Bondage isn’t really a thing I’ve done much with Kevin. We’ve played with handcuffs and silk scarves. One time he tied me to a tree with a rope and fucked me as we laughed in the moonlight. But he really has a thing for mermaids, so I kind of thought we could improvise and combine his fantasy with some kinky play.

On the first day of our beach trip, I handed him a box containing the necessary pieces for my plan. But when Kevin opened up the package and saw its contents, he looked mystified.

The fabric strips were patterned to look as if they were covered with fish scales. There was some netting, too. I wanted to have some fun on our vacation, and this had seemed like a good idea after a few glasses of wine with my girlfriends.

“I don’t get it,” he said.

“So you can snare your dream girl.”

“My dream girl?”

“Your fishy dream girl.”

He realized what I meant and laughed, but then I saw his expression change. Clearly, some dirty ideas were swimming in his head, and a thrill of excitement shot through me. He was planning, and that was turning me on.

I watched him pensively fingering the fabric and touching the netting.

“You really want this?” he asked.

“Oh, yeah. We’re away. Let’s have some fun. Let’s get kinky.”

He grinned at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. He was happy, but he was excited, too.

“When?” he asked, and I could see his cock was already hard in his shorts.

Just the way he said “when” made my pussy wet. The thought of him taking his time to bind me. Living out his fantasy. Fucking me the way he wanted. It was intoxicating.

“When do you want?” I proposed.

“Now.”

I pulled my dress over my head and let him see I was nude beneath it. My nipples were tight and tender. Through our rental’s open sliding door, I could see the ocean rolling in and surging out. But there were no people. We were on a private section of a beautiful, white sand beach.

He led me to the indoor chaise not far from the room’s exit and laid out the netting on the floor. As I reclined on the lounge chair, he ran his hands up and down my legs. The ocean breeze coursed over my body, while his fingers danced across my shaved mound. His wandering digits slid along my pussy folds, then his fingertip found my clit. He drew a lazy pattern on my button, and pleasure filled me up, so much so that my back arched. His finger slid into my wet cunt, and he fucked me slowly.

I was breathless as he dipped his head to suck one of my nipples between his lips. He bit me none too gently, and I groaned with desire and longing. A second finger joined the first, and he jammed them into me deeply before nearly pulling free. He repeated the action over and over again until I could barely think and certainly couldn’t stay still.

He moved lower and covered my pussy with his mouth. He sucked me gently for a moment, then his questing tongue found my clit. I squirmed, and he licked me until I was panting. Then he grabbed a long strip of the patterned fabric and wound it around my hips and thighs. He was careful to tug my legs apart to create a bit of slack before he tied it off. He took another piece of fabric, winding it lower and lower to bind my knees and calves. I was gasping for air, my greedy pussy thumping and wet.

He smacked my mound through the fabric. I bucked and said, “Ow!”

“Hush, pretty, or I’ll hush you up.”

The threat of a gag was evident, and somehow it spiraled my arousal up and off the charts!

My chest heaved, and my nipples were like pink pebbles. I wiggled my legs and found I couldn’t really part them much.

Kevin planted a hot, wet kiss on my mouth, tweaked a tingling nipple, and then selected another long strip. The fabric was soft against my skin. He wound it lower, and I wiggled my feet in a desperate attempt to prove I was still somewhat autonomous.

But Kevin nipped that rebellion in the bud with a few swoops of fabric. He’d really gotten the hang of this whole bondage thing.

Scooping me up in his arms, Kevin carried me to the threshold. I stared out at the ocean and wondered what it would be like to be a real mermaid, effortlessly gliding through the refreshingly cold water.

I had a blinding moment of panic when I thought he was going to take me onto the sand. But he stopped right by the door and deposited me on the netting, wrapping it around me.

“Look what I caught!” he crowed.

I would have laughed, but I was too turned on. Excitement bloomed in my belly and then pooled lower. This was what I wanted; I could hear the thrill in his voice.

Kevin trailed his fingertips over my bare breasts, running them down the valley of my cleavage and over my tight nipples that poked through the large diamond-shaped holes in the netting. My dark hair was hanging free, and my legs were bound together with the fish-scale fabric.

The mermaid was real, and she was his.

He tugged the top of the net up and hooked it over the sturdy metal handle of the sliding door. This positioned me at a very slight incline. My body sparkled with anticipation.

Kevin yanked off his shorts, got down on his knees and then straddled my chest. I could feel the warmth of his body on my bare belly.

His cock was hard and long, and he was stroking it. His breath was harsh, his eyes glittering with want. He brushed his dick along my lower lip and then trailed it across the top one. I stared into his eyes, and he said, “Take it, pretty. Put your mouth on me.”

I opened my lips and let him push his cock into my mouth. I pressed my tongue against the underside of him, feeling the ridges of his rod as his shaft advanced.

Kevin shut his eyes, thrusting deep into my mouth. Then his eyes were open again, taking in every moment as his mermaid sucked his cock. He pushed deeper, but controlled his movements. He made me gag just enough, so my eyes watered the way he liked. It turned him on. The mild struggle. The thought that his dick was just a hair too much for me. Although in truth, it wasn’t.

I sucked in a breath as he withdrew some. Then he plunged back in with a groan. He pushed his fingers into my hair, holding my head as he said, “I want to fuck my prize. I want to find the wettest place on this sexy sea creature and fill her up.”

I shivered at the set of his jaw and the demanding tone of his voice.

He manhandled me as he gathered the netting and tossed me over his shoulder like I was his catch of the day. My head was down, my ass up and my hair swaying as he took me out to the patio that overlooked the beach. Though I’d earlier panicked at the thought of being outdoors, I was now beyond excited. Our role-play had me hornier than ever!

The sun had nearly disappeared. The light was grayish, but the mighty ocean still roared.

He dropped me onto the patio’s faded sofa and gazed at me lasciviously.

“You’re enchanting,” he murmured.

I sighed, enjoying the breeze and listening to the song of the restless water.

He lifted my legs up, so my body made a right angle and then his fingers were worming through the fabric he’d woven around me. I understood his desire for some slack in my bonds as his fingers dove between my thighs and brushed against my naked crotch. My cunt was swollen and wet. I was still on edge from when he’d first wrapped me up, and I was ready to fuck.

Kevin slid one finger, and then two, into my pussy as I gasped.

“Ah, I found it. The wetness I was looking for,” he said.

I nodded, breathless. The breeze grew cooler, causing my warm skin to erupt in goose bumps.

Kevin angled himself just so, with one leg resting on the sofa and the other on the ground. His insistent cock worked through the fabric until it found my wet cunt. He slid in slowly, minding the tail of his own construction. He held my ankles, still swathed in the scaled fabric. He fucked me steadily, rocking into me leisurely. I moved my body against his as much as I was able. I was trying so hard to get him where I needed him, so I could come. My pussy was aroused and desperate, but my orgasm seemed elusive.

“That’s it,” he said, almost as if speaking to himself.

He held me with a firmer hand and fucked me faster and harder. His movements seemed to quicken at the demand of his pleasure.

I reached for him, clutching at the hands that held me—feeding his fantasy by squirming like a captive creature.

He groaned and bent over slightly, pushing my legs back toward my head just a bit. I was grateful for my flexibility in that moment. He pumped into me energetically, and then he came with a loud shout that was swallowed by the crashing waves.

I felt his pleasure fill me, but he wasn’t done with me.

“My sea siren hasn’t come yet,” he said.

Easing my legs down, Kevin’s hands grabbed the fabric over my mound and began to stretch and tear it to expose me. He found my clit with his tongue. The brush of it over my button lit me up inside, and I gasped at the intensity of the sensation. He pushed the tattered fabric aside to find my wet hole. He pushed a finger into my cunt, and his own come eased the glide of his digit, which was soon joined by a second.

I gasped again, my mouth gaping very much like a beached mermaid, but he continued his teasing torment. Resting his free hand on my belly to hold me still, he pumped his fingers in and out of me, rocketing in and out of the wetness of his release and my overflowing juices. He latched onto my clit and sucked, drawing on it gently at first, then harder and harder until I lost it.

I came, shaking wildly in the remnants of my bonds as his fingers continued to plunder me.

When my spasms finally subsided, I asked, “Well, how was it?”

“Magical,” he sighed. “Dare I say epic.”

He started to unwind the fabric, and I asked, “Plan to do anymore mermaid fishing on our vacation?”

“You bet,” he replied. “I’m hooked.”