This story is raw, shameless, and drenched in desire. It's about control, obsession, and the hunger we pretend not to have. Every scene pushes limits - emotional and physical. If you're looking for polite erotica, this isn't it. But if you crave heat, power, and temptation?
Chapter 30
Bikini Bait & Auction
The sun was already high when they rolled up to the marina. Katherine’s big sunglasses caught the light, her sunhat tilted just enough to throw her smirk in shadow. She stepped out first, legs long and toned under that silky scarf, hips swaying like she knew exactly who was watching.
Ayla slid out next, a shy grin blooming when Tommy reached to help her down. Her tiny denim shorts were already unzipped at the front, the bright edge of her floral bikini bottoms peeking out like an accidental promise. She caught her reflection in the SUV’s window and tugged her hair loose again just so it looked a little more wild.
Jess hopped out last. The red bikini top hugged her tits tight, the bottoms laced in that wicked X shape at her hips. She adjusted her sunglasses, ponytail bouncing as she stretched, arching her back just because she could. When she turned to see Tommy’s eyes dragging over her, she gave him a smirk that said, “I know what you’re thinking, and you’re right.”
Tommy just leaned back against the SUV, arms folded, cargo shorts slung low on his hips. The polo hugged his chest, the sleeves snug around those arms. Every inch of him looked like trouble the second he cut that grin at Ayla and flicked the undone zipper on her shorts.
They walked down the dock like they owned it. Katherine up front, hips rolling slow under the sheer scarf, sunglasses catching every hungry glance. Jess at her side, red bikini popping bright against her tan skin, ponytail swaying like she was every man’s summer wet dream. Ayla stuck close to Tommy’s side, giggling shyly when he slipped his hand into her back pocket, thumb brushing that teasing triangle of bikini bottom peeking above her undone shorts.
The beach bar sat right at the edge of the sand, tiki roof, palm fans spinning, speakers humming that slow, bass-heavy song that made hips sway on instinct. Katherine ordered the first round, something cold, fruity, and wickedly strong. They leaned against the bar in a little knot, four heads close, shoulders brushing, laughing at the way every eye seemed to stick to them.
Ayla sipped her drink, legs crossed at the ankles, one hand brushing Tommy’s thigh under the bar. Jess popped her straw between her lips, giving Tommy a look that made his cock twitch behind those shorts, a promise, a dare, all in one wicked little grin.
Katherine tipped her sunglasses down just enough to catch it all. She let out that slow purr of a laugh that said she was two sips from trouble. “Mmm, look at you two. Better save some for later.”
They drifted from the bar to their private cabana, a shady little nest tucked just above the sand with a perfect view of the water. Tommy stripped off his polo, stretching that wide chest as he dropped it onto the lounger. Ayla bit her lip when his abs flexed, the little line that dipped into his shorts making her press her thighs together.
“I’m gonna swim,” he said, dropping a kiss on Ayla’s shoulder. His hand gave that open zipper a playful tug, then slapped Jess’s ass. “Behave.”
Jess just cackled, flopping onto her stomach, her red bikini strings dangling untied to tan her back. “No promises.”
Katherine perched at the edge, legs stretched out in the sun, the scarf slipping just enough to tease the curve of her hip. She slid her sunglasses up, a wicked grin flicking to Ayla’s blush. “Relax, baby. Summer’s just getting good.”
They hadn’t even been sprawled out ten minutes before the stares got shameless. Two cabanas over, the rich old boys who had been pretending not to look finally gave up the act, a flicker of boldness after too many rum drinks and the sight of three barely-covered goddesses lounging like a private porn shoot.
They hadn’t even been sprawled out ten minutes before the stares got shameless. Two cabanas over, the rich old boys who had been pretending not to look finally gave up the act, a flicker of boldness after too many rum drinks and the sight of three barely-covered goddesses lounging like a private porn shoot.
At first the comments floated over like jokes, the kind of playful lines men threw out when they expected nothing back. But when the girls didn’t shut it down, when Katherine tilted her scarf a little higher and Marla gave a sly grin, the tone shifted. What started as teasing suddenly had weight, and the men leaned in, testing just how far the game might go.
One leaned over first, sunglasses perched low on his nose, big gold watch glinting in the sun. He raised his glass, voice just loud enough for the girls to hear over the low thump of summer music. “Hope you don’t mind, ladies, but you’re making it real hard for us to focus on our wives.”
Katherine didn’t even flinch. She propped herself up on one elbow, lips curling into that sly purr. “Mmm, we don’t mind. You’re not the first today.” She adjusted her scarf, giving them just a glimpse more thigh. Teasing, but deliberate.
Jess lifted her sunglasses, flicked her tongue over her straw. “Yeah? You boys having a hard time back there?” Her voice dripped with that filthy sparkle that made men lean closer without even thinking.
Ayla giggled, trying to hide her grin behind her drink, but Katherine nudged her with a toe. “Don’t hide, baby. Let ‘em see how pretty that shy smile is.”
The boldest guy leaned forward, sunglasses tipped low, his voice rougher now. “Truth is, we’d pay damn good money to see you girls drop those bikinis. Hell, just a peek would be worth it.”
One of the wives, stunning in that older, manicured way, fake tits, plump lips, sun-kissed hair, let out a soft laugh, swatting his arm. “Oh, hush. They don’t need your drunk nonsense.”
Katherine didn’t miss a beat. She tipped her head back, sunglasses sliding down her nose, eyes cutting over the wives too. “Oh, I don’t mind. If they wanna spend, why not let ‘em dream, huh?”
Jess snorted. “What’s damn good money, baby?”
The guy threw it out like it was nothing. “Ten grand.”
Katherine purred. “Sweetheart, that’s what my bag cost. You’ll have to do better.”
Jess laughed low. “Ten grand for a peek? That’s what our bikinis cost.”
Ayla’s cheeks flamed pink. She squirmed on her lounger, zipper on her shorts sliding just a touch lower when her hips shifted. One of the husbands caught it, nearly choking on his drink.
“Twenty,” he croaked, leaning forward now. Then, louder, bolder, like he couldn’t stop himself... “Fuck it. Fifty if you take that pretty top off and let us watch a minute.”
Katherine’s lips curved slow and dangerous, that look that made even Ayla’s thighs press tight together. She flicked her eyes to Jess, then Ayla, then back to the men. “Mmm. Fifty? Maybe we should make you boys bid for it. Highest number gets the front row.”
One of the wives, a redhead with perfect fake lips and a diamond big enough to blind, leaned back on her lounger, grin lazy and wicked. “Shit, if he doesn’t pay, I might,” she drawled. “Hell, I’d pay front-row prices myself to see you girls strip each other down.”
Jess barked out a low laugh, dragging a hand down her belly to where her red bikini barely clung. “Mmm, you hear that, Ayla? Maybe you should show these sugar daddies what a shy good girl really looks like when she’s dripping.”
Ayla hid her grin behind her drink but peeked at the men through her lashes. The zipper on her shorts slipped another inch when she crossed her legs just to feel Tommy’s absence that much more.
Katherine turned that wicked queen smile to the boldest guy. “Fifty grand, and all you get is a peek? Mmm. Maybe we should charge by the inch. Or by the moan.”
That made the men laugh, nervous and giddy. One of them, already flushed, grabbed his wife’s knee like he needed permission just to talk. “Fuck it. What if it’s more than a peek? What if we want to see you actually… do it? Right there on the beach.”
His wife let out a sharp bark of a laugh, shaking her head with that manicured elegance. “You’re out of your mind, baby. But if they actually went for it?” Her smile curled dangerous, eyes sliding over Katherine and Jess like she was measuring them. “I wouldn’t look away.”
The air thickened, salty, sticky, rich with that low pulse of filth just waiting to explode. Katherine tipped her head, lips pursed in mock thought. “Do it? Here? Mmm. Now you’re getting interesting.”
That’s when the shadows shifted, a bigger shadow falling over Ayla’s shoulder as she giggled. Tommy was back, towel tossed around his neck, saltwater still dripping down his broad chest. His swim shorts clung soaked and low, the thick outline of his cock print heavy enough to make the wives swallow hard.
Ayla squeaked when he brushed her shoulder with a thumb. He leaned down, planting a slow kiss to her temple, then ruffled her hair with that lazy, knowing grin. “What’s all this, huh?”
Katherine looked up at him, sunglasses sliding down just enough for him to see that wicked spark in her eyes. “Oh, baby. You’ll like this. These boys say they’ll drop fifty grand just to see us naked. Maybe a bit more if we do more than that.”
Tommy barked a low laugh, shaking his head, dripping water onto Ayla’s thigh. He flicked his gaze to the guys and the wives, that big cocky smirk tugging at his lips as he dragged the towel slowly down his chest. “Fifty? Boys, you won’t be disappointed at all. Better come up with a number they can’t refuse.”
One of the wives licked her lips, no shame, eyes glued to where Tommy’s swim shorts stuck like a second skin. “Fuck. I’d pay a hundred just to watch him fuck you three open on our yacht.”
Jess giggled, that savage little sound making Ayla squirm. “A hundred? For all of us? Honey, that’s an insult.”
The boldest guy leaned forward, raising his glass in a toast. “Two hundred. Two fifty if we get to see it up close. No cameras. Just us. You, him… whoever you need to make it filthy.”
Katherine grinned slow, flicking her eyes to Tommy, then back to the wives who were practically squeezing their thighs together in their loungers. "Mmm. You want to see us pound each other on your fancy yacht? That's a lot of zeros... but maybe we'll make it worth every penny."
The redhead wife giggled, slapped her husband’s shoulder, a mixture of nervous excitement and wicked curiosity in her eyes. “You say no, I’ll drown you right here,” she teased, knowing full well how badly he wanted the show and herself just as intrigued by the three women’s teasing confidence.
Tommy’s voice dropped, low and rich, pressing a thumb lightly to Ayla’s mouth to steady her flush. He murmured to Katherine, eyes flicking to Jess’s wide, wicked grin. “This is gonna be wild,” he said, feeling the electric tension crackle in the air. The wives’ boldness and the men’s greedy smiles made it clear the scene would be more than a casual tease, this crowd wanted a full, decadent show.
Ayla let out the softest, filthiest giggle, thighs pressing tight as the warm weight of Tommy’s wet shorts grazed her hip. The tension thickened like warm honey, heavy, sweet, and just waiting to drip.
The redhead with perfect fake lips and a diamond ring that could sink a dinghy leaned forward, grin lazy and wicked. “I’m Vivienne,” she said, nodding to the tall, broad-shouldered man behind her. “That’s Bruce, Isabel over there,” she flicked toward the toned brunette with sharp tennis arms, “and Monica,” her eyes rested on the sun-kissed blonde lounging nearest the water. “All of us part of the Queen’s Sin crew.”
Katherine raised an eyebrow, smirk flicking over her lips. “Queen’s Sin, huh? Sounds tempting.” She glanced at Ayla and Jess, who mirrored her grin. “Shall we make this official?”
Vivienne’s grin sharpened, leaning closer. “We’ll make it worth your while. Two fifty K for the whole show, on our yacht at Dock 7. You’ll have every bit of privacy you want and then some.”
Katherine slid her phone into Vivienne’s hand. Vivienne tapped quickly, saying, “I’ll save my number in here. Text me when you’re ready, or if you want to up the ante.” She saved it under “Queen’s Sin,” eyes sparkling with anticipation. “Bring more cock. Make the show wild. Keep us wet, and we’ll make sure the tips keep flowing. My husband loves a good surprise.”
Bruce gave a low approving grunt. Isabel bit her lip, eyes flicking from Katherine to Tommy with a mix of curiosity and hunger. Monica hummed under her breath, eyes locked on Tommy’s thick outline, already imagining the possibilities.
Jess barked out a filthy laugh, smacking Ayla’s thigh. Ayla squeaked, pressing her thighs together, that shy little giggle dripping like honey. “Mmm. More cock, more tip,” she echoed, eyes flicking at Tommy like she already knew whose name she’d be moaning first.
Tommy leaned back, water glistening on his chest, towel draped loose around his neck, that thick cock print making the wives shift in their seats. “Hope you got deep pockets, baby,” he rumbled, voice low enough to make Ayla shiver.
Vivienne winked. “Dock 7. Queen’s Sin. Don’t be late, my loves.”
Katherine pocketed her phone, slow and queen-like. “Oh, they’ll get their money’s worth. And more.”
They turned away, giggling like sinners with a secret, the black and gold yacht at the end of the dock waiting like the sweetest, filthiest promise summer ever made.