by J. A. Bailey
Something warm touched her pussy and she flinched, barely smothering a startled cry.
“Shhhh,” Hunter soothed.
A washcloth. Laura would have laughed at herself it she wasn’t so emotionally fraught. He was cleaning her up.
“Roll over,” he commanded quietly.
She did, avoiding his gaze as she lay naked in front of him. The washcloth gone, he spread something cool over her skin and she lifted her head to see what he was doing.
“It’s just for your skin.” He massaged whatever the concoction was onto the inside of her thighs where the flogger had reached, his strong hands astonishingly gentle and tender. His fingers worked nimbly at her sore, bare pussy before moving up across her breasts. Whether he intended it or not, her nipples peaked under his touch and lust trickled through her once more.
She threw her head back and flung an arm over her face. What was wrong with her? This was not normal - lust for a man so vicious and taciturn. Her cheeks flamed as she recalled her bumbled confession. For years, and to her shame, the thought of being pinned down and fucked had fuelled those few moments when she gave into her needs and brought herself to climax. Only imaginings like that seemed to do it for her, no matter how much she fought against it.
A soft touch to her cheek made her bring her arm away from her face.
“You’re hiding something still, Laura.”
She cringed, wondering if he was going to beat the rest of her secrets out of her. An odd expression crossed his face – a mixture of confusion and…affection?
His eyes hardened abruptly and he stood, straightening out his suit. “You’ll be tired for most of the day. I recommended having a nap if you can.”
Arms clutched around her, Laura pulled herself to sitting and gaped as he strode out and shut the door firmly behind him. That’s it? After everything they just did? But then maybe he was used to pathetic females getting all jittery after he gave them amazing orgasms.
Laura changed back into her uniform, wondering what the other girls would think of her red marks. She envied them, even if she found them weird. Charlotte obviously loved her boyfriend and Simone was so free about her sexuality. The whole Master/slave thing was pretty perverted but Charlotte seemed really content. Maybe her Master gave her amazing orgasms too.
Shit. Hunter was definitely not her Master and nor did she want one. Normal sex. Yes, traditional, respectful, vanilla sex, that was her thing. Even if she never came. But that was her fault, not her boyfriends who had all been enthusiastic enough. Laura sighed. She’d long thought she just wasn’t capable of enjoying sex like other people did. But that didn’t explain how Hunter had given her such an amazing experience.
Flopping back down on the bed, she consider her aching pussy and tingling skin. It was only day one. How the hell was she going to survive another month under his tutelage? And would it be worth it?
***
Drawing in a sharp breath as she came to surface, Laura gripped on to the side of the pool and swept the water from her face. A set of strong male feet came into her vision and she followed them, tracing the powerful legs up to a pair of black swim trunks where her gaze lingered for a moment. With a gulp, she continued upwards and a ripped torso greeted her, covered in a sprinkling of dark hair.
Fuck.
Staring down at her with an arched brow was Hunter.
Fuck.
She came here to get away from him. To get away from what he did to her body. After a long nap, filled with images Mr Hunter and all that he did to her, she needed a distraction. And to burn off some of her sexual frustration. Her first proper orgasm and she was frustrated! What the hell was that about?
“Good evening, Laura,” he greeted her, the deep timbre of his voice making her pussy flinch as she remembered his barked commands.
“G-good evening, Sir.”
Laura remained frozen as he stepped around her and dove cleanly into the water. She turned and watched as he stroked gracefully through the water. Great, now she really was screwed. Her increasing attraction to him was bad enough but now she’d seen what he looked like under those suits…
Fuck.
Logically, she knew she would see him naked eventually but she was kind of hopeful he might just keep the suits on for the rest of the term. His power over her already frightened her to death. It’s wrong, she thought with a shudder. It’s so very wrong. Christ, she’d been so unprepared for any of this. The whole BDSM thing was bad enough but having it inflicted on her by Hunter… that was worst of all. How could she even be remotely attracted to the grouchy, twisted man?
And why did her body respond to him like that? Orgasms were hard enough to come by as they were.
He pulled several lengths as Laura watched, seemingly oblivious to her presence. Her heavy legs remained rooted even as she tried to persuade herself to go. Just get out, Laura. Walk away and leave. Hunter paused at the end of the lane and stared at her, sending a shiver through her. Cheeks flaming, she dove under and swam furiously. She didn’t stop until breathless and exhausted. Unfortunately he was still there and she was still frustrated.
His dark gaze studied her as she swam over to the edge and gathered her breath. “Why did you do that?”
Blinking away the water, she scowled. “Do what, Sir?”
“Swim as if you were trying to escape something. Were you trying to escape me?”
Laura released a spluttered laugh. “Of course not.” His eyebrow twitched as if he didn’t believe her. Damn him. “You were doing the same,” she added.
He chuckled, the sound unexpectedly lifting her heart. “You might be right.”
They stared at each other. Surely he heard her pulse pounding? When he looked at her like that, she was sure he could see everything. Did he know the truth? Was that why he’d taken a disliking to her? Shit. She was such a fool for agreeing to this. No job was worth this.
Courage sapped by his dark eyes, she swam over to the steps. On her like a tiger, he swam quickly after her and she failed to prevent the surprised yelp as she grabbed on to the metal steps and his arms came around her, gripping the railings. She twisted around to find him looming over her, the water dripping from his hair onto her face. The haunted look no longer lingered in his gaze, instead hunger seeped into it and twisted her stomach.
“You are trying to swim away your frustration,” he stated.
Laura gaped up at him, her shaky fingers curling around the stair railings, just beneath his hands. His body pressed into hers, making the steps dig into her back.
“Are you frustrated, Laura?”
“Are you?” she threw back.
A wry smile quirked on his lips. “Yes. God help me, I am.”
His mouth came down upon hers, causing a gasp. She heard his muffled curse as his hands twined under her damp hair and his tongue pressed into her mouth. Powerless against the onslaught, she gripped stupidly at the railings as her body responded to his touch.
Arching into him, she kissed him back. Even as she fought it, her body craved him. One hand released her hair and worked its way down to the edge of her tankini. Strong fingers invaded under the stretchy fabric and forced their way up until they clamped around one taut, aching nipple.
She groaned as his hand held her hair tight and he plucked at her nipple. Heat pooled in her belly and even in the cold of the pool, hot arousal seeped from her pussy. His hairy legs brushed against hers and she bucked into his cock. Fuck, why did she want him so badly? Was it the way he’d fucked her earlier? Had he broken something inside of her? If only she hadn’t given in and told him her twisted desires.
Laura masturbated herself against his cock as shame heated her cheeks. Spikes of pleasure flicked through her bud as she worked up and down him and his breaths came harder. Suddenly he yanked on her hair and forced her stare up at him.
Her throat threatened to close over as his hand left her hair and found her hips, his thumbs pressing under her tankini bottoms. She couldn’t have looked away if
she tried. Hunter peeled away the swimsuit and Laura gulped, her hands still clutching at the bars as she lifted her legs and he pulled them from her.
The cool water rushed about her heated cunt and she whimpered as he flattened his erection against her. Gaze locked onto hers, he retreated and yanked down his swim shorts. Coarse hands squeezed at her arse as he fitted himself against her.
“What do you want, Laura?” he asked roughly.
“You, Sir,” she keened as his teeth came down on her ear and clamped around her lobe. “Oh God, you.”
Hunter lifted his face and nodded with satisfaction. He inched his cock in and Laura moaned as his head invaded her soft flesh, spreading her apart.
“That’s it, take it all, Laura,” he encouraged. “Take my cock in that sweet little cunt.”
“Fuck,” she breathed as he forced his way inside her, the head of his dick hitting her cervix.
“You are so hot and tight. Fuck, you are so fucking tight.” He punctuated his curses with the deep press of his arousal.
The friction made Laura clamp instantly around him and she dug her heels into his arse as the water splashed around them. Hunter’s mouth found the crook of her neck and he bit down on her, the sharp pain making her scream and her body pulse.
They moved more frantically as his fingers bit into her bottom and the metal struck her back, but the pleasure swelling in her made it all seem inconsequential. He released her breasts with one hand and she sighed at the feeling of his coarse hair brushing across her nipples.
“I’m going to fill you full of cum.” His breaths were hot and heavy against her ear. “Do you want to be filled, Laura? Shall I fill that needy cunt?”
Her needy cunt responded to his coarse words, clutching hard at his shaft and Laura gripped the railings even tighter as her body attempted to curl in on itself.
“Yes.” What is wrong with me? “Oh God, fill me.”
She needed it. She needed him. Her body craved his hot cream and she was powerless. As sick and as twisted as her craving for him was, all she could do was hold on and take everything he gave her, gratefully, enthusiastically.
Hips bucking against him, his small groans make her core twitch and she knew she wasn’t far off. Hunter must have felt it as he claimed her mouth, muttering some incoherent words of praise before he did so. The intensity built and built and his cock hardened inside her, ready to spill his load.
A stab of disappointment broke through the lusty haze as his body tensed against her. She wasn’t going to come. Her orgasm earlier must have been a one off.
But then his seed hit the walls of her pussy and she shattered, convulsing wildly. She finally released the railings and threw her arms around his neck as he pressed shaky kisses across her face, rocking into her and drawing out her climax. The tremors of sensation continued to buzz through her veins, her sex pulsing violently.
He drew back, releasing her bottom from his grip. The loss of his hands upon her triggered something and Laura burst into tears, great shuddering sobs wracking her. She dropped her hands from his neck and tried to turn away but his fingers curled around her upper arms and pinned her in place.
“Why are you crying?” His voice sounded harsh and she flinched, unable to look at him as the tears continued to flow. His rough thumbs swept over eyes. “Laura, tell me now.”
The sharp command snapped her out of her stupor and she lifted her gaze to his. “I…those orgasms…I’ve never…”
A scowl crossed his face. “You’ve never come?”
“No…I mean, I have. Just rarely. And not like that…” Laura sniffed and swiped at her nose.
Jaw ticking, he considered her and Laura braced herself for whatever came next. She still found him difficult to read. Tender actions mingled with rough, commanding ones and he baffled her. If it was part of his training techniques, then they were truly bizarre.
He appeared torn between wanting to thrust her away or tug her into him. She released a breath as he pulled her against him, his rough chest soothing her instantly as she burrowed into it. As wrong as their connection was, Laura couldn’t help but be enticed by the comfort he offered.
Laura listened to his steadily slowing breaths and thud of his heart as it ate through her shock. No orgasms for months and now this…twice! What was it about him that made her body react like that? Yes, he was gorgeous but she’d slept with gorgeous men before. She didn’t even like him. And the stuff he did to her…? Ok, so the hair pulling and the general dominance…deep down it tugged at something inside.
But she didn’t want that…did she? It teased at some primitive need. A voice – her mother’s voice – edged into her mind. Dirty. Masturbation, sex, it was all wrong. A coldness crept into her body. Her mother had probably never had sex again after her experience at the hands of her father. Whoever he was.
Her poor mother.
A hard shove against his chest and she broke free of Hunter’s hold. Aware of her nakedness under the water, she peered around for the rest of her swim costume. He lifted a finger and held up her tankini bottoms, his lips twisting.
She snatched them away and hurriedly slipped them on, refusing to meet his gaze. Those brown eyes of his already saw too much. She didn’t deserve such pleasure and she certainly didn’t want it like that, from a man who took and took and yet gave so much. Damn.
In an unexpected move, he backed away, giving her some greatly needed breathing space. But his gaze remained on her, reading her every emotion. Or at least she suspected he was. Without saying anything, she twisted away and climbed the steps, conscious of her trembling legs.
When she reached the top step, he called out to her, making her pause. She refused to turn.
“We’ll continue this tomorrow, Laura.”
She shivered at the deep timbre of his tone and the dark promises that lay beneath it. Laura hurried across the poolside and grabbed her towel, glancing briefly over her shoulder. His powerful body cut through the water once more, leaving an ache in her sex.
How the hell would she survive the rest of the term with that on offer?
Fuck.
***
Laura woke, surprised she’d been able to sleep. Though her mind had been churning, her body obviously had different ideas. She winced as she sat up, her inner and outer muscles twinging. A deep heaviness at in her stomach as she remembered Hunter’s promise.
Charlotte and Simone were already up and dressed. Both grinned at each other and Laura resisted the urge to snarl. Morning people were bad enough, but smug morning people…urgh.
“How did it go yesterday?” Charlotte asked Simone.
“See for yourself!” Simone flipped up her skirt, giving them a full display of her caramel coloured arse and smooth pussy.
“Wow!” Charlotte breathed. “That must have hurt.”
Laura grimaced at the red welts on Simone’s bottom. She wouldn’t be able to sit down for a week. And the woman seemed to enjoy it. There was something really wrong with her. A shame, as Laura envied her confident personality and would probably enjoy a friendship with her if it weren’t for her bizarre sexual tastes.
“Yep!” Simone straightened proudly. “What about you, Laura? You looked like you’d got a good whipping yesterday. Did you have fun?”
“Fun?” Laura lifted her sheets away and pulled up her camisole top. Creamy white skin greeted her once more, thank goodness. At Simone’s puzzled frown, Laura caught herself. “Oh yes, fun. Definitely. Uh huh.”
Charlotte studied her closely. Could she see through her act? Charlotte was clearly clever so maybe she could see that she wasn’t here for the same reasons they were. Why did such an intelligent woman want to be a submissive? Weird.
“Were things ok with Mr Hunter?” Charlotte pressed.
“Ok…?” Laura’s mind drifted as her body recalled the explosive orgasms he’d given her. Snapping back, she smiled weakly and straightened her shoulders. “Yes, it was fine. I’m not scared of him.”
Though Charlotte didn’t look convinced, she probably realised it wasn’t worth pushing and grabbed her toiletries. “Wonder what Jake’s got in store for me today?” she murmured with a wide grin before swanning off to one of the bathrooms.
Laura suspected she’d definitely got the short straw with Hunter. Although she didn’t envy Simone her stripes. Truth was, Hunter still petrified her, but not in the same way he had yesterday. His glower or his terse manner didn’t frighten her now. No, knowing the effect he had on her and how easily he chipped through her barriers terrified her more than anything. She sucked in a deep breath and held it. Today would be different. Whatever he did to her, he would not break her again.
“Hey, did you go swimming in the end last night?”
She snapped her head up, feeling heat blossom instantly in her cheeks. “Er…yeah, why?”
“Oh, well, I went for a swim this morning but it was closed for cleaning.” Simone shrugged as she dabbed one some lip-gloss.
“Maybe…maybe they do that every morning…”
“Maybe. Hey, you better get dressed. Breakfast is soon and we still need to visit the spa. Don’t want to piss of Mr Hunter any more. He’s already pissed at you as is it, though God knows why.”
Simone’s words forced Laura’s heavy legs out of bed and she dragged herself off to the bathroom to wash and change.
“We’ll continue this tomorrow…”
What the hell did that mean? Did he want to fuck her again? Her body tightened at the thought. Grateful she’d had the foresight to wash and blow dry her hair after swimming, she took a quick shower and donned her uniform. She found herself putting on more make-up than normal. A hefty dose of mascara, and some blusher and lip-gloss. Head tilting from side to side, she studied herself in the mirror. Why did she seem to have so little effect on him? Ok, so he did get an erection around her but most guys got erections around naked women. It annoyed her that while his physique and brooding looks stole her breath, he seemed completely unaffected by her.
