The vacation house sat quiet against the mountains, a rental Maya had picked out with the kind of casual confidence she brought to everything. She’d been sunning herself on the deck all afternoon while Raj hid inside, reorganizing his suitcase for the third time. Best friends since college, and still he couldn’t figure out how to be normal around her.
“Raj! Get out here, the hot tub’s ready.”
Her voice cut through the sliding glass door. He shuffled out in board shorts and a t-shirt, clutching two beers like a peace offering. Maya was already in the water, arms spread along the edge, dark hair piled up in a messy knot. Her red bikini top was working overtime.
“You’re overdressed,” she said, smirking.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re sweating through your shirt. Just get in.”
He set the beers down and climbed in carefully, keeping his distance. The jets rumbled against his back. Maya watched him with that look she got sometimes—like she was reading a book he hadn’t realized he’d left open.
“So,” she said, “this is nice. Just us.”
“Yeah.”
“No one around for miles.”
“Yeah.”
“You’re so fucking nervous, Raj. It’s cute.”
He laughed, too high-pitched. “I’m not nervous.”
Maya slid through the water toward him. Her knee bumped his thigh. “You’ve been in love with me since, what, junior year?”
The air left his lungs. “I don’t—”
“Don’t.” She put a wet finger to his lips. “I’ve always known. And you know I’ve always known. That’s the game, isn’t it?”
He couldn’t speak. She was so close now, the heat of the water nothing compared to the heat radiating off her skin. Her eyes were dark and pleased.
“Stand up,” she said.
He obeyed without thinking. Water sluiced down his chest. Maya remained seated, looking up at him, and then her hand found the waistband of his shorts.
“These are in the way.”
“Maya—”
“Shh.” She tugged. The wet fabric slid down his thighs, and his dick sprang free, already half-hard and rising fast. She pulled the shorts all the way off and tossed them onto the deck. Then she leaned back, arms spread again, surveying him.
“There. That’s better. You’re going to stay like that.”
He stood naked in the bubbling water while she stayed clothed in her tiny bikini. The contrast made his head spin. She was fully in control, and she knew it. He was just a body for her amusement.
“Come here,” she whispered.
He waded forward. She reached up, pulled his face down to hers, and kissed him. Her mouth was hot and tasted like sunscreen and something sweeter underneath. She bit his lower lip, just hard enough to make him gasp.
“You’re going to do everything I say tonight,” she murmured against his mouth. “Aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I’ll do everything you say.”
She smiled and pushed him back. “Get out. I want you on your hands and knees.”
He climbed out, water dripping down his legs, and dropped to the warm wooden deck. The planks were rough against his palms and knees. Maya rose from the tub like some kind of goddess, water streaming off her curves. She walked inside and came back with something in her hand—a black leather leash.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” he breathed.
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” She clipped it to the collar of his t-shirt, since that was the only thing he still wore. “Bark for me.”
His face burned. “Maya…”
“Bark. Like a good dog.”
He let out a small, humiliating “woof.”
“Louder.”
“Woof! Woof!”
She laughed, delighted. “Good boy. Now follow.”
She walked inside, leash in hand, and he crawled after her on all fours. His dick swung heavy beneath him, fully erect now, dripping pre-cum onto the floor. She led him through the living room, into the master bedroom, and finally stopped beside the bed.
“Up,” she said, pointing.
He climbed onto the mattress. She unhooked the leash from his shirt but kept it in her hand, letting the leather trail across his chest, his stomach, his thighs. Then she undressed herself—slowly, deliberately—until she was as naked as he was. Her body was all smooth brown skin and curves that made his mouth water.
“You’re going to confess something,” she said, straddling his chest. Her pussy hovered just above his mouth, close enough to smell. “Every dirty thought you’ve ever had about me. Start talking.”
“I love you,” he choked out. “I’ve always loved you. I think about you constantly. I jerk off thinking about you. Every fucking day.”
“I know you do.” She lowered herself onto his face. “Show me.”
He ate her out like a starving man, tongue working her clit, lips sucking, jaw aching. She rode his face and pulled his hair and called him her good little bitch. When she finally came, it was with a sharp cry that echoed through the empty house.
But she wasn’t done.
She slid off him and reached under the bed, producing a harness and a smooth silicone dildo. His eyes went wide.
“Turn over,” she said.
“Maya, I’ve never—”
“I know.” She strapped it on, adjusting the buckles with practiced efficiency. “That’s what makes it so perfect.”
He turned onto his stomach. She lubed him up with cold gel, one finger, then two, stretching him slowly while he whimpered into the pillow. Then she leaned over his back, her breasts pressing against his shoulder blades, and whispered directly into his ear.
“Tell me you love me again.”
“I love you,” he sobbed.
She pushed inside him, just the tip, and he gasped.