Chapter 8 #4
Since I couldn’t put my cock inside her right now, I worked my fingers inside her loose bathing suit shorts and bikini bottoms. My fingers parted her folds, dipping lower until I found her entrance.
Lu lifted her arms back around my neck, holding me to her as I slid two fingers into her wet cunt.
She was only wearing a string bikini over her tits, which meant very easy access for my other hand to work its way inside to cup her breast.
“I love you,” I said into her ear, making sure the wind did not take my words.
I’d been doing better at saying the words out loud, to make more of an effort than to just show my love for her.
“This is who I am, Lu. The side of me you never saw because I didn’t let you.
I won’t lose you again, for any reason. Others will not be able to tell their ladies certain things, have to keep secrets to protect the club.
But not you and me. I am building this club to protect you, but you are still my priority. I will never place the club above you.
“But I need you to see this, Lu. See me. All of me. I swore to you that this time around would be different, and this is how. No secrets, no hidden missions, no broken vows.
“I’m not a forgiving man. I never have been. And I protect what is mine with every fiber of my being. I’ve killed men for polluting my island, cooked a man alive for molesting a child, and chopped men up for crossing onto our sacred grounds. Why would I do no less for the woman I love?”
The entire time I spoke, I worked my fingers in and out of her hot, wet core. I rubbed my thumb against her clit while squeezing her tit with my other hand.
“Aloiki…” she moaned.
“That’s it, baby,” I urged. “I’m going to make you come, right here, right now, before I kill the man who dared to lay his hand on what is mine.
” I ducked my head down and nipped at her ear lobe.
She gasped. “Do you want him to see?” I asked her, a rumble in my voice.
“Do you want Kanoa to bring him up here to watch you come before he dies?”
Her hips undulated under my touch, her breaths turning into pants. Lu shook her head, but instinct told me it wasn’t in answer to my question.
“Yes or no, Lu,” I told her, not relenting as I brought her closer to orgasm.
She whimpered, but managed to strangle out a gasping, “Yes.”
I chuckled low in her ear. “That’s my girl.”
I looked over my shoulder to see Tangaloa standing not too far away from us.
He was leaning back against the center console.
The Island Lady was twenty-two feet long with a raised helm and Captain’s chair.
But my favorite feature was the large, mounted gaff that could swing either to the port or the starboard side.
“String him up,” I ordered my ex-brother-in-law.
Tangaloa nodded once before letting out a loud whistle to get Virgil’s attention. The boat started to slow.
Facing forward again, I licked up the column of Lu’s throat before I latched my teeth onto the bow at the base of her neck that held up her bikini top. A quick pull and the small pieces of fabric fell forward, exposing her breasts to the night ocean.
Lu’s grip on me flexed. My girl loved being seen, loved being admired and watched. I kept up my attentions, but pulled back when I felt her start to come. Based on the noises behind me, they weren’t ready for her to come yet.
We weren’t anchored. Virgil was keeping us going at a slower, steadier pace, but not so fast that Kanoa and Tangaloa couldn’t work the rigging.
When I heard the telltale sounds of the pulleys, I turned us.
Hanging off the large gaff over the open sea like a displayed catch was a man about my height and weight.
Nude as he was, it was obvious Calvin Preacher took care of himself.
His wrists were bound above his head and his ankles were tied together.
While he had a number of bruises on his body, he wasn’t otherwise injured.
Knowing Kanoa, he’d used a tranquilizer of some sort to silently subdue him.
When his eyes saw Lu, they widened so much I thought they were going to fall out of his skull.
The cloth gag in his mouth prevented him from screaming.
If he was making noise, we couldn’t hear him over the crashing waves or the motor.
Which was good, because I didn’t want Lu to hear him—just see him watching her.
See my hand inside her shorts, my hand squeezing her breast, my tongue on her throat, my teeth on her ear…
“Look at him,” I ordered. I slipped a third finger inside her pussy.
She was still stretched from me fucking her just before we left the house to meet Virgil and Kanoa at the docks.
While there might be a part of me that was making up for lost time, that was not my overall mindset.
It was simply that I could not get enough of this woman.
Her nails scraped the back of my neck as she clung to me.
I still had a bandage on my back where my new tattoo permanently etched her claw marks into my skin.
It would be coming off tomorrow afternoon.
I’d also had Lu bite around my left nipple as hard as she could so that I could have the imprint of her teeth inked into me too.
Next, I planned on getting the indent of her nails on my ass.
“He’s watching me finger you,” I chuckled into her ear.
My cock was so fucking hard. I started to rub myself against her ass, feeling the mesh texture of my swim trunks against my sensitive skin.
“He knows he’s not walking away from this, but he’s still watching you.
He touched where I’m touching now, Lu. He’s been inside you.
Never again.” My voice dipped low into nearly a snarl.
“No man will ever touch you again without my permission. No man will fuck you without my say so. You are mine, to lick,” I ran my tongue up her throat, “to bite,” I clamped my teeth onto her shoulder muscle, “to fuck,” I thrust my fingers into her harshly. “Mine.”
Moving my hand off her breast, I dropped it down to her loose shorts. I had to alternate pushing at the material at her hips until I revealed my hand between her thighs.
“Are you going to come, Lu?” My question was entirely rhetorical. She was nearly there. I brought my hand back up to her chest, pinching her other nipple this time. “Let him see you come on my hand. Let him die knowing that he may have touched what is mine, but you were never his. Come, Lu!”
She shattered, the night air taking her screams of pleasure.
Her inner walls pulsed around my fingers and I moved my free hand around her waist to hold her upright as her knees buckled.
I did not stop. I kept fucking her with my fingers, keeping pressure on her clit with my palm, as she soaked my hand with her juices.
I’d made her ejaculate twice in our time together.
While this wasn’t one of them, she’d secreted enough fluid to make me wonder for a moment if she had.
Gently, I slowed my pace. Lu sagged back against me, limp. Removing my hand from her cunt, I brought my pruney fingers up to my mouth. I stared Preacher directly in the eyes as I licked my fingers and palm clean of Lu’s juices.
He jerked as if he was trying to break himself free. Fucking moron. Even if he did, where exactly was he planning on going?
Once I was satisfied I’d gotten all of Lu off my hand, I pulled her shorts back up.
Her bikini bottoms were too loose and I ended up just pulling them off.
Assuming she wanted to keep the suit, I put the scant piece of fabric into the pocket of my trunks.
I was still hard, but I planned on fucking Lu as soon as we got back to land.
Possibly before that. It depended on how bloody I got and if I needed a swim before touching her.
Her bikini top was just a quick re-knotting at the back of her neck.
I made a hand signal to Virgil. He nodded once and decelerated. We idled for a moment before he cut the engine. He didn’t drop his anchor. There wasn’t a reason to, and it would only slow us down if we had to make a quick escape. We also didn’t turn any more lights on than we needed to.
Tangaloa shifted the arm of the gaff to bring Preacher back over the boat and then lowered him down. I shifted Lu back so she was behind me. He was tied up and couldn’t harm her, but I still didn’t like him this close without me as a physical barrier between them.
I turned my back to him for a moment to check on her. Her pupils were massive, and she looked a little blissed out, but otherwise was fine.
“He struck you with his right hand?” I asked her.
Lu’s hand went to her left cheek, like she was remembering. She nodded slowly.
Kanoa and Virgil started to toss buckets of fish guts, blood, and bones overboard.
It was a myth that sharks could smell blood from miles away.
These parts were already shark territory.
While Hawai‘i waters were home to several dozen shark species, the most predatory were tigers, makos, and hammerheads.
Out this far, though, there was a good chance of attracting some great whites too.
I grabbed one of the now-empty, bloody metal buckets. Tangaloa lowered the rigging even more so Preacher was now down on his knees before me.
Without saying a word to the man, I took the pruning shears Kanoa had left on the lip of the raised helm for me and cut off the index finger of his right hand.
Preacher screamed into his gag, his body thrashing, but I did not stop until all five digits were in the bucket.
Blood drained down from his fingerless hand to his arm and shoulder.
I showed Preacher his own fingers in the bloody bucket before chucking them into the water with the rest of the chum.
“Lu says you hit her,” I told the whimpering man.
“That alone would give you a death sentence, but then I learned that you also stalked her for weeks before she left the Mainland. You broke into her apartment, you pissed on her doormat, you ejaculated in her bed.” His eyes widened, and I saw the question in them as I heard Lu’s gasp from behind me.
“Lu has someone who cares a great deal about her who is very good with computers. They were able to find the footage from her apartment security system even after she stopped paying for the service. Imagine my surprise when I saw you standing over her bedspread, jerking off. How your cum landed on her pillow.” I tapped the point of my shears against his chest. “The only reason I’m not taking your dick from you right now is because it would be too quick of a death. ”
I handed Tangaloa the shears and grabbed out my blade.
It was strapped to my back with a band around my waist over my swim trunks.
Avoiding his arteries, I made dozens of cuts along his abdomen and back.
Then I cut the tendons at his elbows and wrists before Tangaloa lifted him up again so I could cut the tendons at his knees and ankles.
The cuts, while shallow, made his limbs essentially useless.
When I cut the ropes at his wrists, he dropped like a wet blanket to the boat floor.
It was a good thing boats were easily washable.
We would do a quick wash before heading back to land to get rid of any immediate evidence, and then a more thorough wash tomorrow.
The thrashing in the water was telling as we dragged Preacher over to the side of the boat.
Just before tossing him overboard, we removed the ropes at his ankles and the gag from his mouth.
We didn’t want to pollute our waters or to harm the sharks after all.
I didn’t watch. I didn’t need to. It was as good as done. With so much blood on me, I couldn’t take Lu into my arms as I wanted to. Instead, I used a bucket of fresh water off to the side to help scrub most of it away before I took Lu’s face between my hands and kissed her.
“Who do you belong to?” I asked her.
She stared up at me with those large, dark eyes I adored so much. “You, Aloiki. I belong to you.”