Several trails opened along the rugged slopes surrounding the waterfall. This allowed excellent views of the falls and vantage points from nearly every angle. She’d never be able to pick him out with all the thick trees, not to mention the sun had set and the light was fading. Surely, he’d been watching when she deviated from her schedule—walking right past her trail. She felt confident that with as much fuss as Dimitri had made about keeping her safe, Vance was definitely out there somewhere.
“What are you looking for?” he asked.
Doing her best to hide a smirk, she turned her full attention to the sexy man who stood nearby, almost close enough to reach out and touch. “My boyfriend, the late one.” Jen stood up, watching the man’s eyes carefully, as she cupped her sex with both hands—leaving her breasts exposed. She thought he was going to zone in on her tits, but he followed the movements of her hands as she clasped them over her pussy.
“Aren’t you worried what he might think when he finds you naked—with another man?” He stopped dangling her top, and drew his hand to his chin. His slow deliberate movements and the look in his eyes was one she knew well. He was setting her up for something.
This had to be her guy; if he wasn’t, security would have been here by now. Boldly, she took a step forward, watching his reactions.
“I’m not worried at all. I think he can hold you off until security gets here.” She continued toward him with slow steps as she spoke. An arm’s length away, she turned her head quickly, looking down the path as if she’d heard or seen something. When he angled his head to see what she was looking at, she made a grab for her top.
She gasped when he countered her snappy grab as if expecting it. Faster than she could blink an eye, he grabbed her wrist and whisked her arm up behind her back. While capturing her other hand, he pulled her close against his chest.
“Hey!” Knowing it was useless, Jennifer struggled with him nonetheless, twisting her shoulders and kicking ineffectually at his legs. “Let. Me. Go!”
“Oh no, my little siren,” he said, pinning her hands behind her back with one hand. “Only one thing could make me do that.”
She paused for a moment. Did he mean her safeword? It had to be him. Or was it? Before she could reason it all out, she felt what could only be her swimsuit top being wrapped around her wrists.
“You’re feisty. I like that. But you’re also mouthy and entirely too brazen and sassy for your own good.”
She struggled to pry her wrists apart while he was tying her, only to feel the strings tighten more—a lot more. “Ow… that hurts!”
“Then stop struggling,” he said, the tone of his voice deepening.
“What do you want with me?” she sputtered, trying to turn enough to see him. He wouldn’t let her, now that her wrists were bound—tightly—his large hands clamped onto her arms with a firm grip. She felt every one of his fingertips as they pressed into her soft skin.
“To teach you some manners, little miss grab happy.” He spoke his words softly next to her ear. “And maybe wash your mouth out with soap for lying.” She felt his face against her hair, inhaling with a slow draw of breath. “I’m going to use the pretty wrap you use to cover your sexy hips to tie your ankles together. The more you struggle and kick, the more force I will have to use. Which do you want? The easy way, where you stand still like a good girl? Or the hard way, where I sit on you while you struggle and I complete my task regardless? Before you answer, you should know that choosing the latter will come at a price in the very near future.”
Jen’s insides were burning with desire as he spoke. His firm hands were making the skin on her arms tingle, and his low commanding voice, so close to her ear, sent shivers down her neck… to her back… and ultimately blossomed between her thighs. Tying her feet meant that he intended to carry her off, but to where? Would he take her back to her cabana and punish her for veering from the plan? Maybe he’d take her deeper into the thick of the trees where he would tie her up and use her to his utter satisfaction. It didn’t matter. As of right now, this hot, sexy man was in control and that is what she craved, what she needed, what had been missing in her life ever since…
“What’s it going to be, little girl?” he asked, slipping a hand from her arm to her breast, tracing the tip with a slow and determined finger.
Her nipple peaked under his slow ministrations, making the other ache for the same attention. “I’ll… I’ll be good.”
“I’ll be good, sir,” he prompted, moving his fingers to her other nipple, tracing it as he had the first and pinching it gently, inducing a moan.
“Yes, sir. I’ll be good, sir.” Wetness was gathering quickly between her thighs. It was good to hear those words pass her lips again.
“Good girl,” he whispered against the back of her neck. The heat of his breath and the tone of his voice when he called her a good girl, made her belly quiver. Cupping her breasts with both hands, he pressed his fingers into them as he had her arms.
“Very nice. Now, I want you to stay just like you are.” His lips were moving down the side of her neck, planting soft kisses and nibbles while his hands roamed slowly down the front of her body, until they came to rest in the crease of her thighs. “Do you understand?” His voice was like velvet against her skin.
She shuddered at his hands so close to her sex. She swallowed the moan in her throat and closed her eyes. It was mind-boggling to think she was ready to come apart the moment his hands got near her pussy, but truly, she was and the thought of it made her clench. Having a dom in control again after denying herself for so long was having a powerful impact on her. When she had masturbated to this fantasy, she had always seen herself struggling more… playing it up, resisting until he gave her no choice. Now that it was actually happening, and he was in control, her submissive core was turning to liquid heat and he hadn’t even touched it.
“Do you understand, girl?” he repeated, while brushing a forefinger over her soft swollen lips.
She drew in a sharp breath, shuddering at the sensation. “Yes, sir,” she breathed. A million tingles came from just that one touch of her lips, and her clit throbbed in response. He could take her right here and now and she wouldn’t care. Even knowing the security man was probably watching.
With a sensual kiss to her shoulder, he squatted behind her, his hands caressing her inner thighs and legs until he reached her ankles. “Beautiful,” he said, placing a kiss on one of her bare cheeks. Soon she felt the softness of her sarong being wound and tied around her ankles. When he was done, he carefully guided her to face him, keeping his hands on her hips. He leaned forward, placing a kiss on her smooth mound, and she whimpered.
“Time to take my princess somewhere more private,” he said. As he rose, he picked her up, draping her over his shoulder. As he splayed a steadying hand across her rounded ass, another moan escaped, which he heard, of course. His chuckle along with the jarring motion of his every step triggered a mini-orgasm deep inside her and foreshadowed more to come. Oh, god! Would she, could she survive?
Chapter Six
Moonlight filtered in through the trees as Sydney followed Jaxon along the dimly lit path toward her cabana. Her hand was ensconced firmly in his much larger one, as she trailed along behind him. Now that they were away from the security of the main house, and the comfort of all the observant and watchful eyes, she was beginning to get anxious.
Jax veered off the main path to the right, passing a hand-carved wooden sign that read ‘Traveler’s Palm Cabana.’ All the other trails had been named after some local plant or flower. She’d seen agave, hibiscus, and plantain. She asked him, “What’s traveler’s palm?”
He stopped and pointed out what looked like a bird-of-paradise with palm fronds. “The stalks retain water,” he articulated as they continued. “I’ve been told a weary and thirsty traveler could drink from it in an emergency, thus the name. I think it was originally from Madagascar, or some place with dry plains and deserts.”
Impre
ssed that he would know plant trivia, she hurried to keep up with his long legs, while trying to take everything in at once. As they moved farther away from the more populated areas, she heard waves breaking up ahead. In moments, the dense trees and vegetation opened up to the beach. To her right sat a wood and thatch-roofed hut, cabana maybe was the correct word.
“Your home for the weekend, my lady,” Jaxon affirmed as he led her up the stairs and onto the wide porch. Noticing it wasn’t much to look at from the outside, she looked around and saw the huge expanse of white sand beach and the Caribbean, literally at her doorstep. The appearance of the cabana made not a fig of difference with a front yard like that.
She stared, taking it all in, at a loss for words. Never had she had stayed at a place anywhere this close to the water, not even at a five-star resort. Beside her, he chuckled, “A common reaction, believe me. Shall we go inside?”
“Do we have to? Can’t I just sleep on the beach?”
“Mm… not recommended. Sand seems to migrate to uncomfortable areas. C’mon. I promise you will like the inside just as much.”
“Impossible,” she murmured as she followed him inside, noticing the door had been left unlocked. He flipped on the light and Sydney smiled. It was perfect.
The focal point of the room was a four-poster bed with swaths of white sheets falling from the top, the swags held back invitingly. On the bed were lots of pillows and white bed coverings. At the foot sat a large rattan chest with a plush cushioned top—also in white. Hardwood floors and wood accents were a perfect match for the light linens and island accents. Sydney noticed a quaint hand-carved freestanding mirror in the corner. The room was comfortable and inviting, and she loved everything about it,
Jaxon moved to the nightstand and picked up a remote. “Turn around, baby, and prepare to be amazed.”
He aimed the remote at the wall of all things, and it suddenly came to life, folding back upon itself as it opened wide, the ocean a mere hundred yards away.
She walked onto the porch, which was now a part of her bedroom, and stared out at the moonlit water. Jax stepped in behind her at the railing, his arms surrounding her, his hands clasping the railing on either side, closing her in. His chin came to rest on her shoulder as he bent nearly double; he was that tall.
“Welcome to paradise. It’s a far cry from New York City, hmm?”
“I might never leave.”
“Hopefully, before the weekend’s over, I can dazzle you with a few other surprises that might come close to impressing you as much as the view.” His hand moved, sliding up her arms to cup her shoulders. “Since time is short, let’s get started, shall we?”
His fingers slipped beneath the edges of her dress, teasing as he placed a kiss along her jaw, just below her ear.
“Come back inside, my willing submissive. I’d like to play a bit.”
He tugged her by the hand; she had no choice but to follow. He stopped by the foot of the bed and shrugged off his jacket, which he folded neatly in half and laid across the bed. He seated himself on the rattan bench, spread his legs wide and pulled her in close.
“Sit.”
His one word was so commanding that she found herself bending her knees and perching on a hard muscled thigh without another thought.
His caressing hands, coiled around her hips, pulling her in closer.
“Tell me about your fantasy, baby. To be spanked and dominated, when did that start for you?”
“Um…” she startled, her brain scrambling for an answer. She hadn’t expected more questions after the thorough application up front. Her face blazed with heat. “I, uh, well… it’s kind of embarrassing to put into words. I thought you read my file.”
“I did. An over-the-knee spanking by a dominant man, very nice. I want to know more, why OTK specifically and when it all began. I also want to know what lies beyond what you put on paper because I have found, the application is usually just the tip of the iceberg. There is always more, often a vast amount more, lying beneath the surface.”
She swallowed, her mouth and lips suddenly gone dry. How could she tell this man, a practical stranger, about her fantasy in the grotto? That she dreamed of having her wet cheeks slapped for being disobedient or having a naughty tongue. Or the other hundred daydreams she had about a man in charge, that man having suddenly taken on the persona of Jaxon St. Clair. Could she tell him that she imagined being bent over the rail on the porch as soon as she saw it? That she wanted him to restrain her hands at her back while he took her hard and fast from behind? Should she tell him how she dreamed about more than a hard hand on her backside, but instead that she practically drooled over the paddles, straps, and floggers she’d seen online? Or of being made to kneel on all fours, naked and accommodating before her dominant, while he fingered her freshly spanked cheeks and dripping wet pussy as he prepared to fuck her.
“All of those thoughts that went through your mind just now, Sydney. That’s what I want to know.”
Her hands flew to her burning face, she couldn’t possibly tell him all that. Dear lord!
“Okay, baby. We’ll work our way up to it. You can be open with me, Sydney. I’ve been in the lifestyle for over ten years. I have seen and heard a lot and am quite open-minded.” Patting her hip, he guided her to a standing position between his long legs. “Let’s remove some easier barriers first. Your clothes, beautiful. I want them off. Now.”
He eased down her zipper, pushing the straps from her shoulders. When he was done, the snug dress remained in place, hugging her curves rather than falling to her feet with a whoosh, like in a romance novel.
“Pull it down and step out of it.”
His hand stroked up the back of her thigh as she tugged it down in front, bending to pull it over her feet. As she straightened, she caught a glimpse of herself in the floor-length mirror in the corner. In matching beige lace bra and boy shorts, she made an erotic picture in the glass. Her face aflame outrivaled her gleaming red hair as she stood all but naked between his widespread thighs. She felt and saw his hands glide over her hips, one sliding around to run across her flat belly. Thank heavens for all those crunches at the gym.
“Very nice. The bra next, Sydney. Then turn and let me see you.”
Unbelievably obedient, she did exactly that. When she faced him, his eyes were level with her already swollen breasts and peaked nipples.
His gaze flicked over her face as his hands slid up her belly to cup her full breasts in his palms. “Beautiful. We’ll leave the panties on for a bit, until you feel more comfortable.”
“That might not be until Monday.” Her whispered response garnered a chuckle.
“Let’s hope I can do better than that, hmm?”
Mesmerized by this man, she watched as his dark head leaned in, pressing a kiss to the flat area between her breasts. It was soft, a mere brushing of lips against skin, then he was moving. Or rather, she was as she found herself tipped over his lap.
She squealed in alarm.
“Easy now, we’re going to start with a warm-up spanking, to alleviate some of your nervousness.” His hand stroked up the back of her thigh and her whole body jerked. He kept on though, as if allowing her a chance to get used to his touch. His fingers traced over her lace-covered bottom, cupping it, and squeezing her cheeks gently as if checking fruit at the market for ripeness. Mortified, yet incredibly turned on, Sydney felt wetness gush between her legs, soaking her panties. If he checked there, he’d know instantly how much she wanted this.
His hand left her briefly, only to return with a firm smack, followed by another, and another. They were light and through the lace, hardly stung as she’d imagined they would. It was nice, not at all what she’d expected.
“These are very pretty, but they’re in my way. Let’s lose these, too.” As he spoke, he pulled her panties over her bottom and down her thighs where he left them wrapped around her legs an inch or so above her knee. His palm met her bare skin this time and a loud smack echoed through the
room. “Ah… much better.”
That one had stung. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for more. The anticipation of another blow made her tremble as a flutter began in her belly and her heart thudded in her chest. Her skin felt charged with electricity, alive with erotic sensation. Naked and vulnerable, her body draped obediently over this powerful man’s lap, she realized the enduring fantasy she could only imagine before, of submitting to a man’s control and accepting his dominance, was now a dream come true.
Another pair of spanks landed on each check, this time lower and closer to her thighs. They brought warmth to her previously untouched skin. As the heat rose with two subsequent blows, it rivaled the burning that was building in her core. An elusive tingle low in her belly foretold of an approaching climax. Yes, this is exactly what she’d longed for.
Jaxon stopped, pulling her panties the rest of the way off. “Spread your legs for me, Sydney.”
She hesitated, not knowing what he planned next. A much harsher blow landed at the delay.
“What was the first rule I gave you tonight?”
Her mind scrambled and came up with it, “Obedience?”
Yet another blistering swat landed.
“Sir,” he urged.
“Oh! Yes, rule number one was obedience, sir.”
Two more breath-robbing blows, before he asked, “Then why are your legs still together?”
Instantly, she opened for him; her feet, still encased in her heels, slid easily across the wooden floor.
“Good girl. Now lie still while I explore a bit.”
A riot of sensations washed over her as his fingers dipped between her thighs and grazed her sensitive skin. They slid across her cleft teasingly until she spread even wider and canted her hips downward, parting herself more fully to his seeking fingers, a clear invitation for him to take more from her.
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