Anchors Away

Edward unclasped his hand from Lee's mouth and rolled off her body, a long line of sweat, cum, and juices streaming from both of their bodies. "Damn, you're such a little screamer," he whispered to her.

"None of your cronies are in any of the rooms around us! And I'm not loud!" She started laughing, rolling over onto her stomach and stretching. Edward took the opportunity to pry apart her reddened cheeks and stare at her. "Besides, you're the one that wrapped your mouth around my... oh, my..." Her face got as red as her behind, and she let her hair fall across her face to hide.

Edward let one sharp spank fall across her butt and then said, "Get up and go to the bathroom."

"What? Why? I don't have to go."

"Lee, you go to the bathroom every hour. On the hour. And usually the half hours too."

"I know, but I went before we... I don't have to go."

Edward sat up and yanked the covers off them. "Just go. Do it."

"Okay, okay," she said, reaching for the plush robe provided by the luxury Bahamian hotel. She went -- because she could always go -- and came out to find Edward already dressed in his company logo shirt and khaki pants. "What time is your meeting?"

"I've got to be down there in fifteen minutes. I already ordered you a breakfast, and it should be on its way before I leave. What are you doing today?"

Lee slithered up to him and cupped his cock through his pants. "You, I hope," she purred. He pushed her back onto the bed, laughing.

"I have meetings today. You know that. Board stuff."

"I know, silly. I'll just lay out and work on tanning this body for my sexy, wonderful boss. Maybe have a fruity frozen drink or two. Gossip with the other 'wives' hahaha." She bent over, rifling through the drawer they had designated for their bathing suits.

"Wrong," he said, grasping her tiny wrist and pulling her upright. He jerked back the heavy hotel room curtains and it was squalling.

"Oh my! It's really awful out there!" Lee said, peering out as the palm trees gusted over almost bent in half. Buckets of rain flooded down. "I'm so glad your meetings are in the hotel, honey," she said.

"Get the pink rope out of my suitcase," Edward muttered, almost embarrassed. It was one of his concessions to Lee, his small indulgences for her that he refused to admit enjoying, though he did all the same. On a recent trip to his favorite hardware store, Lee wandered while Edward waited for some paint to be mixed. She often pointed out "pink" offerings to him throughout the store, and he cringed at the embarrassment of any man who would actually be seen dead carrying -- let alone purchasing -- the stuff. The night before the trip, Edward had finally broken through one of Lee's walls, and she had laid before him with her legs spread, her fingers inside of herself. When he asked her to pinch her lips and spread them open for him, she did. When he asked her to lick her fingers and slide them inside, she did. When he asked her to pull up on her clit hood and reveal the shiny, hard button within, she did. When he asked her to not break eye contact with him, she didn't, but he figured it was a big step for her anyway. So when she barreled up to him with her arms full of thick, braided, neon pink rope, he relented and purchased a few yards. He didn't even argue, figuring at the worst case, he could always dye it black when she was bad one day.

As she was rifling through his suitcase for the rope, she chattered on. "Well, that sucks about not laying out. I was totally in the mood for a pina colada. Or a strawberry dacqueri. Or a strawberry pina colada. Yummm. Well, I'll just walk around I guess. I can probably borrow an umbrella from the front desk, and there are some cute shops really close by. Maybe some of the valets can give me a ride. I can look for some presents for my parents and maybe for Lance."

Edward grabbed hold of the collar of Lee's plush robe and shook it open. "You're going to wander around town? By yourself? Or -- this is even better -- ask one of the local young men to get in a car with you and drive you around? You have got to be kidding me!"

"Edward! It's no big deal. Maybe some of the other 'wives' are headed somewhere. You didn't seem to mind me socializing last night!"

Edward instantly got a picture from the previous evening. They had already been on the island for a few days, and Lee's tan was darkening nicely. Her spaghetti strapped, short flowery dress fit in perfectly with the island theme. Edward had left her (after calming her momentary panic session) with some of the other more chatty wives of the board members, and joined the other men on a lanai for a cigar. After about half an hour, he turned to look in on Lee. He caught her laughing at something one of the other women said, her head thrown back and hand on her angular hipbone. The moonlight streamed in and he could swear he saw her (lack of) underwear. He'd insisted she remove it for the evening, as her dress was fully lined, and he required access to her pussy the entire evening. He'd spent the better part of their banquet hall dinner by her side with his fingers deep inside of her, requiring her to continue participating in the wives' conversation as if nothing explosive was happening below the table skirt.

"Lee, you're staying here. It's two hours. Deal with it. I'll be back to take you out to lunch or shopping or whatever before you know it."

"What am I supposed to do?"

Then Edward smiled. "Take off your robe and lay down on the bed with your hands and feet towards the post."

Lee knew to instantly comply, but she still hadn't learned not to question him just yet. As he secured one of her hands and both feet with the rope, she grabbed him with her other arm. "Edward, didn't you say there was someone coming to bring food? Are you going to cover me up?"

As if it was planned, there was a knock on their door and a muted voice called, "Room service." Edward smiled evilly, and headed to their door. Luckily, the hallway between the door and the bed was long, and he was able to receive the dining tray without giving the service clerk more of a tip than he'd ever gotten before.

"Oh, thank goodness. But you know you can't leave me this way! All stretched out! Naked... What if..."

"Lee, calm down, baby," he wound another loop of the rope from the headboard and draped it around her collarbone. He'd never ever leave her with a rope around her neck with the possibility of it tightening without him being right next to her. But he knew how she liked to feel secure, and the hefty weight bearing down would be an extra perk for her. "Everything is taken care of." He then took a final amount of rope and wound it around her waist like a belt, then tied a knot about a foot down. "Push your pussy up towards my face," he said, and she instantly complied. "No, not for that, you little pervert." He wound the rest of the length of rope around her and belted it so that the length of rope ran directly between her legs. He saw her puffy little lips attempting to accommodate it on each side. The knot rested directly over her clit. He attached it to the back of the "belt" and tugged once for good measure. She shrieked as the bristles raked over her most sensitive areas.

Edward bustled around the room, placing objects along the right side of Lee's body, within reach of her free arm. Cell phone. Hotel room phone. Breakfast foods. Book. TV remote.

"Edward, no! What if someone comes in?"

"Then they'll get a super special surprise, won't they? No, silly, I put the do not disturb sign on the door." He patted her breasts as he yanked each knot to ensure it was tight.

"Edward, what if I have to go to the bathroom!" Lee panicked.

"You just went." He could see it sync up in her mind now. "Besides, I'm not leaving you any water. You'll just have to hold it."

"What if something happens? What if..."

"Lee, stop arguing. There's nothing you can say that would make me change my mind. You are going to be fine. And by the way, I'll be watching."

"Haha, yeah right, because you're the great all-knowing Edward." She laughed nervously.

Edward reached between Lee's spread, taut legs and easily pinched one of her inner lips, which were in complete, broad-daylight display. "No, because of this!" He pointed at their television set. Lee squinted, and noticed that there was a tiny ball-like object on the top of it that wasn't there before. "What is that? Is that a ... oh my god, no way!"

"Yep. I've got a web cam that's syncing to my phone. I'll be staring right into that delectable little pussy of yours -- of mine -- while listening to boring board stuff."

"You won't show anyone else, right?"

Edward snorted. "Yeah, Lee, that's just what I want to do. I'm going to lean over to the President and be like, 'Hey man, this little hot piece of ass is waiting for me in my room. What you got? Let's watch her eat a croissant. Hot!' I don't think so."

"Do we have to do this?"

Edward touched something on his palm phone, then activated the web cam. His phone sprung to life. He placed the phone into the space where her collarbone stuck out, and instructed her to stare at it. Then, he thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. The jolt shocked her, but as she was anchored to the bed, she couldn't dislodge herself. She cried out his name, begging him to fuck her. She looked down on the little screen, and had an intimate view right into her own body. "Oh, Edward," she sighed.

"If you're a good girl, I'll finish what I started after my meeting," he said, wiping her juice across her own mouth. Then he kissed her, pulled her nipple, and quietly left the room.

"Holy hell, what am I going to do? What if someone comes in? Ok, no one's going to come in. Edward protects me, I'm his. It's in his best interest to see that I'm ok. Yeah, he definitely wants to SEE that I'm OK. He wants to SEE everything. What am I going to do? Maybe I'll try to take a little nap. No, I'll eat something first. He certainly won't need to watch that up close," Lee said, picking at the pastries and fruit.

She tried closing her eyes, but the intensity of the ropes had her too hot. She stretched, and then gasped at how it felt with the knot moving. She tried again, and inched herself down the bed. Edward had left a tiny bit of wiggle room for her. She began to lose herself, moving her hips up and down so the knot pushed in back and forth. Her little lips caught the rope and held it.

Lee's breathing got a bit ragged. She slowly trailed her free hand down to the rope, and realized that she could tug at it at will. She experimented with pushing the knot between her lips. Then she pulled up on her clit hood and shifted so the knot hit against her exposed clit. Instantly, she screamed, and her entire body racked rigid. "Oh, my fucking god, that is intense." As she came down from the shock, her eyes rested on the little round web cam. She had completely forgotten about Edward, and wondered what he thought of her little show. She was sure the camera couldn't pick up the intense blush that had just spread across her face.

"I can't believe I just... that he's watching... I'm so embarrassed," she said to herself. She vowed to stay stock still until Edward came back and ravished her for being a good girl. Then she sneezed. And the knot shifted back into place, bumping her clitoris and coming to rest between her lips again, spreading them open slightly. Lee then tried to make herself sneeze again, but couldn't. "Well, maybe I could just..." With a shy look towards the camera, Lee trailed her hand down her body again, and grasped the length of rope above the knot. She slowly pulled it up her body, hitting her clit over and over again. She had no idea whether Edward could see, or was watching, but she threw back her head and panted, gasping for air, tangled up in rope, and submitting to its coarse, powerful pull.