by Leah Brooke
“Leave it.” He tossed the material he carried onto the bed next to her to land on the satin of almost the same color.
While he made quick work of removing her shoes, Veronica watched him, her skin prickling with excitement and nerves. “Why does the closet have a lock?”
With a smile, he gripped the underside of her knees, parting them and bending to kiss her slit. “To keep you out of it. Only I can dress and undress you while you’re here. Remember?”
Reeling from his intimate kiss, Veronica gulped.
Straightening, he smiled down at her and reached for the material he’d tossed aside. “This should be perfect for today.”
She’d expected him to take her as soon as they got to the room, but he appeared to have other plans. Eyeing the navy blue cotton, she fisted her hands at her sides.
“The desk clerk said I have an appointment. For what?”
Helping her to stand, he wrapped the larger piece of material around her, securing it with the silver clasp over her left hip. “You have an appointment to be waxed. I told you about it. I wanted it done as soon as we got here. I don’t want you to forget what belongs to me now.”
“I don’t think I’ll forget.”
The feel of the material around her hips made her feel incredibly desirable, especially when Sin looked at her with such hunger and possessiveness in his eyes.
“Why do I have to change first?”
Sin placed her shoes in the closet below the suit he’d already hung up, locking the door again before reaching for the smaller piece of fabric.
“You have a dress code. The lobby is the only place on the island where you’re allowed to be dressed in street clothes. You’ll only be allowed to wear the things I’ve bought for you.”
He slid his hands behind her and pulled the edges of the material around her, closing the clasp between her breasts with a click.
Taking a step back, he gestured with a finger for her to turn.
Grinning, she slowly turned, loving the freedom of going without her bra and panties.
It felt so decadent.
So freeing.
Pursing his lips, Sin studied her, his gaze raking over her from head to toe and back again. “You look stunning. You have a body made for this.”
His lips twitched, and stepping closer, he cupped her breasts. “A body made for Sin.”
Lifting her arms, she wrapped her hands around his neck. “I hope so. I feel a little…uh…over endowed for just two scraps of material.”
“You’re voluptuous, but you try to hide it with those conservative clothes you live in.”
Enjoying herself, Veronica pushed her breasts more firmly against his palms, a moan escaping at the friction against them.
Lifting herself to her toes, she pressed her lips against his chin and giggled.
“I don’t think my boss would approve of me wearing this outfit to work.”
Sin grinned. “Something tells me you’re right. You can be as conservative as you want at work, but if you try to pull that when you’re with me, I’ll spank that luscious ass of yours.”
A shiver of delight went through her when he slid his hand into the opening at her hip and caressed her ass, patting it in warning.
Delighted that he’d mentioned a life with him beyond their time at the island, she found herself blinking back tears.
“Hmm. I’m looking forward to it.”
Sin slid his hand free. “Behave.” Kneeling, he slipped a pair of buttery soft sandals on her feet.
“I’m going to take you for your appointment. They’ll text me when you’re done.”
Panicked at the thought of being without him, she gripped his forearm.
“Where are you going?”
Smiling, Sin took her hand in his. “I won’t be far. I’m going to do a little shopping.”
* * * *
Sin couldn’t stop smiling, already more relaxed than he’d been in a long time.
Filled with anticipation at the thought of shopping for her, he scanned the line of boutiques just off of the lobby, delighted to find that the early hour meant that there weren’t any crowds.
He went into a store that sold creams and lotions, knowing by the amount of them he’d discovered in Veronica’s bathroom that she took great pains to keep her skin soft and smooth.
He also bought a tube of strong sunscreen to protect her delicate skin from a nasty sunburn.
In another store, he bought a variety of butt plugs for her, unsurprised to note that everything he saw was of the best quality.
The owners of the island demanded the best.
After throwing in a tube of lube, he continued his search, not at all surprised to find exactly what he was looking for, and in more options than he’d ever seen.
He didn’t want clips for Veronica that could hurt her. He preferred to decorate her and bring sharp awareness to her nipples, and clit, and even found several decorative plugs for her ass.
Delighted with the selection he found, he bought several in an assortment of colors, weights, and shapes, enjoying himself thoroughly.
He couldn’t help but think about her reaction to each item he bought, each purchase increasing his sense of possessiveness toward her.
He glanced at his watch and decided that he had enough time to take a shower and change into more comfortable clothes before picking her up.
After showering and dressing in drawstring cotton pants that would be more suitable to the heat and a loose cotton shirt, he washed the plugs and put everything away in a drawer next to the bed.
Fingering the leather restraints, he smiled as he imagined restraining her and exploring her more thoroughly.
In her, he’d found a passion to match his own.
The text message he’d been waiting for came just as he slid his feet into leather sandals, and filled with anticipation, he left the room, his cock stirring at the thought of what he would find.
* * * *
Sitting alone in a small room, Veronica wrapped her arms around herself, jumping up when the door opened to admit Sin.
Rushing to him, she clutched at his shirt, grateful when his hard arms came around her.
“They won’t give me my clothes.”
Chuckling softly, Sin kissed her hair.
“I told you that I’m the only one allowed to dress you.” Holding her at arm’s length, he smiled and lifted her chin. “I want to see. Spread your legs.”
Kneeling in front of her, he tapped her thighs, giving her a warning look. “Now.”
Still irritated at herself for feeling so lost since he’d dropped her off, she spread her legs by lifting one foot and stomping it down again several inches away.
Sin rose to his feet and, without a word, moved behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and delivering several sharp slaps to her bottom.
“I won’t put up with your attitude. Behave yourself.”
Embarrassed that she’d once again disappointed him, and shaken by the level of dominance he’d displayed, Veronica lowered her head.
“I’m sorry.”
Sin circled her, running a hand over her warmed bottom before stopping in front of her. “Look at me.”
Veronica’s cheeks burned at the reprimand in his voice, and lifting her head, she met his gaze, a chill going up her spine.
His eyes flashed with impatience and a hint of something that made her stomach flutter—a possessiveness much more intense than it had been earlier.
“I’m sorry—what?”
The sexual tension sharpened to a razor’s edge, the glitter in Sin’s eyes making her feel even more naked.
“I’m sorry…S-Sir.”
His brow went up, a small smile playing at his lips. “Very good. Now be still so I can see if they waxed you to my satisfaction.”
Veronica sucked in a breath when he knelt in front of her again, her knees turning to rubber at the feel of his fingertips smoothing over her bare and very sensitive mound.
“Ve
ry nice.” Sin’s fingers traced over her folds, making her entire slit tingle. “Turn around and bend over.”
Her stomach muscles quivered beneath his palm, her bottom clenching in anticipation.
When they’d waxed her there, she’d been shocked and should have realized he would want to inspect her there, but she hadn’t thought he’d actually do it in such a detached manner.
She thought he’d do it during sex.
Sin’s eyes narrowed, and he slapped her inner thigh just hard enough to make it sting, sending another sharp surge of heat to her slit. “I won’t tolerate hesitation, Veronica. That ass is mine, and I want to see it right now.”
Sucking in another breath, she turned and slowly bent over, a soft cry escaping when he roughly parted her bottom cheeks and ran a finger over her bottom hole.
“Perfect.” Releasing her, Sin straightened and, with an arm around her waist, lifted her against him. “They did a really good job. The ointment they put on you will help your skin.”
Nuzzling her neck, he caressed her breasts before turning her to face. “I love having you waxed. I bought things to decorate you, and I want them to show.”
The thought of being decorated by Sin for his pleasure excited her, the look of hunger and possessiveness in his eyes making her feel even more beautiful.
“Aren’t you going to ask me how it feels?”
Smiling faintly, Sin turned and picked up a small bag she hadn’t noticed before.
“No, Veronica. I don’t need to ask. I already know.” Bending, he touched his lips to hers.
Her pulse leapt when he pulled out a small tube. Swallowing heavily, she watched him throw the bag away, unable to take her eyes from the tube.
“How? How do you know?”
With a fingertip under her chin, he lifted her face to his.
“Your eyes are very expressive. Besides, don’t you think I’ve spent the time we’ve been together learning you? Now, be still so I can put sunscreen on you. I’m going to attribute your grouchiness to hunger. We’ll have lunch and then explore the island.”
Veronica moaned at the feel of his cream-coated hands sliding over every inch of her, crying out when he rubbed it onto her breasts and mound.
Every slide of his hand—every possessive look—branded her as his, something she suspected had been his intention all along.
After washing his hands in the small sink on the other side of the room, he dressed her again and ran a hand over her hair.
“All mine.” He took her hand in his. “Come on. You need to eat something. You barely touched your breakfast, and you’re definitely going to need your strength.”
Sitting in the open-air restaurant at the back of the hotel, Veronica moved restlessly in her seat, stunned at the number of women wearing clothing like hers but in varying lengths, colors, and transparency.
Sin smiled and fed her another bite of the cold pasta salad he’d ordered. “Nervous, little sub?”
Veronica swallowed her food, barely tasting it.
“Some of their clothing is see-through.”
“So is some of yours.”
With a gasp, she lifted her gaze to his. “You’re kidding.”
“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Lifting a glass of sweet tea they shared to her lips, Sin ran a hand through the side opening of her skirt and stroked her folds. “Some of your skirts are short as well. I thought they’d be perfect for the beach.”
She already felt half-naked in the clothing she wore, the threat of a breeze exposing her bottom and mound arousing her more than she would have thought possible.
She couldn’t even imagine what it would feel like to wear something even skimpier.
By the time they’d finished lunch and made their way across the large terrace and down the steps to the beach, Veronica was a bundle of nerves.
Sin set his shoes aside, taking several steps in the sand before kneeling in front of her. “The sand’s not too hot. Lift your foot.”
Touched that he’d taken the time to check the sand before risking her burning her feet, Veronica lifted one foot and then the other, holding onto his shoulders to keep her balance.
Sin placed her shoes with his in one of the baskets that lined the steps, along with the tube of sunscreen and his shirt before reaching for her hand again.
“Come on. Let’s take a walk. Don’t stare. I know it’s fascinating to you, but submissives aren’t supposed to watch other people.”
“Okay.” Loving the feel of the sand under her feet and the warm breeze blowing over her heated skin, Veronica stared out at the turquoise water, belatedly realizing that Sin had stopped.
“Excuse me?”
Whipping her head around to look at Sin, she shivered at the ice in his tone. “I’m sorry. I mean, yes, Sir.”
“Better.” He smiled, keeping her hand in his. “You’re such a sensual creature.”
Her smile was like a fist around his heart, her obvious enjoyment making it impossible not to smile in return.
“The sun feels so good. I’ve always wanted to sunbathe in the nude. I have to be careful, or I will be.” Giggling, she tugged at his hand in an effort to get him to hurry toward the water. “With you holding my hand on that side, my skirt keeps blowing up.”
Because of the size of the island and the variety of services offered, they passed only a handful of couples as they made their way down the beach, so Sin decided that it would be a good time to introduce Veronica to another of her fantasies.
Purposely pausing at the edge of the water, just far enough for the small waves to lap at his feet, he wrapped his arms around her and undid the clasp of her top, smiling at her soft gasp when he uncovered her breasts.
“Sin!”
She looked around frantically, covering herself, but a sharp slap on her ass had her turning back to him again.
“I’m sorry. I mean Sir!”
He tucked the material into the back pocket of his pants before pulling the hands she’d used to cover herself to her sides.
“You wanted to sunbathe in the nude, my little sub.”
Cupping her breasts, he ran his thumbs back and forth over her nipples, smiling to himself at the thought of the decorative chains he’d bought to adorn her.
“The sunscreen should keep you from getting burned, but I don’t want you to stay out here too long. Let’s walk a little more.”
It didn’t surprise him that she turned to him, pressing her breasts against his chest.
Looking up at him, she glanced from side to side, her cheeks red. “They won’t look at me?”
Amused and delighted by her excitement and shyness, Sin allowed a small smile. “Of course they will.”
“You said that the submissives aren’t allowed to stare.”
Running his hands through her breeze-mussed hair, he tilted her head back. “No one is supposed to stare, but people will look at you. Dominants, especially. If you’re exposed, it’s because I want you to be.”
Fisting a hand in her hair, he cupped her breast, tugging at her nipple.
“They won’t be able to take their eyes off of you. Come on. Don’t hide yourself.”
He tried to convince himself that he watched her so closely because he was responsible for her but had to admit the truth.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
After several steps, she didn’t look around her anymore, focusing her attention on him.
“This feels incredible. I feel so free here. Almost primitive, although how anyone could feel primitive in a resort like this…”
Enthralled by her, he smiled at the way she lifted her face to the sun, obviously enjoying herself. Unable to resist, he gathered her against him, pulling her back against his chest.
Loving the feel of her, he ran his hands over her warm breasts, smiling at her low moan.
“It’s not the surroundings. It’s what’s inside you.”
Looking up over her shoulder, she smiled and leaned into him, lifting her arm
s to his neck in a carefree act of submission that had his cock hardening painfully.
“And who you’re with. It’s you who makes me feel this way.”
“Is it—or is it just that you feel safe enough with me to live out your fantasies?”
When Veronica stiffened, he realized that his tone held a coolness he hadn’t intended.
It just proved that she’d become even more attuned to him.
Turning in his arms, she looked up at him through her lashes. “Can I ask you for a favor?”
“Of course.” He wondered what she’d think if she knew that he would have done almost anything for her.
Lifting her face, Veronica slid her hands up his chest to his shoulders. “Will you…kiss me. I mean really kiss me?”
She blushed beautifully. “I mean, if you want to.”
Sin wanted nothing more.
Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her to her toes and kissed her with all the emotion he’d been holding back.
Exploring her mouth with a thoroughness that drew a low moan from her, he deepened his kiss, drinking in her sweetness.
Even as she went pliant against him, her hands fisted in his hair, her feminine demands exciting him as never before.
Swallowing her moans of pleasure, Sin knew he’d found paradise.
Jordan’s words came back to him in a rush, the truth in them staggering him.
It didn’t seem to matter that he’d known her only a short time.
He loved her.
Breaking off his kiss, he held her against him, aware that both of them trembled.
To give himself time, he turned her to face the ocean again, nuzzling her neck.
“I love kissing you. I just don’t want you to confuse things in your head.”
He wanted her to love him for himself, not because of his money—which she didn’t seem to care about—and not because he could give her pleasure or help her live out her fantasies.
Cupping her breasts, he ran his thumbs back and forth over her nipples, standing there for several minutes just holding her and caressing her nipples.
To his delight, she leaned heavier against him, reaching up to wrap her hands around his neck again, moan after moan pouring from her.
