Constant Craving [Rapture Island 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic)

by Leah Brooke

  Grabbing one of the towels, he rubbed it briskly over himself before wrapping it around his waist. “First of all, the rules aren’t stupid, and they serve a purpose—which we’ve already discussed. And yes, a submissive must follow those rules. You don’t have to agree with them, and you certainly don’t have to like them, but you do have to obey them. If you don’t for whatever reason, you have to accept the punishment.”

  Grabbing another towel, he started toward her, holding out a hand to steady her as she got out. “It wouldn’t be punishment if you liked it.” Sitting with her on his lap, he eluded her efforts to take the towel from him and began to dry her. “Knowing that you’re going to have to drape yourself across my lap if you disobey me should go a long way toward curbing your defiance. Stand up.”

  Standing in front of him, Kelsey grimaced. “I can dry myself, you know?”

  “Yes, I know, but that’s not the point now, is it? You’re mine, at least for the rest of our stay here. It’s up to me to care for you.” Blowing out a breath, he swatted her ass. “I’ve told you that enough times already, Kelsey. Stop trying to renegotiate our agreement. It’s done. Stand still.”

  He reached for a jar that sat on the counter with several other supplies from the spa. After scooping out some of the thick cream with the tips of his fingers, he turned to her and began to smooth it onto her mound.

  Bracing a hand on the countertop, she bit back a moan at the cooling sensation. “You were right. It’s a lot more sensitive there. It makes me feel even more naked, if that’s possible.”

  Gabriel nodded and finished smoothing on the balm. “Turn around and bend over. I want to put some on your bottom. It’ll soothe you there.”

  Uncomfortable doing something so intimate, she hesitated, earning a disapproving look from him.

  Shaking his head, he smiled faintly. “You can’t follow the simplest instructions, can you?”

  Clenching her jaw, she turned, sticking her ass out at him. “I can follow them. It’s just different when I’m not aroused. It’s…intimate.”

  Gabriel chuckled softly, spreading her bottom cheeks and rubbing some of the soothing balm on to her puckered opening. When he finished, he stood and washed his hands, looking at her in the mirror as he dried them. “But what I did to you in the playroom wasn’t intimate?” Rubbing her hip, he guided her into the bedroom.

  Walking beside him, and warmed by his touch, Kelsey looked up at him and frowned. “I told you, it’s different when I’m aroused. I guess most people are the same. You’d do things when you’re aroused that you normally wouldn’t do.”

  Going to the closet, Gabriel picked out another outfit for her, this one in red with gold beaded trim.

  “You’ll find that I don’t have to be aroused to touch you intimately.” He ran the backs of his fingers over her breasts as he fastened the jeweled clasp. “I love your soft skin and I’m going to touch you quite often. Everywhere.”

  Ignoring her glare, he slipped on another pair of cotton pants in white, and a black cotton T-shirt, somehow looking sophisticated and elegant in the casual clothing. Grinning, he held out a hand to her. “Of course, as soon as I touch you, I’m aroused. Come on. Let’s go down and pick up the picnic lunch they’ve prepared for us. We can eat on the beach.”

  Chapter Ten

  Gabriel made a call before they left the room, telling someone on the other end that they would be on the south side of the island.

  As they left the room, Kelsey eyed him curiously. “Who did you just call?”

  “Steve’s men. I don’t want anyone spying on us.” Sliding a hand under her sarong, and over the cheek of her ass, Gabriel smiled. “It’s a very private picnic, and I don’t want anyone to see my exclusive property.”

  Stepping into the elevator, Kelsey frowned up at him. “You know I hate it when you call me your pet or your property. I think you do it just to piss me off.”

  When the doors closed, Gabriel ran a finger down her arm, making her shiver. “For this week, you’re both. You’re also the most important thing in my world, and what I value and cherish above all else.” Grinning, he leaned close. “And yes, to piss you off. You’ve been giving me trouble ever since I met you. You’re not an easy woman to know, Kelsey, and can be as frustrating as hell, but I understand you, and I sure as hell understand what you need. You’ve made me see what I need as well.”

  Not knowing how to respond to that, and uncomfortable at the rush of warmth that his words and the affection in his eyes created, she looked away. Stiffening at the feel of his hand sliding under the sarong again and over her mound, she whipped her head around. “Stop that.”

  “No. I want to touch you, and I won’t be ignored. Here we are.”

  When the elevator doors opened, he led her to one of the chairs in the lobby. “Wait here. Our basket should be at the desk.”

  Several minutes later, Kelsey found herself sitting on a blanket in the soft sand, with Gabriel sprawled out next to her. “You know, I never would have taken you for the picnic type.”

  Gabriel reached into the basket and pulled out a bottle of wine, sitting up to uncork it. “Oh? And what type am I?”

  She opened the basket with the intention of retrieving the wineglasses, blinking up at Gabriel when he slapped her hand away.

  “No peeking. So, what type do you think I am?”

  Stretching out, she leaned back on her hands and looked out at the ocean, feeling more relaxed than she could ever remember. “I take you as the fancy restaurant type.” Gesturing toward the bottle into the two crystal glasses he’d retrieved from the basket, she smiled. “Wine. Crystal. A closet full of designer suits.”

  He offered her one of the glasses. “I like the finer things in life. I work hard, and I enjoy surrounding myself with beautiful things, and I like my comfort. Is there anything wrong with that?”

  “No. It’s just that you and I have absolutely nothing in common.”

  Reaching out, Gabriel slid two fingers behind the clasp between her breasts and undid it. Still holding one end when the other fell away, he brought it toward his face, running it under his nose and inhaling deeply, while his gaze moved over her exposed breasts.

  Raising a brow, he eyed her searchingly. “I didn’t think you particularly cared if we had anything in common. I think I like you in lavender. What do you think?”

  Inwardly wincing at her slip, she kept her features carefully schooled so as not to let him see just how fascinating and erotic she found his sensual actions. She loved the feel of the sun on her breasts, thrilled at the warm breeze blowing over her nipples. With her hair still up in a high ponytail, there was nothing to cover her, and she loved it.

  “I don’t care. I just find your lifestyle interesting.” Laughing softly when his eyes narrowed, she shook her head. “I could never live it, but it’s interesting.” Gesturing toward strip of silky fabric he’d set aside, she raised her glass. “I don’t wear perfume. I’m surprised you picked something floral. I’m not exactly the feminine type.”

  Gabriel reached into the basket again. “You claimed that you weren’t the submissive type either, and yet you’re both. I think I know you better than you know yourself, my pet.” Frowning, he glanced up at the sun. “Even though it’s late afternoon, we’re going to have to watch your skin. I don’t want you getting burned.”

  Enjoying the sensuality and freedom of the being naked from the waist up, of being outside with no chance of being seen, she smiled and took a sip of her wine. “This is one of my fantasies, you know?”

  “What is?”

  Lifting her face to the sun, she closed her eyes, humming with pleasure at the feel of the warm breeze blowing over her breasts. “I’ve always wanted to sunbathe in the nude. I know sunbathing is bad for you and all that, but it’s something I always wanted to do. It just seems so decadent.” Shading her eyes, she looked at him again, expecting him to make some sarcastic remark.

  Instead, he looked pleased that she’d confided
in him. “We wouldn’t want to deny you any of your fantasies. I’ll let you sunbathe for a little while. I want to put some sunscreen on you, though.” His wicked grin sent a surge of lust through her. “I wouldn’t want sunburn to get in the way of my plans for you.”

  With a laugh, Kelsey reached out to him, cupping his jaw. “You really are naughty, a quality I really like in a man.”

  Gabriel’s eyes narrowed, something flashing in them and disappearing before she could decipher it.

  Shocked at what she’d done, she started to pull her hand away, her breath catching when Gabriel caught it in his and lifted it to his lips. Belatedly remembering she’d been forbidden from touching him, she started to apologize. “I’m—”

  “Don’t.” His eyes gleamed with something that stole her breath and made her heart race. “You told me one of your fantasies. That means a great deal to me. Would you like to touch me?”

  Taking a sip of wine to ease her dry throat, she eyed him warily, wondering how he would react if he knew that she wanted to touch him almost constantly. “Wouldn’t that break the rules?”

  His eyes narrowed warningly as he tightened his hold in her wrist, preventing her from pulling away from him. “When I ask you a question, I expect an answer.”

  The tingling in her nipples shouldn’t have surprised her. Bared to the waist, she couldn’t hide it, stiffening when Gabriel let his gaze linger over her nipples just long enough to let her know that he saw her reaction. She already knew she responded to that steely, silky tone, a tone that held a hint of a threat, and a lot of control.

  Shaking her head, she pulled her hand away, relieved that he allowed it. “Yes, I’d like to touch you.” Lifting the glass again, she eyed him over the rim. “Can I ask you a question?”

  “Of course.”

  “Would you like me to touch you?” Her hands itched to stroke his skin, to feel that hard, hot muscle bunch and shift as she ran her hands over him.

  She needed to know if she would see desire in his eyes when she ran her hands over him.

  Reaching out a hand, Gabriel ran the backs of his fingers over her right breast. He didn’t speak for several long seconds, seeming lost in thought as he teased her nipple, never looking away from it.

  Finally, he lifted his head, his expression cool. “I’d like very much to have your hands on me, but I’m afraid that’s not part of our agreement. When you want to touch me, ask. I may or may not let you, depending on the circumstances. Right now, the answer is no.” Producing a tube of sunscreen, he gestured toward her sarong. “Strip out of that and let me put this on you so we can eat. No. Stand up. I want to see you.”

  She’d always considered herself slightly brazen, but still looked around to make sure no one could see her as she got to her feet, the vulnerability she felt in Gabriel’s presence emphasized when she unclasped the sarong and let it fall to the blanket.

  He reached for it almost immediately, shoving it into the basket with her top. “Come here.”

  She closed the short distance between them, swallowing heavily and trying not to think about the fact that her mound was practically in his face.

  Squeezing a generous amount of sunscreen into his hand, Gabriel eyed her critically. “Your skin isn’t fair, but fair enough. I’m going to have to watch you closely.”

  Kelsey gasped at the feel of the cool lotion touching her skin, trembling as it warmed almost immediately as Gabriel smoothed it in. Her stomach quivered under his hand, and she found herself holding her breath as he slid his hand lower. Her thighs trembled under his touch, and when he ordered her to spread them, her cheeks burned in embarrassment at the moisture coating them.

  She settled somewhat when he moved lower to apply sunscreen to her knees, her shins, and even her feet.

  He didn’t speak as he ran his hands over her, pausing to fill his palms several times, his movements slow as he rubbed the lotion thoroughly into her skin. Once he’d finished with her belly and legs, he concentrated on her mound.

  “Keep your legs spread. I want to put on a nice thick coat because you’re going to lie back with your legs parted, and I want your slit protected.”

  Biting her lip to hold back a cry, Kelsey stood as still as she could while Gabriel applied a thick layer of sunscreen to her slit, his fingers moving with firm deliberation over her folds.

  A moan escaped when he got to his feet and began to rub the lotion on to her arms and shoulders, the rhythm of his caresses lulling her into a relaxed state that soon had her closing her eyes and leaning back against him.

  When his hands came around her to massage the lotion into her breasts, she’d become so relaxed and pliant that she couldn’t even stiffen.

  Instead, she slumped back against him with a moan.

  Neither one of them spoke as he smoothed the lotion into her skin, the feel of his warm, firm hands on her breasts building her arousal by slow increments.

  By the time he finished applying the sunscreen, every inch of her skin tingled with awareness. His touch, the warm sun, and the island breeze, along with the vulnerability of being naked outside, all combined to ignite her senses in a way that left her trembling and feeling slightly primitive.

  Once he lowered her to the blanket, Gabriel sat across from her again and frowned. “Give me your nipples. I want to put a thick coat on them so they don’t burn. Get on your knees and lean toward me.”

  Reacting to the authority in his tone, Kelsey slowly came to her knees and leaned toward him, feeling like a seductress. Arching her breasts toward him only increased the wild hunger burning inside her.

  His smile of appreciation made her want him even more, and was immediately followed by the flash of challenge in his eyes. “No, my pet. Cup them. Offer them to me.”

  Her pussy clenched at the dare. To tease both of them, she ran her hands over her stomach, working her way slowly to her breasts, the thick coat of lotion making her skin slippery to the touch. Trailing her fingers over the underside, she stared into his eyes, thrilling when they darkened and narrowed. Cupping her breasts, she lifted them to him. “Like this, Master?”

  Surprising herself by addressing him in such a way, she found herself even more surprised by the jolt of heat that went through her, a heat reflected in Gabriel’s eyes.

  “Very good, my pet. God help me when you realize what you do to me. Now, be still so I can put this on you.”

  Using the tips of two fingers, Gabriel applied a thick layer of the sunscreen in a circular motion over her nipple, his slow devious caress sending ribbons of tingling sensation to her clit. “Spread your thighs for me.”

  Obeying him, she shivered as a warm breeze blew over her damp folds, once again struck by just how naked she felt now that she’d been waxed.

  He left her nipples white with the thick cream and moved his attention to her slit. “We need to keep this covered. I wouldn’t want you to burn here. That would ruin all my fun.” Applying a thick coat of the sunscreen, he glanced up, smiling. “You’re soaking wet, my pet. You’re such a sensuous creature and you never even allow yourself to explore that side of yourself. Pity.”

  Flattening her hands on her stomach, she tried to keep still as he massaged the cream into her skin, each slide of his fingers over her mound and folds exciting her more.

  “Sex has always been fast and furious. That’s how I like it.”

  Gabriel inclined his head. “It can be that way. It can also be slow and breathtaking. You like to play. You like to explore, and you’re delightfully curious. I’m honored that you allow me to show you this side of yourself. Your trust in exploring with me means a great deal to me, probably a lot more than you realize.”

  When he finished, he sat back, reaching into the basket again and producing a package of wipes. “I had the chef prepare a light lunch for us. Lean back on your hands again, and you can do your sunbathing while I feed you. I want you to savor it while you’re lying there with the sun and the breeze on your skin.”

  Leaning ba
ck on one arm, Kelsey trembled with anticipation and arousal as she watched Gabriel over the rim of her wineglass. Her heart raced at the sight of him as he stripped off his shirt and dug into the basket again. “So you rub sunscreen on me, wash me, feed me, and I’m the submissive one?”

  Gabriel grinned. “I told you, it takes some time to get used to. Actually, I’m going very slowly with you. With only a week to work with, I should speed it up, but I don’t think you could handle it.”

  Insulted, Kelsey sat up. “What do you mean, I can’t handle it? What kind of stuff do you want to do to me?”

  She had to learn everything she could about her ability to be what he needed before the week was up, something she couldn’t do if he went too slowly.

  It appeared she’d have to dare him—challenge him—to speed things up.

  * * * *

  Gabriel let his gaze rake over her again, his cock still throbbing at the way she’d addressed him as Master without coaxing. He watched her carefully, pleased to see that she reacted to the slightest inflection in his tone of voice.

  He wanted to transport her into a world where nothing mattered except his voice, his touch, and him.

  Holding up a cold shrimp, he smiled. “It’s a matter of conditioning, Kelsey. You need to think like a submissive, one of the hardest things to do. I understand that a lot of this is an adventure for you, and very different. You’re alternately rebellious or a smart-ass, addressing me as Master when you want to play.” He ran the shrimp over her bottom lip, pulling it back when she started to close her mouth over it.

  “No. Part your lips. Touch the shrimp with your tongue.”

  He tensed, his cock jumping at the rebellion in her eyes now as her tongue darted out, the tip of it touching the shrimp. “Very good. Now, take a bite and chew it slowly. Savor it.”