Christy lay on her stomach, and her back rose and fell with her own heavy breathing. I sat back on my heels, and she sighed as my cock slid out of her.
“You okay?”
She nodded. “Tingly.”
I caressed her pink bottom and stretched toward the nightstand to snag the ribbon with the handcuff keys.
“Thank you, Mr. Kidnapper,” she said as I released her. “Did my father pay the ransom?”
“No. He told me to keep you.”
“Unh! He did not!” She pulled off the blindfold and pretend-glared over her shoulder.
“You’re going to have to pay it yourself.” I slapped her thigh with my semi-hard cock as a reminder. “The hard way.”
“Mmm, hard… Do I need to make another payment?”
“Oh, boy.” I swung my leg over hers and scooted to the side.
“Well, I have to pay if I want my freedom.” She rolled to her side and grinned up at me. “Isn’t that the deal?”
“Sounds like a letter in Penthouse.”
“Ooh, it does!” Her enthusiasm turned to a frown. “Speaking of which…?”
“No, I haven’t subscribed yet. We were so busy that I forgot. Besides, we’re about to leave town for three months.”
“That’s okay. We can stop on the way and you can buy them. It’s in the Handbook, you know. Page two.”
I laughed and lay on my back. Christy scooted closer, lay along my side, and slid her leg over mine. We sighed in mutual exhaustion.
“I thought page two was seducing your friends,” I said after a moment.
“No, that’s page six.”
“How do you remember all this stuff?”
She shrugged and fibbed, “I just do.” She changed the subject before I could ask her about it. “If we’re going to buy magazines, do we need to buy anything else?”
“Like what?”
“I dunno. Maybe flavored lube or something? A new collar? Oh, darn! We were supposed to go to the store in San Diego.”
“We were kinda busy.”
“I know.”
“Besides, we have plenty of toys to keep us occupied.”
“I know. Only, I like shopping for them.”
“Let’s try window shopping instead. Or maybe a catalog.”
“Ooh, that sounds fun! I’ll ask Brooke. She’ll know which is the best.” She sighed and fell silent, although I could feel her working up to something. “I… um… thought of something else we might need.”
“Oh?”
“Maybe some rope? And tent stakes?”
I frowned uncertainly. “What for? Camping?”
“Um, no, not exactly.”
“Then… what?”
“Think about it,” she prompted. “What do I like?”
“Well, the ropes are obvious. To tie you up.”
“Mmm hmm. And…?”
“Ah, right. The tent stakes are so we can do it outside.”
“I promise, I’ll be a good captive. I won’t scream or anything, even if you have your way with me.”
“You’re a kinky little thing,” I chuckled.
“Mmm, I know. But only for you.”
“Maybe I should thank God.”
“You should,” she said. “He made me this way. He made you like it.”
“No, I think you did that,” I said. “I wasn’t into bondage and discipline before I met you. Maybe a little, just for fun, but nothing serious.”
“Well, you’re into it now. And you’re very good at it. Master.”
“Ha! Master, huh? Okay, but… what should I do with you?”
“I have a few ideas,” she said coyly.
“I bet you do,” I chuckled. “So… tell me.”
“I can’t just tell you! You have to force it out of me.”
“Which is exactly what you want me to do.”
“Of course.”
“So… Wren was right? I don’t know what I want until you tell me?”
“No. You weren’t ready. Before, I mean.”
My eyebrows rose with a question.
She felt it and answered, “That’s what my mom thinks. Marianne too. She said you had to ‘sow your wild oats’ before you were ready to settle down.”
“And… am I? Ready to settle down?”
“I don’t know. Are you?”
“Yes and no,” I said after a moment. “I’ll be honest, I dunno if I’ll ever be ready to ‘settle down’ like Marianne and your mom mean it.”
“Good,” Christy said with obvious relief. “I won’t either.”
“But whatever I do, it’ll be with you.”
“I know. I feel the same.” She sighed. “It’s kinda scary, though, isn’t it? Not really, but you know what I mean.” She paused to gather her thoughts. “I get so worked up sometimes, especially when I think about all the things I want to do. And not just with you. Maybe I need to sow some of my own wild oats.”
“Maybe you do.”
“I’d… like that. Especially if you watch. And for the record, I don’t mean like Wren. She wants everyone to watch. I only want you. And only ’cause I know you like it.”
“That’s sort of why I enjoy bondage and discipline,” I said. “I don’t really get off from tying you up or spanking you. I get excited ’cause you get excited. The fun part is what comes after. Well, for me.”
“I like that part too, but I know what you mean. My mom says that’s what real love is, when you do something for the other person. Something you wouldn’t normally do, I mean.”
“She’s right.”
Christy fell silent and then said, “You really aren’t upset? That I don’t want to have sex with other men? I will if you want me to. Well… I’ll try. I don’t know if I can.”
“I don’t want you to. Not if you don’t want to.” I thought about it and tried to explain, “I guess it isn’t fun if I like something and you don’t. Like anal sex. Or vice versa. You like pain, but I don’t.” I held up my splint and flexed my healthy fingers. “I can live with it ’cause I have to, but I don’t particularly enjoy it.”
“I can’t explain why I like it,” she said.
“Doesn’t matter. You do. But you don’t try to make me like it too. That’s how I feel about you and other men.”
“Or me and anal sex.” She shuddered for effect.
“Exactly.”
“Thank you, by the way. For not trying to force me.”
“What? To do anal? Or to have sex with other men?”
“Either? Both!” She laughed and then fell silent. After a moment she sighed. “I’m kinda excited to do things with Trip. I know I complain about him, but Wren’s right, he’s a nice guy. Well, when he isn’t annoying me, but you know what I mean. Besides, I know how you are.”
“Oh?”
“You get excited when I talk about guys in my past and things I’ve done. So I’m kinda hoping you’ll get more excited if you watch.”
“Oh, I think I will. As long as you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Paul, dear… I love giving head. I do it for myself. Don’t get me wrong, it’s even better ’cause you enjoy it too, but that isn’t really why I do it. I know that’s kinda selfish—”
I shook my head.
“—but it’s what I discovered with Vaughn. Yeah, he was a jerk, but I didn’t really care.”
I nodded.
“At least I learned some things. About myself, I mean. Like how I like being forced. Or humiliated. The threat, at least. And I learned from you that it’s okay to do the things I used to be afraid of.”
“And that’s a good thing,” I finished.
“The best.”
* * *
Trip had left us several surprises at the Retreat, and they were all good. He’d bought a used truck, a weathered Chevy that had probably been new about the time I’d started kindergarten. He explained in a note that it ran fine, despite its looks. We’d need it to haul building supplies from town and around camp. He’d also finished the work on two of the bungalows, he wrote, so Christy and I wouldn’t have to sleep on an air mattress in the clubhouse. Last but certainly not least, he’d installed the pool pump and filter equipment.