by Diane Leyne
She had trained men years and it was rare that she met a man that made her want to say to hell with professionalism and beg him to ravage her. Predictably, Maggie had suggested that she ravage him. Rebecca had teased her about having a crush on a client and practical Jen had suggested she fire him as a client and ask him out.
Of course, she had done none of the above, although he had featured in many of her fantasies up until the time he had just disappeared as abruptly as he had come into her life. She shrugged mentally. He was sweet and hot and he had gotten her motor running. She had never been one for casual sex, but laughing and flirting with Mike had made her want to. What was wrong with just having fun with a man, no strings attached, especially someone who was not only hot with a body to die for, but a genuinely nice guy?
Even after Mike had left, and to be honest, he did warn her he was only in town for a short time, she had continued to mull over the idea of finding a nice guy to have a fling with. It wasn't like she was in a place, professionally, where she could start anything serious. Once she got her PhD, she would have to look for a job in academia and jobs were tight. She could end up working anywhere in the country, so it wasn't a good time to start a serious relationship. However, for the first time in her life, she seriously considered looking for a fling. But that impulse didn't last long because she had no idea how to find someone to fling with. And then came the job offer at Libertine Island.
She wished she could call her girlfriends now, especially Aly, to talk about Libertine Island. Was she crazy to want to work at a BDSM resort? Was she crazy to want to have a crazy, sexy fling with no strings attached?
She’d e-mailed Aly about the job back when she’d originally applied, and they’d even chatted on the phone about it once, but that was in early May, and back then, she had only known that it was an exclusive private resort. They had joked about hot guys in Speedos, nude beaches and naked yoga classes. Aly had teased her and made her promise to share all the steamy details.
She’d pretty much written it off as a possibility, and then it had all come together so fast that she was running around getting her furniture stored and buying resort clothes to wear on her days off. Looking back, she was pretty sure she hadn’t even e-mailed Maggie or Jen about it when she’d first applied.
And now that she was taking the job, she had decided not to tell them what type of club it was. She'd called Aly and had actually considered telling her for about sixty seconds, especially when she mentioned maybe having a girls week away at the resort. Oh, god. She would have to tell them if they were serious about visiting, but first things first. She had to get by her probation period. She managed to get Aly agree not to book anything until after that time. It would be terribly embarrassing to have them come to visit if things didn’t work out. Aly had reluctantly agreed and Rebecca had been able to use the excuse of rushing to pack to get off the phone before Aly realized that Rebecca hadn’t even told her the name of the resort. She did not want her friends Googling it. At least not yet.
She looked up. They were deplaning now, and the terminal ended up being bigger than she’d expected. Heading through the terminal and downstairs to the baggage claim, she waited more or less patiently for her luggage to appear on the middle carousel and then headed outside to catch a taxi.
Pausing, she looked up at the blue, blue sky. It was warm. No, it was hot, but not unbearably hot. The temperature was actually quite comfortable, warm enough to swim, but not so hot as she’d sweat from walking around.
The ride to the Sonesta Maho only took a few minutes. It was quite close to the airport and on the large side for the island at almost six hundred rooms. Besides the usual restaurants and pools, it also had a full-service casino. She wondered if she should try her luck or if that would be pressing things.
Yawning, she decided that some sleep was in order. She wanted to be up early to experience something her seatmate had told her about when he noted her nervousness at their seeming over-the-water landing. Apparently, there was a beach near the hotel that was right under the glide path. There was only one morning flight the next day, and she wanted to make sure she experienced it from the ground before heading out to meet the person who would be taking her by boat to the island. It would be one more experience to collect and savor for when she looked back at her year of living, not dangerously like in the movies, but of living sexually!
Chapter Three
Mal Reynolds skillfully steered the large powerboat up to the dock. The Libertine was a thirty footer with a flat bottom, so it could get in quite close to shore. He usually enjoyed having control of all that power, but he was not in a good mood today. The playroom installation was not going as quickly as it should have. Opening day was still a month away, but he wanted everything ready this week so that the staff could be properly trained and have time to play and get comfortable and work out any kinks, so to speak, before the paying customers came.
Everyone they hired except for the local domestic and kitchen staff and that damned Lawrence woman were experienced in the lifestyle and had worked in BDSM clubs around the country. However, most of them hadn’t worked together before, and he wanted them to get comfortable working together and also to get their feedback while there was still time to make changes, particularly in the common playroom and specialty rooms. By the time the first paying guests arrived on October 1st, he wanted the place running like a well-oiled machine.
And now she’d been sent to gum up the works. How was she supposed to teach Doms and subs when she had zero experience in the lifestyle? A vanilla that didn’t follow protocol would make everyone uncomfortable. All he needed was her speaking inappropriately to a Dom or Domme and pissing them off. Or maybe she’d speak with or touch a sub without permission and piss their Owner off. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
She was also supposed to be working as his assistant when he taught various sessions including rope work and the correct usage of the various implements of punishment. He was not happy at all. Damn Art for collaring Shae and forbidding her from taking the job. She would have been perfect. She was hot and flexible and a complete and total submissive. She would obey his every command, and she knew how to interact with Doms and subs. He wouldn’t have to worry that she’d say or do something inappropriate and annoy the paying customers.
Mike had offered to come and pick her up. As if he’d allow that. Mike was responsible for Mal having this woman foisted upon him for an entire year. She’d cast some sort of spell on him. He hadn’t seen her in almost three months, but he talked about her like it was yesterday. Mal couldn’t even blame sex because it appeared that Mike hadn’t even fucked her.
Or maybe that was it. He was suffering from a three-month case of blue balls and had built their mild flirtation up into something earth shattering. Mal sighed. His brother usually wasn’t so unreliable. And once he’d had her, the spell would be broken.
Mal grumbled to himself. It might go the other way. Mike already imagined himself half in love with this woman. Once he saw her again, once he got her into his bed, he might lose it completely. Mal was the big brother. He had to make sure that his brother wasn’t going to get hurt; although it was possible the ship had sailed on that hope.
At the minimum, he was going to make it clear to Mike that there was no possibility of any kind of three-way long-term ménage relationship between the three of them. She was vanilla for god’s sake! What was wrong with Mike?
The only thing to do, he decided as he tied off the boat and strode down the pier, was to convince her that the job wasn't for her. He had to bring her back to the island and give her a chance. Michelle told him he couldn’t fire her. But no reason he couldn’t push her hard, which could have two possible results. One, he’d scare her off and have to hire a replacement, someone who would be experienced in the lifestyle, while there was still time. Or, he conceded, it was just barely possible she would turn out to be malleable as well as flexible, and since she was a newbie, he’d be a
ble to mold the perfect assistant. Time would tell.
He was early, but JJ was already at the dock with Mike’s delivery. Malcolm left him to load the boat while he went in search of Rebecca. She was staying at the Sonesta Maho by the airport. She was supposed to be waiting out front for him, and he had to suppress a surge of annoyance when she wasn’t. He checked his watch. He was more than an hour early, and even a trained submissive wouldn’t be waiting for her master an hour before the appointed time, but he was still annoyed.
He checked at the desk to see if he could hurry her up. He didn’t want to hang around waiting. He tried to tamp down his irritation while acknowledging that his feelings weren’t fair since she didn’t know he would be early, but he had things to do and playing chauffeur wasn’t high on his list of priorities.
The clerk informed him that she’d already checked out and was currently walking on the beach. Striding impatiently, he walked through the lobby and out to the beach. He stepped out onto the patio and looked left and right, wondering which way she went. Luckily, it was still relatively early, and most of the guests were tucked up in their beds, sleeping off the previous night’s debauchery.
Squinting against the sun, he could make out the petite woman in the distance. She stood back a ways from the water and the other early birds who were walking on the beach. He could see she was moving slowly going through a series of poses. At first he thought it might be Tai Chi, but then she bent gracefully at the waist so that her head was between her widely spread legs, her arms out to the side as she paused before coming up gracefully.
Slowly, he approached from an angle, out of her line of sight. She was wearing a sports bra and bicycle shorts that were snug to her body and left a lot of toned skin exposed. She had an amazing body, he acknowledged. It was firm and muscular without being masculine, and she had an ass that just begged to be spanked. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were big enough. The sport bra compressed them, but Mal figured they might be a B cup if they were freed. His cock twitched as he had a sudden urge to see her going through the same routine naked, her breasts unbound and swinging freely, her pussy on display for his viewing pleasure. He had to adjust himself as his cock hardened involuntarily at the thought of bending the lithe Miss Lawrence over the spanking bench and binding her to it, arranging flexible body just so before reddening her ass with his crop and then sinking into her and riding her hard. Maybe she would scream her pleasure, or maybe she couldn’t if his brother shoved his cock down her throat, fucking her face while Mal took her from behind.
Mal took a couple of deep breaths as he continued observing her. He’d never believed in love at first sight, but he definitely believed in lust at first sight, and he definitely lusted after Rebecca. He needed to get his body under control. So what if she was hot and flexible. She was a vanilla working in a BDSM club as his assistant, and that just wouldn’t do. Not at all.
He tried to drag his eyes away from her so he could go back in and wait in the lobby. Maybe by the planned meeting time his traitorous cock would be under control. But he found he couldn’t move. He continued to watch as she moved her legs closer together so they were about a shoulder’s width apart, and then she bent backward, arching her back and shifting her weight until her forearms and head were actually between her legs. Slowly, she bent her knees, and he saw her forearms take her weight as she carefully let her legs come off the ground so that she was balanced for a moment just on her arms, and then she was moving again, her legs first straightening so that her toes pointed skyward and then moving all the way around until she was lying on her stomach on the sand.
He watched her for a few more minutes, but she seemed to have finished her routine. He checked his watch. It was only nine twenty. He took a deep breath. His body was now back under control, and it was time to introduce himself. Just because she was strong and flexible didn’t mean that he wanted to spend the next year with her at his side. He needed a trained sub to assist him, preferably one without the kind of rounded ass that made him want to redden and then fuck it.
He strode up to her as she stood and gathered up her towel and other personal items.
“You Rebecca Lawrence?” He found himself almost barking out his words, his tone deliberately dismissive.
“Yes. Who are you?”
Her voice was a beautiful as the rest of her. Up close, he could see that the red hair looked natural and that her skin was a beautiful peaches and cream and she had big expressive blue eyes and a mouth that was wide with full lips that looked like they were made to suck a man’s dick. He found himself wondering if the carpet matched the drapes, and then he found himself getting angry. He did not want to be attracted to her.
“I’m Malcolm Reynolds. Get your stuff and come with me.”
“Firstly, I was told someone named Mike would be picking me up. Who are you? Two, whoever you are, you are early and maybe I’m not ready to leave yet, and three, Mal Reynolds? Really?”
“Oh, great. Another Firefly fan.”
“Joss Whedon is a god.” Her tone was serious and reverent, but the twinkle in her eyes gave her away. He felt his own lips twitch, and then they were both laughing.
They were interrupted by what sounded like thunder except that it went on and on. Mal realized, from her expression, that Rebecca had no idea what it was. There was a sound like a sonic boom, and he could see that she was panicked as she threw herself into his arms. Holding her tightly, he turned her and directed her gaze upward. The Sonesta Maho was right beside the airport. With her late arrival last night, she must not have realized that the flight path was right over the beach.
He felt the tension ease out of her body as she realized what was happening and gazed at the sky as the jumbo jet rumbled only a few hundred feet over their heads as it glided into for landing. When it was out of sight, she turned to him, wonder in her eyes.
Mal didn’t stop to think. He leaned down and captured her mouth with his, kissing her, with his tongue, hard and impatient and demanding. She responded in kind, sucking lightly on his tongue before he pulled back so that he could see her face.
He’d put his arms around her when she’d panicked, and he’d held her close. Now his embrace changed as he pulled her against him, her lower body pressed against his hard cock. He gripped her buttocks and ground her against him, gazing into her eyes and seeing the almost drugged look that passion could cause. It made him want to throw her down and fuck her where they stood. However, they were in Maho Beach in St. Maarten and not the private beaches of Libertine Island, so he reluctantly released her and stepped back.
Luckily his shorts were baggy so most people wouldn’t notice his raging hard-on. Rebecca, however, would not only have noticed it, but have felt it when he ground it into her stomach. He felt his cheeks flame with a brief flare of embarrassment, which was made worse by the amusement in her eyes. She didn’t look at all alarmed or upset about him kissing her. She didn’t look aroused anymore, either, unless he looked closely at her or realized that her nipples were hard and trying to poke their way through the tight fabric of her sports bra.
He smiled as she folded her arms across her chest and stared down at his crotch for a moment before gathering up her towel and beach bag, which she’d dropped when the plane had startled her.
“My stuff is with the bellman in the lobby. This way.” Then she strode past him toward the hotel. Mal was left with no option but to trail in her wake. He was surprised to realize that he was equal parts annoyed and amused as he followed behind her, enjoying watching her butt cheeks move under the tight fabric. He’d have enjoyed it more if she was in a bikini or, better yet, a thong, but this was still enjoyable.
But even though he still didn’t think she’d make a great assistant, all he could think about right now was the satisfaction he would get when she finally submitted to him. She’d been aroused by his kiss but she’d quickly tried to hide it from him. He’d get great satisfaction when she begged for his cock. He would make her crawl
for it. He had no doubt about that. It was just a matter of time.
They entered the lobby. She held the door open for him rather than let it slam in his face, however much she seemed tempted. He stomped past her, pausing only long enough to fling instructions at her over his shoulder as he walked past her.
“Get your bags and change your clothes if you need to. You have ten minutes, and then I’m leaving, with or without you.”
Moving quickly, Mal entered the men’s room, which was thankfully empty. Entering a stall, he quickly pushed down his shorts and gripped his still-hard cock, moving his hand quickly.
* * * *
She watched his departing back in disbelief and annoyance after he’d barked out his instructions. Rebecca decided not to change. He had to learn she might be an employee of the Club, but she wasn’t a serf to be ordered around. She decided she was dressed perfectly decently for a resort island, and it wasn’t like there were any visitors yet. Libertine Island’s first paying guests wouldn’t arrive until October 1st.
She did wish she’d had time to have a quick shower to get rid of the sand the seemed to have worked its way between her toes and under her clothing, but since she didn’t, she just retrieved her bags from the bellman and then took a seat where she could keep an eye on the hallway Mal had disappeared down. She wouldn’t put it past him to leave without her, so she wasn’t going to give him the chance.
He’d said his name was Mal Reynolds. She’d been told “Mike” would be picking her up. Maybe she got the name wrong, but she didn’t think so. She wondered why Mal had been the one to pick her up. Certainly he was hot to look at. He was tall, but then, of course, being five foot one, almost everyone looked tall. He had to be six feet tall at least and very muscular. Being an athlete herself, she had a lot of muscle on her body, and people were shocked when they found out she weighed more than one twenty, but he was probably close to two hundred.
