Chapter 60

A subdued quiet wrapped around us as we sat eating brunch. But I was both gazing at the ocean and scanning Mandy. Each gentle breeze sent the loose shirt flapping, and, with that impish grin, she made no attempt to keep it closed. At last, she drained the rest of her juice and sighed.

“What you, um, gonna do to your naughty little birthday slut today, big Jim?” she said, while running a glossy fingernail around the leather affixed to her throat.

“Hmm,” I laughed while standing. “How about we take it easy again today?”

“Easy? Again? When was the easy part yesterday?”

“Come on.” I chuckled. “Grab the beach stuff.”

As she packed towels and lotion into her bag, I opened the little refrigerator’s freezer section. When I stepped to her, she turned to me and gasped as I placed a small box in her palms.

“Happy Birthday!” I said.

“Really? Oh, that’s cold.” She inspected the icy cube. “You didn’t have to, Jim. The trip and dinner and everything else are plenty. More than, um, enough—”

Her voice ended in a curt inhale when she tugged out a frost-covered golden chain. Another louder gasp left her as its intricately engraved clips appeared.

“Oh, God,” she murmured as I took it from her shaking fingers.

Blue eyes flicking between me and the approaching chain, she held her ponytail clear as I connected it to the rear of the collar. At first, her eyebrows raised, but she yelped and shivered when I fed the shiny thin metal under her shirt to drop along her spine.

“F-Fuck, that’s cold.” She gnawed on her lips as I gripped the dangling chain and pulled the back of her bikini open. “Oh, m-master. What—”

A high-pitched yip tore from her as I ran the leash into her swimsuit and lifted it up through the front. With the chilly metal now beneath her, I replaced her swimsuit bottoms and smiled. Eyes white-rimmed, she huffed and swayed, gasping again when I raised the chain between her jiggling cones and fed it through the collar’s front ring.

“Ready, slut?” I asked, while giving the golden lead a quick tug.

“Oh, fuck!” shot from her as the icy cord pulled taut to her body. “You ... It’s in my ... Oh, wow.” With a shaky fist, she placed the bag on her shoulder. “Um-hmm.”

As I led her onto the veranda, her breathing never slowed. Her click-clacking heels dragged with every gentle pull on the chain. But she remained quiet, following me along the boardwalk towards the bright white sands. It was only as she struggled to descend the stairs that she gasped.

“It ... It’s rubbing my clit.” She gulped and eased down the first stair. “And my ... Oh, fuck, my butt...”

“That’s the idea.” I laughed. “Complaining?”

“Nuh-uh, m-master.” With her entire body trembling, she gazed at me with those blazing blue pools. “You’re amazing.”

“Love me?” More laughter left me as I gripped an elbow to help her.

“Mmm, yes,” she muttered while easing to the sand and removing her heels.

After that, she said nothing as I steered her towards our shaded lounge chairs. Eyes wide, she watched me loop the twinkling chain over the umbrella supports. After placing her towel and removing the shirt, she grinned at me.

“What?”

“Just that you’re the sexiest husband,” she exclaimed before lying on her spine atop the lounger.

“Uh-huh.” I scanned her pert cones and those gleaming blue pools before slipping out of my trunks. “Who are you?”

“Oh, Jim,” she whispered as her hand moved to my hard rod. Her eyes widened as it sent a silvery trail to the sand. “I’m your naughtiest, nastiest, cock-hungry little slut.”

“Yes, you are.” I spread lotion on my hands.

Before she could reply, I leaned to smear the cream across her tits, nudging their rubbery stems. As a moan fled her trembling lips, she arched into my palms and flung her head backwards. While writhing under my sweeping fingers, her fist gave my cock languid, twisting strokes.

By the time I’d driven my hands into her bottoms to shove them down her legs, she was shaking. From where it bisected her glistening, flushed petals, the glittering chain lay flat across the center of her heaving torso. Once I’d finished coating her and stepped away, tugging my shaft free of her fist, she was breathing so fast she could only stare up at me. With a grin, I shoved the white bottoms into the bag.

Blue eyes blazing, she tracked my hands, smearing sunscreen over my body. At my fingers twisting along my stiff rod, her shaky tongue appeared. And, gleaming in the sunlight, her legs spread wider.

“God, I love you so much,” she muttered.

“Yeah, I can tell,” I said, while settling to the lounge chair beside her with a sigh. “Lying here naked, leashed, and collared—”

“—by you, Jim.” That tongue whipped around her lips once more. “Nobody else.”

While nodding, I pulled the golden cord from the umbrella and smiled at her. Just as she gasped, I gave it a tug and lay back, closing my eyes. With each further gentle drag, a whimper slipped from her. Amid the surf’s rhythmic surges, voices came and went. Laughter. Muffled gasps whenever somebody noticed us. But every time I peeked, she was paying no attention to our audience. Nope, those vivid blue pools were locked on me.

Soon enough, even the tiniest pull drew a moan from her. With a smile, I rolled my head to gaze at her trembling frame.

“Pl-Please,” hissed from her as her fingers clenched tighter on the lounge chair sides.

“Please what?” I slipped the chain to the side, snagging a stiff nipple.

“F-Fuck”—with a much louder, desperate moan, she arched towards me when I snapped the golden thread over her glimmering clit—”Fuck me, Jim! Please, m-master. Mmm...”

“What? Right out there?” I gestured to the gently rolling surf beyond the beach, dotted with scattered sun-worshipers. “You want me to fuck your hot little body in the ocean, slut? In front of all those people?”

“Yes!” She nodded, her nails clawing at the wood. “Please, master.”

With a chuckle, I peeled from the chair, but when she started to rise, I yanked on the chain. A yelp flew from her, and she froze. Only once I was on my feet did I tug again. Shiny lips trembling, she eased from her lounger to stand behind me.

Smile on my face, I led her towards the foamy surf line. As gazes tracked us, I weaved among the other guests. But the soft crunch of sand trailing me never wavered. Just after my feet splashed into the cool water, her footfalls sent foam over my ankles.

When I reached back to lift a palm between her shaking legs, she moaned and shoved into my hand. As my fingers tightened, pressing the chain deeper into her seam, a much louder moan escaped her, but she remained motionless.

“Hmm, got some serious leakage, slut.” I chuckled as trickles flooded my digits.

“Jim, I swear to God.” Again, she pressed into my squeezing grip. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m gonna come right here.”

“Okay, birthday—”