by M. G. Morgan
I nodded and let her get to work. She pulled out outfit after outfit and I was shocked to discover how many of them fit. There was nothing that she had brought with her that was too small. In fact it was as though everything was tailor made for me and fitted the curves of my body perfectly.
When we had finally settled on several outfits she held her hand out to me. "Nice working with you, Miss?"
"Grant," I replied keeping my voice as aloof as possible.
"Well Miss Grant, enjoy it while it lasts." She smiled once more before turning on her heel and flouncing from the room. The rest of her minions didn't even look at me as they followed her out. I sat on the edge of the bed. The skirt I wore was expensive linen and I knew it would crease but I just didn't care. Being with David was complicated enough without everything else on top of it all.
Why was there so much hassle? And what business was it of anyone else if David wanted to date me? Part of me wondered if Rachel was an ex of David's or perhaps she had hoped to sink her claws into him herself but failed. There were any number of reasons as to why she was so bitter to me. But it wasn't my job to understand.
Standing, I brushed my hands down the front of the skirt smoothing the creases that had already begun to form. I examined myself in the mirror and I had to admit I liked what I saw.
The blouse moulded to my curves, emphasising the swell of my breasts instead of hiding it like most of my clothes did. The skirt was tight across my hips and ass before kicking out just above the knee. One thing I couldn't fault Rachel on was the choosing of clothes. She knew exactly what I needed to bring out the best in my fuller figure.
Turning, I caught sight of David standing in the door. He wore grey trousers and an open-necked white shirt. Letting my eyes rake over him quickened my heart rate. He truly was the most handsome man I had ever laid eyes on.
"You look good." He lingered over the word ‘good’ and it sent shivers racing through my body. "The car is waiting for us down stairs, if you are ready to go?"
I nodded, my voice and throat completely dried up. Wherever he was taking me I would have no contact with anyone that I knew. He had taken my mobile phone and put it away, claiming that I would not need it for the week that I would be with him. Taking this trip with him required that I trust him entirely. I had never done that in my life. I had always relied on myself and trusting others was something I had considered to be a luxury that I could not afford. But that was changing. If I was to trust anyone, David seemed like as good a place as any to start.
I walked towards him and slipped my hand into his. "Let's go."
His strong fingers brushed against my cheek for a moment and I could see the pleasure in his eyes. It was hard to know what David Ashcroft wanted. But at that precise moment in time, I knew he wanted me.
The drive was longer than I anticipated. David spent large chunks of his time either on the phone arranging business or teasing me. Several times his finger had wandered beneath the soft fabric of my skirt but it was far too tight for him to reach any higher than my thighs. For that I was grateful, the prudish part of me not particularly wanting to come to orgasm in front of anyone but David. I knew how easy it would have been for him to bring me to that peak of pleasure.
Travelling through the countryside intrigued me. I had no idea where we were heading but I had a feeling I would like it. When the car pulled onto an airfield my lungs refused to work. We were leaving the country and heading who knew where.
I shot David a questioning look but he gave me his secretive smile in return. I was not going to get any information from him. Getting into the private jet had my head spinning. I was used to flying but only on commercial flights, and in economy class at that. This was in an entirely new league. The plane was more like a lounge than a normal plane. There was space to move around and lots of comfortable seating with ample room.
The feel of David's hand on the small of my back as he guided me to my seat made me happy. There was something about just that small gesture that had me grinning from ear to ear. His strong hands slipped the belt across my lap, his fingers lingering longer than was necessary as he secured the strap and pinned me in place.
He took the seat next to mine and belted himself in. It was difficult being in such close proximity to this man and yet not be able to touch him. I longed to taste him. The scent of his musky aftershave teased me and I closed my eyes. I sank into my imagination as the plane took off. David's hand traced small circles around on my knee as we ascended.
I imagined slipping my seat belt off and dropping to my knees in front of him. I would unzip his trousers, releasing his cock. My mouth would water as I eyed him up. I would tease him with my fingers much in the same way that he teased me. Finally, when he begged for it, I would take him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip before swallowing him down into my mouth...
"Carrie..."
The commanding tone of David's voice jolted me awake. I sat up and ran my hands back through my dark hair.
"You've been sleeping." His voice held a teasing, light quality that I had not yet known him to use. It was as though he was a different man. It seemed wherever we were headed, David was looking forward to it. It relaxed him.
Realising this made me even more curious as to our destination. Where could we possibly be going that David would change so much for? Would there be others there? Or was there someone in particular that David was looking forward to seeing? A small stab of jealousy hit me. What if it was another woman? Would she be prettier than me, better at sex and much more capable of giving David everything he needed?
Sucking in a deep breath I released it quickly. David had chosen me. I needed to accept that and let my worries go. Why else would he be taking me away if I meant nothing to him at all?
"Where are we?" My voice seemed to be choked with sleep. I had really fallen asleep even with such a sexy man sitting beside me. It had always been the case with planes. I wasn't sure why but the minute the plane started cruising, I fell asleep.
"About to land." His smile had me curious and I strained to see out the windows. All I could see was blue skies and the closer we got to the ground the more of the view came into sight. There was the blue ocean and white sands, green trees and not much else that I could tell from the plane. It was like no place I had ever been to. It reminded me of all the fancy holiday programmes that came on television, particularly in the winter time—put there to entice the audience into blowing huge amounts of money on something so lavish.
"Welcome to Dom Island." David gave me a wicked look. One that promised sex and other dark things.
"Dom Island?" I sounded incredulous. "I've never heard of such a place."
David started to laugh. The sound made me want to join in and I couldn't help releasing a few giggles. It truly was a ridiculous name for an island.
"It's not the real name of the island. But for those who frequent it, that is what we have christened it. And for very good reason, which you will soon see."
His eyes filled with the predatory hunger that I had grown accustomed to. It tightened things low in my body and I was hopeful that very soon he would fulfil the promise that filled his eyes.
CHAPTER TEN
Exiting the plane was far more exciting than boarding. For obvious reasons, really. The surroundings were stunning. However, the heat the moment I stepped out into the air was uncomfortable. My hair stuck to the back of my neck and I could feel trickles of sweat running down my back under my blouse.
David on the other hand seemed entirely unfazed by the extreme temperature change. The sunglasses he wore added to his air of mystery by concealing his eyes from me. It made him even harder than usual to read. He guided me across the asphalt of the runway to a black car that sat idling. The second I slipped inside I let out a sigh of relief. I was immediately basked in the cool air of the air conditioning. It coated my balmy skin, cooling the heat that had practically suffocated me.
David moved in alongside me and shut
the door. The car moved away from the runway smoothly and barely made a sound. Reaching the road it picked up speed and I tried to drink in as much of the scenery as I could.
"What do you think?" David asked. The insecurity seemed to have returned to his voice. I turned to him with a smile, one that lit up my whole face.
"Apart from the heat, this place is magical. In fact I'm sure I could handle the heat just so I could remain at a place like this."
David started to laugh at my enthusiasm. He leaned in closer to me and gripped my chin with his thumb and forefinger. I stared up into his dark lust-filled eyes and sighed.
He brought his lips closer to mine and left just the ghost of a kiss on my mouth. I wanted to wrap my arms around his neck but it was far too difficult. The angle in the car was all wrong and I couldn't quite turn enough to get what I wanted.
David drew away from me with a chuckle. The type that only men seem to be capable of making. The sort of sound that a man who is very sure of himself makes. But I didn't care. The feminist within me wanted to be insulted but even she couldn't quite find the conviction to truly mean it. David was entitled to it. I had given myself to him and there was no turning back from that. Becoming indignant now would only be hypocritical. Besides, part of me liked it. I liked him knowing that he could be sure of me. It was, in an odd way, comforting to me.
The car pulled to a stop outside a large white building. There were windows dotted all over it and lavish balconies accompanied most. I could only assume it was a hotel judging by the size of it. A young man ran down the front steps and immediately began unpacking the bags from the car.
David helped me back out into the intense heat. I sucked in a deep breath and felt stifled. My head swam in dizzying circles and my stomach lurched. Before I knew what was happening, the world had turned black.
Opening my eyes I felt a strong pair of arms cradling me. The intense over powering heat was gone, replaced with cool air and lots of oxygen. I gazed up into David's concerned face. He held me tightly as though afraid to let me go. As though if he did, I might break into a thousand fragile pieces.
"What happened?" I asked. My throat felt dry and my head throbbed.
"You passed out. Have you ever done that before?" His voice was filled with worry.
"No... Not that I know of... I was fine in the car." I struggled to sit up and David helped me. He kept his arm locked around my shoulders as he helped me to take a seat. Just beyond him I could see several other people hovering nearby. As though awaiting instructions.
"What have you drank today?"
I paused, my mind trailing back over the day’s events. I remembered drinking my coffee but after that there was nothing. Sheepishly I looked up at David through my eyelashes.
"Coffee..."
"And?" he prompted, but I shook my head.
"Oh for god’s sake, Carrie. You need to drink more..."
I cut him off by lifting my hands to my head. "Don't tell me off, I feel stupid enough for passing out."
He softened a little and squeezed my shoulders. "I'm sorry, it's just you frightened me. But you need to drink more."
I nodded my head. "I could do with some water, actually. My throat feels as though I haven't drank anything in years. It's so dry."
He turned away from me and barked orders at the small group standing behind us. "Water, iced."
His look when he returned to staring at me was filled with concern and something else that lurked just beneath the surface.
"What is it?" I asked him, my curiosity finally getting the better of me. I wanted to understand him. He was so hot and cold. One minute all concern and the next brusque and business-like. The water arrived and I gulped down several mouthfuls.
"Nothing. It's not important," he answered me as I drank.
I opened my mouth to insist on a complete answer when something caught my eye that made the words dry up on my tongue. A man walked in through the doors of the hotel. The woman draped across his arm was one of the most stunning women I had ever set eyes on.
Her blonde hair fell down her back in a perfect shimmering curtain. Her skin was the perfect combination of sun kissed bronze. It complemented her hair and eye colour perfectly. She was tall and graceful, her curves hinting at a body that was not all hard muscle and perfect toning. The one thing that repeated over and over in my mind as I watched her was, perfection. She was the epitome of it.
I looked down at my own frumpy body and let out a longing sigh. If only... However, that wasn't the most interesting part. Although she was incredibly stunning, what had drawn my attention in the first place was the man.
"Robert. Lovely to see you here." David's voice was filled with false warmth as he stood and approached the other man.
I watched with interest as Robert's eyes opened just a little too wide as David surprised him. But that was the only sign he let slip through his cold exterior.
"David... You're here..." Robert smiled and extended his hand. They shook and I could see the tension running through David's shoulders. It made me wonder if I was the only one who could read him in that way.
The blonde turned a hundred-watt smile on David, her entire face lighting up with joy at the sight of him. Something tightened in the pit of my stomach in a very uncomfortable way. She had the look of a woman in love, or at the very least infatuated, with David. Although David had said he wanted me, how could I compete in the face of such complete beauty?
David released Robert's hand and took her hand. He bent his head low over her hand and kissed it. A spike of pure jealousy ripped through me. It seemed petty and stupid to have that feeling. David didn't owe me anything. If he wanted a woman like that he could have her and what could I do about it? I would never look like that. I would never attain that level of perfection.
"Angelica, you look delightful, as always." He stood up and attempted to release her hand. It was then I saw it. Her fingers tightened on his ever so slightly and the look in her eyes turned to one of pure panic. It was gone in an instant but it niggled at me. I had seen it. I hadn't imagined it. But what it meant exactly, I had no idea.
David turned towards me. "Robert, I know you've met Carrie before."
I stood and moved to him. My legs were still a little unsteady and my throat remained dry. But that was now more a side effect of seeing Robert and meeting Angelica.
Robert attempted to take my hand in his but I quickly withdrew it from reach. I didn't want him to touch me. It was the last thing I wanted. I turned to Angelica as David introduced me.
"And this is Angelica Sloane." I held my hand out to her but she narrowed her eyes at me before returning her attention back to David.
"So you have a new sub?" she asked. Her voice was breathy, giving her an extra feminine edge. It reminded me of the way all the actresses of old used to speak in the black and white movies—the types that usually fainted at the drop of a hat.
David smiled at her. It was the type of look an adult might give a small child. It was an indulgent look.
"Yes. Carrie has very graciously given herself to me. And for that I am forever grateful. She is a rare treasure. I see you are back with Robert. When did that happen?" David switched his attention between the two people standing before us.
"I won Angelica back last week. I have promised her a trip to Dom Island for a very long time and I thought now was the perfect opportunity to cement our relationship. I didn't expect you here. I would have thought you would be too busy trying to sort out the mess with the file mix ups. A clerical error I'm sure but my father is none too pleased about it."
David smiled and it was the look a shark might give its prey. "I have spoken to your father. Everything is sorted. In fact he seemed to believe you might know something..."
Robert looked stunned. He opened his mouth and then closed it again. His composure was entirely shattered. Part of me felt sorry for him. But the rest of me felt happy. Seeing him brought down a peg or two was fun. And knowing that he had something to
do with the file confusion made me feel relieved. At least I knew it wasn't a mistake I had made. I was sure before but now I could completely relax.
"We should do dinner. Discuss the pertinent issues then." David put out his hand once more to Robert. He was completely at ease. It was the most relaxed I had ever seen him.
"Yes, dinner. We can air out everything then."
"I'll be there, David." Angelica once more gave David a hundred-watt smile. She reached out and let her hand slide down his arm. At that moment I was beyond glad that David was wearing a shirt and her perfectly dainty hand only touched cloth instead of skin.
"You should leave your..." She seemed to search for the right word, her blue eyes focusing on me and leaving a shiver of revulsion running down my spine.
"Carrie," David prompted.
"I would have been more inclined towards 'thing' myself," Angelica answered. "You don't need her."
I opened my mouth but David simply wrapped his arm around my waist and steered me away from Robert and Angelica. I simmered with anger. It bubbled just beneath the surface of my skin threatening to erupt and boil over at any second.
"How dare you let her talk to me like that?” I erupted the second we entered the lift. I jerked away from David and ran trembling fingers back through my dark hair.
"She was beyond rude, Carrie. But she is Robert's submissive. It's not my place to discipline other men's submissives. He will deal with her."
"But you could have said something!" I exploded.
David caught my hand in his and pulled me tight in against his body. "There are some things you need to understand, Carrie. You are mine. You have given yourself to me. Angelica has done the same with Robert. I can punish you. But not her. What would be the point in me saying something to her? It would only have served to get Robert's hackles up. I have to finish some business with him. Then I can afford to properly insult him as much as I wish. Until then it is best to let him sort out the manners of what is his."
