A Passionate Discovery (Self-Discovery Series)

by Brooke, T

  She didn’t argue, right then she didn’t care what she wore as long as it pleased him. Once she had untangled her long hair with a comb she dried it thoroughly. With that done she took out her cosmetics bag and dusted a light layer of bronzer over her face, she then applied a touch of mascara and finished by adding a hint of color to her lips with a coral gloss.

  Jason was already dressed when she returned to the bedroom and she hurried to pull on a pair of lacy white panties. Not sure what bra to wear she glanced over to the bed to see what he had picked out for her. It was one of the silk mini-dresses with spaghetti straps so she grabbed a strapless half bra.

  “You look gorgeous, baby, now grab your shoes and let’s get out of here,” he told when she had slipped the dress on over her head and settled it over her hips. “I don’t want to be late.” With that he walked out into the main room to make a phone call.

  Finding her three inch heels Carla slid them on, grabbed her purse and joined Jason in the main room of the suite. “Ready when you are, Sir,” she announced with a smile that she hoped hid her nerves, she had no idea what he was going to teach her, and as she had been on the previous nights she was a mix of nerves and excitement.

  He held out his hand for her and together they left the room. When they were outside they made the brief walk to the dock, where, to Carla’s surprise, Jason guided her into a waiting powerboat. Stifling her curiosity as best she could she sat back as the boat took off across the water.

  It took almost no time for the boat to reach their destination, another island in the chain, and Jason climbed out quickly before turning to assist Carla out onto the dock. “We are meeting a dear friend of mine tonight, Carla; he owns the resort on this island. I am sure you will find him as charming as most other women do,” he said as he led her up the dock to the hotel, which was just as beautiful as where they were staying.

  It was clear to Carla that Jason’s friend was rich; she could only imagine how rich he must be to own an entire holiday resort, especially one so beautiful and exclusive.

  “I want you to remember something tonight, sweetheart,” Jason said as they walked through the doors and into the impressive lobby. “By pleasing me you also please yourself.” He squeezed her hand lightly and guided her over to the golden gilded elevators.

  Carla could only wonder at what he meant as the lift rose swiftly to the top floor of the hotel. His words were pushed from her mind however when the doors open; before her was a suite that looked as though it took up the entire floor. She could only gasp at the opulence she saw.

  She was still taking in the suite when a man walked forward into her field of vision. Immediately her focus was drawn away from the suite, and its decorations, and onto him. He was handsome, almost impossibly so, with movie star looks that could have earned him millions even if he didn’t possess a single ounce of acting ability.

  He wasn’t as large and muscular as Jason, but the skintight t-shirt he was wearing showed Carla that he had a physique to make men jealous and women swoon. His jet black hair was swept back in a casual style, which she was sure was anything but casual, while his grey eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked her over appreciatively.

  “It has been too long my friend.” The hunk moved forward to embrace Jason, pulling him into a bear hug.

  Carla could only watch in surprise as the two men greeted each other. In her experience men shook hands, or slapped each other on the ass; she had never before seen men be so open and affectionate in their greetings.

  “Come, Carla, meet Manuel.” Jason smiled broadly and held out his hand for her to join them.

  “She is even lovelier than you told me in our conversations,” Manuel said. Taking Carla’s hand he lifted it to his lips and kissed it gallantly. “A pleasure to meet you.”

  He had a strong accent and a charming manner that Carla was instantly attracted to. “It’s very nice to meet you, Sir.” She wasn’t sure what to call him, but assumed that being a close friend of Jason’s he had at least some knowledge of his lifestyle.

  “So well trained already.” Manuel nodded approvingly, smiling at Jason. “I am impressed, old friend.” He looked back at Carla. “Am I to assume she has not been told why you have brought her to me?”

  “You would assume correctly.” Jason chuckled at the confused look that crossed Carla’s face. “She does know that this will be part of our ten nights. I can only hope she does as well tonight as she has during the other nights.” He spoke to his friend but kept his eyes on Carla, attempting to read her mood.

  “I am sure if you have been training her that she will do very well,” Manuel remarked. “Shall we get more comfortable?” he asked. Not waiting for either of them to answer he walked off, knowing Jason would follow, and sure his submissive would do so as well.

  Jason took Carla’s hand and led her after his friend, whispering softly, “You do this tonight to show me that you trust me in all things.”

  Carla was becoming more and more nervous. She got the distinct impression that whatever was going to happen that night was something she wouldn’t be comfortable with. Her heart beat faster with every step and when she walked into the room Manuel had disappeared into she froze.

  Manuel was waiting for them in a bedroom. In the center of which was a very large bed; it was larger than any bed she had ever seen and it overshadowed everything else in the room.

  “I don’t understand, Sir,” Carla whispered in confusion, looking from Jason to Manuel and back again, not understanding why both of them were smiling at her in such a strange way.

  “Tonight, Carla, we will both enjoy you.” Jason watched her eyes widen with fear and when she took a few steps away from him he knew it was time to command her. “This is not debatable, sweetheart,” he told her firmly. “You have nothing to fear, and a world of pleasure to be gained.”

  “I c-can’t, Sir.” She looked at him in shock, finding it hard to speak. She couldn’t believe what he was asking of her. It was too much. The very thought of it made her heart race in fear.

  “Do you remember what we discussed last night, Carla?” His grew even more cold and stern. “I can only unlock your passion when you trust me completely.”

  “I c-can’t do this, Sir, please, I’m begging you not to ask me.” How could he even want such a thing?

  Sure, Manuel was an extremely gorgeous man, and she doubted many girls turned him down, but what Jason was asking of her then went beyond anything she had done for him. She knew that some women, not any that she knew personally, were okay with the idea of sleeping with two men at the same time, but she knew she was not that kind of woman. She was sure that she would never become the type of woman who would be okay with having two lovers at the same time.

  “You’re overthinking things, Carla, undress, now!” Jason knew just how hard what he had planned would be for her, it was pushing her boundaries further than they’d ever been pushed in her life. He wasn’t prepared to back down though; if she didn’t use her safe words then the night was going to go ahead as planned.

  “I c-can’t, Sir,” she cried out softly, lowering her head. She didn’t like denying him, and hated that he was going to be upset with her, but it was just too much. She shook her head, fighting back tears.

  Manuel watched the beautiful girl fall apart and smiled warmly. She had no idea what pleasures awaited her in their arms. He knew instinctively, and from the talks he had had with Jason, that she would enjoy it, all she had to do was surrender.

  He was curious to see who was going to win the battle of wills. An innocent in his lifestyle was a rarity and he wondered if someone with her limited experience could be convinced to love so freely.

  Jason had no intention of accepting defeat and with no warning he reached out. In a quick move he pulled the straps off her shoulders so the dress fell to pool at her feet.

  Her hands moved instinctively to cover her chest, shocked that he had done such a thing in front of a man who was a stranger to her, no mat
ter how beautiful she thought he was. “Sir, please stop!” She was humiliated, and in that moment she felt herself hating Jason. She didn’t understand how he could treat her in such a fashion, especially after the day they had spent together.

  “Don’t fight me on this, girl, just surrender and allow yourself to enjoy it. Tomorrow you will wonder what you were so afraid of.” Wrapping his arms around her waist he held her tight against him. Her body was trembling violently but he was sure that was mainly from embarrassment.

  “You have no need to be embarrassed, dear one,” Manuel told her, “your body is perfeccion.” He glanced over her slender form, thinking how fortunate his friend was to own her.

  Carla closed her eyes tightly, willing her heart to stop racing and her breathing to slow. It was all too much; she wasn’t ready to explore things as deeply as Jason wanted her to. Her mental anguish was so deep she didn’t feel his fingers work the clasp on her bra, and didn’t realize he’d released it until he firmly pulled her hands down by her side firmly. She whimpered as the cool air swirled over her breasts, hardening her nipples into tiny buds.

  Manuel walked forward until he stood before the trembling beauty and lowered his mouth to one of her tempting peaks. Suckling it he felt her instinctively try to pull back, she was unable to do so however because Jason held her in place. Manuel flicked his tongue across her nipple and gently nipped at her; her soft groan of pleasure and pain made him harden instantly.

  “Jason, please, Sir,” she whimpered, hating that her body was responding to Manuel’s attention when emotionally she wished to be anywhere else.

  Holding her hands at her side, using his strength to keep her still, Jason lowered his mouth to her ear and whispered, “Stop thinking, sweetheart, and feel.” He was finding it difficult to watch Manuel touch what he considered to be his, but he was determined that she would have the experience.

  Manuel trailed his mouth to her other breast as his hand moved down her flat stomach and under the band of the small wisp of lace that covered her sex. His fingers slid over her smooth mound and between her soft folds, pleased by the dampness he found there. Lifting his head he spoke huskily, “Your body is loving what I’m doing.” He lowered his mouth to her abdomen and feeling her tense his tongue delved into her navel, swirling it around briefly.

  Carla held her breath as his tongue tickled her. His fingers were creating the most delicious friction but her mind screamed at her that it was wrong to be enjoying what he was doing to her.

  Jason was fighting his own issues as he watched his friend touch his girl, but he refused to end it. He knew that if he was going to share her, he would at least be involved in her finding pleasure. “We should move this to the bed,” he said, his tone more harsh than he intended.

  Manuel looked up at his friend, surprised by his tone, and even more surprised by the jealousy he saw in his eyes. It was clear the young woman between them meant more to his friend than he was willing to admit to himself. “Are you certain you want to do this?” he asked.

  Jason lifted Carla as Manuel removed his fingers and he carried her over to the bed with long strides. “This is what she needs.” He carefully laid her on the bed, ignoring the look in her eyes that begged him to stop.

  “Sir, please,” she whispered, not liking the angry look on his face. She was sure he was going to force her to go through with it and hated that she might derive even the slightest hint of pleasure from the act.

  “Remember when I told you before that I would be lenient with you because you were new, Carla?” He needed this to happen as much for him as for her. She was becoming too much of an obsession, he couldn’t think rationally any longer.

  “I remember, Sir,” she whispered softly, not sure what he was meaning.

  “That no longer applies,” he watched her eyes widen in fear, “if you stop any night, this ends.” He knew he was being cold and unfair but there had to be some way to ease the possessive need he felt for her, and he hoped that night would do it. If he could watch her with another man then her innocence would no longer be a factor. At least that was how he rationalized what he was doing.

  A single tear slid down her cheek at his words. “You want me to be your whore, Sir?”

  “I want you to agree to do whatever I ask of you, without question.” His eyes bore into hers, wondering if she would break or walk away. He wasn’t sure which reaction would please him more.

  Forcing herself to take deep breaths Carla considered what he was really demanding of her. She could walk away tonight and never see him again, or she could give in to his demented idea of passion and live with the consequences. It was an overwhelming decision to make and her mind reeled; was she ready to end it and walk away?

  The answer was no, and tears ran down her cheeks as she realized it. She hated him for asking of her what he had, and she hated herself for not being strong enough to leave. Nodding she spoke softly, “I’m not ready for this to end, Sir.” Laying her hands on the bed by her sides she trembled, not knowing just what she was giving in to.

  Jason knew he should be elated when she finally submitted to him, but the feeling in his gut wasn’t one of joy over her decision. Strengthening his resolve he lowered himself onto the bed and kissed her. It wasn’t a kiss of loving tenderness, or of passion, it was a kiss to show his possession of her. “Tonight you will know what it means to belong to me utterly.” His hands went to the scrap of lace that covered her sex and pulled it down her shaking limbs.

  Manuel removed his clothes, not certain his friend was ready to share his pet. She was incredibly beautiful, and he couldn’t wait to enjoy her, but there was an air of tension in the room that concerned him. They had been friends for many years, and had shared many women, but he had never seen his friend act the way he was just then, it was clear he was struggling with the idea of having feelings for his latest submissive. “Jason, you are sure this is something you wish to pursue?” he asked, needing his friend to be certain.

  Jason stood and undressed quickly, refusing to allow himself the time to change his mind. He needed this for his own sanity, and to remind himself who was in control. The girl was his pet, and until he could be sure of his own state of mind he’d do whatever it took to put her in the same place as the submissives before her. “Let’s enjoy our little slut,” he said finally.

  Carla closed her eyes at his words, wishing she had the nerve to tell him to go to hell for his comment. She didn’t doubt for a minute that he would send her away if she denied him, and a part of her thought that would be for the best.

  As both men joined her on the bed she tensed, if she was going to stop this she knew she needed to do so then, otherwise it would be too late. Why she remained still and silent as their hands found her breasts she would wonder long after the night ended.

  Jason lowered his mouth to her breast and suckled deeply, his teeth scraping lightly over the hardened peak. Knowing that Manuel was enjoying her other breast enraged him, and he tried to shut out the anger and jealousy that threatened to overwhelm his mind, to think of Carla as just another submissive, but he couldn’t. His hand squeezed her creamy mound tightly, forcing a gasp of pain from her.

  His hand moved down to her smooth mound and he plunged two fingers into her. She wasn’t dry, but neither was she fully ready for him. His eyes moved to her face and he saw her eyes were shut tight while her entire body was rigid and tense. Seeing that he forced himself to gain control over his volatile emotions and pulled his fingers from her clenching folds; it wasn’t supposed to be a punishment for her, he told himself with a mental shake.

  “Taste her, Manuel, she is so sweet,” he told his friend. A tiny voice at the back of his mind told him he should stop things, that what he was doing wasn’t right, but she had her safe words, he reminded himself, if she truly wanted to stop what was happening she could.

  Determined that she should not regret what was happening, that she should find as much pleasure as them, he moved up her body and claimed h
er lips gently.

  As she lay there Carla wished the night would end. If it was what he needed to stoke his ego then she would give it to him, she thought angrily, but she was damned if she was going to enjoy it. She would not give him the satisfaction of finding pleasure in what was happening.

  His lips gently pried hers apart and his tongue slid between them, drawing her attention to him, and away from what he was allowing to happen to her. As his tongue slowly danced with hers she found her mind drifting off, making it difficult for her to think.

  Following Jason’s suggestion Manuel lowered himself between Carla’s beautiful thighs, lifting her legs over his shoulder. He felt her become even more tense and rigid and slowly trailed kisses up her thigh until his mouth settled over her soft folds and his tongue lightly grazed the sensitive flesh of her clit.

  He prided himself on his talents with women, and his ability to always leave them satisfied by the time he was finished. He was determined that this occasion would be no different. She would enjoy the experience, no matter how much her mind tried to resist her body. Spreading her nether lips with his fingers his tongue delved deep, retreating and entering again; every so often he moved up to circle her clit with his tongue and nip at it gently.

  The touch of a stranger’s lips on her body should not have been pleasurable, Carla told herself, she should not be enjoying it, but like the slut Jason had called her she felt her body respond. As much as she wanted to remain distant from what was being done to her, to let them have their pleasure but not to enjoy it herself, she found it impossible.

  Jason’s hand on her breasts and his tongue dancing with hers ignited her passion, while the feel of Manuel’s tongue, diving into her core again and again, proved too much to resist. Soon enough she felt her body flood with desire as her brain closed itself off and gave her body over to the pleasure she was experiencing.