by Sara Fawkes
Another group was full of body piercings, and when she saw them interact, fawning all over one another in an intimate manner that had her mind straying back to the spanking, her body pulsed with desire. Unable to help herself, she let her glance wander to the lagoon. When she realized she was looking for the couple from earlier, it occurred to her that she could very well be turning into a voyeur. Deciding she needed air to clear her head and a cold drink to tamp down the flames, she pushed away from the window.
After fixing her lipstick in the mirror, Josie pulled her hair from the tight bun and let it fan around her shoulders. Feeling slightly more at ease and struggling to push Luca’s titillating request to the back of her mind for the time being, she exited her room and made her way to the poolside bar.
Her stomach took that moment to rumble—a reminder that she hadn’t eaten breakfast. She grabbed a stool and looked over the bar menu as the waiter came up to her. She smiled at the handsome young man dressed in a white shirt that contrasted sharply with his tanned skin and brown eyes.
He wiped his hands on the apron tied around his waist, and his teeth flashed in a smile when he asked, “What’s your pleasure?”
Josie scanned the menu. “I haven’t decided yet,” she answered, “But I’ll start with a glass of orange juice.”
His grin widened. “No, sweetheart. I mean what’s your . . . pleasure.” When Josie gave him a perplexed frown, he gestured with a nod to the others lounging around the bar.
On one side, she spotted two men sitting on a sofa, a woman on her knees in front of them. She had a collar around her neck and, with her mouth wide, was taking turns pleasuring them. When she heard the woman’s sexy moans, Josie wiggled in her chair and glanced past the trio to see a woman covered in black latex leading a man by a leash and collar. Another woman had some sort of ball and gag in her mouth, while a man bent her over a chair and took her from behind.
Josie’s heart began pounding as understanding dawned.
Oh. My. God.
She could hardly believe it. Hardly believe that she hadn’t realized it sooner. This was some sort of sex resort.
“I don’t—” she began, her voice tight.
“Sure you do. Isn’t that why you’re here during Fetish Week?”
Fetish Week?
Her body tensed, and she opened her mouth, but her words lodged somewhere in the back of her throat. Good Lord, what the heck have I gotten myself into? Her blood pressure soared, and common sense dictated that she grab her luggage and sail the hell out of there. She’d grown up in a straightlaced family, where sex was a dirty word and not to be discussed, but there was another part of her, some small part that kept her from moving, that dared her to stay and see where negotiations would lead her. Her thoughts drifted to Luca, and her brain took that moment to consider his secret back room. She couldn’t help but wonder what kind of kink the domineering man was into.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous. Your secrets are safe with me. Vegas rules apply here. What happens at the Mancusi Resort stays at the Mancusi Resort.”
Josie stole a sideways glance at the pretty women who sidled up next to her. She narrowed her eyes and noticed that it was none other than up-and-coming singer Ariel Monroe. Josie mentally kicked herself for not realizing sooner, rather than later, that she was smack-dab in the middle of an “anything goes” club—a club where secrets are safe. Otherwise, a high-profile star like Ariel never would have stepped foot in the place.
As she thought about that more, and how she was playing in Luca’s territory, a place where pleasures were paramount, she suddenly had an epiphany—what he was asking of her had nothing to do with business and everything to do with gratification. Her heart beat madly as she wondered how far she’d go with him . . . and how far she’d let him take her.
NIGHT HAD BLANKETED the island as Luca stood in the private room in the back of his office and used his remote control to turn on the monitors embedded in the wall. He scanned his surroundings, taking in the action unfolding around the resort. He examined the numerous lounges and restaurants, where an array of sexual activity was taking place, then he searched for Josie, hoping to find her waiting for him at his personal, oceanfront table.
He spotted Charles guiding her down the wooden walkway leading to the secluded cove, where he could have her all to himself until he summoned Antonio to join them for a viewing of the lingerie. At the thoughts of Antonio’s joining them, he felt a strange pang of jealousy. He quickly crushed it and reminded himself that this was about sex and sex only.
Five minutes later, he stepped onto the wooden deck that housed his private table. When he saw Josie waiting for him, nervous anticipation written all over her pretty face, something inside him hitched. He took a moment to peruse her sexy black cocktail dress, and while she looked stunning in it, he couldn’t wait to get her out of it.
“Another one of your designs, I see.”
She nodded. “How did you know?”
He leaned in, dropped a soft greeting kiss onto her cheek, then ran his hands along the buttons lining the front of her dress. “It’s your attention to detail. Every great designer adds their own personal touch, something that distinguishes their line from the rest and makes it stand out. This is yours.”
“Yes,” she said, her cheeks flushing with a hint of embarrassment. “Of course you’d know that. It’s your business.”
Luca took his seat across from her and recognized how natural it felt to be with her as he listened to the waves crash against the sandy cove. The light from the overhead lanterns cast soft shadows over his companion and highlighted the streaks in her hair, which was once again pinned at the top of her head.
“The view here is gorgeous.”
Fragrant scents from the flowers lining the walkway flooded his senses, but the aroma was soon overpowered by Josie’s exotic aroma as she rested her elbows on the table and leaned toward him.
“Indeed it is,” he answered, never taking his eyes off her, even when the waiter stepped up to the table to pour their wine. Another waiter served a fresh garden salad, then disappeared down the walkway leading back to the restaurant.
Josie took a small sip of her wine and blinked up at him, waiting for him to guide the conversation.
He picked up his fork, and asked, “Did you explore the island today?”
“I didn’t venture too far.”
“Oh, and why is that?”
Josie toyed with her napkin and crinkled her nose, almost apologetically. “It’s just . . . I’m not really . . . well, you know . . . not really into things like this.”
“Things like what, Josie?” He waved his hand over the food and drinks. “Sharing a meal with me?”
“No, I mean the things that go on here.” She glanced around and lowered her voice even though there wasn’t a person in the near vicinity. “Kinky things.”
Luca leaned back in his chair and kept the grin from his face. “Kinky things?”
“You know what I’m talking about. Voyeurism, exhibitionism, leather and tattoo fixations, and even . . . spankings.” Everything in the way she said spankings gained his attention. Luca narrowed his eyes and stared at her, watching the nervous way she kept avoiding his direct glance. “I don’t have any fetishes.”
His cock twitched with an excitement he hadn’t felt in a very long time, and he was pretty damn certain he’d never been so eager to show a woman just how many fetishes she actually had.
The seduction of sweet Josie Pelletier was meant to be a slow one, but as he stared at her from across the table and watched the way her flesh flushed with color, he knew she needed him in ways she didn’t even understand yet. Knew it was time to step up his game.
Chapter Four
AFTER FINISHING A delicious meal of fresh fish, rice, and vegetables, Josie swallowed the rest of her wine, not quite ready for the dinner to be over but anxious to see where the night led. She’d enjoyed talking with Luca, learning more about his world and the fashion industry
. In turn, he’d asked her questions about herself, her experiences at design school, and the dresses she’d created.
Her gaze had strayed to his scar numerous times, and while she wanted to ask what happened, she was hesitant to pry too deeply into his personal life. From everything she knew, Luca kept most people at a distance and avoided talking about his childhood. It was a life he’d left behind, and all she really knew through rumor was that that he’d fought for everything he had and took no prisoners on his climb to the top.
When Luca finally pushed back from the table, her heart picked up in tempo because, as she thought about what came next, a wave of anxiety coursed through her bloodstream and had her second-guessing her decisions.
“Shall we go?” He held his hand out to her.
She hesitated for a moment.
He dipped his head and lowered his voice. “You do know I could never make you do something you don’t want to.”
Sincere eyes met hers, and everything inside her told her she could trust this man. She slipped her palm into his and let him lift her from her chair. Her body practically collided with his as he stepped closer, and the scent of his skin almost became her undoing. He curled his arm around her back to guide her along the wooden pathway. His heat seeped under her skin, and when a whimper caught in the back of her throat, she stole a quick glance his way, wondering if he’d heard it.
Night activities were taking place around the outdoor bar, and all over the resort, guests could be spotted in various stages of undress as well as various stages of sexual play. Keeping her thoughts focused, she stepped through the main doors and kept pace with Luca. They cut across the wide expanse of floor until they were once again inside his office.
Luca immediately went to the neatly piled stack of lingerie on his desk, and her heart stalled, wondering if he was going to ask her to try them on right there, while he watched. She contemplated that for a moment longer. Maybe that was part of his kink.
As if he knew her innermost thoughts, he picked up her favorite white piece and pressed a button under his desk. A second later, the door to his back room opened, and he waved a hand toward it.
“Why don’t you step into my viewing room and get changed.”
“Viewing room?”
He came up behind her as she entered. “Yes, it’s where I keep an eye on the resort’s activities.” When she cast him a knowing glance, he grinned, and said, “You yourself once said, I like to oversee every aspect of my business.”
Josie stepped into the circular room, and all around her the monitors began turning on. Her eyes widened as what could only be sexual-theme rooms flashed before her. Her mouth dropped open, and heat reverberated through her blood while she watched people engage in sex. When Luca said he’d kept an eye on everything, he wasn’t kidding. Soft moans of delight filled the space, evoking a myriad of sinful thoughts inside her head. Working hard to keep her focus, she walked to the plush sofa in the middle of the circular room and perched on the edge.
“Do these people know . . . ?”
“Of course. Everyone is fully aware that they are being monitored. Believe it or not, Josie, some come for that reason alone,” he answered before he shut the door to give her privacy.
Unable to help herself, she snuck a glance at one of the monitors in time to see a man taking full possession of a woman’s sex. With her legs spread wide, he was plunging his tongue in deep, and the look of ecstasy on the woman’s face had heat pooling between Josie’s thighs. On another camera, a woman was submitting to her man, kneeling before him with her head inclined. Her thoughts drifted to Sophia and how she had bowed to Luca, calling him sir when Antonio disciplined her. Josie’s nipples instantly tightened, and she cursed under her breath for allowing such a scandalous thing to stimulate her.
She slipped off her dress and shimmied into the white, silk bustier with crystal accents lining the lacy front, then pulled on the front-ruffled panties. Once dressed, she stepped back into her heels, tuned out the monitors, and sucked in a sharp breath, needing to get herself somewhat together before she walked into the main office.
When she finally exited the room, she found Luca at his desk, concentration lines pulling at his forehead.
He barely spared her a glance. “If you’ll please have a seat, Josie,” he said, distracted by a file he had in his hand. “Some information just came across my desk, and I must see to it right away.”
“Okay,” she murmured, doing her best to keep the husky desire from her tone.
Josie anchored herself to the chair and tried to tamp down the bout of anxiety that had taken up permanent residency in her stomach. Luca shifted through the files on his desk, and the clock behind it ticked Josie’s body vibrated in anticipation, the wait making her antsy as minutes seemed to turn into hours.
From behind, the sound of the door’s opening gained her attention, and when she heard the lock click into place, she twisted to see Antonio moving toward her.
Luca glanced up and crooked his finger to his business partner. Josie folded one leg over the other and just sat there while the two men talked quietly about some sales data, and for a brief moment she thought he was making her wait extralong on purpose.
Then, catching her by surprise, Luca shot her a glance. In a low, controlled tone, he commanded, “Josie, please uncross your legs.”
Josie swallowed and placed both her high heels on the floor as everything about the powerful man played havoc with her senses.
“Wider please.”
Her heart thudded, and when she didn’t readily obey his order, Luca narrowed his dark eyes and probed. “Did you not hear me?”
Her heart began pounding, and she was sure he could see the rise and fall of her chest. “I heard you.”
He slanted his head. “Does this make you uncomfortable?”
“Yes . . . no . . . I don’t know,” she managed to get out. When she saw the intense way he was looking at her, she felt a little nervous, a little excited.
“Well, what is it Josie? Does it or does it not make you uncomfortable?”
“Yes,” she finally admitted, then shifted restlessly.
Luca stood up, and his gaze dropped to her hard nipples. Antonio moved to the sofa against the side wall, his eyes trained on the two of them.
“Tell me, does wearing sexy lingerie make you feel anything else. And don’t lie to me, otherwise . . .”
She knew exactly what otherwise meant. He’d give her a good hard spanking, which suddenly had her wanting to lie to him.
Oh God!
“It makes me feel feminine, sexy . . . aroused,” she answered blatantly, shocking herself with her boldness.
He went quiet for a long time, and she tried not to squirm on the chair. She squeezed her thighs together, pinching her swollen sex. When he frowned at her closed legs, she inched them open, exposing the lace ruffle on her panties.
He took a long time to stare at her near nakedness. “Are your nipples hard because the lingerie makes you feel sexy?”
“Yes,” she admitted sheepishly but neglected to tell him it was also because of the things she’d seen on the monitors. But she suspected he already knew that. In fact, she suspected he knew so much more about her than she knew about herself.
“Is your cunt wet?”
She blinked up at him. “What?”
“Your cunt. Is it wet?”
“I . . . uh . . .”
“What? Does the word cunt make you uncomfortable?”
“I don’t normally use that word if that’s what you want to know,” she said. She wasn’t a prude, but she’d never talked dirty to a guy and had only used clinical terms when describing her nether region, compliments of a very strict upbringing.
“Have you ever taken it into your own hands before?”
“Excuse me?”
“Have you ever masturbated?”
“I don’t think—”
A shudder moved through her as he dropped down in front of her, gripped her kne
es, and opened them until her sex was practically exposed. “A woman needs to understand the intimate workings of her body, Josie; otherwise, how can she expect a man to give her pleasure when she doesn’t even know what pleases her?”
His fingers climbed higher up her leg, and without conscious thought, she widened her thighs another inch, her body instantly craving something far more intimate from him.
“So let me ask again. Is your cunt wet?”
“Yes.”
Everything about him was so controlled, so serious that it suddenly had her wondering if she was wrong. What if this really was about business, not pleasure? Mortified by that last thought, she sat up a bit straighter in her chair and silently cursed him for making her admit such personal things.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, my cunt is wet.”
“And your clit, is it hard?”
She flicked Antonio a glance in time to see him roll up his sleeves, like he was preparing for something.
“Yes, my clit is hard.” she answered, hardly able to believe he was making her say such naughty words, but then she remembered something else he’d recently told her.
He could never make her do something she didn’t want to do.
“Why don’t you show me?”
A wave of heated anticipation took hold, and her sex muscles clenched, looking for something hard to grip. Feeling reckless and maybe a little defiant, she dared to ask, “Is this about business?”
“Of course. If you’re wet and hard, then I’ll know the clothes are having the desired effect on you.”
With her heart racing, Josie obediently widened her legs farther, squirming as the thin lace scraped her swollen clit as she fully exposed her wet sex . . . er . . . cunt. A whimper lodged in her throat because she suddenly she felt so incredibly naughty, so undeniably wicked.
“Is everything okay?” he asked, seemingly unaffected as she opened herself to him.
Josie nodded, not trusting herself to talk.
He climbed to his feet and waved Antonio over. “What are your thoughts Antonio?”
