Jonas withdrew and drew her back into his arms. He banded one across her waist and closed his other hand around one exposed breast. “I want you to wear Ryan and Ellen’s gift to dinner.”
Almost an entire day passed between the time she set it aside and the time she’d found a quiet moment, but she’d finished opening her birthday presents. When she’d called to offer dubious thanks for the gift, Ellen had chuckled and informed her that Ryan had picked it out. The white chastity belt was made from PVC and neoprene, and it had places to attach various vibrating and dildo-shaped objects, which he’d also thoughtfully supplied. Sophia’s gift had been a set of matching wrist and ankle cuffs, and a collar with nipple clamps attached. It wouldn’t surprise her to find out that Sophia and Ryan had conspired together. Or that they’d all known about Jonas’s gift.
Sabrina nodded, not that she had a real choice. Though his command had been couched as a request, it wasn’t one. Jonas rarely picked out her clothing or accessories. When he did, he expected his instructions to be obeyed. Never once in their five years together had she disobeyed anything he’d asked. Even if she had, nothing would come of it. Unlike some of the other Doms and Dommes they knew, Jonas didn’t believe in delivering punishments. It just wasn’t his style. She recognized and respected his authority. It was all the motivation she required.
“Will you put it on me?”
“Of course.”
Of all the attachments supplied with the belt, he chose a curved metallic piece that fit snugly into the palm of his hand. It wasn’t very narrow in the middle, and it flared out at both ends. Having played with the devices as she put batteries inside, she knew it was a very powerful vibrator.
Jonas slipped the remote into one of the many pockets on his cargo shorts. Then he took her arm and escorted her downstairs. She still wore the white, sleeveless sundress, though she had wanted to change. The stiff material that fit tightly over her breasts was supposed to provide support. Due to their interlude on the balcony, it had lost its shape. Now the bust line was a little wrinkled and kept inching downward. Unless she kept a close eye on the dress, her breasts were likely to make an unscheduled appearance.
They went to Hades’s Palace for dinner. During the short walk, she let go of his hand to hike up the fabric three times.
“Leave it be.” Jonas said after the third time.
“I should have changed.”
“No, you shouldn’t have. I like you in that dress. White is particularly becoming on you. If it falls in front and your luscious breasts fall out, I’ll either put them back in or leave them out. It depends on what I want.”
A small shiver ran through her body, and some of her cream wet the dormant vibrator resting against her intimate tissues. Nothing turned her on more than when he stripped away her choices. While being naked in front of other people didn’t affect her the way it affected him, she had to admit she did like to see appreciative and longing looks cast in her direction.
However, when they were in a scene in public, she focused exclusively on him. When Jonas looked at her with that tawny color to his eyes, nobody else existed.
And so she pressed her free arm firmly to her side, hoping it would be enough to hold up her top.
Hades’s Palace wasn’t quite what Sabrina had expected. Surrounded by Persephone’s Garden on all sides, it rose from the center of the sculpted garden, a huge, obsidian structure glittering in the waning sunlight. The place looked dark and foreboding, imposing yet inviting. The very architecture embodied sin and decadence.
The inside was filled with shops and restaurants, each oriented toward a particular kink. In the center, the ceiling rose five stories to the top of the palace where it terminated in brilliantly colored mosaics that cast countless hues everywhere. The beauty of it stole Sabrina’s breath.
“Jonas, it’s incredible. The pictures in the brochure didn’t do it justice.”
He finished his slow perusal of the place. “Nope. They didn’t. We’re at Demeter’s tonight. I’m looking forward to seeing what the Goddess has for us.”
A man in a brightly colored shirt and khaki shorts came toward them, his arms spread in a welcoming gesture. “I’m Chad. Welcome to Hades’s Palace. Do you need some help?”
Jonas shook Chad’s hand. “We have reservations at Demeter’s, but I’m wondering what else goes on here.”
Chad gestured to the atrium positioned above them. “This is the shopping district. You’ll find stores that specialize in nearly every kind of kink, as well as regular shopping. We have a pharmacy right next to the doctor’s office.” Then he turned to indicate an archway to the left. “Through there are the private apartments of some of the senior staff. The dining rooms are to your right, and the south side of the palace, as well as the nearby parts of Persephone’s Garden, are dedicated to sex. You’ll find private and public rooms dedicated to pretty much anything you can think up. If you like, you can arrange a private room set up however you want.”
The sheer size and decadence of the palace impressed Sabrina. Hades’s Palace was on par with luxury resorts the world over. It had everything she could imagine, and it was only one part of the tropical island.
Jonas grinned when Chad mentioned sex. It was a wily look, laden with unspoken intentions that made Sabrina’s stomach twist into anticipatory knots. The device trapped between her legs under the chastity belt hummed to life. The jolt combined with her reaction to his smile, and only Jonas’s arm around her waist kept her knees from buckling.
Chad provided clear directions, and they found Demeter’s without incident. The room was decked out in an ancient Grecian decor, complete with marble columns and long, low tables that featured animal legs to hold them up. She and Jonas shared a surprisingly comfortable stone bench perched on four lion’s legs. The fine workmanship showed the fur and claws in startling, if stony, detail.
Sabrina rocked back and forth on her seat, trying to move the vibrator a little to the left in the hopes it would hit a spot a little better. In all the years they’d been together, she’d never successfully masturbated unless she was still sore from a scene or a rough interlude.
Jonas leaned close. “Uncomfortable?”
“A little. An orgasm would help relieve some of the tension.” She managed a cheeky, suggestive smile, though she felt more desperate than anything else.
He got that look on his face that sent her pulse rocking. She recognized that her husband and the father of her children was gone, replaced by this handsome Dom who inspired both longing and a little anxiety. This wasn’t a role he played. It was too substantial and real to be an assumed identity. This was a part of him that he’d kept hidden for most of the first year of their marriage. He hadn’t been afraid she’d reject it. On the contrary, he’d been afraid she would like that part of him better than the rest.
While she loved this part of him, her affection for her Dom was equal to her love for all the other facets of his personality. She loved him too much to stick him into a simplified category.
He expertly removed the clip holding her hair in a neat twist at the nape of her neck and deposited it into his pocket. Then he ran his fingers through the strands until it streamed down her back and over her shoulders. She’d once cut it short, and he’d forbidden her from ever doing that again.
“If you’re very good, I might remove that belt later. For now it stays put. You’ll have an orgasm if and when I decide. Do you understand?”
She nodded, answering his unspoken question as well as the one he actually asked. No orgasm would be forthcoming any time soon, and there was nothing she could do or say to change that fact. He was in charge, and her body was his to use as he pleased. It only made her wetter. The vibrator slipped the smallest bit to one side, but it didn’t ease her ache.
The tables were arranged around the periphery of the room. In the center, two steps took diners down to a place where pillows were arranged in small piles. Doms and Dommes sat on several of them. Slaves knelt on th
e floor nearby. Some of them fed their Masters or Mistresses and were fed in return. Others simply sat in their submissive positions, waiting for instructions. One female slave was being paddled by her Master as another slave looked on.
Sabrina gazed longingly at the paddle. Jonas almost never used one. He preferred to spank with his hand, or he’d work her over with his flogger. Sometimes he got out the massage table and lightly caned her. It wasn’t the paddle she craved, but desperation for any kind of relief sounded good right about now.
A waiter dressed in the bright shirt and khaki shorts favored by the resort employees brought a bread bowl filled with lentil soup. He set two bowls directly on the table, deposited a napkin and spoon, and left. A waitress appeared on her other side. She set down terra-cotta glasses filled with water. No alcoholic beverages were allowed on the island, as kinky play required a clear head and clear consent.
Sabrina thanked both servers, and they melted away to serve the next couple. Jonas turned off the vibrator.
“In ancient Greece, they didn’t have forks, but they did have spoons. The used bread to pick up finger foods and to wipe their hands afterward. Those pieces were tossed to the floor where the dogs got to finish them off.” Jonas offered this information, she knew, because she had an issue with the fact the food was set directly on the table.
“Good. I’m not eating the bread on the bottom.” The bowl wasn’t huge. It was meant to be the first course.
The second course consisted of a salad. Feta, Kalamata olives, cucumber, chickpeas, sun-dried tomatoes, and baby spinach were finely chopped and covered with some kind of dressing. It tasted great with the flatbread on which it was served. She was getting over the plate thing.
By the time the main course came around, she was stuffed. The delicately seasoned calamari tempted her for two bites. The moment she gave up on eating, the vibrating began again. She groaned and leaned her forehead on his shoulder.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
He snagged a piece of her calamari and popped it into his mouth. “Immensely. I love when the food is this good and I didn’t have to cook it.”
As a rule, he didn’t let her near the kitchen except to clean up. Even then, they had a housekeeper to help out with those chores. Sabrina had become the senior vice president in charge of marketing for Rife and Company. It left her little time to attend to shopping and cleaning. When she wasn’t at work, she devoted all of her time to her family.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
He wasn’t the kind of Dom who had a problem with attitude or a strong personality, so she didn’t worry about retribution. Generally, he did whatever he wanted whether or not she behaved. The only thing he insisted upon was something that invariably made her blush. She did not like to use graphic language. He found this amusing, and it was the one thing he consistently held over her.
His shoulder shook slightly as he chuckled. “It’ll get better.”
Workers folded back doors on three sides of the cavernous room, and a warm breeze drifted through, carrying with it the perfume of tropical flowers. The sun sank low on the horizon. A million colors streaked above the beautiful gardens outside. It stole her breath, momentarily making her forget the need growing more acute by the second.
“I’m so glad you brought me here.”
He didn’t answer. When she managed to tear her gaze from the spectacular display of nature’s resplendence, she found him watching her, an expression of infinite tenderness on his face.
He leaned down, and she shifted to greet his lips. What started as an expression of affection and love quickly heated. She opened her mouth, urging him to stake a deeper claim. He obliged, pulling her onto his lap to hold her closer. She melted into his embrace and rubbed her thigh against his erection. If he was as horny as she, then she had a chance of seducing him into taking off the belt and satisfying their desires.
She ran her hands up his chest and gripped his shoulders hard. Her fingers dug into his muscles, but she didn’t bother to temper her reaction. This was no place to hold back.
It didn’t take long for him to pry her hands away. He broke the kiss and held up his hand, motioning to one of the servers.
“Restraints, please.”
“What kind, Sir? I have metal handcuffs and neoprene wrist cuffs with snaps.” He spoke as if he were naming the dessert options.
Sabrina silently prayed for the wrist cuffs. Handcuffs dug in too much when she struggled against them. The neoprene might leave a red mark or two, but they didn’t bruise or restrict her circulation.
In seconds, the server produced the softer cuffs. Jonas fastened them with the Velcro straps and snapped them together behind her back. The juices between her legs started coming faster.
He pushed the front of her dress lower, tucking it under her breasts. He closed a hand over one globe and fondled it lazily. Then he glanced up at the server. “This will do. Thank you. Is that baklava for dessert?”
The young man nodded. “We have six kinds. Would you like a variety platter?”
“Sounds great.”
Though the exchange hadn’t lasted for too long, Jonas had alternated kneading her breast and grazing his palm over her hardened nipple while they talked. Sabrina quivered in his lap. She was so wet she wondered if the vibrator might slip out.
Jonas might have had the same thought. He slipped a finger under the edge of the belt nearest her mons and pushed it back into place. Then he cranked it up a notch higher.
The server brought the baklava on an earthenware platter, thank the Gods, so she didn’t have to worry about that lack. Not that she planned to eat. Food was the last thing on her mind. She rested her head against Jonas’s shoulder and closed her eyes. It focused the sensation, but it was useless to ignore it right now anyway.
Jonas munched the baklava and struck up a conversation with the couple across the table. Sabrina had barely noticed them before. She’d taken note of the other people at the table, but she hadn’t paid them too much mind. Part of what she liked about being the submissive in the relationship was the absence of the expectation that she would be outgoing. Jonas was the extroverted half of their pair. She liked that about him.
Just now it was driving her nuts. She wanted him to shut up and fuck her. If she told him that, especially if she insisted, he would not take it well. It was one thing for her to sass him when the conversation was between the two of them. It was quite another for her to do it in front of others, doubly taboo after he’d established their roles for the night.
So she suffered through an excruciating half hour while he caressed her skin, played with her breasts, and alternated changes in vibrator speed with brief respites. In time, the sunlight dimmed and servers fired just enough sconces to keep people from tripping over one another.
Jonas feathered his fingers through her hair one more time and turned her face to capture her lips. Sabrina moaned and accepted him into her mouth, but she didn’t move. Her limbs were heavy with need, and her wrists were still bound behind her back. She felt drugged and damp, his puppet to control however he wished.
“Let’s walk through the gardens on the way back. You’ve been very well behaved, honey. When we get to the suite, I’m going to tie you to the bed and make slow love to you.”
“Yes, please.” Her voice scratched in her throat and sounded husky with desire. She was a little surprised he didn’t plan to take her right there, as more than a few couples were doing at that moment, but she wasn’t about to argue with a scenario that left her mostly clothed in public and still guaranteed satisfaction.
He unclipped the snaps holding her cuffs together and helped her stand up. Then he lifted the hem of her knee-length dress and removed the chastity belt. His hands were cool on her skin. His fingertips brushed lightly against her, but he didn’t seek more substantial contact. The warm air felt cool next to the heat trapped between her legs. She inhaled at the sudden temperature difference even as she l
uxuriated in that small relief.
She wanted to fix the top of her dress, but she knew better than to try. He wanted her breasts exposed. It was his way of flaunting his possessions, only she felt his sentiment was now a little misplaced. Her girls weren’t quite as perky as they’d once been.
Her accessories disappeared into one of his many pockets. A fleeting wish that he would leave the curved vibrator out came and went. It would fit in the palm of his hand, but she wasn’t in the mood for his hand. She’d had enough foreplay. She wanted to feel his cock filling her and his hips pounding against her thighs until she passed out.
He held her hand and led her on a slow stroll. Sabrina vaguely noted the statues and sculptures as they passed by. Most of them had ground lights strategically placed to illuminate the artistic detail. Muffled moans and cries drifted through the air, taunting her and making her anticipate the fulfillment of Jonas’s promise that much sooner.
As they neared the place where the path split in three directions, Jonas came to an abrupt halt. Sabrina didn’t think he was lost. The sign pointing to their building utilized reflective paint and a small floodlight. She turned to face him, her eyebrows drawn in confusion.
He shoved at her hip, forcing her to take quick steps backward to keep up with him. Her heart beat faster, and she recognized the dangerous glint in his tawny eyes. Cream trickled down her inner thigh. She couldn’t say why, exactly, but when he got physical with her like this, she lost all control. He set off a primitive response she had long ago given up trying to master.
She followed his cues, blindly trusting him as she walked backward, until she came up against something solid, a hard line across her lower back. A brief glance over her shoulder showed it was one of the many statues. This one featured a servant holding an empty tray. From the way Jonas had positioned her, it looked like she was now on the menu.
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