Chapter 14: The Game in the Dunes

When they walked out of the restaurant, they didn’t just leave — they arrived. All three of them together, the kind of trio that made heads turn and conversations pause.

Faith’s slitted dress fluttered around her legs like a whisper. Kacie’s sheer cover left very little to the imagination, especially under the midday sun. Paul, flanked by both, wore the easy confidence of a man who knew exactly how lucky he was — and wasn’t about to apologize for it.

Eyes followed them as they walked. Some curious, others envious, a few openly staring. But they didn’t shrink from the attention. If anything, they soaked it in. Faith brushed a kiss against Paul’s cheek. Kacie whispered something in his ear that made him grin and shift slightly in his shorts.

The beach unfolded ahead, a stretch of pale sand framed by low dunes and gentle surf. The waves kissed the shore in soft sighs as they kicked off their sandals and let the warmth seep into their bare feet.

They walked slowly, letting the salt air settle on their skin, trailing fingers along each other’s arms, teasing and laughing, still drunk on the energy of the afternoon.

Kacie stopped suddenly and pointed to a path barely visible through the trees. “Come with me,” she said, her voice low. “I’ve been here before. There’s a spot just off the beach. Quiet. Hidden. I used to sunbathe there ... without tan lines.”

Paul and Faith shared a look — the kind that said this just keeps getting better — and followed.

The path led to a secluded clearing, tucked beneath overhanging palms and thick brush. A worn blanket still half-buried in the sand formed a soft place to sit. The shade kept it cool, the air still rich with the scent of salt and warm skin.

They sat for a moment, catching their breath, letting the quiet settle.

Then Faith stood.

“Lie down,” she told Paul.

He didn’t hesitate. He stretched out on his back, looking up at her as she straddled him to unfasten his shorts, revealing him fully — already hard, already ready.

She turned to Kacie with a wicked gleam. “Here’s your task, pet. You’re going to use that talented mouth of yours to make him come. Meanwhile, I will be sitting on his face.”

Kacie blinked, her lips already parting in anticipation.

“But here’s the twist,” Faith went on. “If you make him come before he finishes me, that plug comes out.”

Kacie perked up.

“But if I win,” Faith said, voice darkening slightly, “you keep the plug in and ... earn yourself a bit more punishment tonight.”

She paused, then added with a slow smile, “You can touch yourself. But you’re not allowed to come. Understood?”

Kacie hesitated. It was tempting. But she already knew the answer. Her lips curled into a smile. “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good girl,” Faith purred.

Kacie dropped to her knees beside Paul, her hand wrapping around him immediately as her head dipped down. Faith turned and stepped forward, her dress still on, and slowly sank down to straddle Paul’s head, blocking his view, sealing him into darkness.