by Mari Carr
Her struggles were useless. Jett continued to guide her to the bed with far too much ease. When they reached the side of the bed, he tossed the vibrator onto the nightstand, placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her onto the mattress. She tried to bounce back up the moment her ass hit the sheets, but Jett was ready for her.
He placed one knee on the mattress as he propelled her downward, not stopping until she was flat on her back in the middle of the bed and he was straddling her.
Their position—her defenseless beneath him—fired up a fresh round of arousal that left her lightheaded, dizzy, out of control.
“Please.” The word escaped her lips on a whisper, betraying her.
Rather than spur Jett to show mercy, it seemed to release something wilder, more demanding in him. He reached toward one of the posts of the bed. She blinked rapidly when she realized there were straps attached there.
“Where—”
“They were here when we arrived.” Jett answered her question before she could answer it. “You didn’t notice them?”
She shook her head. God only knew how she would have reacted if she had. Bondage had ranked number one on her list of sexual fantasies for as long as she could remember, but she’d never had the courage to try it. Mainly because she’d never been with a man she trusted enough.
She tried to free herself from Jett’s relentless grip, but he didn’t even bother to feign gentleness. She’d triggered something primitive with her actions, pissed him off with her masturbation. He wasn’t going to set her loose until he was good and ready. And given the heated desire in his eyes, she’d guess that moment wasn’t going to come any time soon.
So much for escaping.
Jett strapped a cuff around her left wrist. At that point, she stopped trying to fight. It was pointless. She wouldn’t win. She didn’t want to.
Jett restrained her right hand quickly. Carissa tested the strength of the straps. She knew good and well she couldn’t get loose, but some part of her needed to know for sure.
Jett placed his hands on the pillow beneath her head, his knees straddling her hips, caging her in. She’d never felt so trapped, so helpless, so horny.
“Let’s run through what happened here, so I’m sure I’ve understood this all correctly.”
She licked her lips nervously. His voice was deep, laced with an anger she’d never heard from him.
“What do you mean?”
“You couldn’t sleep?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Why not?”
She felt her face flush. He knew full well why not. “Jett—”
“Say it, Rissa. Tell me why you couldn’t sleep.”
She hesitated for a moment, then realized he wouldn’t stop until he’d heard the truth. “I was horny, you jackass! Happy?”
His expression darkened, letting her know exactly how unhappy he was. “So you decided to take care of that little issue on your own?”
She nodded.
“Where did you get the vibrator?”
She scowled. “It’s mine. I brought it from home.”
“You brought it from home? Even though you knew you’d be sharing this room with me?”
“I wasn’t planning to have sex with you, Jett. I told you that.”
“And you thought I’d just sleep through this nightly self-love fest of yours without comment?”
“I didn’t realize you could hear me. Besides, I sort of imagined you’d find some woman to hook up with and disappear most nights.” She gave him a sheepish grin, wishing she could find a way to make him relax. Humor had always worked in the past, so she gave it a try. “You’re not a bad looking guy. I’m sure there are plenty of women here who would be more than happy to—”
“Were you in that dungeon with me? Did you hear a word I said?”
For the first time, Carissa felt her own anger spark. “I heard. And I refused. I said no to the friends-with-benefits thing back home and I sure as hell didn’t agree to be your sub for the week. In case you failed to notice, I said the safe word.”
Carissa tugged against the straps at her wrists, wishing for the first time she could free herself.
A change came over Jett’s face, so suddenly it took Carissa a moment to understand it. His dark expression cleared and the laid-back Jett she’d been friends with for years reemerged. Or so she thought…until he spoke.
“You should have woken me up, Rissa. I could have helped you with your problem.”
“I’m perfectly capable of taking care of it myself. As you saw.” Her words were spoken with more bravado than she felt. She hoped it would fool him, make him see her as off-limits.
Those hopes were dashed when he reached toward the nightstand and retrieved her vibrator. “There’s a big difference between being capable and being truly pleasured.”
Carissa tried to swallow, though her mouth had gone dry. Every drop of moisture appeared to travel to regions south. She pressed her legs together, the action not lost on Jett, who grinned, then slowly shook his head.
“No more of that.” He shifted, tugging her legs apart so that he could kneel between them. The new position left her wide open. His for the taking.
“What are you doing?”
He tilted his head, one eyebrow raised. “Now who’s missing the obvious?”
Before she could respond or offer her own smartass reply, he turned the vibrator on low and touched her clit. Carissa’s hips thrust upwards and she cried out loudly. Funny how different that same touch had felt when she had been the one wielding the toy.
She shook her head, trying to clear out some of the fuzziness. “We have to talk about this. Think about this.”
Jett chuckled. “No.” He pressed the head of the vibrator to the opening of her body as Carissa tilted her hips, trying to drive the toy deeper. “We don’t.”
She sucked in several deep breaths, but the air didn’t reach her lungs. Jett used his free hand to stroke her clit. He began to thrust the vibrator inside her, not bothering to go slowly as she had. Clearly he knew there was no reason to bother. She was soaking wet, on fire.
Jett could tell exactly what she needed and it wasn’t a slow build. She was ready to be fucked. Past ready.
“Harder,” she gasped when he managed to find her G-spot on one deep thrust. She expected him to balk at her demand, but mercifully, he didn’t. He turned the speed on the vibrator to high and gave her exactly what she’d asked for. The toy went deeper, faster. Jett mimicked the motion of the vibrator with his fingers on her clit, stroking in time, until she saw stars and her back arched.
She came loudly, calling out his name as she pulled roughly at the straps on her wrists, annoyed to have something holding her down. Without them, she would have flipped Jett beneath her, straddled his hips and fucked the hell out of him.
“Untie me.” Her words came out harsh, furious.
He shook his head. “No.”
She gritted her teeth as he continued to fuck her with the vibrator. Her orgasm had hit her like a freight train, waned for only a moment, and now a second was clawing beneath her skin. It was the most beautiful pain.
“God, Jett. Please! I need you. Need more. Fuck me.”
He didn’t acknowledge her words, gave no clue he’d even heard her speak. Instead, he used the toy against her. Retreat, return. Retreat, return. Just when she thought she couldn’t take another second, he threw more fuel on the fire.
Bending lower, Jett took her clit into his mouth and sucked. Hard. She splintered, shattered into a thousand pieces as she came once more. Tears streamed down her face as her body trembled, but Jett refused to offer a reprieve.
The vibrator became a relentless pounding inside her body, her pussy betraying her, clenching against it, demanding more.
Her skin was slick with sweat as she writhed beneath Jett. He nipped at her clit before pulling the toy out, replacing it with his tongue. His hot breath almost singed her sensitive flesh. He pressed his hands beneath
her ass, his fingers digging in to hold her still for the assault of his mouth.
She struggled to breathe, unable to speak, captive to his demands. She was his willing hostage.
Then his hands slid inward, not stopping until the tips of his fingers found her anus. He stroked the virgin hole despite her cries. Jett pulled away briefly, his mouth leaving her pussy. She released an audible sigh of relief, but it was short-lived. Jett drove two fingers deep inside her, cupping her and finding her G-spot. She screamed. An actual scream, as he pushed her over the ledge a third time.
Carissa’s life flashed before her eyes. This was it. She was going to die right here. Right now. Death by orgasm. And she wouldn’t regret it a bit.
By now, she knew her climaxes meant nothing to Jett. He reacted to the latest as he had the previous two. Ignoring it. He replaced his fingers with his mouth once more, using his now-wet digits to explore new territory.
Lifting his head, he waited until she looked at him before saying, “Put your legs over my shoulders.”
It was a simple request, but Carissa’s legs felt as if they were filled with lead. Her strength had deserted her two orgasms ago.
Jett was amused by her inept attempts at following his command. He let her struggle for a few moments, then simply lifted them and put her legs where he wanted them. The new position left her completely vulnerable as Jett raised his chest higher. It didn’t take her long to realize his goal when her ass left the mattress. He pressed the tip of one finger into her ass and wiggled it as he watched her face.
The Carissa she’d been an hour ago would have thrown up every shield she possessed to hide her reaction to his touch, but this woman was powerless. A stranger.
“You’ve never been taken here.”
She didn’t bother to lie. Carissa shook her head.
“It’s mine.”
His tone was pure possession. In another state of mind, she would have emasculated him for his arrogance. But that mind—like her strength—had fled.
No. It had been driven out…like the snakes from Ireland.
Jett had fucked her senseless with nothing more than his fingers, mouth and her vibrator. He had erased every trace of self-preservation she’d ever had. He’d recreated her. Made her into someone else. Someone she’d always wanted to be, but would never allow herself to accept.
A submissive.
She longed to be his. To please him.
Once the haze of sex cleared, Carissa knew that concept would scare her. Piss her off. But right now, it just felt right. Like she’d donned the softest pair of pajamas on the planet. She never wanted to take them off.
His finger delved deeper into her ass, pinching slightly. She didn’t ask him to stop. She couldn’t. She wanted this as much as he did.
Once his finger was fully lodged, he stopped. “You remember your safe word?”
She nodded.
“I let you use it to escape in the dungeon, Rissa. I won’t do that again. It’s not a get-out-of-jail-free card and it’s not something I want you to use lightly. If you’re in pain or seriously scared, say it and we’ll stop and talk about it. You won’t be allowed to say it and leave. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
He lifted one eyebrow until she hastily added, “Sir.”
“Good girl.”
Her mind told her the term of endearment was condescending. Insulting. So why did it make her feel so good? Maybe because it was something she’d never heard growing up. She’d worked her ass off to be the diligent daughter, doing everything she knew to please her father, yet it always went unnoticed.
Jesus. Did this mean she had daddy issues?
Jett leaned down, his face close to hers. “What are you thinking about?”
“I’m trying to understand why I like this.”
He kissed her softly on the cheek. “Do you need to know why?”
“If liking this means I’m sort of fucked up in the head or something…then yeah.”
He chuckled. “You’re not fucked up, Rissa. You’re beautiful. Giving. Trusting. Intelligent.”
She snorted at his list, but he didn’t relent. Instead, he removed his finger, sitting up until his ass rested on his ankles. Once again, she was reminded of how much larger he was than her.
“So let me explain how this is going to go down.”
He stroked her clit, then gave her a cocky grin that let her know he had her number. He knew exactly how to use her body against her.
“You seem to need some time to adjust to the new status quo. So we’ll use this week to test out some new boundaries.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’re a submissive, Rissa, but you’re struggling to accept that. Every night that we’re on Eden, I’ll be your Dom. I’m going to teach you exactly what it means to submit. I’m going to tie you up, spank you. I’ll expose you to floggers and forced orgasms, exhibitionism, the cross. I’ll give you every fantasy you’ve ever had and some you didn’t even know existed.”
Carissa bit her lip, trying to hide how much his words thrilled her. “Why do I get the feeling this isn’t your first BDSM rodeo?”
He laughed. “It’s not. I’m a member of a club back home. When we return to New Orleans, I’ll take you there.”
She shook her head. “No. What we do here stays here. It can’t go back home with us.”
Jett narrowed his eyes. “That’s what I’m talking about. You don’t seem to understand. I’m going to use this week to expose you to a different side of yourself.”
“What if I don’t want that?” It was a stupid question. One they both knew was a total lie.
“You don’t have a choice. You told the master of the island we’d go undercover to help him look for the murderer. To do that, we have to project the image of a committed couple.”
“No we don’t.
“Yes we do.”
“I don’t have to be your sub to go undercover, Jett. In fact it might be easier if we split up when we’re there, so—”
“No. You’ll be my sub or you won’t go back to the dungeon at all.”
She started to argue, but Jett reached under her shirt. He cupped her breast briefly, then pinched her nipple. The rough touch caused her to jerk and cry out in pain. It also sent a fresh round of arousal to her pussy.
“You don’t want to test me on this, Rissa. Because I will win.”
Asshole was right. “Fine. I’ll be your submissive in the dungeon. But only as part of our cover and only until we catch the killer.”
“No.”
She waited for him to elaborate, but he didn’t bother. Then her gaze landed on his cock—hard and testing the limits of the material of his briefs. She’d been so overwhelmed, she’d failed to think about him and his needs. She wasn’t usually such a selfish lover.
Overcome with guilt, she pulled at the straps, trying to free herself. “Untie me, Jett. I want to touch you.”
He didn’t reach for the straps. Instead, he slipped his fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs, sliding them down over his hips.
Carissa licked her lips as she caught sight of his erection. The skin was stretched taut. He was thick and long, the perfect example of what it meant to be well endowed.
“Please let me loose.” Her fingers itched to wrap around him.
“No. There’s one more thing you need to understand about this week. About us.” As he spoke, he grasped his cock, stroking it slowly.
Carissa frowned, angry. That was her job. She wanted to be the one pleasing him.
Jett moved, lifting her t-shirt until her stomach and breasts were bared. Then he placed one hand by her head as the other continued to travel up and down his thick flesh. Every now and then, the head of his cock brushed against her stomach, leaving a drop of precome behind.
She thought his motions were merely foreplay, but when he started to stroke harder, faster, she realized he intended to come this way.
“No,” she whispered. “Please. Let m
e. I need you.”
Jett hesitated for just a moment, then he started to run his fist along his cock once more. “I need you too, Rissa. But I’m not going to take you, I’m not going to fuck you, until you recognize what’s going on here. What I want from you.”
His hand moved quicker until his eyes closed with something that looked almost like pain. She knew the feeling. Jett released a sharp, short cry as his climax erupted, his come landing on her stomach, painting her breasts. For several moments, neither of them spoke as Jett slowly recovered.
When he looked at her again, she studied his face, saw pain mixed with desire etched in the lines by his eyes and mouth. He released the straps, rubbing her shoulders as she lowered her arms. She knew what he was going to say, but she wasn’t ready to hear it. Wasn’t ready to admit it. “Wait, Jett. Don’t—”
He forged on, talking over her. “This isn’t about going undercover. It’s not about fantasies or hooking up on holiday. I’m not in this for a week, Rissa. When I take you, it’s going to be forever.”
Fuck. He said it.
And now it was her turn to respond.
She closed her eyes, unable to face him as she told the lie. “I don’t want that.”
She felt his fingers under her chin, knew he wouldn’t speak until she looked at him. Carissa lifted her eyelids.
“Of course you do. You’re just scared. And stubborn.” He bent and kissed her softly. It was the single most beautiful kiss of her life.
When he lifted his lips from hers, she felt his breath on her face as he said, “Lucky for you, I’m patient. And persistent.”
“You’re making a big mistake here.”
He grinned and, finally, after hours of looking for him, her affable, lovable, safe best friend Jett, reappeared. “No, Rissa. For the first time in a long time, I’m getting something right. Now—” He stripped her t-shirt over her head and used it to wipe his come off her stomach. She didn’t resist. Her head was spinning.
When he was finished, he turned her until she faced away from him, her gaze taking in the sun sparkling over the ocean through the French doors. He spooned her, wrapping his arm around her waist, tucking her close.
