. “Please don’t,” you mutter and then you hear his voice. His lips must be right next to your ear and you listen as he says “Now we are going to have fun, and you have nothing to worry about...if you are good.” “I don’t know,” you mutter, but deep inside you do know that you want this stranger to use you, to make you feel sensations you have only dreamed about. He can hear the doubt in your voice and he says “Oh, this is what you want. That is why you are here.” “Please, let me see,” you say. “When the time comes” he replies.

Then you feel him turn you over onto your back and feel his hands take both of your nipples and squeeze. The sensation sends waves of pain and pleasure through your body and you know your nipples have never grown that much before. His hands continue their journey around the outside of your breast, under them, down your stomach, down the outside of both of your legs and then back up the inside. He has tied your ankles so that he can move your legs apart slightly. As he nears the point where your legs come together you can not help but raise your pelvis to meet his fingers. At once he pushes you away and says “No...too soon.” A small gasp of air escapes your lips, as you want nothing more then to be touched there.

Then you hear a knock on the outside door and he gets up and leaves the room without saying a word. You lie there and wonder if this is going too far and just maybe you should cry out for help. You decide that that might not be a good idea and besides, you are very hot and want this to continue until the end ...maybe.

You hear him return and he lifts you into a sitting position. “ AH, so you decided not to move this time...well I guess you deserve a little reward for that.” You feel the edge of a glass against your lips and slowly you allow him to tip the glass and you taste the chilled wine slide down your throat. As he lets you sip from the glass you feel his other hand on your breast again. Only there is something slightly different with this touch. It is a little softer, but you decide he is just pushing it a little further. Then he lowers you onto your back again and you almost jump when you feel a liquid being poured onto your stomach. It pools into your belly button and the crevices in your stomach. Then you feel a tongue starting to lick up the liquid and it feels excellent. His hand continues to massage your breast and every so often your nipples are pinched to erection again. You realize your body is responding to these touches in a way it has never felt before and this excites as well as scares you. You still can not believe this is happening and you are fighting a war within your sub conscience as to whether of not you should be here.

Then your conscience mind wakes back up and you take an inventory of what is being done to your body; a tongue licking the still chilly wine on your stomach, two hands using your nipples and making them ache with pleasure and ...two hands now rubbing your legs and now slapping the outside of your thighs. Wait...two sets of hands! Someone else has joined. This is definitely not what you wanted, yet the feelings are incredible. The tongue on your stomach disappears and you feel his hot breathe by your ear. “So, you finally caught up with us,” he says. You are confused for a second, then realize that this stranger is so perceptive that he can read your slightest body language without you uttering a word. You say “Wait, I wasn’t expecting two men...this is going too far.” “Are you sure you want us to stop? We can untie you and you can walk back to your lonely hotel room and dream about the pleasures that are about to come” he says. You take a second and think ...”May I see him?” you ask. “You may,” he says and removes the scarf from your eyes. At the bottom of the bed is a female! She is about 5’7” tall with dark hair which reaches her waist. She is wearing a sheer black top. You can see her breasts through the material and look longingly at he large hardened nipples pushing against the fabric. You once again find your tongue licking your bottom lip. Your eyes trail to the first stranger and you see his shirt is off, but he is still wearing his slacks. The vision of these two people, whose only purpose seems to be giving you pleasure (and the pain you are beginning to enjoy) makes a small smile cross your lips.

“Shall we untie you?” says the woman. “Yes, no, I mean...well I would like to watch you though” you stutter. “Are YOU making the rules now” says the dark haired one. “No, I just would like to watch” is your answer. You are confused. Didn’t they just ask you the question? “Then...you CAN’T” the woman says and she begins to laugh. With that, your eyes are covered by the scarf again. Their refusal to listen to you upsets you and you struggle as he ties the scarf. Two sets of arms grab you. One set unties your wrists, then reties each wrist individually. You feel the scarves being tied so that your arms are spread out. When they are done, your ankles are untied and retied so that they are spread eagled. You are totally vulnerable, totally open to these two strangers and you are totally wet between the legs. Your mind is quietly saying no as your sex is loudly saying YES.

You try to move and realize that they have you in a position from which you can only make the slightest of movements. Then the hands start again. On your face, tracing your jawline, over your nose, through your hair...and pulling to make you gasp. From below...her tongue traces the soles of your feet, up your ankles and around to your inner calves...and biting the skin. The hands are moving over your neck, around to your ear lobes, to the back of your neck and then around again. Her tongue is working its way up your calves to your knees, all around the outside and inside and then to your thighs. You feel the hands move down your collarbone to your breasts and you anticipate the squeezing of your nipples...expect it...hope for it...but, they pass by and move to your navel. Your breath is coming in short gasps, your body is on fire and you want to be able to feel satisfied. But, you know that may not come for a while and this turns you on even more.

Then, again all sensations stop and you feel them rise from the bed and you hear them leave the room. You wonder what is going to happen next and the unknowing is both scary and stimulating. You hear their voices in the next room. Occasionally you hear laughter and the sound of crystal touching.

Your body’s fire has not subsided. Just the opposite. These interruptions, you realize, are part of the game...part of the anticipation that is the erotic stimulus behind his plan. His plan to drive you completely crazy, you decide. This is what he is doing. Making you feverous with sex and then leaving you to desire more. Bringing in a stranger (wait...they are BOTH strangers) to touch you and use you. This man...who is he?...what does he want from you?...why you?

All of these questions are running through your mind and as they do, your resolve to see this through to the end is lost. You want out. What made you come to this house with this man, and allow him to make you his plaything. Sure, this is the type of dreams you have been having, but never had you planned to bring it to reality.

As you decide to get out of this house and away from these people forever, you hear someone return to the room. You can not tell if one or both have returned. Then you feel a body sit on the bed next to you and a gentle hand starts to wipe your stomach with a towel to dry off the remaining wine. “Please, I think I’ve had enough,” you say. Then his voice...so soft and caring, so exotic and sensual “You want more. That’s why you willed me to bring you here. It’s what you’ve wanted for so long.” “How could you know?” you ask. “It’s in your eyes, in your body language. And if you allow me I will bring you to places you could not even dream about.” How can you not trust this man? He knows your inner soul. How can he know your inner soul?
Then the scarf comes off your eyes and he is sitting there. It takes a moment for you to focus again and you realize he has removed all of his clothes and the two of you are all alone. You can only see his chest, as it is difficult to turn your head . “Where is she?” you ask. “She is in the hot tub, and will not join us again, unless you ask” he replies. Then ever so gently his lips touch yours and you move your lips to join his. You begin a longing kiss when all of a sudden he bites down hard enough for you to taste blood from your lip. “It is still MY game” he says with a laugh.

That is when he lifts his hand and you notice the riding crop. The short black leather handle is sitting directly in one of the pinspots (“how can he plan these things so perfectly “ you think to yourself.) and the long strap is lying on the bed next to you. You look up into his eyes and they are sparkling with delight. He stands up and for the first time you get a look at his entire body. His legs are incredibly muscular and his cock is large and swollen with desire. He puts the riding crop down and leans over the bed. As he does his cock is so close you could grab it with your mouth if you wanted, and you do. He knows this also and makes sure it is close enough for you not to get it. Then his hands are on you and he unties one wrist and one ankle. Quickly, you are flipped onto your chest and your free hand and ankle are retied. The other wrist and ankle are untied and retied to the opposite corners, so that you are once again spread eagled on the bed, only this time you are on your stomach. If ever you needed to trust this man it is now...
Slowly he begins to rub the riding crop across your butt. The coolness of the leather feels wonderful against your skin. The crop circles the outside of each cheek and then moves down between them. The touch is so light you must concentrate just to feel it. Then without notice a sharp snap fills the air and an incredible stinging sensation covers your right cheek. You can feel a tear form in your eyes, and a new wetness fills your crotch. Then the crop begins its journey again. Down your right cheek, along your outer thigh, past your knee and down to the sole of your right foot. The lightness of the touch makes you laugh as your foot is being tickled. “So, you are ticklish?” He says. “It feels nice,” you respond. “Let’s see where else I can tickle you then” is his reply. With that the crop comes down onto the sole of your right foot. He did not swing hard, just hard enough to cause a light stinging sensation.

The voyage of the crop continues as he rubs your left foot, over your left ankle, up the outside of your left leg to your left butt cheek. When it arrives a new stinging feeling reminds you that where there is pleasure with this man there will be pain. The pain is delicious and you want more. Should you tell him, or should you just be quiet and let him run this game. You want to be in charge right now, though you also enjoy the role of slave. He must have picked up on your wandering mind, because all of a sudden the riding crop comes down twice in succession. Your butt must be flaming red and the welts caused by the crop must be forming. These items flit through your mind, but the thought that keeps coming back is how you want more and how you would like the woman to come back and administer the punishment. “I WANT HER!” you speak loudly and clearly. More clearly then you have since you met this man, you realize. Your forcefulness must have surprised him, because all movement stops. “Then you shall have her” he whispers in your ear, and he is gone.

While you wait for her return, you begin to fantasize about the things you would like to do for her as well as the things you want her to do for you. Before you know it, they are back in the room. They untie you and turn you over. When they do, you see her standing at the foot of the bed and she is naked. Her body is still wet from the hot tub and as your eyes track down it, you see that she has almost completely shaved her pubic hair. This excites you. She must have noticed because she smiles and lifts one foot onto the bed. Her right hand moves down over her breasts (with a slight pause to squeeze them both to erection) down her stomach and between he legs. She moves slightly so that you can see her fingers spread her lips and start to stroke her clit. The dampness down there is not from the hot tub, but from the desire she has brought to the bedroom. Your own desire is rising again as you dream of putting your lips around her erect mound. Then he walks over and stands behind her. His hands start to slowly massage her breast, his fingers squeezing her nipples. Her head falls backwards so that she can lick his chin and neck. Then his hand makes its way down between her legs and together they massage her clit. His fingers make their way inside her and the sight of his fingers masturbating her makes you even hotter. Slowly her hand moves behind her and they both turn so that they are sideways to you. You watch in delight as she bends forward and takes his cock in her hand. She moves in closer and slides it inside her. They begin to slowly move back and forth, his cock moving in and out of her.

“Please, I want to join,” your voice is harsh and it makes you realize how hot and excited you are.

With a pair of smiles, they move apart. His cock is dripping with her wetness. She moves onto the bed and slides her body between your legs. Her hands slide up the inside of your legs starting at the ankles and make their way to the wetness at the top. You shudder, as finally your pussy has been touched. You have been here at least three hours and this is the first time you have felt flesh there. IT IS INCREDIBLE! Her head moves down and you feel her hot breath on you. From behind her you see him, once again, enter her.

The forcefulness of his cock slamming into her pussy must have been more than she had expected, because she throws back her head and gasps loudly. You feel like you’re going to explode. Your pussy is throbbing, on fire, screaming to be touched. You move your hand down between your legs, but she slaps it away. You continue to watch as he fucks her from behind. You can hear the wet sound her cunt makes every time he pushes in. “Please”, you beg. “Please...”

He smiles, and moves away from her. Sitting down in a chair not far from the foot of the bed, his eyes never leaving yours, he orders you to face the headboard and get on all fours. You immediately do as he says. There is no more room for doubt or hesitation. You want to get fucked.