“I’ve heard from Club 99 that sex has not been a big part of your life for the last ten years.”
“Actually no,” she said softly. “It hasn’t. Mark oh, I don’t know, I-”
“In bed he sucked?”
She nodded and frowned. “Yes.”
“He didn’t take his time?”
“No.” Unable to stop, she offered more information. “Evidently his need came out with other women.”
“Johnny Brooks must have had it bad for you.”
“Yes, and I cared for him.”
“He wanted this for you.” His dark sienna eyes rose to meet hers. “Do you want to go ahead?”
A long thoughtful pause followed. “I-uh, sure. But I want you to know, I’m not promiscuous. I don’t do this with everyone who--”
“I know.” Hank’s tone made her think that he was a patient but dominating man, like Johnny was.
“You do?”
She had flown all the way to some tropical island located somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean to meet him. Carmine guessed she should relax and enjoy it, whatever “it” was.
“Okay.” He looked around the room. “Only if you’re sure.”
Was he as nervous as she was? “I’m not sure, but I want to go ahead. I can say ‘stop’ or ‘red flag’, right?”
“Right, Sarah,” he stated as if that was not her real name.
She wasn’t used to being called that. “Okay.” She guessed she could tell him the BSDM rendezvous wasn't going to happen, go home then spend the rest of her life wondering what sex with such a beautiful man would have been like. He looked trustworthy.
“I thought later we’d start off by having supper, getting acquainted. You know...getting used to each other before we get down to it.”
“Uh, yes. That’s a very good idea. Fine. I’m-uh-a little nervous.”
“Okay...I just checked in. I’m right across the hallway--311. I’ll come across the hallway at seven and we’ll go get a bite, then maybe come back to the room. Whatever happens, happens. Okay? There’s no pressure tonight. We’ve been traveling.” He drew several strands of her long dark brown hair behind her shoulders as if she were a goddess. He made her feel so feminine by touching her softly.
Her mind traveled back to the times Johnny bedded her down. “Yes.” Heat rose in her cheeks because of his touch. “That’s good that you’re not rushing me.”
“That’s the last thing I want to do.” He turned and headed toward the door, stopping only to turn and give her one last seductive gaze. “At seven I’ll be knocking on your door.”
* * *
Getting acquainted, they shared a dinner of crab, rice, pineapple, salad and pina coladas along side the ocean listening to the music of a calypso band. The air was mild and the scent of the ocean, bracing. They watched the pink sky behind a setting sun talking about aspirations, loves and hates. Carmine found out that Hank, earned $6,000 to take her to Jamaica and that it was a one-time deal for him. He was a cop and did it on a dare, if he was telling the truth.
Carmine told him her history; that she was an elected official, about the dream and her deceased boyfriend who bought the trip loaded with sexual pleasure. She didn’t give him her real name or name of her hometown.
They talked and got to know each other without letting each other know their real names or the names of their hometown and state just like the contracts dictated.
Hank asked her to dance. With a debonair extension of his hand, he pulled her to her feet and slowly they two-stepped in the white sand until darkness came while he had inserted his nose into her hair.
“I can see why Johnny cared.” He reached out and flicked a few stray hairs away from her cheek. “You’re absolutely beautiful. I know now why he was so in love with you.”
“Thank you.”
So hand in hand they walked back to their hotel rooms. No one lingered within sight along the open-air hallway. The rooms possessed balconies that opened to the beach. She was surprised to find that he’d changed rooms.
“We now have adjoining rooms,” he stated at her door.
“I see.”
Leaning, he kissed her softly with small tastes. His hand didn’t leave her waist. His other hand barely touched her cheek, causing her to trust him.
“I won’t touch you until you want me to,” he whispered. “But, uh, this guy Johnny, he wants me to punish you.”
“Punish?” asked Carmine frowning and unsure of the innuendo.
Perhaps it was the way he said the word “punish” or the gleam in his eyes, but she felt she knew him and she had known him for a long time.
“Yes.”
“Like how?” "Punishment" was the one thing not fully explained and she failed to inquire that was on the contract.
“I wouldn’t hurt you...not for no amount of money. But what I do can is make you feel good. Anytime you want me to stop, tell me and I’ll stop.”
She sighed. “Punishment, huh?”
“You’ll have to trust me even though you barely know me.”
She peered into his trustworthy-appearing eyes, then down to her nervously wiggling fingers at her waist. “I’ll not lie. I don’t know why I consented, but I do need some needs met.”
Hank didn’t say another word.
“You seem so much like Johnny.”
“What makes you say that, Sarah?” he asked his warm breath against her throat.
“All that stuff is made up isn’t it?” His lips tickled her skin. “You know about my relationship with Johnny because...I don’t know...”
She felt his hand smooth over her taut derriere. “Inside, baby.”
“What?”
“Inside the room. Go.” Utilizing a firm tone, he pressed her to his granite chest with a spread hand to her buttocks. “I’m your master, understand?”
She blinked, loving it. Only Johnny would have said that. “You are?”
“I expect to be treated as such. It’s Johnny’s goodbye gift.”
“Goodbye gift, huh?”
“That’s right. Move it.”
The tone worried her a tad, but nevertheless she told him, “Okay...sir.”
Chapter Five
The time for small talk had ended, she realized when Hank said, “Now...I need you to say that you want me to go on.”
Hesitantly she nodded, squashing the dark thoughts that swirled. “Okay, then go on.” Then again, it wasn’t fear, but arousal that began gnawing low in her belly. Johnny would have never put her in danger.
Hank’s voice was low and mesmerizing now. “I’ll not hurt you.” Quietly he closed and locked the door. He went into the adjoining room and brought in a spare suitcase, opened it and moved to her.
“What’s that?”
“Let's get you out of this clothing.” Without touching her, his big hands between her breasts, the man who reminded her of Johnny, began unbuttoning her blouse then unzipping her skirt and letting it slide down her silky legs. Most assuredly, she didn’t even know his true name. Why was she allowing him to undress her? Perhaps she should insist that he stop. That would be the smart thing to do.
Leaning before her, he snatched her silky clothes off the floor and put them on a nearby chair. Carmine’s heart was beating double time as he admired her body with his hands.
She felt his rough fingers slide under the thong, into the crotch area and push them down, letting them slide down her silky legs to below her slender ankles. Carmine realized he was getting turned on as much as she was. She wanted the gift from Johnny.
“Let’s get comfortable.”
“Now that I’m practically at your mercy, what is this punishment thing that Johnny bought?”
“It’s part of the surprise, baby.”
Her pussy twitched with anticipation as she let him sweep her back on the bed into the pillows. With deft fingers he removed her bra and tossed it to the chair freeing her breasts from their lacy restraints.
“Are you afraid?” he asked as he massa
ged her ample curves. “Relax. That’s it.”
She envisioned his large member penetrating her and relaxed a bit. “A little, I guess.”
“Do you want to continue? We can stop you know,” he said, lying half-on half-off on top of her, his lips touching hers. Carmine found herself wanting to taste his tongue. Gently, she kissed his taut lips, taking his tongue, not wanting to lie.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I-uh-yes. I want it.”
“Fine.” He got off her and went to the suitcase. “I’ve got to prepare, then.”
Prepare? “For...”
“You’ll see.”
“Foreplay?”
Hank merely laughed as he left the room. “It’s part of the surprise,” he said over his shoulder. “From Johnny,” Hank added.
When he returned, stopping only to turn up the lights ever so slightly she saw, he was dressed in crotch less leather pants caressing his sexy body. She admired the hard cock that sprung from his loins. He carried a flogger, a long black cloth that resembled a man’s necktie; he wore a mask. Hank climbed on the bed, his knees at each side of her shoulders and began securing her wrists over her head to the headboard of the bed. With two fingers, holding the black tie up, he said, “It’s time for... let me show you.”
“What is that?”
“A blindfold.”
He leaned and picked up another item. “And I cannot forget this item.”
She blinked, amazed. “And that is...”
“A ball gag.”
“A what...?”
His tone turned stern. “Address me as sir.”
Carmine found his cocky answer incredibly arousing. God, men who carried themselves with strength and reassurance turned her on.
“Yes sir.”
* * *
“Beg me. Say my name.”
“Please,” she said as she strained against the wrist restraints. “Hank, suck my pussy.”
“Be more specific.”
“Suck my clit. I want it so bad.”
“Things will happen when and how I say,” he said as he positioned himself between her parted legs. Carmine gulped in a deep breath much like a swimmer did when they came to the surface after a long swim underwater when his taut lips grasped her engorged miniature penis. After he pressed her back into the pillows, her bottom raised for his mouth, giving him access. Carmine cried out as if in pain, but it was not pain, it was a great torment that shook her to the very core of her being.
Just as she neared a climax, he expertly withdrew his mouth, turned her aside and with the flat of his hand smacked her ass soundly. “Bad girl,” he said.
“What did I do?”
“I’m not done with you.” Smack! Smack!
Arousal washed through her. She needed his turgid cock in her, to finish her off. The spanking only turned her on more.
Climbing off the bed, he held his cock in his hand in her view and asked, “You’re not wanting this, are you?”
Her pussy screamed for it. So did she, unashamedly she pleaded, “Please, sir. Yes. Yes, I do. Do it hard, soft, however you want.”
Laughing he climbed back on the bed. “I love control.” The weight of his elbow depressed the pillow under her head, Hank’s extended finger ran over the bumpy surface of Carmine’s aureoles and nipples. “I don’t think you’re ready for it, are you?” he asked languidly.
“Sir, I am.”
“No, Sarah, you’re not.” His tongue replaced his finger’s path. He blew, his breath felt icy on the highly sensitive saliva-wet breasts. And soon enough, his hard dick pressed the outer lips of her cave’s entrance. Juices flowed and it became evident, he refused to lead her to a climax that evening.
“The gift goes like this. When I leave you alone tonight, you may not masturbate.”
“How’re you going to know?”
“I mind read.”
He had to be joking. “This is unfair.”
“Tomorrow night, baby. Not tonight.”
“You’re toying with me,” Carmine said.
“Sarah, Sarah. You really do want it don’t you? You look good enough to eat.”
“So why didn’t you?” she asked with a newfound brazenness that surprised her.
“I don’t want you coming...not yet. By the way if you eventually do want to come, remember to call me sir.”
Shamelessly, she turned her head and looked into his eyes in the dim light. “Yes sir.”
* * **
The next morning before breakfast her eyes slit. He stood before her minus the black leather pants that he had worn the previous night. He was nude and with one huge hard-on. In determined silence, he led her into the ivory and gold-toned bathroom, took her under the pummeling showerhead, and washed her vigorously all over, inside and out. Once finished, he lifted her onto a shelf, knelt and resumed feeding on her clit, making her whimper and beg until once again she was on the verge of coming. Writhing, she held his thick brown head in her hands as he kissed the swollen lips swirling around the tip of her standing clitoris, driving her wild. It was all she could do to sit still. Now of highest need, Hank withdrew, as obviously aroused as she was, she noticed. His burgundy cock stood from his loins, hard as a stone statue, surely needing release. He was playing her like a Stradivarius, obviously wanting to bring them both to earth shattering climaxes later. But how much later? God, it had been so long since she had satisfying, quality sex from a hunk such as Hank.
Could he read her mind? “I’m saving the climax.” He helped her down and began blotting her mocha colored skin with a towel.
Should she resort to begging? “Please.”
His hand flat, he soundly smacked her behind. “Get dressed. We’ll go to breakfast. Just remember. You’re my slave, woman. When I ask you to do something, then you do it.”
* * * *
Nothing out of the ordinary happened at breakfast. He seemed sweet and soft out in the open amidst the palm trees and the surf at the open air buffet. Normal and easy-going...loveable. It was what happened after breakfast that took her back. In fact, it occurred in the full daylight, in her room that overlooked the aqua and white Atlantic Ocean that he said pointing toward the floor, “Kneel before me.” He pointed toward the floor.
She knelt at his feet fully dressed.
“Unzip my pants.” He paused thoughtfully. “Do it now.”
His abruptness took her back. For a second, she thought of the delicious implications involved. “Sarah, have you ever taken a man’s cock in your mouth?”
“Yes sir,” she said as she tugged the zipper past the large bulge a fraction of an inch from her fingers.
“Do it again then, babe. All the way.”
So she pulled down his boxers, brought out his penis into broad daylight and took it into her mouth so far that she thought she would gag. But once it went so far in, the reflex ended.
“This is a precursor of what you’re going to get tonight.” His head dropped back as he enjoyed the flat of her tongue running from the base of his cock to its velvety tip. She twirled her tongue around the rim, licked downward toward his balls before she took them all the way in her mouth. The entire time he moaned experiencing obvious bliss. The adventure aroused her and she found herself wanting to bring him to a climax, so she slipped her mouth back over its length and simulated vigorous fucking, sucking and dragging her teeth as she went along. Hank didn’t stop her, even as his breathing grew raspy and deep. During one long exhalation, he squirted his pearly juice into her mouth.
Later in the day, after a shower, while still naked, he said, “Oh God, you’re beautiful.” He drew her to the bed and onto him.
“But I need to--”
“Later you will babe. You’re going to learn obedience, first. You’ll get your gift tonight if you mind me, and learn, because we go back tomorrow. Unless you want to quit now.”
He called coming a gift. “No. I’ll go on.” If she quit, she’d always wonder what she’d missed.
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bsp; “Good for you.”
Like a school girl, she quivered inside, as she ran her hand down his thick cock as though he were a Greek god. It surprised her how easy it was to become submissive, especially for him. Carmine would hate to say goodbye to Hank. They were just getting acquainted. Johnny, Mark and Hank were the only three men she’d ever been intimate with. Actually, she hadn’t fucked with Hank yet, but she expected it to happen shortly. She couldn’t remember wanting it more than this weekend with Hank. She bet the Club 99 did a brisk business and she would join as soon as she returned to the states.
Chapter Six
After dinner, back in her room with the lights sensuously dim with tantalizing movements, Hank slipped her out of her clothing. He then dressed her in a black lace corset, black stiletto heels and turned her so that he could take in her sexiness. If Hank was his name, which she doubted. In her whole life she’d never felt so sexy. His eyes devoured her body. Carmine applauded herself for having kept her pussy trimmed.
“On the bed with you,” he said and smacked her ass. His tone husky, he pulled his shirt from the waistband of his slacks. “We are getting into the punishment phase, Sarah--the main part of the gift.”
Lying on top of the smooth green bedspread, she peered at his strong chest and watched as he shoved his boxers down revealing his turgid cock that sprung up like a post to just under her navel--so big that she imagined it’d hurt going in.
“You can stop it now,” he offered, “Or do you want to go on?” While waiting for her answer, he brought the suitcase into her room which held the various items; the kinds of items she did not know.
“I would like to go on.”
“Good, baby.”
“What are those?”
“Instruments of divine pleasure, baby.” When he drew out a short black leather fringed flogger and held it up, he asked. “So, seeing this, do you really want to go on?”
Her heart about leapt out of her chest. She thought for a moment. Her voice barely audible, “Go on, I guess, yes.” After all, she needed the punishment. Her pussy clenched for it.
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