His e-mail surprised me. He said his name was Max. And that he was a middle-aged man living in London. And that he had a slave, a woman named Jan, who he wanted to give me as a gift.

Like many of us who have written erotic stories and posted them on the net over the years, I had grown somewhat accustomed to receiving e-mails from people who had read my stories. Generally, the feedback is positive, usually having something to do with a story catching the imagination of the reader. This kind of feedback is fun to receive. After all, connecting with the reader is the object for most of us who try to write. We endeavor to create an image that speaks to the reader, an image that draws them in and lets them become a part of what it is we try to describe.

Max wrote me a number of e-mails, actually. He told me in the beginning how Jan had found my stories and begun to read them through. She would tell him about reading them, tell him she liked them, that they excited her. Max said Jan's interest in me changed when she began to read stories like "Staying After School" (found here) and "Her Weekend Surprise" (found here) and "A Special Request" (found here). After reading those stories, he wrote, Jan began to include me in her fantasies, the fantasies she used to masturbate when she was alone.

For this he would punish her, he said. He wrote of spanking her, even using his belt to spank her on a few occasions, but he came to see, he said, how she wanted the punishment. Wanting the punishment wasn't in itself usual, he told me, so that didn't really concern him. He was puzzled, he wrote, about why she seemed to use me to make him jealous. Perhaps, he thought, I was her way of testing his love for her, his desire to own her and have her for himself.

All this, he wrote, led him to the decision to send her to me. He wanted to show her that he could give her to me and not be bothered by me having her.

He proposed that he fly Jan from London to Charlotte. Should I agree to his plan, I would find Jan waiting for me in a hotel room. She would be mine to use in whatever way I chose. She would, to use his words, be my slut for one night.

Like I said, this was a new one on me. I admit to having received some unusual propositions through the years, but this one was entirely new and different.

I thought it over for a couple of days before writing him back. I would be honored to accept his slave as a gift, I wrote him.

*****

Over the course of my communication with Max I had a chance to learn more than just a bit about Jan. Max wrote of their initial meeting, her discovery of her desire to be submissive, and the bonding they had done over a weekend in the Swiss Alps. He had also sent pictures. Max loves taking pictures, obviously. And just as obviously, Jan loves to pose. There were pictures of a smiling Jan walking through the British Museum, and there were pictures of Jan horseback riding in the country, and there were pictures of Jan preparing to take a large bubble bath, and there were pictures of Jan in a slinky black teddy, and there were pictures of Jan without the teddy, and there were pictures of Jan pleasing herself and the camera.

With each successive e-mail from Max it became more and more apparent that he was leading up to some sort of crescendo. I reminded myself from time to time that all there was for me to do was wait. He'd get there soon enough on his own.

The crescendo came in the form of dozen photographs. They were all of Jan. In some she wore black leather chaps. In virtually all she was tied in some scripted manner. In some you could see the red marks, the dark welts, across her thighs and ass. In some you could see the red marks on her breasts and nipples. But in all it was her eyes that leapt out of the picture. It was her eyes fixed on the camera, reaching out to the photographer and the viewer alike. In those eyes was a fixture of pure passion or lust, whatever one chose to call it. It was raw and earthy and unapologetic. And in some way I wasn't sure I understood, it was aggressive.

I thought of all this as I drove to Charlotte. Jan's flight was to have arrived the day before. The plan was for her to take a room at the Hyatt and spend some time recovering from her journey. I was to arrive at 8:00 p.m. the day following her arrival. She was to be waiting for me in her room.

The spring air flew through the car easily as I drove. The music drifted in the air and mixed with my sense of anticipation. How would it all go? Who knew? Me? Jan? Max? Not one of us knew, of course. At worst, she could be some sort of British psychopath with a lust for shedding red American blood. Everything else this side of the worst didn't seem too disagreeable. In fact, as I had thought through all this in the weeks leading up to the meeting, the possibilities looked much better than merely acceptable.

As I recall, the traffic was typically annoying. I remember the hotel parking lot was full. I had to drive around more than I liked to find a place to park. My irritation was some kind of clue, I remember thinking. I was impatient with getting it all started. I wanted it to begin. I wanted it all to happen. I wanted Jan, and more.

It was mid-week, so the Hyatt lobby was full of people traveling and doing business in Charlotte. There were suits and dresses and shorts and t-shirts. All or at least most of them were looking for a good dinner and a good time. They were headed away from the hotel. I was headed inside.

I carried the small black overnight bag I had packed as I headed for the registration desk. Do you have any messages for John Coltrane? I asked. Yes, just one, the college-aged drone answered before handing me an envelope. I stepped away from the desk and opened it. Inside a folded single sheet of hotel stationery was a room key. On the stationery, written in a skilled hand, was a brief message. "Room 626. I am waiting for you." It was signed simply, "Jan."

I folded the note and stuck it in the bag slung over my shoulder. A quick scan of the lobby revealed no one who was obviously watching me. Was anyone with her? I wondered. Was anyone along for the ride, maybe with not so good intentions? Was Max watching me? Had he traveled with her? Or had Max perhaps hired someone to protect Jan? A bodyguard? An assassin? One can never be too sure, I had reminded myself over the days leading up to this meeting. One can never be too certain that people might not have more on their agenda than what they tell you about.

Thinking, walking, and watching I found the elevator and took it to the seventh floor. I got off and moved down the hall to a corner leading to the vending and ice machines. Stepping inside, I checked my watch and leaned on the wall to wait. Five minutes passed and no one showed up, no one got off the elevator. No one followed? Maybe not.

I took the stairs down to the sixth floor and stepped into the hall. I walked past room 626 without looking at it. I found the vending and ice alcove again and stepped inside to wait another five minutes. No one moved past the door. No one came into the hall at all. No one was watching the room? No one was expecting me? No one outside the room, I reminded myself. But who was in the room? Jan? Who else? And how many?

Doing my best to walk quietly but quickly, I moved to 626 and knocked. I could hear the television being clicked off and someone moving across the floor. The latch twisted and the door opened smoothly. Standing there in a black silk robe was the woman I had seen in so many pictures. It was her, Jan. She smiled and stepped back for me to enter. Without thinking I smiled back, neither of us speaking. I stepped through the door and into an adventure, thinking of the things I needed to do, thinking of my list of checks, thinking of the risks, thinking fast as the door clicked shut and locked behind me.

The room was a large suite. The first room was a comfortably furnished sitting room. Beyond it was a small kitchen area. Beyond that, the bedroom. On the bar was an array of fresh fruit, wines, and bottles of liquor.

"You are taller than I imagined," she said from behind me.

I turned and took in her smile, her expression. She seemed at ease, relaxed and composed.

"And you are more beautiful than your pictures," I responded.

Her smile widened and her head dipped in recognition, an unconscious move of embarrassment.

"Thank you, Mr. Coltrane," was all she said.

From my jacket pocket I pulled a wide black scarf. I motioned to her to come toward me. She did without asking why, without a moment's hesitation. Without speaking or explaining I wrapped the black scarf around her eyes and tied it snuggly behind her head. Her arms hung at her side unmoving.

"Stay right here," I told her, "Don't move at all. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," she answered smoothly.

I pulled the double-edged knife from my bag. The slide of the blade from the sheath made the slightest hint of a noise. I saw her flinch but she didn't move. She stood perfectly still as I moved toward her and past her. My shoulder brushed her sleeve as I stepped to the door and pulled the chain latch into position. I moved past her again to step into the kitchen area. I listened for anything other than my own breathing. Nothing. I stepped into the bedroom with something approximating a ready stance. Nothing or no one there. Nothing or no one in the bathroom either. The hotel suite was empty except for Jan and myself.

When I came back into the sitting room, I sheathed the knife and put it away, back into the bag.

"Satisfied?" she asked without any hint of sarcasm.

"Yes."

"He said you would check."

I didn't respond.

I sat on the sofa and considered the situation. Jan still stood in the middle of the floor wearing the black scarf as a blindfold.

"Did you have a good trip?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Are you well rested?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Excited?"

"Yes, Sir, very much."

"Why are you here, Jan?" I asked.

"To please you, Sir. To be your slut for tonight. My Master has sent me as a gift to you."

"Have you made preparations?"

"Yes, as my Master as instructed. The hotel staff arranged for or fetched liquor and food. And I brought toys as he told me."

"Toys?"

"Yes, Sir. Silk ropes, vibrators, lubricants, beads, butt plugs, clips, and leather items, whips and things."

I see."

"Are you pleased, Sir?" she asked.

I didn't answer.

"You may remove the blindfold," I said.

Her arms came up slowly and untied the knot on the back of her head.

"Now," I continued, "Undress for me."

All it took was a loosening of the knot on the sash around her waist. A shrug of her shoulders let the silk robe drop to her feet. She was naked then. Her breasts, full and swollen, held her nipples out to me. The curve of her hips was strong and firm. Her pubic hair was completely shaved clean.

"Your Master likes your pussy shaved?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir."

"Kneel for me like your Master has taught you."

Jan knelt immediately.

I rose and walked around her slowly. She was kneeling there on the carpeted floor, leaning back to sit on her heels. Her eyes were downcast, her hands behind her back. She was silent as she knew to be. Her knees were apart as she had been taught.

I remember being struck by her beauty as I circled her. Yes, she was beautiful, and she was waiting for me to begin.

"What are you?" I asked her.

"I am your slut for tonight," she answered without hesitation.

I stood behind her and smiled to myself. I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "What will you do for me?" I whispered.

"Anything, Sir," she said aloud.

"Show me how much of a slut you are."

"What shall I do for you?"

"Show me your breasts, offer them to me, make your nipples hard for me."

Her hands came to her breasts, cupping them, raising them upward as her thumb and forefingers took her nipples. She didn't raise her face to me at all as she twisted both nipples. Each breast seemed to swell in her hands as her nipples grew taut and hard.

"Do you like?" I asked, still walking around her.

"Yes," was all she said.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Sir," she corrected.

"Now rub your pussy for me with one hand."

Her response was automatic. Her right hand found her pussy immediately and began to rub in a circular motion. Again I stopped my pacing and stood in front of her watching. Her left hand moved from breast to breast as her right hand worked faster on her pussy.

"Stop," I told her, "And return your hands to behind your back."

She did as I instructed. I could see gentle red marks around her nipples, and her pussy lips were swollen and prominent between her legs.

"Would you like to continue?" I asked her.

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, Sir, very much."

I stepped behind her before telling her, "Lean forward on all fours. Show me your ass and pussy. Show me how hot you are, how much you want to cum."

"May I touch my pussy to show you?"

"Yes."

Her fingers found her pussy and spread her shiny wet lips. A finger disappeared inside, then another, both fingers fucking her smoothly before being pulled out to rub her clit.

"Wet a finger in your pussy then slide it into your ass," I told her.

She did as I said. A finger from one hand in her ass, a finger from her other hand in her pussy.

I watched her hips move with her fingers. I listened to the wet sounds her pussy made. Stepping closer, I took in her scent, the smell of her lust, the scent of her essence.

"You are a slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, Sir," she answered in a breathy whisper.

"Do you like showing me?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Why?"

"Because I want to please you, to show you how much I want and need to be fucked."

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, Sir, very much."

I could tell from the way her hands were moving faster that she was growing close to her first orgasm. But I wasn't ready for that yet. It wasn't time for her pleasure.

"Now stop with your hands," was all I had to say. Her hands drew away from their sites of pleasure slowly but steadily leaving her pussy open and alone.

"Do you want to cum?"

"Yes, Sir, very much."

"Only when it is time," I told her.

She remained silent, waiting.

"Get up now and put your robe back on. It's fine for going out. You look nice in it, very nice. It can pass for a dress. Find some shoes. I'll wait here."

Jan got up, grabbed her robe and slipped it on as she went into the bedroom. I could hear her rummaging around, looking for shoes, I imagined. When she came back, her eyes were cast on the floor, the robe tied snuggly around her waist, and she was wearing a pair of expensive sandals. The robe's length was just below mid-thigh. Perfect, I thought.

She stopped in the middle of the room and waited.

"Come with me," I told her, taking her arm and beginning to move toward the door. We didn't speak as we waited in the hall for the elevator. Nor did we speak while we road the elevator car down to the lobby. But while we rode alone in the car, I let my hand move from the small of her back downward over her ass. I let my fingers work the robe up until it was bunched at her waist and my hand held her smooth, naked ass. I let my middle finger run down the crack of her ass, feeling the firm flesh, the toned, strong muscles, down and between her cheeks, down until the tip of my finger rested on the wet pucker of her ass. That wetness, the slick, distinctive, silky feel of her pussy juice covered the tight ring of her ass. It was almost as if that wetness was inviting me, pulling me, almost begging me to enter her. My finger did, and she moaned. But I pulled my hand from her and let her robe fall back over her ass as the elevator doors opened to let us out so it could take in a small collection of unknowing, bored looking hotel guests.

We walked in silence to my car. I opened the passenger side door and she settled into the seat. I started the car, opened the sunroof, and let all the windows down. The cool, black night air joined us as I pulled out of the parking lot and onto Pineville Road heading toward downtown.

"Unfasten your seatbelt and open your robe for me, Jan."

She did as I told her, pushing her ass down in the seat, bending her back, offering her pussy to me, I thought, all while letting the robe drop away from her breasts. The wind grew faster and cooler as I picked up speed. The chill made her nipples shrink and extend into hard points of dark flesh. As I drove I reached across with my right hand and ran it softly over each breast and each nipple, then down her belly over her shaved mound, down and through her thick, wet pussy lips. I drug the finger upward, letting it spread her pussy and enter her, pulling wetness from her up to circle and play over her hardened clit. I could feel her hips move upward ever so slightly. I painted circles around her clit with her wetness.

When I found the street I was looking for, I pulled my hand from her to negotiate the turn.

"You may touch your pussy, if you like," I told her.

Her right hand found herself immediately.

"Feed me a taste of your pussy," I added.

Her left hand dipped to gather juices quickly. Her fingers came to my mouth and ran over my lips as I licked them. All the while her right hand played over her clit and pussy.

"Thank you," I told her when her fingers were clean and pulled away. "Remember," I added, "Do not cum without my permission." As I drove, I watched her. I wasn't sure she was prepared to wait, so I told her to stop touching herself, to put her hands on the seat beside her. Reluctantly, I think, she did, triggering a thought that this reluctance with something that would have to be dealt with later on in the evening.

The sight of her in the car, her naked and colored only by the moon, colored as well by the dull glow from the car's dash and the passing amber street light, the sight of her in that moment mixed with the anticipation of nearing where I wanted to take her. I slowed the car and turned into the parking lot. "Close your robe," I told her. She did just before the valet approached her door. An exchange of keys for a receipt left us to walk together into the bar.

The bar was dark. The dance floor was crowded with people dancing or trying to dance. The night was still relatively young, so there was still room to move around. Some tables and booths were unused, I could see. I moved us toward the corner booth near the back of the bar. Jan moved smoothly beside me. I could feel her smooth naked flesh under the silk robe. Each stride made for a shift of skin against the silk. A very, very nice feel.

She slid into the booth and I followed.

"Open your robe again," I told her without looking as a waiter approached.

Her robe was open and the deep cleavage between her breasts exposed while the waiter took our order. I ordered two double Absoluts on the rocks. No fruit. The waiter was skilled at keeping eye contact but I could tell he was drawn to Jan's front. Anyone, any man, would be, I remember thinking. The waiter hustled back with our drinks, probably to see if Jan had discovered her open robe. He left almost reluctantly. I watched him move directly toward the bar and quickly discuss something, us, Jan, with the bartender.

I leaned toward Jan and kissed her as I fished a chunk of ice from my drink. The kiss was soft and slight, but it held her as I smoothly slipped the ice inside her pussy. "Hold it," I whispered to her as I kissed her below her ear. She stiffened and then tried to relax, but when she gathered herself she turned her head and kissed me tenderly on the lips.

"I have wanted this for a long time, Sir," she told me when our lips parted.

I only smiled.

The night was indeed very young.

While I sipped my drink and Jan sat gripping the ice cube in her pussy, I watched Ray, the bartender, dial a number on the house phone under the bar. I moved closer to Jan and ran my hand up the inside of her thigh until I could feel the contrasting combination of the cool water and her warm juices.

When Lisa stepped in front of our table, I wasn't surprised. She was the person Ray had called. Lisa owned the bar. The Silent Room was her place since she and her husband had divorced a few years before.

"So this is her?" Lisa said from where she stood.

I only smiled before saying, "Yes. Lisa, meet Jan." I released Jan's thigh then and completed the introduction. "Jan meet Lisa."

Lisa waved across the wide table to Jan as she scooted in the booth beside me. No invitation, no suggestion. Lisa was that way. Jan had attempted to say hello, but it had come out rather mumbled. She was occupied, but that was good.

"I've made the arrangements you asked for," Lisa told me, virtually ignoring Jan.

"Thank you," I told her.

"And she is beautiful, like you said."

"Yes, she is," I agreed as I turned toward Jan and kissed her.

"Is she as you expected?" she asked.

"We're finding out as we go," I told Lisa without taking my eyes off Jan's.

"Jan," I began, "Lean up in your seat. Lean up and over the table."

"Yes, Sir," was all she said before moving up until her elbows were flat on the table. When she finished positioning herself, she was standing between the edge of the booth and the table in front of her. Her ass stuck out backwards toward the booth and the wall behind it.

"Perfect," I told her as I slow raised the robe up and off her bare ass.

"Nice," Lisa murmured beside me.

"Yes, very," I agree.

I reached up and opened the robe beneath Jan so that her heavy breasts hung down onto the cool tabletop. I could see that her nipples were hard and erect, each of them were grazing the smooth table as her breasts swung gently.

"Have you seen what the weather is supposed to be through the rest of tonight?" I asked Lisa as I casually stroked Jan's smooth firm backside.

"Clear, I think."

"Good. Perfect," I told her as I gathered more ice in my hand.

We both watched as a single piece of ice disappeared into Jan's pussy. She moved with my finger as it pushed the ice deep inside her. Then came another piece. Lisa leaned closer to watch that one disappear in Jan's ass.

"Hmmmmm," Lisa told me in a whisper. "I can't watch much of this or I'll go crazy."

I let one finger fuck Jan's pussy while another fucked her ass. Her head was down, her body swaying, her knees flexing with the rhythm of my hand.

"Oh, we'll be gone soon, thanks to you," I told Lisa as she watched and moved beside me.

"Damn," was all she said as she eased out of the booth and moved toward the bar.

"Do you like, Jan?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Remember the rule about coming?"

"Always, Sir, I never forget."

"Want to go for a ride?"

"Now, Sir?"

"Yes."

"May I come first, Sir?"

"No," was the only answer.

I eased my fingers from her and pulled down her robe. She followed the suggestion and settled into the seat. I leaned over and kissed her. "Want to come?" I asked.

"Yes, Sir. Very much."

"Then come with me now."

We both slid out of the booth and headed toward the door.

"We have a drive in front of us. We need to get started."

She didn't respond, but I felt her pace quicken toward the door.

It was well after midnight, so the traffic out of Charlotte on I-77 was thin and easy to negotiate. The night air was chilly, too chilly for the windows to be down. Jan sat in her seat looking straight ahead. We both listened to some music. Karrin Allyson sang wonderfully for us both.

"Do you want to cum?" I asked her.

"Yes, Sir, very much, still."

"Then take off your robe and make me cum. Suck my cock. Do it good and I'll let you cum."

She unbuckled her seatbelt and let the back of the seat lay down as far as it would go. She turned in the seat, coming to her knees while she slipped out of the black robe. I watched her as best I could as she positioned herself and began unbuckling and unzipping my jeans. I hefted her left breast in my right hand, letting my fingers tug at her already head nipple, as she opened my jeans. I lifted my hips to let her slide them down enough.

My cock was already hard. It had been hard since I first saw her in the hotel room. She found it wet from the pre-cum it had leaked over the few hours we had been together. As I squeezed her breast, she used her fingers to gather the pre-cum from the underside of my cock. Her eyes held mine as she licked her fingers to taste me.

"Take it now, or…" I didn't have to finish. In one motion she leaned forward and took the head of my cock in her mouth. Her ass was turned up to the window of the passenger seat and her left elbow held her weight on the console as she sucked and licked me while stroking my balls with her right hand.

I could tell she was wetting me with her saliva, because I could feel the wetness gathering at the base of my cock. My balls were growing wet in her hand. She gathered the wetness with her hand and began to stroke the shaft of my cock as her tongue worked on the underside of the head. It was exquisite. I knew I wouldn't last long with all that happened so far, the teasing that had driven both of us, but I didn't try to hold back. I wanted her to have my cum. I wanted to thrust it into her mouth, her throat, to blast it as hard as I could.

I took her hair in my right hand and began to fuck her face. She knew I was close. Her grip on my cock with her hand and her mouth tightened to milk me.

I didn't tell her I was coming. I just let it go.

I remember grunting some kind of sound with that first blast of cum into her mouth. She didn't miss a beat. She kept stroking me, pulling each successive offering of cum from my cock until there was no more to give, no more to receive.

I could fee myself growing softer in her mouth when she released me.

She leaned back and smiled at me as she wiped the wetness, her saliva mixed with my cum, from her lips.

"Good, Sir?" she asked.

"Better than that," I allowed.

"May I now?"

"Yes, anyway you want. Show me, though. Show me everything."

"It won't take much now," she said as she moved to put her left foot flat in the seat with her right in the floorboard.

She was squatting there, her right hand on her pussy, her fingers flat, moving in fast, hard circles, fucking herself, doing for herself what she wanted in that moment. Her nipples were hard, her breasts swollen and full. She never closed her eyes. She watched me watching her and the road as best I could.

When she came it was with a burst of air and nervous tension. The loosing of that tension, the release, came out of her mouth, pushed up and out of her body by the spasms surely raking her pussy and clit.

I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her tongue played with mine as I kept my eyes open and on the road.

"May I ask where you are taking me?" she asked behind our kiss.

"Sailing," I told her, "Sailing in the night, what's left of it."

"You have me for one night and you're taking me sailing?" she smiled.

"Have you ever been tied to a mast?" I asked.

"No, Sir," she told me as she settled into my arm.

I held her close as we drove on into what was left of the night.

******

Lake Norman lies almost directly north of Charlotte. It's less than a half-hour's drive on I-77. As Charlotte has grown over the last decade or so, the Lake Norman community has evolved into one of the area's most exclusive residential sites. Houses and condos decorate the banks of the pristine lake. White collar professionals mix liberally with professional athletes and other notables amongst the listings of Lake Norman residents. Not only are their homes prominently displayed, their toys are, too. The Range Rovers and Mercedes wait together agreeably. Harbors and marinas with large, expensive boats are scattered around the lake, many of them connected in some way to country clubs and golf courses.

Lisa had not just gotten sole ownership of The Silent Room from her last husband. She had also gotten possession of his Lake Norman condo. She enjoyed living in the condo's comforts, particularly since the ex-husband was now relegated to a hotel in Atlanta. However, more than the condo, she loved having possession of his one true love, his sailboat, the Lisa Marie. (Lisa's ex-husband would have been an Elvis impersonator if he'd had any hair on his head.)

Lisa had been quick to loan me the Lisa Marie for the night. Not being a sailor, she rarely takes the boat out of its slip. Although her husband used to sail his floating mistress for weeks at a time up and down the coast, Lisa rather liked the idea of parking the big boat and using it as a setting for parties and other events. The "other events" often became extremely interesting. Piece by piece, Lisa had equipped the proud vessel with some interesting paraphernalia. When I first met Lisa a few years back, I had no idea she was so kinky. Some were quick to say her kinkinees was why she was divorced. Ex-hubby did not measure up.

Kinky or not, Lisa had left a whole bunch of naughty toys and tools aboard the Lisa Marie for me and Jan to use.

When I took Jan aboard and we had a chance to look around, I could sense her questions. Did I plan to use all these things on her? Did I do this sort of thing often? Was I skilled? Was I dangerous?

"May I admit something to you, Mr. Coltrane?" she asked.

"Certainly," I told her as I began to pick up whips and chains and examine them closely.

"I admit that while reading your stories I came to be convinced you have a dark side to you, a dark side wanting to get out, I thought, but I had no idea that it had already taken form. Is all this stuff yours, Sir?"

I didn't answer her. I just extended my hand to her. It took a moment, perhaps a moment of hesitation, but she took my hand. I pulled her to me and kissed her. Her tongue waited for mine to initiate, but once I had, hers responded eagerly.

"Do you want to find my dark side, this hidden side of me?" I asked when the kiss was broken.

"Yes, Sir, I think I do."

It was her turn to kiss me then. And her tongue was even more aggressive than mine.

The night had grown even cooler. The sky was an inky black. No stars, no moon. Evidence of the night's chill was right in front of me. Jan's nipples were as hard as rocks. She stood there naked and smiling even though chilled. She stood by the mast where I had tied her hands high above her head. Jan was naked on the deck of the Lisa Marie. And I was with her. No one else was around to see or do anything.

When I reached and began to rub her breasts firmly with the flat of my hands, she closed her eyes and moaned.

"You like being touched, don't you?" I told her.

"Yes, Sir."

"What else do you like?"

"I like to please my Master. And I like to please you because he has given me to you. I like to feel your pleasure, to see it, taste it, smell it, everything. And I like to cum myself. Hard, intense, and often. Will you fuck me, Mr. Coltrane? Will you fuck me hard?"

I rubbed her breasts feeling her nipples grow even harder under my hands as I listened to her. I didn't answer her questions. I didn't want to. I wanted her to wonder, to hope, maybe, to anticipate. I reached in Lisa's bag of tricks and pulled out two clamps. I let the metal tease circles around her nipples as we both watched. Then I fixed both clamps firmly on each nipple.

She looked at me and growled. "Fuck me," she said again, "Fuck me, please… Sir."

As she watched, I began to take off what clothes I still had on. Shoes, jeans, and a loose shirt were quickly tossed to the lower deck. I stepped to her, then squatted in front of her.

"Spread your feet," I told her.

"Make me," she blurted.

It surprised me, her resistance, or her try at resistance, or her defiance. Whatever it was, it triggered something. I looked up at her and took her gaze and I reached and found the clamps on her nipples. Slowly, I began to twist them. Her eyes closed and his hips moved as the metal clamps twisted her nipples into creased brown flesh. It took very little before her feet began to move apart. When they were as wide as I wanted, I released the clamps.

Squatting in front of her, I only had to reach between her legs and grasp her with one hand behind each of her knees to spread her legs and lift her as I rose. My thumbs ended up on the inside her knees. Her legs were wide. Her wet, open pussy only inches from my cock.

I entered her mouth with my tongue and her pussy with my cock at the same time.

And then I fucked her, pressing her back into the mast and my cock deep into her pussy with long strokes. I could feel her lips licking over the crest of my cock's head as I slid out of her and back in.

The breath in her mouth became mine. I took it.

I don't know if she came then. It didn't matter in that moment. The moment was for me, and I seized it.

I pulled my mouth from hers and pressed my lips to her ear. "Do you want my cum?" I was able to say.

"Yes, please, yes," was her halting reply.

"Tell me."

"I want your cum, please, now, deep inside me, please."

I remember not trying to hold back, to make it last, I just wanted to fill her with all that I could offer, to fill her pussy, her very being, if I could, to fill her with the liquid heat pulsing inside my balls for release.

"No." The word came from me without thinking. "No, not like this, not yet."

My cock slipped from her pussy as I slowly lowered and released her legs until she was standing again. I kissed her then, pushing my body against hers, chest hair against captured nipples. I reached up and pulled the slipknot just beyond Jan's reach that secured the rope holding her to the mast.

"Turn around and bend over. Hold the mast with your hands."

She did as I told her, turning and offering what I wanted. In the dull light I could see the shape of her ass, the swollen, open lips of her pussy, and the tight, dark ring of her ass. I wet my thumb from her pussy before sliding it hard and direct into her ass. She stiffened and then relaxed, waiting for me, waiting for more. Using my other hand, I let the tip of my cock open her lips, playing with her for just a moment before sliding the length inside her.

Then I began to fuck her. Hard, fast, pounding. Neither of us said anything. There was no sound other than the wet kiss of her pussy on my cock. I fucked her holding her by my thumb in her ass. Her wetness splattered us both, wetting the inside of her thighs, my pubic hair, and my even by balls as they slapped against her clit with each thrust.

She came at least once during all this, but it didn't matter, not in that moment. It all was about something else, something for myself. I was taking what she had given me, what Max had given me, and I realized in that simple moment that doing so was what they each wanted. They drew pleasure from my pleasure. By taking it, their gift, I was pleasing them. But that was all too complicated to think or say then as I fucked Jan as hard as I could. It was just felt as an awareness, a realization.

When I came I felt as if all that had been held inside of me was being transferred to her body. And she took it all, she sucked it from me, in fact. Each searing, burning spurt from my body into hers was taken and consumed.

I removed my finger from her ass as my cock weakened and softened and fell from her. My fingers wove into her hair and pulled her up until I could kiss her with her head turned, her wet ass still pressed against me.

There were hints of sunlight from the eastern sky creeping to light the lake. Max was out there somewhere to the east. His day was already underway; mine was just beginning.

"Hungry?" I asked her.

"Yes, I think so."

She didn't call me, Sir, anymore. It was over.

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