Instead, she takes care of everyone else – including me.
Throw in the most amazing sex he’d ever had, and Bethany Adams was the perfect woman for him. A true sexual submissive, but also one who wouldn’t need him to dictate to her outside the bedroom.
But the real question was, why the hell didn’t that scare him?
Chapter Seven
Bethany slowly opened her eyes against the bright morning sun. Seldom used parts of her body ached from overuse – particularly the vulnerable flesh between her thighs as she shifted against the soft cotton sheets. Deacon had put her poor pussy through a marathon of sex in the past twenty-hours. Six orgasms were five more than she was used to – but she wasn’t about to complain. She’d take as much of Deacon Willis as she could get. Because she knew once they returned home, things would be different between them – one of the reasons why she’d tried to welsh on their agreement. Too bad the silver-tongued devil knew her so well.
Speaking of her temporary Dom, she rolled over to find cool sheets.
Where was he?
“Deacon?” She sat up, catching the sheet before it pooled around her waist. Why she was being shy after spending most of yesterday naked, she didn’t know. Maybe she was having her own walk of shame moment. Minus the indifferent lover.
“Coming.” His voice filtered from the main living area of the bungalow. “Don’t you think of moving your ass from that spot, either. I’m hungry.”
Her cheeks flushed as he finished his order with the same phrase he’d uttered the day before when they returned from the beach.
I’m hungry.
The same two words had preceded him climbing between her thighs and burying his face in her pussy. She bit her lower lip as she grew wet with desire.
This is fucking ridiculous. All I have to hear his voice and I’m ready to go again. I may be in the market for a new job when I get back home, if this keeps up.
“I come bearing tempting morsels.” Deacon appeared in the doorway of the bedroom in nothing more than a towel. Either her Dom had ordered room service once more, or her crazy-ass friend had risked more than his fingers in making her breakfast, she thought as he approached the bed with tray fully loaded with food. It smelled delicious.
“Breakfast is served.”
She gave him a tentative smile as he set the tray across her legs. Loaded with soft tortilla shells, light and fluffy scrambled eggs with bits of peppers and onion, along with coffee and some kind of fruit juice, she decided that there was no way Deacon cooked. As soon as he joined her on the bed, she reached for one of the cups of the café con leche. As the strong – almost espresso style coffee passed her lips, she sighed. Nothing tasted better in the morning.
Desperate for the caffeine jolt, she said little as she sipped the intoxicating brew. After she’d consumed nearly the whole cup, her mind was finally more alert, so she reached for the fork. Only to have Deacon whisk it away. A frown crossed her face as he dug into the mound of fragrant eggs. “Hey! That’s mine!”
“Nope. Not today.” He gave her a lazy grin before lifting the utensil to her mouth. “Open.”
Surprised, she stared at him. “Ex—” Her protest was cut off as he shoved a forkful of eggs and peppers into her mouth. She had no choice but to either chew and swallow, or choke.
“Good girl.” He speared a fried plantain, then offered it to her. She thought about taking the fork away from him again – she didn’t need him to feed her, then the fool did the most amazing thing – he began to make choo-choo noises.
A giggle escaped her. “Really? Are you three?”
He wiggled his eyebrows at her, reminding her of the boy he’d once been. “Open up. We can’t have a full day of exploring if you have an empty stomach.” Another round of sound effects escaped him.
“You’re a fruit.” She mumbled around the crispy sweet fruit. “What kinda of exploring? I don’t think I can handle another one of your beach picnics.”
He gave her an indulgent smile, while filling the fork with eggs again. “That’s for me to know, and for you to enjoy. But rest assured we’re not heading to the beach today.”
“With all the sand and surf around us, please tell me you’re not planning on taking me to some stodgy old museum. I came here to spend some time in the sun, surf, and sand.”
He chuckled, then ripped off a piece of tortilla and placed it on top of the eggs on the fork. “You’ll get your outdoors fix, squirt.”
She narrowed her eyes. “But you’re not going to tell me what it is?”
He shook his head. “Sorry. It’s a surprise. Here – try this.” He offered her the tortilla and eggs mixture.
She accepted it, loving the flavors as they burst over her tongue. “Yum.” She swallowed it down, then glared at him. “But don’t think the food is gonna butter me up. You’re still a tease. I’ll get it out of you eventually.”
“You’re welcome to try.” He offered her another plantain. “But before you do, I want you to take a shower. Hot water will help ease any sore muscles you have, so you can enjoy our outing. I’ve already set out an outfit I’d like you to wear. It’s on the bathroom counter.”
She glared at him as she chewed up the fruit. “I think I’m old enough to pick out my own clothing, Deacon.”
He shrugged. “You are, but the fact you’re letting me on this trip only makes your submission sweeter.” He rubbed another piece of plantain across her lips. “When we return home everything will go back to normal. You’ll get to pick out your own clothing.”
Pain pooled in her stomach at the thought. Had he already decided that it would end here?
“Everything?” She couldn’t stop the question. Her heart raced as she waited for his answer.
He tilted his head. “That will all depend upon you.” He set the fork down. “Even if you decide to continue our arrangement, I don’t want the responsibility of picking out your clothing every day.”
A mixture of relief and sadness mixed in her system. She didn’t know whether to be happy or upset that the attention he was showing her was temporary or not. “I see.”
He gazed at her coolly. “No, I don’t think you do – but you will.” He nodded toward the tray. “Are you full or do you want more?”
She tore her eyes away from his. “I’ll have some more fruit…and another coffee, if that’s okay.”
“Of course it is.”
She remained silent as he fed her the rest of the plantains and she finished off another cup of café con leche. When she was finally done, she shifted against the sheets, wondering if she had to ask for permission to leave the bed or if she should just get up.
“Headed for the shower?”
“Ummm, yeah.” Her cheeks flushed.
“Good. We have about thirty minutes before we need to leave for the rental place. Think you can be ready in that amount of time?” He lifted the tray off her lap, then slid from the bed, carrying it toward the dresser on the far side of the room.
“Should be.” She threw her legs over the edge, while being careful to keep the sheet around her. It was one thing to be nude at the beach, or even when making love. It was quite another to walk around in her birthday suit in the cold light of morning.
“Good, and don’t forget to wear your comfortable shoes. We’re going to be doing a bit of walking today.”
She drew a ragged breath as she slowly stood. The memory of the intense pleasure brought on by the toys scared her. She’d totally given into him, uncaring about the people around them. “Please tell me, we’re leaving the balls here.”
He placed the tray on the dresser, then turned around and leaned back against the wood. “You can’t tell me you didn’t love them, Bethany.”
Her cheeks flushed and she clenched her fingers around the sheet. “I might just choke you if you stick those damn things in me again. They are evil.”
He gave her a sadistic smile. “Relax. They are put away for now, because where we’re going today, the acoustics
would ruin any effort at privacy we tried to attempt.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Come here.”
She tugged on the sheet, intent on taking the covering with her.
“Drop it.” His lazy command quickly shattered any illusions she had of staying covered until she reached the bathroom.
She froze. “Ah…Deacon, I’m naked under…”
He smirked. “I know. Drop it.”
She fidgeted with the material. Did she dare?
“The longer you stall, the less time you’re going to have to shower.”
“But—”
“But, nothing. I want to see that sexy body of yours before you cover it up with the clothing I picked out for you.”
“Beast! You just want me to walk across the room naked.”
“Of course I do. Now drop it.” He pushed off the dresser. “I won’t ask again.”
The firm request was such a contrast to their earlier camaraderie that she felt uncertain, off balance almost. Perhaps that’s what he’d been going for?
Her nipples tightened against the sheet at the reemergence of her Dom.
* * * *
Deacon waited to see if she’d obey or if she’d continue to cling to the sheet and her false modesty.
Or if she’s going to force my hand. Dear Lord, let her force my hand.
Images of how he’d make her pay for her rebellion flashed before his eyes. His favorite of course, was bending her over his lap and warming her ass. But she dashed those thoughts when she dropped the bedding, letting it pool around her ankles. He didn’t bother to stop the soft groan from escaping his chest. Standing in a pool of sunlight, her lush curves backlit with her blond hair shining like an angel’s halo, she reminded him of heaven on earth. One he was definitely going to explore once they got back from the caverns.
“Now come here.” It was difficult but he kept his tone even.
She took halting steps towards him, finally stopping about three feet from him.
“Closer.”
She inched closer, then stopped. He sighed dramatically before wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her up against him. “Better. Now kiss me.”
Her lips parted, and for a moment, he thought she would baulk, but instead she lifted up on tiptoe and pressed her mouth to his. He savored the rich taste of coffee on her lips while she pressed a bit harder. He waited to see what she’d do. How far she’d go. He almost caved when her tongue rubbed over the seam of his lips before darting back into her mouth. If she thought that her little tease would coax him into playing, she was sadly mistaken. He continued to let her kiss him, not actively participating until a low frustrated moan escaped her. Then he took mercy on her, spearing his tongue inside her mouth. She gave a happy sigh as her tongue rubbed over his.
By the time he lifted his head, he was precariously close to saying screw it and tossing her back onto the bed. Only his plans of seducing not only her body but her mind as well kept him from giving into his baser urges. He had a plan. He drew back and slowly released her.
“Go shower, sweetheart. Before I forget my good intentions.” He curled his fingers into fists. Anything to keep from reaching out and taking what was his – at least for the duration of their vacation.
Which is why today is so important. I have to prove that it’s more than just sex – that as a good Dom, I’ll see to all her needs, in AND out of the bedroom.
“Fine.” With a flounce he admired, but would later result in his hand swiping across her luscious backside, Bethany stomped off into the bathroom. As soon as the door shut, he jerked out the nearest drawer and began yanking his own clothing out. His little hellion wouldn’t let him live it down if he wasn’t ready by the time she reappeared.
Chapter Eight
“Oh, my God.” Bethany squealed in the seat next to him, as Deacon turned into the massive parking lot outside the gift shop and tram-station that lead down to Parque de las Cavernas del Río Camuy. Situated about an hour and half west of their bungalow, he was sure it was the last place she’d expected him to take her.
“Excited?” He began to hunt for a parking spot.
“Yes.” She literally seemed to bounce in her seat. “I read about the caverns, but didn’t want to make the drive alone. They say there are over two hundred caves and even an underground river.” She placed her hand on his arm. “Thank you for bringing me. I know caves really aren’t your thing.”
Spotting a car backing out, he braked. “You’re welcome. But just remember there’s a cost to this trip.”
“Cost?” The sensual cadence to her question raked over him, making him wish they were back at the bungalow.
“Not that…naughty little girl.” He shook his head as he eased the car into the now vacant spot. “Before we go through the caves, we’re going to have a nice little talk.”
“A talk?” She nibbled on her lower lip.
“Yeah. One that we should’ve had earlier – one that won’t end up with me pinning you to the bed.” He shoved the transmission into park and shut off the car. “The publicness will keep me in line.” He raked a hand through his hair. “We need limits – something I should’ve seen to before we fell into bed together.”
“I see.” She shifted in her seat while staring out the windshield. “So you regret—”
“Never.” He covered her thigh. “But as a good Dom I shouldn’t have delayed this discussion. Believe it or not, I want to learn more about what attracts you to the lifestyle than just your submissive side.”
A giggle that sounded forced, escaped her. “Who says I’m submissive?” She fidgeted with her seat belt. “I mean, what we have going on is fun, but I’m the least submissive person you’ll ever know.”
Twisting in his seat, he slipped his hand under her loose t-shirt. He cupped the gentle swell of her belly, covering the tattoo that represented more than just pretty art. “This begs to differ.”
She stilled under his touch. “It was a whim…in college. A former boy-friend spurred me to get the ink.”
He caught her gaze, torn between wanting to let it drop at that, and the burning need to know who had introduced his lovely sub to the lifestyle. The latter won. “Because he introduced you to your submissive side?”
She shook her head. “No, not even close. Ryan was very vanilla.”
He searched her expression. “Yet you got a permanent mark denoting the lifestyle for him?”
She shrugged. “Not for him, because of him.” She tipped her head back. “I suppose you’re not going to let this drop?”
He shook his head. “I can’t force you to tell me, but it might help me understand the submissive side of you a bit better.”
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, her indecision apparent on her face. Then she sighed.
He drew circles around her silky navel, and patiently waited for her to explain. It would be up to her or not if she shared. Unlike an orgasm, he couldn’t force this.
She rolled her shoulders before she began to explain. “Ryan and I had been dating for nearly a year. Things were getting serious. We’d even talked about moving in together. However, our love life…well it was rather bland. Other than talking.” She sighed. “Ryan was a good talker when it came to sex. He could talk the panties off a girl, but when it came time to deliver…well, let’s just say the only fireworks I saw were duds.” She rolled her shoulders. “So, in my infinite wisdom, I tried to interject a bit of spontaneity into our sex life. It was an effort to jump start it, before I made the ultimate commitment and moved in with him. I wasn’t about to shack up with some guy without getting everything I deserved.”
Deacon nodded. Her words didn’t surprise him. As long as he’d known Bethany she’d never had a live-in lover. But he was getting off track – he needed to know more about what happened with her ex. “Go on.”
“Well, since I’d always been intrigued by BDSM, I thought it would be a perfect way to spice up things. The idea of a power exchange, of giving over control
to another – what can I say? It really gets me going. I thought if I set the scene perfectly – offered myself up on a silver platter, he’d understand what I needed and take over.”
It took some effort, but Deacon kept his tone even. “Men aren’t mind readers. We sometimes need to be told.”
She shook her head. “I know that. Which is why I left a note taped to his door. I knew he’d read it before he came in.” Her cheeks grew red at the memory. “Ryan had a two bedroom just off campus and no roommate, so I put it where he couldn’t miss it. Then I stripped down to my underwear, presented myself much like I did yesterday for you. Can you believe I read every book I could find on High Protocol – only to be shot down?” She paused to chew on her lower lip
“Shhh. Don’t do that.” Deacon smoothed his thumb over her lip, freeing it from her teeth. “You have nothing to be embarrassed of. If I’d been in his shoes, you wouldn’t have escaped my clutches for hours. I’d have tied you to my bed and played with your body until you screamed for mercy.”
She gave him a rueful grin. “Because you’re into that kind of kink.” She straightened her shoulders. “With Ryan, however…well, let’s just say it wasn’t one of my finer moments.”
Deacon shifted uneasily. “He rejected you?”
She glanced away from him, but shook her head. “Not so much as rejected my offer, it was more along the lines that he wasn’t alone.”
“He had another girl with him. Oh, Bethany, I’m sorry…men who fuck around should be castrated. Want me to go do the honors?”
She suddenly burst out laughing, as if imagining him chasing down some now middle-aged business man to introduce him to the business end of Burdizzo pinchers. He wouldn’t even have to use the castration tool on Ryan. The man would probably die of fright. “Thanks for the offer, but Ryan wasn’t with another girl. No, I had the rotten luck of trying to seduce my boyfriend the same night he brought his mother home for dinner. His very ‘Catholic, no sex before marriage’ mother.”
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