6. Yara
Yara
I glanced at the bathroom door, not entirely sure that it was sound proof before poking my husband in the chest. "Casey, what the hell is going on?"
"Patience, my love." Casey wore that confident, almost smug smile he had when he knew a secret that I didn't.
"You bring the three of us to this romantic little cabin—" I gestured around, taking in the cozy bed and the inviting hot springs—"and expect me not to ask questions?"
"Trust me," Casey said, his voice low and commanding, a hint of that smug confidence still lingering in his tone. It was our cue, the one that signaled he wanted to take control.
My breath hitched, the familiar rush of arousal washing over me as I thought about the last time I'd used those words. I could picture Casey writhing beneath me, completely at my mercy as I fucked him with the toy I'd made him.
He stepped closer, his hand gently gripping my chin, tilting my head up, so I had no choice but to look into his intense blue eyes.
"I had so much fun when you took control and used your toys on me." He reached out, his thumb brushing against my lower lip. "And now it's my turn to be the master, don't you think?"
"But with Kai?"
"I have a plan, not to worry." He hauled me close, kissing his way up my throat. "And if he's not into it, it's fine. I got him a room."
My shoulders sagged with relief. "I should have known you would have planned for a place for him to sleep."
He laughed softly, his hands trailing down my back, skimming over my ass. "But wouldn't it be so much more fun if he spends the night in our bed?"
"He won't want that. He's gay. And if you hadn't noticed, I'm a woman."
"Mmm. A woman with some fantasies about watching her husband play with another man?"
"Shut up. I did not tell you that," I hissed, my body heating as I wondered if that was truly his plan.
He smirked. "Doesn't mean it's not true. Now what do you say? Trust me? Let me give you your fantasy and more. You're such a good little slut when you can let go."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, my body responding instantly. I couldn't fight my growing arousal, even if I wanted to. The idea of being his pet for this trip, his fucktoy slut who would do anything for dick, made my core clench with anticipation.
"You're going to be my good girl, Yara," he continued, his voice like velvet. "You'll be my obedient little fucktoy. You will do anything I ask."
A soft moan escaped my lips, my knees threatening to buckle as the weight of his words settled over me. His words may have sounded harsh to a stranger, but all they did was make me melt. My husband knew exactly how to hit my kinks. "Yes, sir."
"I know how much you crave cock, how much you need to be fucked. My dirty words turn you into a needy slut. Don't they, babygirl?" He grinned wickedly. "I bet you're getting wet already, just thinking about it."
My breath grew hot and rapid as I pressed my body close to Casey's, enjoying the way his muscles felt hard and unyielding against my curves.
"Casey." My lips brushing against his ear. "I… Just... be nice to Kai, okay? He seems freaked out."
Casey's hand slid down to grip my waist, tugging me even closer. "I promise," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers racing down my spine. "I'll take care of you, and I'll make sure he's okay with everything I plan to do."
He reached into his pocket and took out a small package, holding it up between us. My eyes widened as I looked at the contents—tiny pieces of fabric that could hardly be called a swimsuit. My mouth went dry, and I whimpered softly, imagining myself walking around the property, barely covered.
"When Kai comes out, I'd like you to go into the bathroom and try this on," Casey instructed, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. "I'll explain everything to him. No touching your pussy, no matter horny you get."
I nodded, swallowing hard, my mind spinning with thoughts of what was about to happen.
"By the end of the evening—" He moved in close, his breath hot against my ear. "You'll be a mess of cum, and I will take care of every single one of your needs."
A shiver raced down my spine at his words, pooling heat low in my belly. I squeezed my thighs together, trying to contain the growing arousal that threatened to overtake me. "Yes, sir," I breathed.
Casey's grip tightened on my waist, and he moved back just enough to gaze into my eyes. "Remember your safewords?" His tone was soft but commanding, a gentle reminder of our boundaries.
"Like a stoplight. Red for stop, yellow for slow down and check in." I nodded fervently. My heart pounded against my ribcage, a complex mix of anticipation and trust washing over me.
"And right now, where are you?"
"Green," I blushed as I admitted how much I was into his dirty talk.
"Good girl. Now into the bathroom and wait for my signal," he said before pressing a lingering kiss to my forehead. The tenderness in his touch contrasted sharply with the dominance in his words, making the moment even more electrifying. "Pretend it takes a long time, while I talk through the basics with him; consent, birth control, and STI tests. Oh, and how much you like cum inside you."
The bathroom door creaked open, and Kai stepped out, looking visibly anxious. I flushed, hoping he hadn't heard that last bit. His dark eyes darted between Casey and me, concern etched across his features. I clutched the bathing suit to my chest and rushed past Kai, my shoulder brushing against his arm.
Once inside the bathroom, I slid the big barn door closed and leaned against the counter, taking a deep breath to steady myself. My fingers trembled slightly as I tore open the package, revealing the scandalously small pieces of fabric. For a moment, I fought against the wave of arousal that crashed over me, questioning if I could really go through with this.
But then I thought about Casey's words, the promises he'd made, and a wicked thrill shot through me. I quickly stripped out of my clothes and slipped on the bathing suit. The fabric clung to my curves, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. My nipples strained against the thin material, and my pussy got hot and wet.
I cursed to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror. The suit, or what little there was of it, made me feel sexy as hell. I ran my hands over my body, enjoying the delicious contrast of bare skin and fabric, reveling in the role Casey had given me.
I tiptoed closer to the bathroom door, straining to make out the low murmur of voices outside. Their conversation was muffled, but I caught snippets of Casey's soothing tone and Kai's responses. The anticipation built within me like a coiled spring, my skin tingling in eager excitement.
"How did you know?" I heard Kai asking, and I could easily imagine that look Casey got on when he had everything figured out before the rest of us.
"I want to make one of her fantasies come true." Casey's voice lowered after that, and the tone of their conversation changed.
Kai's response was too quiet to make out. I needed to get out of the bathroom and see what was going on, but I was waiting for instructions from Casey. I reached for a hair tie and quickly started braiding my hair, the tiny bathing suit doing nothing to quell the heat pooling between my thighs.
My breath caught in my throat. What fantasy? My mind raced through the possibilities, each more tantalizing than the last. The idea of Casey orchestrating something so intimate with Kai sent a fresh wave of arousal crashing over me. I couldn't hear what Casey was saying, but his voice was soft and kind.
A thrill shot through me. I pressed my thighs together, trying to temper the ache growing within me, and adjusted the swimsuit. Not that the thin fabric of the thong would hide much. Fuck, I hoped it wouldn't upset Kai to see me dressed like this.
But I trusted Casey. Didn't I?