Chapter TWENTY-THREE
(Charlotte)
I woke in Matt’s huge bed without much memory of anything past the episode of Naked and Afraid XL that I’d dozed off during. Sunlight trickled through the closed plantation shutters, and I leaned up on one elbow, squinting around the room. Still half asleep, I stumbled to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and did a quick sniff test to make sure I was presentable.
I smelled like...whatever made Matt smell so damn good all the time. Cologne? Deodorant? I resisted the urge to test all his toiletries, pulled on my robe, and shuffled out into the rest of the house. The big doors in the living room were open to the balcony, where what could only be described as a breakfast buffet crowded a big glass table. Matthew sat at one end, gloriously naked and smoking the fattest joint I’d ever seen.
He leaned back and gestured to the table and the only other available chair, across the corner from him.
“Good morning.” He exhaled a blue cloud.
I noticed a smoke of my own beside a lighter with the rest of the table setting.
“How long have you been up?” I asked.
“Take that off. You don’t need it.”
I tugged at the neck of the robe.
“All of it.”
Since he didn’t seem to care about the two servers standing by, I didn’t either. I assumed they saw plenty of naked people—and things far freakier—on an average workday. I dropped the robe and pulled my chemise over my head, then sat down. The sun had warmed the white leather seat, and I gave a startled little jump.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked, lighting up. Eating and smoking at the same time was a major ick; eating before smoking seemed like a waste of munchies.
“You looked like you needed sleep,” he said. Then he revised his statement. “I did try to wake you up. But you made a caveman noise at me. Truly terrifying.”
“Ha ha.” I inhaled, then asked with a tight voice, “I don’t even remember getting in bed. Did you carry me?”
He picked up his cane from where it hooked over the tabletop, then put it back down. “I managed to get you conscious enough to walk under your own power. But I was worried we were going to end up sleeping on the couch.”
“We?” I teased. “You could have tucked me in and abandoned me.”
“Then I wouldn’t have had you clinging to me all night,” he said. He cast a glance at the two servers standing by. One was a tall, slender, brunette with deep bronze skin and long hair held back in a prim headband. In her uniform of a white polo and white shorts, she looked like a camp counselor. The man beside her had a gorgeous golden tan and curly blond hair. Same uniform, but it gave him more of a snotty country-club tennis player vibe.
“You two are way overdressed for this breakfast,” Matt told them. Without hesitation, the two quickly disrobed while I watched, jaw dropped.
“That’s not incense, you know,” Matt said, nodding toward my burning joint.
“Isn’t that like…sexual harassment?” I asked under my breath, as if the two staff members couldn’t hear me. I tried not to look directly at them, out of politeness as well as utter shock at how good they looked.
Wimbledon there was hauling some heavy equipment, and Summer Camp’s breasts had symmetry and volume rarely seen in the wild.
“Do you feel harassed, Nate?” Matt asked, tilting his head.
“No, sir.” The blond had an Australian accent. Holy mother of…
“And you, Natalie?” Matt checked with the woman.
“It’s our job to please you.” She smiled, wide and devilish. “It’s what you hired us for.”
It was starting to come together in my mind. “So, wait, the people who work at the resort…”
“Are sex workers, yes.” Matt pushed back from the table a little and pointed to the floor in front of him. “I thought you read the handbook. Nate, if you would be so kind?”
“Always.” The man moved to kneel between Matt’s legs and, before my disbelieving eyes, grasped Matt’s cock and ran his tongue around the head.
I had read the handbook. More than once. “I don’t remember anything about hired—”
“Natalie?” Matt said and motioned her toward me.
“I—”
“You know what?” Matt said, holding up a hand. “I think Charlotte came to class unprepared. She needs to be punished.”
I squeezed my thighs together, hoping that my punishment wasn’t that Natalie wouldn’t go down on me. My mouth went dry as I watched Matt’s cock grow quickly erect in Nate’s helping fist.
Natalie went inside and returned with two sets of heavy-duty leather cuffs. “Will these do, sir?”
He nodded and slid down a little in his chair. “Arms and legs, good and tight. I don’t want her to be able to move.”
I swallowed hard. This was how we were starting the morning? I hadn’t even had coffee yet.
Natalie secured one cuff around my wrist, then brought the long chain around the back of the chair. Once my other wrist was secure, there was nowhere to go. I could barely reach the ends of the chair’s arms. She used a similar trick to bind my ankles, open wide and pulled back so that the tops of my bare feet touched the stone, and my heels pressed into the back legs of the chair. If I didn’t want to topple over, I had to arch my back and perch my ass on the edge of my seat.
“There. Not the most comfortable position, but that’s why it’s a punishment,” Matt said, still calmly puffing away while Nate sucked and slurped along the underside of Matt’s dick.
Natalie took something from the table, then stepped between my legs. “You have a great body,” she said, and lifted a honey bear bottle, drizzling a line of sticky gold across the tops of her breasts and over her nipples. She leaned down, bringing those incredible tits tantalizingly close to my face.
“Lick it off,” she invited me. “Go on.”
I tried to crane my neck forward to reach her, but I couldn’t.
“Oh no.” She pretended to be surprised. “That’s not going to work, is it? And now I’m all sticky.”
“I can help you,” Matt suggested.
With a little smirk, she walked to stand beside him and leaned over him. I made an outraged gasp as he locked eyes with me and took her nipple into his mouth, tugging it with his teeth. He swiped his tongue over her glowing skin, which I knew would feel as soft as butter. And he held my gaze until every bit of the honey was cleaned from her, all while she purred and moaned at the attention.
“This is my punishment?” I asked. “Having to watch you have a threesome?”
“Having to watch and not participate,” he corrected me, laying one hand on the back of Nate’s bobbing head. “Having to watch and not touch yourself. I bet you’re throbbing right now.”
I was, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning.
When did this become a competition?
Matt nodded to Natalie, and she walked back to me, her hips swaying. Whether it was her job or not, the way she clenched her thighs with each step told me she loved the career path she was on. I wondered if she was as turned on as I was.
I got my answer when she boosted herself up on the table in front of me, her ass right on my plate. She spread her thighs, revealing a waxed bare pussy that glistened conch-shell pink.
Now, I could reach her. I leaned forward and breathed deeply, losing myself in the rainwater scent of her. To Matt, I asked, “May I, my dragon?”
He groaned in response. I took it as a yes and touched my tongue to the wet opening of Natalie’s cunt. She let out a shaky breath and I curled my tongue up, barely touching her clit before dropping again to press inside her.
If we’d been hooking up under normal, not chained up, not dripping pussy juice onto my breakfast plate circumstances, I would have wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her open while I buried my face between her folds, but the shackles impeded me. I did what I could with the movement I had, lapping at her clit while she tilted herself to give me more access. I delved my tongue under the hood and her leg jerked, scattering silverware to the ground.
Beside us, I heard Matt hiss, “Just like that,” to Nate.
Natalie slapped the tabletop and moved faster against my mouth, and I flicked my tongue rapidly, side to side, using her reactions to guide me. All the while, my own cunt clenched spasmodically, my body crying out for stimulation. There was no way to touch myself, no way to press my mound against anything to relieve the ache.
Natalie’s wetness ran down my chin, and I worked it against her, wishing my hands were free so I could pump my fingers inside her. But the extra help was apparently unneeded; her chirping yelps were adorable as she got closer and closer, her clit recoiling from my tongue for a moment, before pulsing insistently against it as she let out a loud, keening wail.
I was good at eating pussy. It wasn’t news to me. But it apparently was to Matt, because when I looked over at him, my face smeared with Natalie’s juices, I saw a man who did not know what he’d gotten himself into.
“This is punishment?” I asked, blinking innocently. “Are you sure about that?”
He gave Natalie a dark look. Wordlessly, she got down on the ground between my legs.
“This is your punishment,” he said with a smirk, as Natalie’s mouth closed over my clit.
My mind raced under an onslaught of endorphins and worry. I was a pro-am pussy eater. Natalie was a professional, world-class. My fingers clenched on the arms of the chair. She would make me come. There would be no avoiding it, even if I wanted to. But why wouldn’t I want to?
Whether or not Matt would let me, that was the real question.
“Yes,” Matt whispered through gritted teeth, his eyes closed, brows drawn together as the length of his cock disappeared down Nate’s throat. I gasped at the sight and at the saliva Nate coughed, choking, as his head raised and lowered again. Matt’s hips pumped against the chair, those whispered affirmations growing in frequency until he pushed up, groaning, one hand on the arm of the chair for leverage. Nate swallowed noisily, lifting his head to lick at the drops that had escaped his mouth and rolled down Matt’s cock.
My unconsciously halted breathing jerked back into motion and pulled my attention to the rapidly building tension in my pelvis. Natalie slid two fingers into her mouth and sucked them, then pressed them into my cunt and crooked them expertly to exert hard pressure exactly where I needed it. I cried out, and if Matt had wanted to punish me with orgasm denial, it was too late.
Natalie sucked at my clit again, swirling her tongue around as she pressed up hard on my G-spot. My legs jerked, but restrained the way I was, they had nowhere to go. I had nowhere to go, so all of that repressed motion swelled up into a shout of release that startled birds in the trees below the balcony.
And a pair of resort guests passing by, who stopped and stared up through the glass paneled railing. Matt lifted a hand to them in a wave and called out, “Good morning.”
Natalie didn’t stop. I was sitting there, my legs shackled open, a woman eating me out and fingering me, and I’d had a very loud orgasm in front of two total strangers.
The filth of it alone was enough to make my breathing speed up again, my cunt grasp at Natalie’s fingers. I closed my eyes and gave in, another climax flooding over the top of the one I’d finished.
“Hungry?” Matt asked me as Nate got to his feet.
My clit buzzed with hyper-stimulation under Natalie’s tireless mouth. If I said yes, would he stop her?
I nodded desperately, trying to focus on anything but the swirl of her tongue on me. God, she’s getting the pressure just right too. “I’m a little thirsty.”
“Nate, if you would,” Matt asked, reaching to serve himself from the buffet laid out for us.
Nate filled a glass with orange juice from a sweating pitcher and brought the glass to my mouth.
“Did you want something different?” Matt asked at my hesitation. “Coffee? Tea? I mean, I don’t want you to scald yourself—”
I drank from the cup, my eyes locked on Nate’s, hoping I could signal with my eyes when I was finished. I blinked and slightly moved my head, and he took the cup away.
“If you like pineapple, I highly recommend it,” Matt went on.
So, this was my punishment. Chained up, forced to have orgasms while on public display, all for some breakfast.
Matt was a diabolical genius.
My hands curled to tight fists as the climb began again, and I ground out, “Pineapple would be lovely. Thank you.”
Matt nodded to Nate, who took a pineapple ring and offered it to me to eat from his hand. I took a bite, not tasting it as it went down my throat. Natalie’s mouth between my legs commanded all my attention, and then some.
By the time I finished the pineapple ring, I was pounding my fists on the arms of the chair. I gasped for air as the nerves of my tired clit electrified and exploded, bursts of hot red darkness peppering the edges of my vision.
“Ah!” I shouted, and it was nothing to do with the orgasm. “Cramp! In my calf!”
I’d barely gotten the sentence out when both my feet were released; Nate and Natalie worked fast. Though, that did mean that she had to stop going down on me. I didn’t know if I was disappointed or grateful for the break.
I pushed my toes hard on the floor and waited for the pain to pass, while Matt watched me with concern.”
“You okay?” he asked after a moment, bringing my head out of the muzzy, lost-in-the-sex-of-it-all space it had occupied.
I blinked at him. “Yeah. I…” I was suddenly way more aware of my surroundings than I’d been a moment before. “Can you unlock my hands?”
Matt nodded to Nate, who quickly released me. His half-erect cock brushed my shoulder, and I gasped. The dude was a grower and a show-er.
“Is my punishment over?” I asked, reaching for the glass of water and rapidly melting ice on the table beside the ashtray. I gulped it down and waited for the answer.
Matt watched me for a long moment, and a chill skated over my skin. Maybe it was the ice water hitting my hot system. More likely, it was caused by how suddenly unfamiliar Matt seemed. How almost cold his expression was. For the briefest flash, I wondered if I should be frightened of him. But that was absurd. We were playing roles, so I let myself indulge in the delicious fear. What would he do to me? What would he make me do?
“Nate, give her the rest of her punishment,” he said finally, and a spike of dread went through me. “Rough.”
My mouth dropped open, and I turned to see Nathan retrieving a condom from his discarded shorts. He stroked himself to full hardness and rolled the latex over his huge erection.
I could always safe word and stop this, but something compelled me to let Nate grab me under my arms and lift me bodily from my seat, as if I weighed nothing. And without a word, he gripped one of my legs, hitched it around his hip, and impaled me on his enormous cock.
“What the fuck?” I shouted, trying to scramble off him, but he pulled up my other hip and tightened an arm around my back like a vise. He strode over to a nearby lounge chair, every step driving him painfully deep. I squeezed my eyes shut against the unreal sensations.
Nobody had ever been this way with me, though I’d often asked for it. Past partners had tried to be “rough” by thrusting faster or harder, maybe throwing my legs over their shoulders. None of them had given me what I’d wanted.
I’d wanted to be punished.
Nate lifted me off his dick and threw me down on the lounge, barking, “hands and knees, slut!”
I scrambled to obey, because he was already behind me, moving with unerring purpose. The last thing I wanted was for all of that iron-hard erection to find the wrong mark; it would certainly spoil the rest of my trip. But he pushed into my cunt like he’d been there a million times before, and slammed deep. He took a handful of my hair in his fist and jerked my head back.
“You like that, don’t you?” Nate growled over the screams of mingled pain and pleasure I couldn’t have silenced if I’d tried. “Answer me!”
“I fucking love it!” I shouted in response and reached beneath me to touch my tortured clit. I rubbed furiously, pushing back to meet every one of Nate’s devastating thrusts. This time, it was my own hand that forced me to come, my own deeply perverted hunger. I rasped out, “I’m coming!” as I broke, and Nate grunted over my back, his hips slamming against me one last time.
From the table, I heard Matt chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” I panted, barely able to move, even after Nate got off me.
Matt held up his watch. “It’s ten-thirty.”
I would not survive until lunch, let alone ten whole days.