by Lisabet Sarai, Trina Lane, Elizabeth Coldwell, Charlotte Stein, Jane Davitt, Justine Elyot
“Good, because I like seeing you on your knees before me.”
Elaina’s eyes shone with excitement. She licked her lips, and Derrick was tempted—oh so tempted—to fill them with something other than the feast resting on the table. Instead, he calmly sliced a piece of the filet mignon and placed it on Elaina’s lips in offering. She opened obediently and an earthy groan vibrated around his fingertips as the flavours burst across her tongue. Satisfaction with her easy acceptance warmed his gut, but he kept his features as even as possible. Some of the pleasure he felt must have shown through, though, because Elaina’s lips arched in a little grin.
The lobster had come to the table already prepared for dining. He picked up a piece of the tail, and after dipping it into the butter sauce, held it out for Elaina. This time her tongue danced on Derrick’s fingertips, sending a jolt straight to his already hard cock. André had really outdone himself by adding foie gras and black truffles. They ate in silence. The slight breeze caused the palms above their heads to rustle, creating a perfect soundtrack. He periodically played with the vibrator, keeping her on edge—waiting for the next morsel to pass her lips, waiting for the next tingling pulse to her pussy while he set to consuming his portion of the meal. He noticed that Elaina’s eyes were watchful of each of his movements. Her eyes devoured him, hunger burning within their depths.
When they’d finished, Jeremy came and took the plate. Derrick relaxed back against his chair, letting the delicious meal settle. It wasn’t long before Elaina had reached her limit and began to squirm. He waited several minutes longer, sipping his wine. His eyes were trained on her as she awaited whatever he chose to do next. He eventually stood and held out his hand. When she reached her feet, he stabilised her with a hand on her waist. His fingers stroked the silky skin of her back until her legs could support her.
Derrick leant forward and placed a chaste kiss on Elaina’s lips. “Thank you for a lovely meal.”
“You’re welcome, Sir.”
Chapter Three
“This place is so amazing. Not at all what I expected,” she said.
“You came to the tropics and expected a dungeon?”
“No. Not a dungeon, per se, but not all this.” Elaina gestured around them. “My bungalow is beautiful. The pool I passed along the path to the restaurant looks like a lush lagoon. We’re walking hand in hand down a beach and the colours of the sky fill me with awe at their beauty. It’s a South Pacific oasis, right here in the Keys.”
“That’s the way it’s supposed to be. The fact that we cater to a certain clientele, and provide them with the amenities and freedom to be themselves is only incidental. When I designed the resort, I wanted to provide a safe haven for others in the scene. Somewhere they could relax and rejuvenate. We offer many of the same activities as thousands of other resorts in the Keys, but with a twist.”
“I’m sure the fact that it’s a private island makes that goal more obtainable than if you were anywhere else.”
“Yes, that is a perk,” Derrick said, smiling.
“So…do you own the actual island?”
“My family’s company does. We’ve been in the resort business since Hemingway’s time. Of course back then my grandfather did things on a slightly smaller scale. When I approached them with the idea five years ago, we started looking for property.”
Elaina stopped and turned to face Derrick. “They didn’t mind the whole BDSM thing?”
“Honey, this is the Keys. Anything goes down here. Of course, it didn’t hurt that we were booked solid for a year before the first boat docked, thanks to some creative advertising by Lucas. We put stuff out on the web and in magazines that specialised in paraphernalia for BDSM enthusiasts. We promoted this place as a high-end paradise where you can experience pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.”
They continued to walk along the shore, Elaina squishing the cool sand between her toes. She’d never experienced anything like the dinner they’d just had—both the meal and the company. It hadn’t been a hardship to keep her eyes trained on Derrick as instructed. His yawning eyes burned into her psyche as his long fingers fed her bits of steak and lobster. The best part had been when she’d sipped the wine right from his lips. The crisp fruity drink had mingled with his unique flavour, making her await the next taste with anticipation. The intermittent pulses from the vibrator had kept her only a step away from climaxing the entire meal. She desperately wanted to finish their play and hoped he was leading her somewhere where they could do so.
Derrick turned inland and started up a path that had been concealed behind a large palm frond. They walked along the path, going deeper into the foliage. Derrick stopped and lifted another palm away from the pathway. Before them stood a thatched-roof cabana. The sides draped in gauzy white material that flowed in the breeze but left the interior open for viewing. Within, Elaina saw several pieces of equipment.
Derrick led her inside and stopped in the centre of the wooden structure. Her head rotated around in wonder, and she tried to assimilate everything she saw into what little she’d read online. His hand captured her chin and lifted her gaze to his face. Their peaceful walk along the beach had apparently come to an end. It was time.
Derrick moved behind her. The tips of his fingers trailed down her back. A quick jerk and the material of her top clung by only the gold chain, the front free and loose in the night air. Another flick of the centre clasp and the emerald green scrap floated to the ground. Her hands automatically came up, but were captured by Derrick’s strong grip before they could reach her breasts.
“You won’t cover yourself.”
Elaina’s arms fell to her sides. Derrick slid the hidden zipper down in back of her skirt, and she was left in only the deliciously tortuous thong. Large hands cupped her ass cheeks, and Derrick’s thumbs slid into the crevice. It took everything she had to remain still. She wanted to push back into Derrick’s heated touch. Her breathing was heavy, and a shiver of excitement raced through her. Here was her answer. In this cabana, her body bared to anyone passing by, she would finally find out if there was more. If a firm touch and deep command could give her the outlet she needed to experience satisfaction. If her fantasies could equal reality, or if this, too, was just a disappointing game. Judging by the orgasm Derrick had given her earlier, she had high hopes.
The sea air cooled her heated skin, and she fisted her hands to keep them still. The scrap of lace at her hips was removed and, without conscious thought, her hands once again moved to cover herself.
“Elaina.”
Derrick’s deep voice, filled with censure, growled behind her. She jerked her arms back to her sides, but the damage had been done.
“It seems I can’t trust you to follow orders. I was going to let you undress me, but now I’ll have to find something else to occupy your hands.”
Derrick raised one arm and quickly secured her wrist in a leather cuff attached by a cord to one of the ceiling beams. The treatment was repeated on the other side. The cuffs stretched her arms out and above her head just high enough to feel the tension, but the position wasn’t uncomfortable. Her ears strained for the sound of Derrick somewhere behind her. Was he examining her? Did he like what he saw? Was seeing her bound and helpless, awaiting him, a turn-on?
Elaina was tempted to close her eyes, but remembered Derrick’s earlier command. She didn’t want to fail him again. She craved seeing that look of pleasure she’d caught at the dinner table when she’d knelt before him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Derrick crossing from the opposite side of the cabana. He placed something on a small table right outside her line of sight, and moved in front of her. He stood with his arms crossed. The black material of his shirt stretched tight across his shoulders and chest. His legs were braced apart, encased in black jeans that emphasised his strength. He was epic, and he was hers.
His eyes bore holes into her as they travelled up and down her naked body. Elaina felt moisture seep from her slit. She wanted his touch. She’
d do whatever it took to experience his hands on her once again. When his gaze landed on her nipples they tightened, reaching out for him. Her heart beat so fast, it felt as if it would explode from her chest at any moment.
Derrick lifted his hand and undid the first button on his shirt. One by one the closures opened and the sides parted. With precision he stripped the material away, leaving Elaina with an unencumbered view of a darkly tanned, wide-muscled chest. Her fingers itched to trace the hills and valleys. Her lips tingled, wanting to taste the salty skin glistening in the low light cast from hidden sources scattered around the cabana.
Strong hands released the wide leather belt and undid the button of Derrick’s jeans. This may be punishment, but Elaina could think of few better views to endure. With minimal fanfare Derrick removed his boots and striped the jeans from his body. Elaina got her first glimpse of his cock, and the tall proud spear jutted up from the neatly trimmed thatch of his groin. Its thick column flushed dark, and the tip glistened from drops of Derrick’s need escaping the flared head. She swallowed hard when his hand wrapped around the turgid staff and started stroking. It was only fair that his cock matched the magnificence of his large body.
She couldn’t wait to feel all that strength, all the muscle, pressing against her. Holding her down, moving above her. She’d dreamt of a man who could tower over her, who could dominate her with his very existence, and it seemed fate had made her dreams a reality. But only for this week, she forcibly reminded herself.
“What are you thinking about?” he questioned.
“How the world works. How it is I came to be here, in this place, at this time, with you.”
“Yes, well. As good as that is, I want your thoughts to be much less existential. I want you to only think about the pleasure I’ll give you.” Derrick slowly walked in circles around Elaina. “I’m going to twist your nipples between my fingers, make them stiff and achy. I’m going to suck them between my lips, nibble on them with my teeth until you cry out for mercy. I’m going to tunnel my cock into your hot mouth.”
Derrick had stopped behind her and his breath rasped in her ear. His hands came around her front and traced the contour of her body, but didn’t make contact with her skin. Elaina tried to lean into his touch, only to have his hands move out of reach, and her body tilt forward. The free fall was halted by the cords keeping her upright and tied to the wooden beams of the ceiling.
When his hands did make contact she stiffened as they spread her ass cheeks apart. Elaina knew Derrick knelt behind her because his breath panted against her back hole. Nobody had ever examined or touched her there. And there Derrick knelt, his eyes no doubt trained on that most private part of her.
Something warm, soft and wet touched her skin. It trailed up her trench and—
Oh my god, that’s his tongue!
The slick appendage flicked across her asshole, and Elaina released a high, keening cry. She’d never experienced a similar sensation in all her life. Her nerve endings screamed with unparalleled pleasure, and when the pointed muscle stabbed between the clenched ring guarding her entrance, her mind vaporized into a torrent of need. Rough breaths shook her body, her legs trembled.
“There’s a very fine line between pain and pleasure. Some in the scene can absorb the pain, sometimes beyond the limits of what a normal person could think possible, and use it to feed their pleasure until they soar.”
He pulled Elaina’s hips back until her back arched, the bend beautiful in its grace. He wedged his knees between her legs to keep them separated. Now she was spread open. He saw the evidence of her arousal coat her pussy lips. She was dripping with need.
“You’re stunning,” he growled. His voice hoarse as his fingers dipped between the spasming lips of her cunt to gather some of her moisture. He dragged them back to her rear entrance and tickled the tightly furled rosette. “So wet for me.” His finger sank into her pussy and he groaned at the snug clasp within her plush walls. “So tight and hot. I can’t wait to sink my cock deep inside you. But first—” His finger retreated and attacked her back hole again. He pressed inside, firmly. “We’re going to make you tighter.”
He picked up the lube and butt plug he’d laid on the table earlier. He squirted some lube onto his fingers and placed them at her entrance. One finger slid deep with a gasp from Elaina above him. He added a second when the inner walls released their death grip on the intruding digit. Scissoring them apart within the untried tissues.
“Sir—”
“Such a pretty little asshole.”
Elaina cried out at the pinch of Derrick’s fingers stretching her. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to experience more of the dark desire coursing through her or run away. Her mind told her one thing, her body another. Then the fingers were gone and she felt empty. How could she not be sure she wanted something in the first place, only to crave it when it was gone?
“I’m going to fill your ass. Take a deep breath. When I push the plug in, you’re going to bear down. It’ll hurt at first, but I want you to ride the pain. Take it within you and use it. Let the pinch feed your need, let it drive you higher. When you’ve taken the whole thing, I’ll fill your tight little pussy with my cock.”
More cool lubrication entered her, soothing the lingering burn from Derrick’s fingers. She was a heartbeat away from begging for more when a hard blunt object pressed against her ring, and her body flared open. Elaina bit her lip and pulled on the ties securing her arms. Her body began to twist in the ropes until Derrick’s hand fell to the swell of her ass cheek. The resounding smack, the flare of heat, the sting, all stirred something inside her.
“No,” Derrick said, harshly.
She stilled and the pressure resumed. Her muscles locked down against the invader. She gasped as the object slid deep inside her. It was so different from having a man fill her pussy. Different, but no less erotic. The farther the plug slid inside her, the wider it became. A bite of pain ricocheted up the nerve endings of her back. She didn’t think she could take any more.
Derrick’s free hand came around to her front. The large palm rubbed circles on her stomach and the soothing gesture helped ease her contracted muscles.
“Breathe. That’s it, deep breaths. You’re doing so well. I wish you could see what I see. Your graceful back arched, your hole flared out and sucking this plug deep within the confines of your body.”
Elaina closed her eyes for the first time. She used Derrick’s hand as a ground and searched for the pain from the plug piercing her ass. Taking it within her, she did as he’d told her and fed on the bite. Instead of focusing on the fire at her back entrance, she imagined the heat seeping deep within her body—spreading to all parts—and let her body relax. She wanted more. Her body moved of its own volition. Pressing back, seeking more. Somewhere in the distance she heard herself cry out, pleading Derrick to push it hard inside her, to fuck her. There was no more pain, only pleasure, only the deep seeded need for something more.
Derrick’s hand trailed down from her stomach and strummed her clit. The little nub was hard and pulsing. Each flick of his finger sent fireworks shooting through her body. She wanted to press into the touch. She wanted to move away from the jolting sensations. Her body was an instrument and he the musician. His long fingers played between the lips of her pussy. They moved up and down the folds, circling the opening but not advancing.
Out of desperation, she screamed, her voice crying out into the night sky. Anyone beyond the cabana could watch, they could take pictures—hell, at this point, if she ended up on YouTube it wouldn’t matter, as long as Derrick finally fucked her. One finger sank deep inside her cunt, moving in circles as if it were a tiny cyclone. Her juices rolled from her core, and she moaned at the blissful possession. Her muscles clenched down to hold the finger deep inside her prisoner. However, she wasn’t strong enough, and when Derrick’s digit retreated, she whimpered in regret only to gasp when it returned, accompanied by another. If this is what his fingers felt like,
what would happen when he shoved his massive cock into her? She couldn’t possibly survive.
Derrick gripped the base of the plug and pulled it out a fraction, only to push it back home again and again. Elaina’s hot panting breath and mewling sounds made his cock lengthen and throb. He wanted to plunge deep inside her and fuck her as hard as he could. He wanted to claim her in the most primal way, spewing his seed deep within her body and marking her as his for all time. The beautiful sounds she made as he pierced her ass with the plug, her breathy cries above him, begged him to fuck her. Her pussy wept, and her scent was ambrosia to his senses.
He slid his fingers deep inside her cunt, pressing against her G-spot. He felt the width of the plug buried deep in her ass through the thin membrane separating her cavities. Tapping against it, he imagined how unbelievably tight she was going to be wrapped around his cock. He stroked gently in and out of her vagina, determined to ratchet up her desire until she exploded.
Elaina’s body glistened with sweat, and the heat from her core burned his hand. Her juices spilt out and soaked his palm, tempting him to lean in and take a taste. That would have to wait, though, because he couldn’t hold back any longer. He removed his fingers from her cunt, and couldn’t resist slipping them into his mouth for a brief sample. He lapped at the sweet nectar and moaned at Elaina’s exquisite flavour. He would be eating her before long.
Derrick stood behind Elaina, his hands grasping her hips. Fitting his sheathed cock to her slick cunt he prodded.
“You’re going to take my cock now, honey. Your quivering little pussy wants it, doesn’t it?”
“Yes! I want it. Fuck me, Sir, please,” she pleaded, softly.
He pushed the head inside, and the inferno of Elaina’s body seared him through the condom. In one smooth movement, he pulled her down as he drove up into her with a guttural groan. He tried to wait for her channel to release its death grip on his cock, but his body wouldn’t allow the intermission. It demanded that he move. He leant forward and buried his face in the slick fragrant skin of her neck. His hips pumped in and out in a strong steady rhythm.
