11 Kimber
Shock hits me when Rich pulls us beneath the water, and suddenly I'm afraid I didn't take a big enough breath.
But the feel of him pounding me into the sides of the spring makes my body coil tight, and my legs wrap around him to drag him closer instead of pushing him away. His grip on my neck is firm as we move, and the spring is small enough I can still keep one hand pressed to one side.
He flexes his hand on my neck, testing me, and I have to bite back a moan. There's nothing I can do but take him right now, and even with the sunlight above it's hard to see much down here.
His free hand massages my clit, and it sends me over the edge. I buck against his hips as his thrusts send us into the side of the spring, and my lungs scream for air as he fucks me.
I don't want it to end. The high from the lack of oxygen is better than the way I feel when I drink, and it's addictive while Rich is inside me.
When I cum, I throw my head back into the wall. There's nowhere to go, and he's pounding into me so hard I'm sure there will be marks come morning. I squeeze his throat as I come undone, the burn in my lungs too great as I fight the urge to open my mouth and cry out.
He must be able to touch the bottom of the spring or something, because we're pushed upward in a matter of seconds and the warm water slips away as I gasp for breath, his hand loosening on my neck.
My back hits the side again and I whimper, wrapping my arms around his neck to hold on as he keeps going. I'm still trying to catch my breath, but right now it's not happening with the way he makes my pussy cry for more.
"Good girl," he praises, continuing to fuck into me. "You gave me your breath, and I'll give it back."
He slaps my clit beneath the water, making me scream, and he grits his teeth and keeps going, his words impossible to fully interpret as my mind unravels.
"Such a pretty mess. Keep letting me fuck this pussy Kim and I'll give you the best high you'll ever get."
My eyes roll, and it's too much. The way he hits the perfect spot inside me, the warm water, the hypersensitivity, and the oxygen still trying to restart my brain. My pussy clenches around him as I cum again, and I bury my head into his shoulder with a cry.
Rich curses, and a moment later as I'm still twitching on him I feel us moving. He partway lifts me out of the water, setting my butt on the edge of the spring. His cock slides free, and I immediately miss it.
"Lie back," he growls.
I all but fall on my back, cushioning my head with my arm, and my fingers find my pussy. I'm not at all ashamed to play with myself while he's still between my thighs, and I close my eyes as I whimper.
I'll give him one more even if he doesn't demand it.
Rich moans, and something hits my upper thighs. I know he's finishing on me, and it makes me slide my fingers deeper inside myself. All I want is him inside me again.
A moment later I feel his finger pressing to my pussy too, and then he's fingering me in time with my hand. My back arches off the ground at the feel of us together, and he pinches my clit.
"Break for me, Dreamer."
I scream, my fingers quickening inside me as I come apart. Rich doesn't match my pace, torturing me, and I ride it out until I'm a whimpering mess. I don't know if I want to force myself to have another one with how sensitive I am or if I should ask Rich to carry me to bed.
He saves me the effort, hopping out of the spring. My eyes fall closed as I try and even out my breaths, my head fuzzy but for a whole new reason now. Those orgasms were a godsend, and the rush of being fucked awake and then forced underwater sure helped.
Rich bends down, and I feel him sliding his hands beneath me to lift me up. "Such a good girl, Kimber. Now you're going to let me worship this body in the shower too."
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Rich gets me to cum one final time with his mouth while we’re in the shower before he helps me wash up. I'm too content and dazed to really care if I'm leaning on him too much, but he doesn't complain. For this weekend I'll let him care for me however he wants.
When we go back home I'll put up the walls again. It's safer that way.
"Jude is chill," Rich explains, driving us to some storage looking area on the property. "This should be quick. We can order room service after if you want. The restaurant has some fantastic food."
I just nod along, happy to do whatever. Rich checked on me a few times that the water play didn't bother me, and it really didn't. He let me take a breath before he plunged us under, so really, what's the harm?
"Sure," I say, aware that my response is delayed. "That sounds good."
The euphoric feeling of breathing after being denied stays with me. Is it unhealthy? I think so, but it's addictive too. I haven't really concerned myself with how much Rich has or hasn't caught on about my drinking issues, but if all I need is a little erotic drowning, maybe that's the cure.
It's dangerous... the rational side of my head knows he dragged us underwater for a heightened experience. It's common knowledge that depriving one sense heightens the others. Its an extreme form of breath play. That's all.
But Rich doesn't say anything else, even though he keeps shooting glances my way. I get the feeling he knows I liked it, maybe too much.
I'm only half paying attention when we get out, Rich approaching another man who grins at us. My eyes go to the eyesore of a storage unit, breaking up the otherwise gorgeous tranquility of the hot springs.
Turning, I stare out in the other direction. I know Rich is probably going to want to talk about earlier; he's that kind of person. He wants confirmation that I truly liked what we did and that I'm not just saying so.
Rich makes me feel alive even when we're tempting death, and that's never happened to me before.
My phone goes off as the two of them greet each other, and I see the Unknown Caller pop up and immediately press mute.
Not right now. I'm supposed to be having a good time not thinking about that.
"Kim," Rich says, and I glance up. The two of them are watching me, their smiles warm. "This is the owner, Jude."
I stare at him because good god, the family genes gave both of these siblings the kind of looks people would kill for.
Jude is a heartthrob, I notice it in the way he flashes a bright smile, white teeth showing as he extends his hand.
His forearms are strong, veins visible beneath tanned skin marked with a few scattered tattoos, a dark tan earned from long days working at the hot springs.
Looking back up, I meet his gaze. His eyes are bluer than mine, and when he chuckles he drags his tongue over his teeth.
He has a tongue piercing. And great muscles. Yeah, I’ll bet Jude and Georgie have no issues hooking up, especially in such an exotic place like this.
"Nice to meet you Kim," he says, but there's a knowing tone to his voice. I narrow my eyes but he moves on before I can question if Rich maybe said something about me. "Enjoy the cabin so far?"
I think about the hot spring and waking up with Rich fucking me. "It's spectacular."
"Good. If you need anything, phone Georgie at the front desk. I told her to be nice to Rich so he keeps bringing us the good shit."
"I always bring my top sellers to Euphoria," Rich says with a grin. "Maybe next time Kimber will help me with some designs."
That gets me out of my daydreaming headspace, and I do a double take as Rich winks at me.
At S&S, one of the main things known about the shop owner is that he doesn't like assistance.
He does all his work himself, sketching and toy design included.
It's a skill, and he doesn't share his workspace.
Tyson told me about a few times he interrupted Rich when he was working on things at his house.
My chest tightens at the possibility, the joy over being invited into his world overshadowed by worry. I'm not much of a creative person, I never have been, so I'm not exactly sure how I'd help.
Jude is still assessing me, and I try not to meet his dazzling gaze. Those eyes look a little too closely at me, and I keep my secrets close for a reason.
Then the owner clicks his tongue and turns away. "Morgan! Get up here and help Rich unload."
A guy appears, dressed like he might go swimming any minute, and he's not wearing a shirt. That distracts me enough to forget to acknowledge what he actually looks like.
Jude comes to stand beside me as the two start moving stuff, and my shoulders rise protectively. What is this guy's deal?
"Kimber," he says, and I glance his way. "Kimber... why does that sound familiar?"
Is he fucking with me? I cross my arms and pivot to look at him, offering a fake smile. Maybe those devilish good looks hide something darker. "It's kind of a common name, Jude."
He gives me a smile, but there's sharpness to the grin that makes it a little less friendly. "Is it Kimber... or Brynne?"
I blanch, taking a step back. Unless Rich told him my name we never said it as far as I know.
Clenching my teeth, I keep that fake smile in place. "You're mistaken. It's Kimber."
"Hmm." He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone, and taps on it for a few seconds before turning it to me. "Are you sure? Because this girl is Brynne."
He turns the phone towards me and I feel my stomach drop. It's a picture of me, and the face from my nightmares.
"Jonah died recently, didn't he?" Jude goes on, keeping his tone conversational.
I can't tell what he's trying to do. "One of my friends in the lifestyle sent me that.
You two look close, but you were absent from the funeral.
Someone said he was killed during a DV altercation.
The victim shot him twice in the stomach. Fatally, as it turns out."
I glare at him, keeping my voice level despite the way tension rolls through me. "Is that so?"
"Kimber," he says, that knowing tone returning to his voice again. "I got that text three days before he died. Jonah applied to come here with a longtime member. We denied him due to a prior, recent DV issue."
"So privacy isn't important to you, I see," I growl.
"The safety of my friends is important though," Jude says, looking away from me.
We've kept our voices low, and Rich and Morgan are none the wiser as they take the last few things out of the car.
"Jonah wasn’t a close friend, but we knew some of the same people.
They learned your name is Brynne, so I wonder why he calls you Kimber.
I would hope if Brynne had to kill someone like Jonah, it was because she chose to not let him hurt her.
That the DV case is justified for self preservation and not because Brynne has a bloody side. "
His words hang in the air, and I can almost hear the unspoken question there. Am I dangerous for Rich, or was it a one time instance?
I swallow, refusing to look at him when I respond. "Brynne did what she had to protect herself."
"I see." Jude doesn't say anything else, clapping his hands together when the two of them head back towards us empty handed. He says something to them as he walks off, but I'm not listening to that.
What kind of connections does Jude have?
He knows too much without knowing me at all. Watching the three of them, unease creeps up my neck. If he told Rich out of a misguided sense of loyalty, would I forever be the bad guy? Would Rich no longer trust me because I took someone's life before he had the chance to take mine?
Jonah was huge. Over six feet, he went to the gym, had an inflated ego, and he was heavy handed. I met him by chance at another club in Denver, and later learned he was briefly involved with Emilio's partner Laci.
I brought him to Sins once. One time. I don't think Emilio ever forgave me for that mistake. I found out all by myself that he had a real reason to detest Jonah.
"Kim?"
Turning, I find Rich watching me with careful eyes, spinning the key ring on his finger. I clear my throat before he can ask what's up. "I'm good. Just tired from earlier."
He grins, oblivious to the turmoil in my head. As we head back to the car I try to see if Jude is watching us.
He's talking to the employee Morgan, their backs to us.
Even as we get back into the car and head for our cabin, he doesn't turn to look at us.
I don't know what Jude expects to happen now that he's all but guessed my secret. I grip Rich's hand as we drive. It’s easy to forget how quickly the narrative of my story can change, and all it takes is someone sharing details before I muster up the courage to tell Rich. If I’m not careful, he might learn the truth: in this story, I’m the villain.