Arthur & Lori's Spring Break 5 (Patreon)

Spending the afternoon by the beach had been lovely. The nudity had been different and enlightening. At first, Lori found the nudity exciting and distracting, the same as every other newcomer to the nude beach. 

Over time, the nudity became far less stimulating, even though the people on the beach were attractive. Spring break was a great opportunity for college students to cut loose, and many did. Lori and Arthur did little more than watch the frisbee games, sunbathers, and swimmers from their cabana while they slept, read, made out, and drank. Fun was fine, but relaxation was top priority.

They played frisbee with another couple at one point, but when Kevin and Grace invited Arthur and Lori back to their room, Arthur declined for them as politely as possible. They stuck to themselves after that, and Lori didn’t complain. She enjoyed her audiobook, listening to the sci-fi novel Arthur had recommended. She supposed she could watch the movie, but Arthur said the book was better. Space westerns just weren’t her thing.

They closed their cabana more often than they opened it, but grew hungry enough to realize it was time to wander into their resort for a late dinner. Arthur led her by the hand after they put their clothes on, and soon enough, they returned to their room. 

“Take your clothes off,” Arthur said. “Collar-only.” 

Lori still had her collar on, so she didn’t question him. She removed the beach cover and the bikini he’d let her wear by untying the strings that connected everything. She left it in a pile on the floor and assumed the ‘doll’ position by default. Her arms bent, feet apart, and mouth open. 

Arthur stretched his neck, then turned to see her and smiled. “Oh, are you in the mood to play Fuckdoll L-0-R-1?” Arthur asked, as if surprised. 

Lori didn’t answer, but waited for his first command. 

Arthur grinned. “Well, this sunscreen and bug spray combo is the worst. Add the sand that’s no doubt somewhere, and we should shower first. Fuckdoll, assume Girlfriend Mode.” 

Lori relaxed, smiling at Arthur as he stepped forward and hugged her. She kissed him, getting caught up in the kiss as Arthur let the passion between them grow. 

“Shower, then dinner, then fun,” Arthur said. 

Lori pouted. “Fine, but if you think we’re stepping out of that shower un-fucked, you’ve got another thing coming.” 

Arthur smacked her butt, the clap loud and ringing through the air as Lori blushed. 

“Behave,” Arthur said. “Go start the shower.” 

“Yes, Sir,” Lori said, kissing his cheek. She trotted into the bathroom, giving him something to watch as her jiggling ass disappeared through the bathroom door. The standing shower was easy enough to start, and the water heated quickly. 

Arthur followed her, naked and appreciative of her nudity under the water. She reached for him as he came close, hitting him with the spray and letting the water rinse over them. They had little sand on them, having washed their feet before entering the hotel. Still, scrubbing off the sunscreen and oils of the day left her skin feeling natural once again. 

Arthur washed her body in slow and deliberate scrubs with lathered hands that rubbed the tension out of her muscles and granted next-level relaxation. He was amazing with his hands. 

She returned the favor, but focused less on massaging Arthur’s body and more on his cock. He was probably used to the treatment, but they didn’t get the chance to shower together very often. It didn’t take her long to get him hard, and his full-length was ready for more than her hand. 

“Stand up,” Arthur said, gesturing for her to rise from her knees after lathering his legs. 

She stood, splashing Arthur with the shower spray and rinsing him. 

Arthur grabbed her hips and spun her around to face the wall. He bent her forward, with his hand between her shoulder blades, and she put her hands against the wall. 

She braced herself as she spread her legs. She knew what was coming; she’d been hoping for it, and she was ready when his cockhead teased her between her thighs. He slid in and out, using the water for lubrication, even though she didn’t need it. She’d been aroused since they got back to the room, anticipating his dominating her tonight. 

“Ready?” Arthur asked. 

“I know my safeword, Sir,” Lori said. 

“Not what I asked,” Arthur said, reaching between her legs to check for himself. The slick fingers he pulled away were answer enough. He wiped them on her butt, letting the shower water rinse them before he gave her a slight smack on the ass. Wet skin hitting wet skin stung more, but Lori loved it. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling as her hair fell forward, covering her face like a shroud. 

Arthur stepped forward, pushing into her slowly. She hated when he did this. The slow and steady push was torture, dragging out her pleasure inch by inch when he could pound her through the wall instead. Still, she didn’t protest as he filled her, pulling out and sawing in until he squashed his pelvic muscles against her ass, and her ass lost the fight. 

The almost always-present blush on her ass cheeks sizzled at the contact, flooding her mind and alleviating the thoughts running through her head. She was out of place in a hotel room this nice. The furnishings were from a designer, and she was a thrift store girlie. Was it strange that she felt weirder being doted on and pampered than she did kneeling at Arthur’s feet?

Playing these games served a purpose, though. It let her release the tension of daily college life. Lori didn’t have to control everything. She let him take the reins for hours at a time, and she could relax. Meanwhile, he preferred it for the opposite reason. They played well together. 

Lori grunted as Arthur quickened his pace. Hot water streamed over her back, running in rivulets along her legs to the tile, where it disappeared into the drain. She let the water rush over her, and the steamy droplets on her back reminded her of the time they played with hot wax. The blush of the heat seeped into her muscles, relaxing them even as she tensed her shoulder blades and core to keep herself from flying headfirst into the wall. Her tightened core and outstretched arms meant her breasts hung free, dripping with water that caressed her curves and streamed over her hard nipples.

“Fuck,” Lori said, releasing her breath and drawing in another, panting to the rhythm of Arthur’s hips. 

“This is just the appetizer,” Arthur said. “I have more planned for tonight, once the sun sets. Imagine doing this, but on the balcony, overlooking the pool party.” 

Lori groaned, knowing she’d enjoy whatever he had planned. She usually did. Once or twice when they’d tried something, she’d been the one to veto it, but it was never Arthur’s fault that she didn’t enjoy it. Her issues were her own, just as his were his, but they helped each other, and Lori couldn’t help but enjoy the mental image he’d planted. 

She pushed back against him, taking him deeper, and groaning from both her efforts and the pleasure he drove into her with every thrust. She closed her eyes, reveling in what they must look like. 

“I wish I were recording this,” Lori said, still panting. 

Arthur said nothing, but smacked her ass in dislike of her desire, or disapproval of her not being in the moment. It was tough to tell sometimes. 

He slowed, but Lori pushed back, bringing him back to speed as she quickened her pace in desperation to keep him from pulling out. 

“Fuck me, Master,” Lori said, slowing as he quickened his pace. She kept one hand against the tiled wall, and moved the other between her legs, rubbing her clit in harsh, desperate motions.

Arthur quickened, plowing into her harder as he slammed into her with everything he had. 

Lori’s world blurred, and she threw herself over the edge as she folded in half. Arthur held her by the hips and pumped himself into her so hard and fast that she had no choice but to erupt. Her body spasmed, and he gushed into her, flooding her seizing insides with heat and pushing her pleasure over the edge. 

Lori tried to scream something, but her words were unintelligible. Her foot slipped, and panic flipped through her mid-orgasm, but Arthur caught her. He scooped his arm under her breasts and held her in the air before setting her on her feet. She shook, and he slipped out of her as she turned to hug him, both for connection and for support as her legs felt weak. 

“Fuck,” Lori said, squeezing him with her arms around his middle. “Sorry for slipping.” 

“It’s okay,” Arthur said. “As soon as your hand moved off the wall, I shifted my stance to catch you in case you fell.” 

Lori smiled, her lips weak as they twitched upward. “You’re just constantly imagining ways things might go wrong the entire time?” 

“Pretty much,” Arthur said. “That’s the secret to my endurance. Your safety means more to me than getting off.” 

Lori squeezed him. “Well, I’m glad you’re always ready to catch me when I fall.” 

“Always.” Arthur kissed the top of her head. “Now, let’s finish up in here so we can eat. I’m hungry.” 

Lori chuckled; her stomach pinged her to let her know it was empty at the mention of food, and she nodded. She kissed him once more, then pulled away and pumped the shampoo into her hair. Arthur went first, washing and rinsing. He left the shower to let Lori finish. It took her longer to wash and condition her hair than it did him, for obvious reasons. She took her time, super-relaxed, and shaved while she was in there, including her pubes. 

By the time she finished enjoying her shower, Arthur had dried off and left the bathroom. She dried herself, but didn’t bother putting on a towel or a robe. If Arthur wanted her to wear clothes besides her choker, he’d give them to her. 

He’d gone into the bedroom, so she followed his example, spotting a set of black lingerie on the bed that he had laid out for her. The matching set was mesh with lace woven into it around the seams and fringes. A teddy bodysuit, which offered no support except its compression against her breasts. Its high hip lines accented her groin, and the piece provided the tiniest covering over her private parts. With it, a garter belt suspended the thigh-high stockings. A pair of high heels beside the bed made her chuckle, but she slipped them on after she rolled on the stockings. 

Then she traded her white choker for the wide, black leather bondage collar he’d left on the pillow for her. The steel O-ring in the center suggested she was in for a fun night. She buckled it, checked the fit, then locked it into place with the small padlock he’d left open on it. She bit her lip. Whatever he had planned for tonight, she was enjoying herself. The lingerie set her in the right mood, and relaxation had her ready to submit to whatever bondage he might suggest. 

She stepped out of the bedroom to find Arthur in a fluffy white robe. It was open, showing a pair of tight black boxer briefs on him. A cart in the center of the room meant dinner had arrived. She raised an eyebrow. Had he ordered for her? Well, he knew what she liked, but usually he asked her first to verify. Ordering for her without asking what she wanted was a bold new step for him. 

Arthur looked up when she entered the room, and he smiled. “You look good,” Arthur said. 

“So do you,” Lori said. “And the food smells good, Sir. What did you order for dinner?” 

“Surf and Turf,” Arthur answered. “I had them cook the steak to medium, as you prefer, and I added wine to the order, and tiramisu for dessert.” 

Damn. She should let him order without asking more often. 

“Pick a stool,” Arthur said. He gestured to the stools around the counter that acted as their table. The hotel room’s new-age design made everything multi-purpose, but she didn’t mind. She sat in the nearest chair, and Arthur set her dish before her. 

Her expectations for room service weren’t high, but she rearranged her understanding of hotel food when he lifted the cover from her dish. This was classy restaurant quality, but in her room. The only hotels she’d stayed in that offered food were those that had vending machines. This place was going to fuck with her expectations and raise her standards. She’d never be able to stay in a roadside motel again. 

Arthur set his dish across from her, then set their glasses. 

“Do you want me to do that, Master?” Lori asked. 

“No,” Arthur said. “If I did, I would have told you to do it.” 

Lori nodded, waiting for Arthur before she dug into her food. He sat across from her and rolled the robe off his shoulders. 

“So, what are you looking forward to the most this week?” Arthur asked. 

“Well, you booked something every other day, right?” Lori asked. “With relaxation days in between?” 

“Yup,” Arthur said, nodding. “Though some outings will be relaxing. We have a couple’s spa day on the schedule.”

“Do we get to fuck in the sauna?” Lori asked, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. 

Arthur chuckled. “I’m not sure that’s safe, but we can at least make out if we’re alone.”  

“I’m just happy to be together the whole week,” Lori said. “It’s nice to have our own place and not have to navigate our roommates.” She hadn’t heard from Kelly, which was kind of nice. She didn’t need Kelly’s constant mothering and check-listing on this trip. Wherever she was, Lori hoped she was relaxing or having fun. 

Arthur nodded. “Yeah, Brad needs a girlfriend so we can spend more time at my place.” 

“Kelly needs somebody,” Lori said, chuckling. “She’s always checking up on me. Sometimes I worry she’s vicariously dating you through me.” 

Arthur seemed confused by that, but he didn’t ask questions. She didn’t know if he’d appreciate how in-depth her girl-talk with other women went, but he had nothing to fear. Lori was nothing but complimentary to Arthur. It wasn’t as if she told other people about his issues. Well, she mentioned them somewhat to Kelly, but she didn’t go into details. That wasn’t her place. She just needed advice on what to do about them as his girlfriend. 

Not that Kelly was a relationship expert. If anything, she was the opposite, but she was the more mature one. Freshman year was almost over, and Kelly had a firm reputation as the dorm mom. Even upperclassmen respected her. Everyone looked up to her, and Lori didn’t know how she did it. How did Kelly bear the expectations of everyone who looked to her for emotional support, fitness tips, and life advice? Lori could never have that much responsibility.

“So, what’s on tomorrow’s docket?” Lori asked, distracting herself. 

“Snorkeling excursion,” Arthur said. “We’ll shuttle over to the docks in the morning, spend half the day on the boat, and the other half in the water near a coral reef.” 

“Oh, that sounds exciting,” Lori said. It was less sexual than she imagined their alternatives to be, but it sounded fun. A Caribbean vacation was supposed to be full of snorkeling, boats, and beaches, right? 

“It should be, yeah,” Arthur said. “I confirmed the details while you were in the shower, and I’ll pack a bag for us. I’ll wake you up in time to watch the sunrise tomorrow; we can have breakfast at the restaurant, then head out for the day.” 

“And did you pick my swimwear for tomorrow?” Lori asked. 

“Of course,” Arthur said. “It’s a cheeky one-piece.” 

“You packed a one-piece?” Lori asked, surprised. 

“Well, I figured on days we’re going out, you’d want something more modest than on days we stay at the resort,” Arthur said. “Unless you want to show off your body?” 

“Do you want to show me off?” Lori asked. 

Arthur pondered that, taking a few moments to chew on her question and his steak. “Is that a decision I should make? It’s your body. If you’re not comfortable showing it off, then you don’t have to.” 

“I am comfortable showing off,” Lori said, no longer beating around the bush. She’d found that when Arthur grew shy around matters of consent, it was time to be direct. “And I want you to decide when, where, and how much I show off, okay?” 

“Okay,” Arthur said, offering her a small smile. “I can do that.” 

“Good,” Lori said. She let him eat in silence for a few bites before resuming the conversation. “It wasn’t what I was expecting, but what did you think of the nude beach today?” 

“I’m not convinced that the nude beach is for me,” Arthur said, mulling it over as he swirled his wine glass. “Don’t get me wrong, it was great to hang out with you naked, but having everyone else there be naked wasn’t hot for me. It was distracting.” 

Lori nodded. “I found it hotter at the start, when it was new. There were plenty of hot ladies, right? You didn’t enjoy getting to look at them?” 

Arthur wiggled his hand in a so-so motion over his plate. “It was fun, but I don’t know. Bikinis are hotter than full nudity. Besides, it wasn’t as if I was trying to ogle anyone. I’d rather you turned me on than a random stranger.” 

“Good answer,” Lori said. “But are you sure you’re not just playing it safe so I don’t get jealous? I don’t care who makes you hard, so long as it ends up in me.” 

Arthur chuckled at that. “Would you get jealous if I let someone else turn me on?” 

Lori shrugged. “I don’t know. It depends on who turned you on and whether they tried to do anything about it. I don’t want those random sorority girls to steal you, but if you wanted to have another threesome and we could find someone who respected our relationship, I’d consider it.” 

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Arthur said. She wondered if he would, or if he’d stick with whatever plans he had for this week. He didn’t enjoy going off-script when he had plans, and if he hadn’t planned on a threesome, then they wouldn’t have one. She’d surprised him with one once, but that had been a special occasion. 

“Will we have a threesome this week? Is there room in the schedule?” Lori asked. 

“Who knows? We’ll keep our eyes open, and if you spot someone you want at the bar or club, we can talk to them,” Arthur said. 

“Or, if you find someone you want to have a threesome with, you could point me toward them,” Lori said. “Might be fun to fetch a girl for you, Master.” 

Arthur chuckled, and Lori’s hopes fell. If he thought she was joking, then it wouldn’t happen. 

“I’m not teasing you, you know,” Lori said, trying to sound assertive. “I’m serious.” 

“Okay,” Arthur said, setting his glass down and returning his attention to his food. “We’ll leave it for later in the week, though. Tonight, we’re staying here.” 

“Okay,” Lori said, nodding. She was nearing the end of her lobster and started on her steak. “What else do you want to try this week? We’ve got a few things on the checklist we still haven’t done, right?” 

Arthur nodded. “Well, we can’t do everything, but I have a few ideas I hope you’ll enjoy.” 

Lori smiled. She knew that meant he had something planned that would make her orgasm at least once more tonight. He was good at that. When everything else failed, he could always push her over the edge when he went down on her. There was something about running her fingers through his hair and holding on for dear life that made her orgasm so much stronger. 

“So, what’s the plan for tonight, Sir?” Lori asked. “And you don’t need to detail everything, but what roles are we playing? How should I address you?” 

“Sir or Master is fine,” Arthur said. “I liked your suggestion of Fuckdoll L-0-R-1, but I had hoped you’d be a more active participant tonight. So, let’s save that for later. Tonight, I’ll give you the choice between rope bunny and slave.” 

“Bunny,” Lori said after careful consideration. She was in the mood to get tied up, and she could imagine several ways to participate while bound. “I’m definitely in the mood to get tied up.” 

“Perfect,” Arthur said. “We’ll take a rest after dinner, then get started.” 

“Aw,” Lori pouted. She rubbed his calf with her foot. “You don’t want to get started right away?” 

“Twenty minutes at least,” Arthur said. “We can cuddle on the sofa until then.” 

“Cuddling?” Lori asked, arching an eyebrow. “So daring, Sir. You’re such a pervert. What will the church say?” 

Arthur rolled his eyes. “How’s your food?” 

“Delicious,” Lori said, grinning. “The wine is okay, but the steak and the lobster are better than I expected. They’re fantastic. As good as Frenchy’s, or even better.” 

“Oh!” Arthur smacked his forehead. 

Lori watched, confused, as he got up and returned to the cart, searching it and pulling something from the second level. He returned with a plate and removed the cover, showing her a ring of oysters in their shells. 

“Wow, what did this dinner cost?” Lori asked. The lobster, steak, and oysters with dessert and alcohol? She didn’t want to run out of money after day one of their vacation, and she could only imagine how expensive the resort made the food. 

“Don’t worry,” Arthur said. “It’s included.” 

“Okay,” Lori said. “How much was this all-inclusive package? I mean, this must have been what, ten grand? More?”  

“It’s not important,” Arthur said. 

“Arthur, you don’t have to spend money to impress me. Besides, the more you spend on this, the less money you have for the future,” Lori said. “You’re a finance guy, right? You should be saving for your future.” 

“If it helps, it costs less than this same package at Disney World,” Arthur said. “And it was less than I made on investments this year. Not a lot less, but it hasn’t set me back or touched my savings. So, relax and enjoy yourself this week. Don’t worry about the cost.” 

“Okay,” Lori said, trying her best. She still wanted to know the numbers. “I just don’t enjoy feeling like I owe you so much that I can’t repay it.” 

“I’m not asking you to repay it,” Arthur said. “Besides, my parents covered part of it as a gift to both of us. I’m here too, right? It’s not like I bought you something with the money that I didn’t get myself.” 

“Yeah, but—” 

“No buts,” Arthur said. “And don’t think you have to pay it back with sex either. Is that what this is about? You feel pressured?” 

“No, of course not,” Lori said. “Are you kidding? You don’t have to pressure me into having sex with you, Arthur. Hell, half the time I feel like I’m pressuring you. I know how obsessed you are with consent. If I said I didn’t want sex, you’d back down no matter how much you paid for the room.” 

Arthur agreed with her, but said nothing in response. He let her get it off her chest and analyzed it, as he always did.  

That gave Lori an idea. “Any chance you’d be interested in doing that as a roleplay?” Lori asked. “You can push me into repaying—” 

“No,” Arthur said, cutting her off.

“Right,” Lori said, backing down immediately. She’d brushed against the idea of something along those lines before, but Arthur always rejected role plays that included him pressuring her into anything. “Just a thought.”

They ate, letting the awkward silence mellow into something more comfortable before Lori tried another suggestion. 

“If you wanted to try something new, I could take charge for a night,” Lori suggested. She didn’t know if she’d enjoy playing the dom. Of course, she’d be worse at it than Arthur was, but it might be fun to try.  

Arthur frowned, but he didn’t immediately reject the idea. He still rejected it, though. “Not at a hotel.” 

“Right,” Lori said, nodding. “Of course, yeah, that makes sense. But if you’re open to it back at campus, we can try it. I’m not as dominant as you are in the bedroom, but it might be fun to try it once.” 

“We’ll see,” Arthur said. “Who knows, maybe if we do a three-way you can dominate the new girl, and I’ll dominate you.” 

Lori bit her lip, imagining it. She wasn’t sure she’d be any good at the dominant role, but trying it appealed to her. Doing it with a stranger was weird, but at least she’d never see them again if she fucked it up. There were benefits to that. 

“That might work,” Lori said, nodding. “We’ll have to see if they’re down for it.” 

“I’m sure somebody here for spring break wouldn’t mind,” Arthur said, chuckling. “Everyone’s very open to the idea of sex with strangers here.” 

“Yeah,” Lori said, chuckling. “That couple was into you something fierce. I’m pretty sure the guy wanted to sleep with you more than the girl.” 

Arthur shuddered. “Yeah, that’s not for me.” 

“What about Kelly? Think she’d be willing to submit to me?” Lori asked, teasing Arthur with the mental image more than anything else. 

Arthur swallowed. “She’d violate our rules, right? We want someone we won’t see again.” 

“Excellent point,” Lori said. “It’s hot to think about, though, right?” 

“Do you want to have sex with Kelly?” Arthur asked. 

Lori flinched. When he put it that way, she guessed it was weird to consider having sex with her roommate. She was trying to tease Arthur, but a serious conversation regarding threesomes wasn’t the right time. “No, I guess not. I’m not really into girls. I mean, the threesome we had was okay, but it’s more about having fun with you than about me doing anything with them.”  

Arthur nodded. He finished his food, letting Lori take the oysters, though he ate two of them; then he presented the pieces of tiramisu. They were much larger than Lori had expected. Her eyes widened at the sight of them, and her stomach protested. 

“We should save those,” Lori said. She patted her stomach, where the V of the lace-and-mesh teddy showed her full tummy. “I’m so full.” 

Arthur nodded. “The steak is pretty filling.” 

Lori nodded, and Arthur returned the covers over the tiramisu. He put the desserts in the mini-fridge under the bar and put their dishes back on the cart. She watched as he pushed the cart back into the hallway, then shut the door behind him. 

“I need to learn to cook,” Lori said, realizing that between hotel food and cafeteria living, she had no kitchen skills outside of the microwave. 

“I’m sure my mom would—” 

“Don’t talk about your mom when wearing boxers that small or when I’m in lingerie this see-through,” Lori said. 

Arthur laughed. “Fair enough. But she’d love to spend more time with you, I’m sure of it. Or I could always teach you. I’m an excellent cook.” 

Everyone was an excellent cook compared to Lori, but that was as much her fault as anyone else’s. She regretted not taking her last foster-mom up on the offer to learn. At the time, she’d thought she was just trying to get more help in the kitchen, which she was. But it would have been worth a few hours of cooking chores every week to learn the skills necessary to make an actual meal. She knew a few recipes and basics, but it was nothing compared to the meal she’d just eaten. 

“I have more than enough bedroom skills to make up for my lack of kitchen skills, right?” Lori asked. 

Arthur laughed. “Absolutely.” 

Lori laughed, following him into the living room section as he led her by the hand. The TV on the wall was the largest flat screen she’d ever seen, and the sofa was the most comfortable sofa she’d ever sat on. Arthur took the end, and she rested on her side with her head in his lap. She cuddled his thigh, and his arm rested on her hip. The skin-to-skin contact was electric, making her rub her thighs together as Arthur turned on the TV. 

“Wanna watch some porn with an after-dinner blow job, Sir?” Lori asked.

“The point is to rest and relax,” Arthur said. He ran his fingers through her hair as he flipped through the channels, settling on an episode of Friends just before it flipped to commercials. He sighed. Lori laughed at the commercials being in Spanish, then remembered she was in Cancun. 

“Oh, come on, what could relax you more than a blow job?” Lori asked. “A massage?”

“The relaxation isn’t for me, it’s for you,” Arthur said. “You remember your safeword, right?” 

“Yeah,” Lori said. 

“Then do as I say, and relax with me on the sofa for an episode or two,” Arthur said. 

“Yes, Sir,” Lori said, giving up. If Arthur was saying no to a blowjob, it was because he was preserving his energy. Between their morning, the afternoon, and the shower, he was running low. Food and rest helped, and they both sipped water as they watched TV. It was weird to hear different voices speaking in Spanish with English subtitles on the screen. Knowing the episodes helped. It reminded her of an old foster sister who was obsessed with the show, particularly Chandler, though his episodes had aged the least well. 

“It’s weird watching this in Spanish,” Lori said after the credits rolled on the episode. 

Arthur chuckled. “You know, partway through I forgot it was in Spanish and stopped reading the subtitles.” 

Lori chuckled.

“Have you picked up any Spanish?” Arthur asked. 

“I took French in high school,” Lori said. “I barely remember a lick of the grammar, but I know some Cajun from childhood.” 

Arthur chuckled. “Is that an actual language, or is it just an accent?” 

“It’s a dialect,” Lori said. “Like its own version of French that got stuck in the swamp and came out different, with things growing on it.” 

Arthur laughed, and Lori laughed with him. It was amusing, so long as she didn’t let her thoughts linger on what life was like back then. The best part of hindsight was being able to pick the moments to reflect on, divorcing them from context as if she were a surgeon removing a tumor. 

“Okay, hit the bathroom, get yourself ready, then kneel on the carpet over there.” Arthur pointed to where he wanted her, by the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. 

She looked up at him, wondering if he was serious about fucking on the balcony. She supposed she’d find out. Her trip to the bathroom was quick, and then it was his turn as she knelt by the glass door and waited for him. She meditated, focusing on her breathing as she waited. He’d turned out every light in the hotel room. The sun had set, which was probably why he’d made her wait after their late dinner. Not that digestion wasn’t important, but it was easier to do things in the dark without getting caught. 

Outside, the hotel lights created a colorful rainbow effect. Their side balcony overlooked the pool, again making her wonder what a room with this many views had cost him. She let the thought go, focusing instead on the collar around her neck and the mesh that was tight against her body. Her stockings and teddy were soft, but lingerie could only afford so much comfort before it sacrificed its appeal. 

She wondered how much of a visual feast she presented for him with the lights outside shining in. They could see the world perfectly, but it was difficult for anyone to look past the lights and see them. She supposed that was the point. 

Arthur stepped out of the bathroom after washing his hands and moved to the bedroom. He rifled through the luggage and returned to her with a smile on his face. 

“Are you ready, Bunny?” Arthur asked. 

“Yes, Master,” Lori answered. 

“What is your safeword?” Arthur asked. 

Lori grinned. She loved getting to pick new ones sometimes, and today she thought of an apt one. “Pineapple.” 

“Pineapple?” Arthur asked. 

“After the couple that wanted to fuck you,” Lori said. 

Arthur chuckled. “I think they wanted both of us, but okay, pineapple it is. Say it if you need a break, or to stop, or you can always–?” 

“Tap three times, or make three noises,” Lori said. “I know.” 

“Good girl,” Arthur said. He patted her on the head and moved behind her. “Stand up and put your arms behind you for your tie.” 

Lori obeyed, standing and putting her arms straight out behind her. Velvety black rope crossed over her upper arms as Arthur tied her into a rope arm binder. Her arms formed a V behind her back, with her hands clasped together at the end. The rope contained her from her wrist to halfway along her upper arm, thrusting her breasts forward and apart. 

Arthur circled her, enjoying the view. He still had his boxers on, but she could see the bulge growing as he gave her ass a playful squeeze. She yelped, but in surprise, not in protest. Lori clenched her cheeks, though, which earned her a smack on her ass. She moaned, playing it up as he opened the sliding glass door. 

The music shook her ears. A DJ played at the pool, leading the party and drowning out the ocean waves. 

Arthur clipped a leash onto her collar’s O-ring and led her out to the balcony with her arms bound behind her. She was steady despite the high heels, having walked much farther and in much tougher terrain at least once. She’d worn an overcoat that time, hiding the rope harness and nudity beneath it as they walked through the park. Now she only had the lingerie, but both made her hot between the legs as she followed Arthur. 

He closed the door behind them after checking it was unlocked. He walked her to the railing, letting her gaze at the pool below. The foam party was in full swing, with indistinct naked bodies jumping and splashing through the foam as the music blasted. 

“Just think,” Arthur said, whispering in her ear. “Any of them could look up and see you. Kelly might even be down there.” 

Lori shuddered, but the air outside was warmer than the air-conditioned air inside. The sea breeze was refreshing, but the sound of the waves drowned amidst the uproar from the pool. The indistinct voices below, the loud music, and the fresh air were delightful. 

Arthur moved her by her hips, pulling her away from the railing. The desire to ask what he had planned rose in her, but she squashed it down. Letting him lead was always more fun, and Arthur hadn’t disappointed her yet. He always had a plan, and she did not doubt that he’d scoped out this balcony and knew what he was doing. 

He had more rope, tying a harness over her hips, and then another harness over her shoulders. The ropes split her large breasts, constricting them beneath the teddy and emphasizing them. Still, the arm binder, hip harness, and chest harness remained separate pieces. She suspected he’d connect them, but he tied a harness to her left calf, and another on her right calf first. 

Arthur bent her forward, reminding her of the shower, except that she couldn’t brace herself against the railing. Not only was it too far away, but he’d tied her hands behind her. Arthur seemed to have considered that, as he produced yet more rope. He connected it to her arm binder at her wrists, looped it over her ass and between her legs. Arthur tied several small knots against her crotch, then split the rope through her chest harness and under her shoulders. He took the remaining rope and looped it through an anchored ceiling hook above her and retied it to her hip harness. 

“Can I lift my feet, sir?” Lori asked. 

“It held me okay,” Arthur said. “It’s drilled into the concrete, and the bolts are healthy. So if you want to, you can. Or you can leave them on the ground.” 

She tentatively lifted one foot, and then the other. Damn. The ropes pulled against her, but there was no drop. At least, not outside of her head. Arthur even had both arms under her in case she dropped, but the anchor held as the rope tightened against her crotch, shoulders, and wrists. She set one foot down again, but Arthur took the other. 

“Oh,” Lori said, surprised. He was going for a full suspension tie after all. She stared at the concrete below her, but not for long. After he had a calf-tie connected to the anchor, he left her on one foot, setting the sofa cushions from inside beneath her, just in case. Then he lifted her other calf behind her, putting her in the suspension tie. She hung from the balcony ceiling like a potted plant, lying face down just high enough to see the party over the railing. 

“Are you good, Bunny?” Arthur asked, checking his knots and ties. 

“I’m great, Sir,” Lori said, relaxing into the ropes as she hung in the air. The weight distribution wasn’t perfect, but Arthur continued adding ties as he went. Once he connected the anchor to her chest, back, and waist, she was set. “How much rope did you even bring?” 

“Enough,” Arthur said. “Heck, this is just the black rope. Now my biggest debate is whether to cut that lingerie off you.” 

Lori moaned, turning her head to look at him, but he moved behind her, parting her legs. She was wet enough to drip with the rope knots massaging her the entire time. Arthur checked the fit, sliding his fingers under the ropes in various places, tugging, tightening, loosening, and retying until he was satisfied.

The thoughts left Lori’s head as she floated, suspended in the air, at her boyfriend’s mercy as he teased and toyed with her touch by touch. 

“Sounds like they’re having fun down there,” Arthur said. He stood beside her head, looking over the railing into the pool area several stories below them. “Wow. That’s a lot of topless women. Maybe I should go introduce myself. Bring one or two back here. You wanted a threesome, right? Why not a foursome? Fivesome? I guess six women would be a reverse gang bang. I probably couldn’t handle seven. It might be fun to try, though.” 

Lori gulped. He wouldn’t leave her here; she knew that. So this was part of the game. She leaned into it. “How many women do you think it would take to satisfy you, Master? What’s our record for your orgasms in a night? Six? Seven? But I’ve drained you a few times today.” 

“Fair point,” Arthur said, letting his hand rest on her ass cheek as he spun her to face the lounge chair. He sat on it, reclining as she returned to her position overlooking the party. “God, you look so good tied in my ropes.” 

“Thank you, Sir,” Lori said, blushing. This was hardly the first time he’d bound her. Each time reduced her to a puddle of erotic sentiment. She was vulnerable, exposed, and open to his whims. Yet she knew he’d hold her as tightly as the ropes did, and she was safe. That feeling of safety was a high she never felt outside the ropes, or Arthur’s presence. Complete safety and trust in another person terrified her, but it was natural with Arthur. She trusted him, and that was even more intimate for her than love. 

Arthur enjoyed the sight of her, then rose from his chair and slipped something between her and the knotted ropes. He probed her, finding her wet and ready, but instead of his cock, it was a small Bluetooth vibrator he nestled against her before taking his seat. 

He activated the app on his phone, and a gentle buzzing started humming against her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation, and then it changed. Rather than one consistent hum, it became a rhythmic vibrating pulse that matched the music floating up from below. It didn’t match the beat, but it echoed the volume. When the crowd screamed, or when the music pulsed or crescendoed, the vibrator’s intensity increased. When the volume dipped, so did the intensity. 

“Oh,” Lori said, realizing what was happening as an EDM song came on. “Sir, do I have permission to cum? And do you have a gag? I might need one.” She tried to get the words out as rapidly as she could before the music picked up, but she barely made it before the vibrations kicked into overdrive. She flinched, squeezing her core, but she was unable to move. Lori remained suspended and powerless, unable to spin herself to face him. 

Arthur rose, standing between her and the railing with his back to the foam party. He pulled himself out of his boxer briefs and teased her lips with his cockhead. She opened her mouth wide, but she couldn’t push her head forward to take him, not once he grabbed her hair into a fistful behind her head and took control. 

She stuck her tongue out to lick the tip. He kept her just far enough away that she couldn’t reach him until he was ready. It didn’t take him long to push her face toward him, and she sucked him into her mouth for all she was worth. Meanwhile, the song below kicked up a notch, and the vibrator between her legs mirrored its intensity. She cried out, but with Arthur’s cock filling her mouth, it came out muffled. He pushed into her throat, and she did it again, letting the cry of her own pleasure intensify his. 

She flexed her muscles, straining against the ropes that held her. Each contraction of her body only intensified her pleasure as the ropes compressed her, making her shake before she even reached her climax. Arthur watched over her, even as he used her to pleasure himself. She kept her mouth open, and her tongue active, but she wasn’t doing much to please him other than take him into her throat. 

He withdrew, and she took a deep lungful of air.

“Please,” Lori begged. “Cum in me.” 

“Oh, I will,” Arthur said, but he didn’t plunge back into her mouth. Instead, he adjusted her ropes, pulling them, moving them, and tying new connections between her knees and her chest harness. He spread her legs, holding them open, then he stepped behind her. A tug later, he had the rope, and the teddy moved aside, and the vibrations against her ceased, giving her a moment’s peace before he entered her. 

Lori moaned as he entered her, not slowly, or inch-by-inch like last time, but shoving home in one smooth thrust. He pushed into her and pulled her onto him as he stood behind her, and she couldn’t help the loud moan that escaped her lips. 

It didn’t matter. No one could hear them. At worst, their neighbor might hear her. No one else could, not over the noise from the pool party. 

“Oh, fuck me,” Lori said, gasping. 

“That was the plan,” Arthur agreed, and he followed through. 

Lori never would have withstood the force of it without the ropes. If she were pushing against the wall, she would have pushed through it. If she had been bracing herself against the railing, it would have broken. Hanging from the ceiling hook? She was his to move and control. She bounced with every thrust of his hips, pushed and pulled by his grip on her ropes and the force of his cock. He slammed into her at steady speeds that drove her insane. 

The ropes pressed against her clit as they tried to slide back into place, increasing her pleasure with each of his thrusts. She didn’t last long. Lori came with his cock lodged deep inside her, and she stopped straining. She let the ropes hold her as she went boneless, and Arthur kept fucking her. He didn’t even slow down.

The angle wasn’t the best for him, and if it weren’t for the ropes against her clit, she might not have cum either, but with them? It was almost as if Arthur knew what he was doing. She would have laughed if she’d been able to form a coherent explanation. Instead, she let relaxation and pleasure wash through her again and again and again. 

Arthur didn’t slow down or speed up, but kept a steady pace. He changed his rhythm only when the song from the DJ booth changed, and Lori wasn’t keeping track of how many songs he made it through. Maybe they really should bring more than one girl back to their room for fun. She wondered how many Arthur could tear through until he was spent. 

Another orgasm took Lori. With each one she became less coherent and even more boneless in the ropes. Weakness sapped her limbs, and the tension in her was gone. Just when she worried that they’d be here until sunup, long after the party ended in the pool, Arthur groaned and splashed against her insides as he came. His grip on her tightened, and he caught his breath, softening within her before he slid out. 

“Whoo,” Arthur breathed, wiping his brow with sweat. “I think I need a shower after that.” 

Lori chuckled. “Let me down first, Sir?” 

Arthur hummed, as if considering whether to leave her there. “Just a few minutes more.” 

Lori’s eyes went wide. She turned her head to look at him, but he walked away. She wasn’t sure whether to be proud of him or outraged. He wouldn’t leave her hanging for real, would he? 

The answer was, of course, no. He returned with multiple water bottles and set them on the table between the lounge chairs. Then he set the two tiramisu containers with them. She hung there, dripping with his cum as the aftercare began. 

He untied her legs first, letting her get them under her before he untied the rest. Each time he unwound a piece from her body, he rubbed the spot, checking for rope marks and burns. Once she was free and untied, he removed her lingerie, stripping her to be completely naked. 

Goosebumps ran over her, but Arthur wasn’t being sexual. He ran ointment over her skin, especially where indentations showed the telltale signs of their kinky activity. He laid her face-down on the lounge chair and gave her a full-body massage, not to wind her up but to relax her. All the while, he told her in hushed whispers she was a good girl, a good rope bunny, and she’d done very well tonight. 

Lori was a puddle. Gone was the strong, independent woman who kicked ass in class and took names. Gone was the aroused, submissive woman eager to enjoy Arthur’s cock. Instead, she was a relaxed mass of flesh, a body whose spirit was too tired to answer anything beyond the basics as Arthur asked her the usual questions. 

Did she feel any numbness? No. What was her favorite part? Everything. Did she have any muscle cramps? No. Did that stop Arthur from checking her joints and massaging her muscles? Absolutely not. 

“I love you,” Lori said, falling asleep despite the loud music. 

“I love you, too,” Arthur said, scooping her into his arms. 

She was falling asleep, but Arthur didn’t let her. He sat on the lounge chair with her sitting sideways across his lap, reclining in his arms. 

“Did you enjoy that?” Arthur asked. 

“Duh,” Lori said, wanting to laugh but not having the energy. “Doofus.” 

“Do you want a spanking?” Arthur asked, ribbing her for calling him a doofus. 

“No, Sir,” Lori said. “Maybe tomorrow.” 

“I’ll get those cheeks nice and red before we go snorkeling,” Arthur said. “You can tell everyone it’s sunburn.”

Lori giggled, nuzzling into his neck. “Yes, Sir.” 

“Drink more water,” Arthur instructed. “I brought out the tiramisu.” 

“Sleep,” Lori said, shushing him. 

“No,” Arthur said, rubbing her face. “Come on, we can cuddle on the chair, but we shouldn’t go to sleep yet.” 

Lori frowned, but followed his advice. He moved her so that she was sitting between his legs. Then he reclined on the chair, and she reclined on him, sliding lower until his thighs became her armrests and his pelvic muscles became her pillow. 

He fed her tiramisu, and she ate it in bliss. Saturday had been a great day. She hoped the rest of the week went this well.