by Avery Gale
After he’d shown her how far apart he wanted her legs and how to bend at the waist, she knew that both her ass and her pussy were wide open for anything he’d want to do, and she was shocked at how much the idea turned her on. While she was in this position, she heard the snick of what sounded like a bottle and quickly felt cool, slick lube being dribbled over her back entrance. His finger started rimming her ass, and then he slowly started pushing past the ring of resistance. She heard herself moan and knew she was getting lost in the feel of the heat as her muscles stretched to accommodate his invasion. She’d been so caught up in feeling how the pain changed into pleasure she hadn’t even realized he’d withdrawn his fingers until she felt the plug as he started slow thrusts and retreats.
“Tell me how it feels, pet. I want to hear your words.” She was almost as caught up in his voice as she was the feelings racing through her body like a runaway train.
“It feels…so hot and naughty and amazing. I know that you are touching me in a place that no one else gets to see. The burning changes to need, and I don’t understand it, but I know you do, so I am just enjoying the power of the feeling.”
“Fucking perfect. Pet, you are going to wear this plug until either Master Jace or I remove it. Now, I want you to stand up slowly.” As she brought her head up, she felt herself sway and was grateful for his support. When she shifted slightly, the plug in her ass moved and she felt her knees go out from under her. He chuckled as he grabbed her around the waist. “Tell me how it feels with that plug inside your ass, pet. Does it make you feel wanton?”
“Oh God, I feel…oh, I just feel like I want to…” She couldn’t focus or get the words to come out in any sort of reasonable order.
Suddenly she felt a sharp swat to her ass, and everything shifted again. “Answer the question, pet, or I’ll bend you right back over and administer a few swats that will more than center your attention.”
It took her a couple of seconds, but she finally answered in a hesitant and halting voice that, even to her own ears, sounded nearly breathless. “It makes me feel an incredible need to be fucked, Sir.”
“Aww, see that wasn’t so hard, now was it? And just so you know, pet, you answer was perfect. We are right where I wanted us to be. Now, there are some rules I want you to know about before we go to the club tonight. Pay attention, these will keep you from getting into trouble once we enter the first of the two areas I’m going to show you tonight. There are three zones at Club Isola, but you’ll only be visiting two for your first several visits. I want to make sure you are properly prepared before taking you in to the Inferno Room. That is where the most extreme play takes place. I don’t play there often, but it is a popular area and I’ll want you to understand what happens there.” I’m not sure that is a place I’ll ever be ready to see. It sounds much too extreme for my comfort.
He was running his fingers through her folds and circling around her clit but never giving her the touch she was craving, and she was starting to move just enough to get his fingers to slide over the little bundle of nerves that she knew would put her over the edge. “Please…” She heard her voice, but didn’t remember speaking.
“Not yet, pet. Don’t you dare come until I give you permission, if you do, I’ll punish you, right out here for the men on the boat passing by to see. They are standing on the deck admiring you. They want what is mine, but I’ll not share your lovely cunt with anyone but Jace. And when he and I fuck you together, we’re going to give you so much pleasure, you’ll think you are being given a glimpse of heaven.” He had leaned forward so that his words were spoken directly into her ear and just as he ended he bit down on her earlobe and said, “Come for me, pet.”
The only thing Callie remembered was hearing a scream and then feeling as if her entire body had exploded. She fell against Ian and felt her cream rush toward his waiting fingers. It took her several deep breaths to bring herself back from what had been an amazing voyage into a colorful supernova. When she finally started to settle, she realized she was sitting in his lap and he was speaking to her tenderly, telling her how proud he was of her and those words alone brought tears to her eyes.
When he slowly rose to his feet, she realized that he was carrying her into the water. “As I explain more of the rules, I’m going to be securing you to a new device I’m developing. If it works as I expect it to, you’re going to really enjoy it.” As he set her on what felt like a large pillow, he began talking to her about how she would not be allowed to wear panties or shoes at any time while inside Club Isola. He explained how she would be expected to keep her gaze lowered unless a she was specifically instructed to raise it. He also told her that he would be securing a temporary collar around her neck in order to protect her from the unwanted advances she would most certainly be getting without that mark of his ownership and protection.
She was listening and hearing the words, but she didn’t know how much of the meaning she really comprehended when she was so lost in all the sensations. He’d secured her arms above her head and her feet to some kind of extensions that kept her legs spread wide apart. The feeling of the sun’s warmth and the water’s sensuous caress on her bared pussy was strangely erotic.
“I am introducing you to the BDSM lifestyle with every move, every word, every caress, and every press of my body against yours. Remember that even the deepest ocean begins at the beach. How deep you venture depends on your own level of comfort.” She’d heard his words, and their meaning had seemed particularly poignant even though she didn’t understand exactly why.
Chapter 11
As Ian secured Callie to the floating cross, he found himself staring at the woman lying open to his every pleasure and wondering if it was possible that he’d been wrong all these years when he’d been so certain he was incapable of truly loving anyone again. Nolyn McGregor, now Nolyn Bieberle, had been the embodiment of every horrible cliché ever written about stepmothers, with a dash of pedophile added in for good measure. She’d invaded his bed when he’d been too young to understand the significance of the darkness she was exposing him to. Nolyn’s need for pain had fueled his fantasies and introduced him to elements of the lifestyle that had become the center of his sexual identity from the first time she’d shown him how Domination could open up what was locked deep inside of him.
Years of what he now recognized as sexual abuse at her hand had not only thrust him into The Land of Kink at a ridiculously young age but had also built a high wall between Ian and his father that had taken years to breach. That wall had only started to truly crumble just before his father had died too young and Ian had been forced to assume the role of CEO for a company that was on the very cusp of financial collapse.
Ian had been grateful that Nolyn had been well and truly out of the picture when his father passed so he hadn’t had to deal with her as far as the estate had been concerned, but it had been surprisingly difficult to see her at the memorial service. Despite everything that had occurred, he had loved her in his own twisted and naive way. He’d been devastated to learn she hadn’t ever planned to leave his father for him and that he wasn’t the only rich “boy toy” she’d play with. He had vowed he would never trust another woman with his heart, and he’d held tightly to that promise ever since. But in the deepest part of his consciousness, something told him that Callie Reece might well be his kryptonite.
Moving his hands over her body in what she would perceive as random patterns, Ian was actually slowly focusing all of her energy on her sex. By the time she understood what the sensuous massage had been about, she was so caught up in the sensations he was creating she was helpless to put up any barriers. “Tell me, pet, what does it feel like to know that you are completely open to my perusal just as you are to the warming rays of the sun and the lapping waters of the bay?”
Callie groaned and then spoke the words he’d been hoping to hear. “It feels delicious. I know it shouldn’t, that good girls don’t show everyone their privates, but it just feels so hot
when I know you are controlling who sees me.”
He was sure he’d never had a submissive give him a more perfect answer, and what little blood had been left in his brain raced south to join the rest. He quickly maneuvered the floating frame into shallow water and pushed his cock deep in one thrust. He felt her rippling heat surround and squeeze him, and he worried the entire scene was going to end in a thirty-second pounding if he didn’t rein himself in quickly.
Deliberately distracting himself with accounting figures was helping, but her softly whispered pleas of need were quickly swamping his control. Pulling from her body in a slow withdrawal intended to let her feel every vein and ridge of his cock, he watched as her body involuntarily arched upward. God, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Even without being able to see her eyes, he knew they were dilated with need and would be seeking his as she rose closer and closer to release.
Just as he knew she was reaching a point where she wouldn’t be able to call back the climax, he set a fast pace, fucking her with a desperation that was totally unfamiliar to him. “Come for me, Callie. Come now.” Her muscles tightened around him with an almost viselike grip, and her scream was immediate. He managed several more thrusts before he followed her over the edge of a canyon of release so deep he wasn’t sure he was going to be able to remain standing. Locking his knees and gripping the floating cross was the only thing that kept him from drowning in the pleasure and the sun-warmed, salty water of the bay. Whether or not she knew it, the beautiful pixie lying before him had just stolen his heart and soul.
* * * *
Walking up to the well-shrouded entrance of Club Isola, Callie was completely enchanted by the beautifully carved figures surrounding ornately decorated doors that were easily ten feet tall. She felt as if she were being led into some ancient mystical tomb. Grecian planters filled with trailing vines and small white flowers softened the look just enough to keep it from being overly intimidating. The dress Ian had given her to wear tonight reminded her of the sheers her mother used to hang over their windows when she’d been a child, except that the dress was a soft shade of violet that complemented her eyes and accented the light kiss of the sun her skin had gotten this afternoon on the beach. She loved the jeweled sandals he’d given her and was hesitant to relinquish them once they’d entered the reception area of the club.
A vibrant woman with skin the color of dark caramel and dancing dark eyes greeted them, and Callie felt herself immediately drawn to her. Ian had introduced her to Dee and explained that she and her husband, Mike, were among the few people that lived on the island full-time. Dee had assured her that she would personally watch over her new shoes, so she had slowly handed them over. She knew it was ridiculous to have become so attached to them, but it had been so long since she’d had anything new and pretty that it had seemed like she was having them snatched from her when she’d been told to hand them over.
Ian pulled her to the side and brushed her hair back over her shoulder and stared in to her eyes before asking, “Tell me what that was about, pet. I’ve never seen a sub so sad to hand over a pair of shoes. Help me understand what was going through your mind.” She could see that he was truly troubled by her reaction, and she hated knowing she was risking ruining their evening because she liked a pair of shoes.
She took a deep breath and decided that total honesty was her only option. “It’s just that…well, it’s been such a long time since I had anything new and they are so pretty and I really like them….and well, the last time I had a new pair of shoes, Chrissy decided she wanted them and I didn’t have enough backbone to say no.” She hated feeling like a whining child, but she knew he would have seen through anything other than the truth.
Ian’s expression softened, and his eyes didn’t reflect the pity she had dreaded seeing. Instead, all she saw was compassion. “Your honesty pleases me very much, pet. And while it saddens me that you have waited so long for pretty things, it humbles me to know I’ve provided you with something you like enough that you are concerned about losing it. The fact is, most of the women I meet, both here and in my various business associations, are spoiled beyond belief. So knowing that you find satisfaction in a small gift speaks very highly about who you are. Thank you for letting me see that very important piece of you.” His words sent warmth clear to her soul, and she found herself leaning her cheek into his palm, losing herself in the pleasure of knowing she’d pleased him.
Entering the main lounge area of the club, Callie was amazed at how enormous the room was. It was in fact a large natural stone cavern, and the glow of the wall lighting highlighted the layers of vibrant color lacing the stone walls. The bar at the left reminded her of the ones she’d seen in old movies, all dark wood and sparkling glasses hanging from overhead racks. The dark-skinned man behind the bar was huge. He had to stand at least six and a half feet tall, and his chest was massive. The leather vest he wore drew attention to arms that rippled with muscles, and she wondered for just a moment if his enormous hands could wrap themselves completely around a basketball. As she and Ian approached, the man looked up, and she felt herself freeze in place. She’d have had to live on another planet to not recognize the face looking at her as if she were something to snack on. Mike Tate had been a star in the NFL for years, and his decision to retire had stunned the sports world.
Ian had gently tugged her hand and leaned toward her and said, “He’s big, but he’s really a teddy bear, although Dee might swear otherwise on occasion. Come along, I want to introduce you.” When they’d gotten close to the bar, Ian had lifted her and set her very bare ass on the barstool and smiled at her quick gasp when the cool leather met her warm skin. He leaned forward and kissed the end of her nose then smiled. “I love hearing that startled gasp as you become aware your warm little pussy is bared for your Master.” Then he turned to the man who stood watching their interaction. “Mike, I’d like you to meet Callie Reece, Callie this is Mike Tate, humbly known as Dee’s loving husband and Dom.”
Mike Tate reached forward when she extended her hand, and she watched as his swamped hers. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Tate. And while I am sure claiming Dee as your own is a worthy accomplishment, I assure you, I’m well aware that it is not your only claim to fame. And I will take great pleasure in letting my fellow Monday night football friends know I’ve gotten to meet you in person.”
Ian was staring at her with something between shock and awe, and Mike Tate leaned his head back and roared in laughter. “Well, Nixie, I don’t believe I have ever seen the boss speechless before.” The man patted Ian on the shoulder with the bear paw at the end of his arm and said, “It’s okay, boss-man, it’s always the ones you least expect.”
Callie knew she wasn’t supposed to speak without permission, but she couldn’t stop the words. “You called me a water sprite, why?” And now the big man was a speechless as Ian had been a moment earlier.
“Holy shit, Ian—she’s a natural sub, beautiful, a football fan, and knows her mythical literature. Christ, man, you’d better marry her quick—she’s fucking perfect. And I called you a water sprite because I was on perimeter this afternoon, which means I check all the beaches on the island.” He waited for a few beats until he saw realization in her eyes and then he laughed again. “You are beautiful, sweetness, so you should not be embarrassed that your Master was sharing a glimpse of that beauty with those of us who happened to be lucky enough to wander close.” Then turning to Ian, he added, “And, boss-man, it looks like your latest invention is a resounding success. Better get the patents going on that ASAP.” With that, he turned to his other customers and left Callie staring after him.
Ian swiveled her stool so she was turned to face him, and she was relieved that he was smiling. “Well, my pet, it seems you have made quite an impression on yet another of my friends. I must say, it is easy to see why your coworkers speak so highly of you. I’ve also read your internship reports, and I’d like to talk with you about those in the next few
days. But for now, let’s take a walk around and see what you think of Club Isola.”
Chapter 12
Walking through the main areas of Club Isola reminded Callie just how in over her head she really was. Ian drew people like a magnet, and it was easy to see how respected he was among the club’s members. And Callie was particularly aware of how amazing he was. When she’d walked down the stairs this evening and seen him waiting for her at the bottom, she’d felt a myriad of desire, longing, and lust. His black slacks, shirt, and shoes were both sophisticated and powerful without being overstated. He appeared both professional and dominant, not to mention truly drool-worthy.
As they walked through the room, Ian greeted everyone and introduced her to many of the most prominent figures in and around Washington’s political scene. Suddenly it made perfect sense that her boss would be working for Senator Westmore. She didn’t doubt for a minute that the senator would like nothing more than to know exactly who the patrons of Club Isola were. He’d be able to leverage the information against them, it was common knowledge that information was power and in the wrong hands it was lethal.
She watched as people seemed to gravitate toward Ian and how he easily brought out the best in the people he interacted with. It utterly charmed her to see how well liked he was. The uncollared subs were all vying for his attention, and she sensed his attention had just painted a very large target on her back. For just a second, she wondered if any of them would report her whereabouts to Senator Westmore. And would the good senator be able to buy Ian off as he had everyone else she’d ever gotten close to? Callie had no idea what she had done that brought Ian’s full attention to her, but he stopped suddenly and faced her. Tipping her chin up so that he could look directly into her eyes, he asked, “What was that thought, Carlin?”
