He set her down, stepping between her silky thighs. With his face in her hands, he bent his head and kissed her softly. “I want to make love to my girl,” he whispered against her lips as he encouraged her to lie back.
“Wait, baby. Not here. Let’s go back to the Bramble where we can be private.” He noticed a pink hue on her cheeks as she picked up the butt plug. “Besides, I need to clean up a little.” She looked at the plug and then at him.
It was Shane’s turn to blush. How could he have been so stupid? “Of course, I should have thought about that. I mean—”
“Shh.” She put a finger to his lips. “Just get your pants on so we can go, big guy.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said, giving her a quick wink. “I’m anxious to get my teacher alone for more private lessons.”
Chapter Fifteen
A soft murmur of male voices pulled her from sleep. It was followed by a door softly closing and a clattering of what sounded like dishes. Rolling onto her back, she opened her eyes and saw Jaxon, a tray in his hands. After her eyes caressed his face with its sexy morning scruff of beard, she moved on to the second most gorgeous thing in the room, the carafe of coffee.
Seeing she was awake, he smiled. “Good morning, baby. Room service.”
As she sat up, her bare bottom rubbed against the sheets and reminded her of all the attention it had received over the past two days. It was noticeable, but not altogether unpleasant.
“How do you feel?”
“Very well rested, thank you.”
“That’s not what I meant.” He put down the tray, picked up a tube of something from the nightstand and then unceremoniously pulled off the sheet.
She grabbed for it and missed. “Jax!”
“Hush, I’m going to inspect for any damage and apply more of this special cream.” His hands wrapped around her wrists and removed the hands that had modestly flown to her breasts when he stripped off the sheet. “Tsk tsk, Sydney, you can’t possibly be shy after last night.”
“I guess it’s silly, considering what you saw and did to me, huh?”
“Not silly, but I suppose quite normal for a beginner.” His eyes, which had been on her breasts, rose to her face. “Your nipples are still pink. Are they sore?”
“No, sir,” was her automatic response.
“You can call me by name while we’re private, baby. Reserving ‘sir’ for playtime is fine.”
“It’s kind of natural now, sir—uh, Jax.”
He searched her face with a pleased expression on his own. “I’m glad for that, Sydney, but I’m not one for protocol unless we’re playing. Whatever you’re most comfortable with is fine with me.”
He bent his head to her breasts and she watched as he slowly and gently laved her nipple with his tongue. It pebbled instantly, prompting a whimpering sigh.
“So responsive,” he murmured. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”
“Not in a bad way, sir.”
Chuckling, he moved to the other nipple and licked it the same way. Sitting up, he opened the tube and squirted a dab of cream on his fingers. He massaged it into her breasts, gently paying meticulous attention to her nipples. By the time he was done, she was aroused once again and having difficulty staying still.
“Spread your legs.”
Her heart rate surged at the intimate command and she obeyed without hesitation. That he had her in the palm of his hand after only two days was hard to grasp, but like calling him sir, it also seemed natural.
He inspected her, parting her folds with his big fingers, but ever so gently. Although her face flamed with the intimacy of the act, her hips lifted, wantonly offering her pussy up to his mouth.
“Mmm… trying to direct the play again? Remember where that got you last night.”
“I just want you, Jaxon. Will you make love to me this morning?”
He stilled and silence encompassed the room. After a moment he responded to her offer. “You leave today, Sydney. I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
Mortified, she tried to roll away. He didn’t want her. He hadn’t tried to take things further all weekend, seeing to her pleasure, her fantasy. As she suspected, she was just another guest to him. What an idiot she was.
“Oh no, you don’t,” he warned. His long arm snaked around her waist before she made it off the bed and he hauled her back. Rolling her onto her back, he leaned over her, his arms trapping her body between them as he looked down into her face.
She averted her eyes, not wanting to reveal her embarrassment and deep hurt, but she wasn’t good at hiding her emotions. She cursed herself as she felt tears burn behind her eyelids. “I should get packed.” What she had hoped would be a calm, even statement, came out raw with emotion and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Baby…”
“I’m sorry to have thrown myself at you. You probably get tired of it. I know it’s your job to uh… entertain me, but—” She felt him stiffen and stopped.
“Sydney, my job is security on the island, not seeing to guests.”
Her eyes flew open. His brown eyes flashed with anger. She’d assumed… Great, now she’d insulted him.
“You must think I’m one hell of an actor.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. It’s just—you said you were on staff.” Tears clogged her throat. “You didn’t seem to… want me, so I thought—”
A moment later, he was on top of her, pinning her to the bed as his incredibly hard cock pressed into her soft belly. “Does this feel like I don’t want you? I’ve been hard since the first time I saw you.”
“Then why…”
“Your application. It was obvious that you had mixed feelings about having sex while you were here. I’ve never seen anyone use so much eraser and white-out, and the strike-throughs were so many for a yes or no question. I didn’t want you to leave here with regrets.”
“When I filled that out, I had no idea what to expect by coming here. I wanted to experience, well—you know, but didn’t want it to seem sordid or tawdry, like I was paying for sex.”
“Mmm… see, deep-seated doubts. So I decided to honor your limits and not press for sex, only pleasure for you, sweet Sydney.”
“Jax, that was before I met you. I’ve changed my mind.”
His eyes searched hers for the truth. “No. You filled that out when you were thinking clearly, not sucked into the aura of Pleasure Bay. This is what’s best for you.” He backed off. “Roll on your stomach and let me finish with the cream.”
He was such a good man, trying to do what he felt she needed, regardless of what he wanted. Rolling, she propped her chin on her stacked hands while he massaged the soothing cream into her butt. She thought she’d be really sore this morning, but she wasn’t—just a wee bit tender. A sneaky thought took shape in her mind.
She wiggled, allowing her thighs to fall open a bit, as she ever so slightly lifted her hips.
“Stop that!”
She didn’t. Looking over her shoulder, she gave him a wide-eyed innocent look as she subtly arched her back, which raised her behind.
His hand connected sharply with her butt. “I mean it, Sydney. Stop it.”
“I’m sorry, Jaxon, sir,” she said, purposely making her voice breathy.
“You’re not the least bit sorry, naughty little imp,” he grumbled.
As he massaged the cream into her inner thighs and the cleft in back, she moaned. When he smeared a dab along her shy little pucker, which he had so deliciously stretched, she couldn’t help but want more. Bucking as he teased his fingertip past the tight ring of muscles, she reared back on her knees, begging him, “Jaxon, please.”
Groaning, he inserted his finger all the way to the third knuckle, making her squirm. “Damn, Sydney. You’re so beautifully responsive and eager for my touch. I can hardly resist you.”
On hands and knees, she rocked back against him as he slipped in a second finger, his thumb finding her clit. Her deep groan of pleasure echoed through the room. “Don�
��t resist, Jax, make love to me…”
“Let me get something—” He withdrew and reached for his toy bag where it lay near the bed.
“No! Jax, please.” She turned over, her legs parted, her breasts swollen, nipples tight. Unable to help it, her hand went to her aching pussy. She parted her lips to him and began to stroke her clit. “I don’t want something from your bag. I want you.”
His watched her play for a moment before glancing up to her face. “You’re killing me, baby.”
“Please…” Clear and undeniable need resonated in her plea.
“Shit!” He cursed, rubbing a hand across his mouth. She could tell he was hanging onto his resolve by a thread.
“I need to tell you something. This weekend, you’ve given me more pleasure than I’ve ever had. Never has a man given me what you have.”
“That’s not a secret. I knew you were inexperienced going in.”
“No, I don’t mean the spanking or the BDSM stuff.”
He frowned for a moment, “I’m not sure—”
“I’ve never, um, with a man before, I’ve never had a… you know—”
Understanding dawned. “You’ve never had an orgasm with a man—ever?”
“I was hoping you could be my first.”
His hands swiped down his face. He muttered, “Fuck me.” When he looked at her, she knew she’d won. She tried to contain her grin, but failed.
“You’re pretty happy with yourself, hmm? We’ve got a term for this in the lifestyle, you know.”
“I know and I’m sorry.”
“Get back on your hands and knees, and stay there.”
Her heart raced and she didn’t even try to hide her smile while she did as he’d ordered. As she waited, she found it hard to believe that she’d left New York on Thursday a conservative, relatively shy woman. Now she eagerly knelt naked on all fours, legs spread, giving him a blatant view of all naughty parts. While she waited for her dom, willingly and eagerly, she determined to do whatever he demanded of her.
She heard a zip and a clunk as his belt hit the floor. Unable to resist, she glanced over her shoulder, anxious to see him naked for the first time. He was perfection: broad shoulders, muscled chest and abs, and lean hips. Her eyes homed in on what she’d been craving so badly. Long and thick and hard, his natural essence already glistening on the smooth, rounded head.
His mouth found her then, his hot tongue gliding through her slickness, latching onto her clit, which he sucked hard.
“Jax,” she breathed eagerly, her tongue slipping out and wetting her suddenly dry lips.
“Roll over and spread for me, while I eat your sweet pussy. I want to make you scream again as you come.”
On her back, she raised her hips reflexively. Jaxon’s hands slid under her and with the twin mounds of her ass cupped in his palms, he lifted her against his lips. The cumulative effect of the weekend spankfest made itself known as his hands gripped her. His rough fingers skimming along her warm, tender skin, made her recall each intense session and the fall of his hand, crop, and flogger. She flushed with pride at the way he had taken meticulous care with her, warming and coloring her skin, marking her, as if clearly pronouncing his ownership, like she truly belonged to him. And the memory of the gentle, healing comfort of his touch afterward, made her quiver with deep emotion. He pulled her close and as his mouth took possession of her flesh, her cries filled the air.
What followed was a thorough exploration of the most private places on her body. No crease or fold was forgotten and her juices flowed. A thumb slipped into her bottom and with the aid of her natural lube that had run down her crack, he slid easily inside. Holding her firmly, he lowered her and used his shoulders to spread her thighs, pressing her knees upward. His arm wrapped around one thigh and he opened her pussy with a thumb and forefinger, exposing her clit to his avid mouth. He blew softly against her once and her hips jerked, a second time and she moaned with helpless abandon.
“Scream for me, Syd.”
His order preceded his teeth clamping down on her clit before he sucked it hungrily into his mouth. He held her hips as she bucked against him, but he refused to give up position as her screams of culmination filled the air.
“No sweeter sound on earth, baby,” Jax growled against her quivering flesh.
When she regained her ability to move, she reached down to stroke his head as he gently lapped at her swollen and still aching pussy.
“Come inside me, Jax. I know what I’m asking. Don’t make me leave here without experiencing all that is you. Please.”
He lifted his head; brown eyes met blue in silent communication. Sydney memorized his handsome face, this might be the last chance she ever had to be with him and she wanted to revel in it, enjoying every moment to the fullest.
“Please…” she begged.
Finally, he nodded. “Slide back on the pillows.”
As she did, she arranged herself with her arms up on the pillow beside her head, her thighs parted in open invitation, her chest rose and fell, and her breasts swelled with their hard peaks; her aroused body offered freely to him spoke more clearly than any words how much she wanted him.
He reached into the nightstand and retrieved a condom. As he covered himself, his knee sank into the mattress beside her hip. Jax moved over her, settling between her thighs, his body pressing her against the soft bedding. Lowering his head, he claimed her mouth in a deep kiss.
Having come twice already, she should have been sated, but the thought of Jaxon making her come while taking her for the first time, had her responding like a wild thing. Her hands sank into his short wavy hair and she pulled his mouth against hers, hard. She wrapped her legs around his hips and arched against him, grinding her pussy against his hard thigh.
“Easy, Sydney, we’ve got all morning.”
Jax gathered her hands in his and pinned them above her head, his fingers interlocking with hers. Widening his knees, he anchored her hips; hands-free, he aligned his cock with her weeping center, slowly sliding inside.
Wide-eyed, she watched him, watching her. Beneath the intense heat of his deep brown eyes, she once again felt overwhelmed with emotion, feeling treasured and cherished by this man she barely knew.
“Jax—”
“No talking now, baby, just feel me inside you.”
Together they moved as one, savoring the closeness, the steady pump of his hips driving deep into her warmth. His lips moved against hers and his tongue dipped inside with a dizzying passion. It was sublime and to Sydney, more than she’d ever dreamed. Her heart burst with emotion, knowing that in Jax she’d found her true fantasy man.
Pushing aside the pain that her imminent leaving would bring, she focused on the moment, committing each touch, each breath, and each look to memory. As she flew apart in his arms, his hard length driving deep, she savored the feel of him as he surged against her. Tensing and shuddering, he also found release. Every delicious groan and intake of breath was music to her ears. She treasured it all, knowing it would have to sustain her for a lifetime.
Chapter Sixteen
Looking at his watch, he picked up his pace, already a few minutes late for the Sunday morning goodbye brunch. Usually well attended, it was held in the Caribbean Room, the mansion’s largest dining room. It was the largest, easily accommodating all of the guests at once. Unlike the outside dining venues with their hard wooden and wrought-iron chairs, it offered plush seating with thickly padded cushions and soft fabrics. This fact was appreciated by the submissives who arrived at breakfast with tender bottoms after playing in the dungeon the night before.
A few steps short of the door, Dimitri stopped as he heard his name called. Turning, he found Shane Moore walking toward him. “Mr. Moore, I trust you have enjoyed your stay?”
“Yes, sir, very much actually. I’m sorry to keep you from your breakfast, but I wanted to talk to you about a Pleasure Bay membership.”
“Unfortunately, we have a lengthy waiting list for memb
ership. You’ll need to see Ms. Gracie Snow and give her your name and number.” Dimitri made a gesture to the door and took a step. “I’ll point Gracie out to you; she’ll be inside.”
“I’ve heard about the waiting list, but I have a suggestion. Please forgive me for mixing business with pleasure, but I noticed you have some unfinished cabanas on the south side of the island.”
A frown crossed Dimitri’s face. “Yes, I had some problems with the contractor. I paid for quality materials and he brought me pine and particle board, thinking he could B.S. me and pocket some extra cash.”
“I’d like to offer to do the job right,” Shane said, giving him a half smile. “I own my own construction company and I can assure you we never skimp on materials. I can fax you my portfolio tomorrow morning, if you’d like to see some of our work.”
Dimitri thought for a moment, putting a hand to his chin.
“I could cut the price of labor in exchange for a membership,” Shane said, boldly watching as Dimitri raised a brow.
“How long before you could start the job?”
“It will take about a week to bring in the equipment and materials. After that, I can start at your convenience.”
“I’ll have Gracie give you my contact information before you leave. Send your credentials and a portfolio. If I am pleased with what I see, we can work something out about a membership.”
The smile on Shane’s face spread into a wide grin as he offered Dimitri his hand. “Thank you, sir. I promise you will not be disappointed with Home Art.”
As Dimitri entered the busy dining room, he surveyed the crowd, one particular individual in mind. He located her and started across the room. As he approached, Gracie walked up to her and began chatting. Observing the two women, he couldn’t imagine two more opposite entities, both in looks and personality. Mariah’s fairness, her diminutive stature and mouthwatering curves were in direct opposition to Gracie’s tall willowy figure. There was something to be said about Gracie’s lissome beauty, her cocoa brown hair, and near ebony eyes, but Mariah suited Dimitri to a T. As such, his eyes could focus only on his sweet nymph, who right now was in it up to her earlobes.
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