The sun was getting low on the horizon, visible as an orange-red half-circle sitting on the darkening blue of the Pacific. He reached his hand out to her and she smiled and she took it. “Come,” he said, “this way.”
They walked slowly and in silence, barefoot in the fine, white sand of O’ahu’s North Shore, hand-in-hand. The warmth of the setting sun radiated against their bodies as the trade winds provided a cool and welcome counterbalance, a pleasant yin and yang that added a lovely sensing to the passwordately-charged atmosphere between them.
He led her to the makai side of the beach, away from the water by the treeline, in the shade of a particularly graceful coconut palm where they could continue to watch the sun as it disappeared into the ocean, its resting place for the night. She squinted into the shade, her eyes adjusting from the bright setting sun. There was a blanket already spread under the tree, and a picnic basket. Behind the blanket were three tiki torches, plunged into the sand. “Sit,” he said simply, and she giddily dropped onto the blanket as he lit the torches one by one. She closed her eyes to listen to the sound of the waves pounding the shore, turning her face towards the warmth of the lit torches.
He smiled as he turned and joined her on the blanket “God I love the way your face glows in this light.” Her face felt hot, blushing at his attention, and she shyly looked down at the blanket. He reached into the basket and pulled out a bottle of wine; after uncorking and pouring into two glasses a deep, gem-colored red, he offered a toast: “You’ve slipped under my skin, invaded my blood, and seized my heart. I am as much yours as you are mine.” They linked glasses and her head swam, taking in his words as she sipped from her glass. Could this man really be hers? She knew she belonged to him, heart, soul, and mind. He was the man worthy of her utter devotion, and she gave it to him gladly. Her deepest desire was to possess his heart in return, and she could scarcely believe the words she was hearing. Her reverie was interrupted by his question: “Do you remember your safe word?”
She nodded, “Pineapple.”
“Good girl,” he replied as he stood and offered her his hand. Startled by the apparent change in atmosphere, she wondered what he could possibly have in mind.
He pulled her to a stand, used his hands on her shoulders to turn her to face away from him, and gently guided her up against the trunk of the coconut palm. “Do you trust me, baby girl?” She nodded as she felt his breath on the back of her neck. “Good. I will always keep you safe. Understood?” Again she nodded. “Strip for me, I want to inspect what’s mine.” She slowly and shyly untied her bikini top, hoping the beach remained as deserted as it had have been since they arrived, then removed the rest of her clothes, still facing the tree trunk. She trembled as she wondered what was coming next, but didn’t have to wait long.
He took her right wrist and bound it with rope, the type found on sailboat riggings so common on the island, then repeated on her left wrist. He then pulled her arms over her head and secured them tightly to the tree trunk with the rope, high enough that she could barely keep her heels on the ground. It was uncomfortable but she remained silent, trusting him to keep his property safe and undamaged. He paced back and forth behind her; she could feel his eyes examining every inch of her, and heard a satisfied grunt before once again feeling his hot breath on her neck. “I’m going to mark my beautiful back,” he whispered, “and you will not cry out. Understood? You will feel my whip on your skin, but it will feel pleasant to you. Arouse you. It will make your pussy wet, and you will beg me to let you come. Is that clear, my girl?”
“Yes Daddy,” she said quietly, already straining against her tight ropes.
“Good.” She loved it when he whispered wicked things into her ear, the thoughts it conjured in her mind sent gooseflesh down her arms and legs as she continued to tremble.
It was now fully dark as he stepped back from her to gather his implementations. The only light, the flickering of the tiki torches from a few feet away.
The first blow came as a shock; the only warning a high-pitched whistle a split second before she felt the sting of his single-tail whip. It landed squarely on her right Shoulder blade and she flinched, and before she had a second to recover, the next landed in the middle of her back, and the next on her left shoulder, blows landing one after another, about two every second, tiny stings marked only by the air whistling past the whip and the sharpness each time it landed. Within seconds, she barely felt each individual blow, the sensing replaced by a spreading warmth across her back.
She felt pain, but it was only mildly unpleasant. She knew her back must be turning a deep shade of pink; she could feel the heat increasing by the second. Sheheard his breathing coming quicker from exercise and it excited her. She felt an unexpected throbbing in her middle, and just as she was relaxing into the pain, it stopped.
Without the repeated strikes of the tail as a distraction, she now feel the full effect of his attentions to her back. The radiant warmth from the torches burned her broken skin, and she suppressed a moan of pain aching to escape her lips. She must remain silent. She Must make him proud. She must not displease this man who was her sun and moon, her air and water, her everything.
She pulled against her ropes in weak protest but they only tightened against her wrists, creating more unpleasant sensings. The next thing she felt was the tips of his flogger striking and she jumped and cringed against it. Normally she loved the feel of the soft, leather flogger on her back…but now against her tender, singing skin it was a different experience entirely. A quick intake of breath as the next blow fall, she sTruggled against her ropes but made not a sound. Again and again the flogger fell against her back and she squirmed; an involuntary “Fuck!” escaped her lips.
“Fuck is not a safe word, Babygirl. Do you want to use your safe word?”
“NO!” she gasped and shut her eyes tight, grimacing, awaiting what was next.
She could hear the smile in his voice on the next blow, “I love that you willingly take this for me. Such a good girl,” his voice was gruff; she could tell he was in his Dominant headspace by the tone of his voice, and despite the unpleasant sensings on her back, she felt herself getting very wet as she imagined the look on his face. She knew his eyes would be dark, piercing, almost black. How she loved seeing him this way! Within a few seconds, she felt the first drip rolling down her inner thigh.
“Please,” she begged, “please.”
“Please, what?” came his question with the next blow.
“Please…I need to come.”
Her words seemed to flip a switchh in him; he had been waiting to hear those words. She heard the flogger drop to the ground and in a split second he was on her, quickly untying her ropes. She fell into him once her arms were free, and he lowered her down to the blanket, face-down. He glanced at her glowing red back, and his already-hard cock began throbbing mercilessly.
He couldn’t get his bermuda shorts down fast enough, and shoved His rod inside her roughly and greedily from behind, causing her to gasp and arch her back. He fucked her roughly, primarily, grunting as he pounded her into the sand, until she screamed out his name in release…and he pumped his full load inside her, slowing his pace but not stopping until he was empty and her body was limp beneath him. She was breathing hard, but her eyes were closed and she wasn’t moving. He recognized her state of consciousness, because he knew her body well. He knew not to speak to her, as it would break the spell and reel her back to earth. Instead, he reachedinto the picnic basket for some coconut oil and began gently rubbing it into the glowing pink skin on her back.
He worked slowly, in no rush. He enjoyed how hot her glowing skin feel under his touch. He enjoyed feeling how relaxed and limp her muscles were and treasure the amount of trust she had in him. Her submission, her obedience, were the greatest gifts she could give him and he released in them.
When he had Completed his ministries on her back he lay next to her, leaning over her, protecting and caressing her as she slowly drifted back to normal consciousness. He knew she was back when he saw the slight smile cross her face, and he kissed her forehead as he whispered, “That’s my girl. Come back to Daddy.”
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