CAPTURE — Wrecked Innocent (The Billionaires Club Book 5)

by Q. Zayne

  Lucas looked at me closely. His close-cropped hair had tiny coils against his shapely skull. In the bright sun, his hair came alive with tiny prism, colored light. I wondered if his hair felt springy. His dark, dark eyes drew me. His collarbone — oh, everything about him looked beautiful. He smelled good, too, like the ocean and the jungle, a fresh, many scent.

  “Shipwreck survivors? Is that what you are?”

  “Yes.” I swallowed. It was difficult to speak and my breathing felt shallow.

  “You’re the first of those, but Gabe has guests here often. He only give this room to single women.” He hesitated, looked at me. “This was his fiance’s suite. She was killed. I think he hopes that by sharing it, things will change. It won’t seem so — haunted.”

  I felt faint. I reached out and gripped his arm. It felt hard as bridge cable, bulging with muscle. I wasn’t the swooning type, but I liked him being there, and enjoyed the way he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close.

  “Here, let’s get you into the hot tub.”

  Inwardly, I had conniptions at the thought of the devastatingly handsome Lucas putting me into a hot tub, but no way did I want to play the blushing virgin, even though that’s what I was. So I went meekly into the next room with him. To my relief, there was a screen where I could take off Gabe’s shirt and towel before slipping into the big, steaming, sunken tub.

  To my disappointment, Lucas turned away.

  “I’ll call someone to attend you.”

  “Thanks.” I wanted to object, but I knew a person could drown in a bath as well as in the sea and I was far too out of it to do much for myself just then. As it was, it was about all I could do do slip out of the shirt and into the tub. My shaking legs entered the hot water and felt instant relief. My teeth chattered as I adjusted to the shift from chilled to warmed.

  Damn that felt amazing. I went boneless from the heat and from the full realization of my miraculous escape from Davy Jones’ locker. I felt a chill as though from the charnal breath of the infamous collector of dead sailors, as though he promised he’d get me yet.

  Despite my modesty, I felt relieved when someone knocked on the door and a lovely, cheerful — of course — girl my age arrived to help me.

  Her help consisted of kneading my neck and shoulders and scalp with skilled hands. Bliss.

  She toweled me off and I kept blushing at the intimate attention. She smelled like Jasmine and her black curls tumbled over her plump shoulders and down her back like a waterfall.

  She gestured to the massage table and I spread out on my stomach, noticing that my bones pressed its surface. I hadn’t been face down since I lost so much weight. She gave me a full body massage on the warm, padded table. Her hands felt so wonderful I couldn’t object even though I’d never been touched like that in my life. Her hands even kneaded my buttocks. She guided me to turn over and her hands worked their talented way up my legs, hips, belly and breasts. I started breathing funny, wondering if she’d touch my V, too!

  She pulled the sheet up and smiled, dark curls stuck to the sides of her forehead. She had beautiful cinnamon skin. Her lips were so full, I wondered what they’d feel like if she kissed me.

  Wow. Did everyone get highly-sexed after a near death experience? Or had a I died and she was an angel, so maybe she wouldn’t be offended if I asked her to press her gorgeous mouth on me. . . . .

  Before I could blurt it out, she leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. Wow. Electricity shot through me and I tingled everywhere. Her tongue slipped between my lips and I felt each flick of it right between my legs. Unbelievable. I responded, tongue kissing her right back.

  I’d never imagined I had lesbian tendencies. I guessed on Gabe’s island, I had every tendency there was. Give me an older man father-figure, a big Black boyfriend, and a Sapphic goddess. Yes, please. Okay, maybe I had a concussion.

  She stopped kissing me. I moaned. Her warm hand soothed my brow and covered my eyes. I didn’t know her name.

  “The doctor will be in in a few minutes. He gives a thorough exam. Don’t worry. He’s done it to me many times. He’s good. You’ll be all right. And Chica, do what Gabe says. Even if some of it sounds strange. Trust me, you’ll be alright. He takes good care of girls who please him. I saw your boat. He can help you. Just listen and do what he wants. I mean it. Do you understand?” The urgency of her words tugged me towards reality.

  I nodded. I felt so drowsy from the hot tub and her good hands. I wanted to look into her lovely dark brown eyes and keep looking until I saw the future. Her expression was so earnest, her arched brows almost met over her small nose. Gabe scared me, and I wasn’t sure I’d want to do what he wanted me to do, but I could tell she was serious and needed me to agree.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  “Good.” She bustled out, her sexy, ample backside moving like the sea.

  I wanted her to come back.

  The doctor knocked and entered. He was a tall, silver-haired man. Taller and not as buff as Gabe, yet his strong shoulders showed through his lab coat and he had a trim body and striking gray eyes. His bone structure reminded me of a bust of Caesar. Far too good-looking. What was he, an actor playing a doctor? But his manner was so assured, so authoritative, I didn’t say a word when he smiled and lifted the sheet to gaze at my naked body.

  “This will be a thorough and pleasant exam. Have no fear. I’m Eustace, the doctor for the island.”

  “Hi, I’m Angie.”

  “I took over the medical practice here from our friend Justice. I moved here from the mainland a few weeks ago. He left us ‘to spend the rest of my life on a honeymoon with my young bride,’ as he put it.” Eustace sounded wistful. “In case Gabe didn’t mention it, you’ve run aground at The Billionaires Club. That’s billionaires plural, not possessive, as Gabe always says. You’re the first person ever to be shipwrecked here! You’ll have to keep everything that goes on here a secret, including this exam.” He winked, yet his tone was serious.

  I suspected Eustace was a member of the club. Quite a revelation, that rich, powerful men got lonely and longed for love. And that one of them left this paradise to share his life with a young woman. No mystery that Eustace hoped to do the same.

  He flashed a tiny light in my eyes, raised my eyelids, put a stethoscope between my breasts, took my pulse and blood pressure, looked down my throat. His manner was 100% professional. He smelled good, clean and minty. His touch was gentle and deft. I felt at ease with him.

  He removed the sheet and I gasped.

  “Just relax, my dear. This won’t take long. It’s one of Gabe’s special requirements. We’ll just get everything done in one go.” His gaze swept me and he smiled.

  I took a deep breath. I trusted my nameless masseuse and still tingled from my first girl-kiss.

  The medical exam didn’t seem quite right, but I couldn’t see objecting. It was as though I’d landed in a foreign country and had to adapt to its customs. In a sense I had. This was a private island, and basically, Gabe was king. I’d just become subject to a monarch. I had an absurd urge to giggle. The doctor’s big warm hands examined my breasts. I gasped when he pinched my nipples.

  “There. Quite healthy.”

  He opened my legs.

  OMG, he was going to — .

  He slipped the tip of his finger in me. His finger felt big, stretching my opening.

  Wasn’t he supposed to wear gloves? His finger came to a stop. My face flamed. He was a doctor. Of course he recognized a hymen when he felt one.

  “Delightful. You’re a virgin. Rare as unicorns among girls your age! Gabe will be so pleased.”

  “You aren’t going to tell him?” I bolted up.

  “Now, now. Don’t you think he wants to know?”

  I could think of nothing to say to that. My mind just stopped. Eustace looked at me in such a fatherly way with a twinkle in his eyes. He put his hand between my breasts and pressed me down flat on the table.

  “There. Relax. Now re
member everything we do here is a secret. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.”

  He watched me and seemed to be waiting.

  “Yes, I understand, Doctor.”

  “Good girl.”

  “And you promise not to tell?”

  “Yes, Doctor.” The tingle between my legs intensified to the point of pain.

  “I see you’re quite swollen here.” He stroked me between the legs. “I’m going to give you a treatment that will help you with that — and with the activities to come.”

  The activities to come? That was cryptic as hell. I didn’t know how to ask what the hell was happening. And I was excited, even though I didn’t mean to be. Gabe told me Eustace as his friend, and the woman said he was good, gave her many exams. But still! I tightened up, not wanting to enjoy his touch.

  He slipped his finger between my pussy lips and found my favorite spot, the one no one else had ever touched. I couldn’t believe how good it felt, how he went right there and caressed me just right. Damn.

  He was a dirty old man. No wonder he swore me to secrecy. In the real world, off this private island, he’d get disbarred or defrocked or whatever it was they did to nasty doctors. I’d read unbelievable news stories of doctors making their patients pregnant, so it wasn’t an untrodden path. At least his fingers couldn’t knock me up. Wow, he’d been here only a few weeks and he’d done this to the beautiful Latina masseuse several times?

  He stopped teasing me and I moaned. He looked his arms under my legs and pulled me so my butt rested on the end of the table. With a confident move he set my ankles on his shoulders. I heard his zipper. He swept his white coat aside.

  “I’m going to stretch your opening. I won’t pop your cherry. You’ll just feel the wide head of my cock opening you. I’ll go slow and careful. Just say my name, Eustace, if you want me to stop. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Doctor.” I couldn’t believe it was happening, but I let him do it. Guys who made moves on me had been so fumbling and gross I never wanted any of them. Eustace had such a reassuring voice and touch. The most amazing bedside manner. No wonder so many romances featured doctors. Damn.

  The sensation of his intimate flesh, the tip of his cock, making contact with my pussy, felt hotter and more intense than I expected. I couldn’t see it, I just felt the big, hard head right there. I raised my head, staining to see.

  He looked up from where he had his gaze riveted at the juncture of our bodies. He grinned at me. The sun made his even white teeth shine in his tanned, mature face.

  “You want to see it, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Doctor,” I whispered, shy in my desire.

  “Say it,” he ordered in a commanding tone.

  “I want to see it, Doctor,” I blurted, embarrassed.

  “What do you want to see, girl?” He looked stern, yet amused. He searched my face with twinkling eyes, waiting for me to say it.

  “I want to see your cock, please, Doctor.” My voice trembled; my face burned. I shook all over. My nipples felt so hard they hurt.

  “Good girl.” Pleasure lit his face.

  He stood back just enough so I could see below his waist and still keep my feet on his shoulders. He swept his white coat back. His erection stood out from his silver pubic curls. Damn. WTF! I’d imagined Lucas’ big Black cock, but the doctor’s was bigger than I’d ever imagined a man’s thing could be. Veins pulsed on it. The head looked purple and wet. I swallowed, shocked and scared.

  “Easy now. Put your head down and relax. Take deep, calming breaths. Good girl. Leave everything to me. Your doctor’s going to make you all better, sweetie.”

  Surges of heat went through me at his words. He pushed some deep, deep, hot buttons in me. I bet he knew just what he was doing. Nasty, nasty doctor. I lay back. I let him do what he wanted to do to me. I wanted him to do what he wanted to do to me. My skinny legs shook with fear, his thing was so freaking huge.

  The slippery knob rubbed up and down my pussy lips. Eustace’s big hands opened my lips and aimed it, teasing my nub. He lodged it in my opening. OMG. It felt way too big.

  He pushed. I yelled.

  “That’s it. That’s it, baby. That’s all I’m going to give you. Take your first treatment girl, the tip of your first cock!” he crowed.

  Squishy noises came from between my legs. I raised my head and strained to see.

  The doctor stood between my legs, his big hand jacking his huge cock into my pussy, just the tip inside me. Veins stood out on his hands and cock as he jacked that big thing in my virgin hole.

  The stretching felt unbearable. I panted like a birthing video, moaning. So intense.

  His hips jerked. He roared and arched back.

  Intense pressure ballooned my pussy channel. Oh, wow! The doctor shot his sperm right inside me! Warm, gooey stuff spurted into me and leaked back out.

  “Yes, yes, yes! There’s your medicine, girl. Doctor’s filling you with his special, secret medicine. Take it all in your hot virgin pussy!” He jacked more of it into me. His intense happiness and the sudden pressure inside fired something in me. I shook, out of control. I wondered if I was having a seizure. I flailed like crazy. Sparks and flares lit up behind my eyelids. The pleasure split me from my nub to the top of my head. Damn!

  The shaking stopped and I opened my eyes. My doctor looked into my face. He smiled like an angel.

  “Wow. That was some treatment, doctor. What did you do to me? Am I going to be okay? Is that normal?”

  “So beautiful my dear. You responded to your doctor’s special treatment with an orgasm.” He gave me a soft kiss on my lips. “I have another treat for you. You get to taste Doctor’s special medicine. I want you to clean my personal medical instrument with your mouth and tongue like a good girl.”

  He positioned me on the table so my legs were supported and guided my neck to bend back over the other end of the table. He dangled his sperm-covered cock over my mouth. Supporting my skull in his big hands, he took complete control over feeding me his huge cock.

  “Lick it. Clean it all off. Oh. Oh, yes. Good girl.”

  I licked my doctor’s cock all over, tasting sperm for the first time. I felt it oozing out of my sore pussy while I licked him clean. I wondered if any of it went through my hymen. I’d heard you could get pregnant if a guy came down there, even if he wasn’t inside. And the doctor had the tip right in my pussy when he shot all that cream out of his balls. Wow, that’s what it meant when a guy emptied his balls in a girl.

  Doctor’s medicine. Wow. The man had quite a perverted practice going. But I liked it. I couldn’t help it. I was sore from his big thing stretching me, but damn it felt good. Now I knew what the big deal was about coming. I could tell my tight, virgin hole felt amazing to him, and Eustace coming in me felt more wonderful than I knew how to describe; that’s what made me come. It excited me so much that the doctor enjoyed me so much and the feel of him coming sparked something so intense and primal in me I lost control.

  He held my neck and pushed his cock deep in my face, lodging the head in my tight throat.

  OMG. My throat convulsed on it. I started to choke but made myself breathe the way he told me before. There. It fit.

  “Sweet, baby, so young and tight.”

  Even soft, his cock filled my mouth. It took all my concentration to breathe through my nose and not gag or panic.

  I wondered if he planned to give me more treatments.

  I shook myself. This wasn’t why I was here. It was amazing, but I had to continue my trip.

  Eustace withdrew his cock and let me breathe. He rubbed his big hairy ball sack on my lips. I licked his big, hairy balls.

  “You’re good at that, sweetie.” My doctor put his spent cock away. “You made your doctor feel real good.” He helped me roll on my side to support my head on my arm.

  He zipped up and his lab coat fell back in place. Aside from the glow on his face, he could have been a regular doctor finishing a routine exam.

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nbsp; “You’re a healthy girl, Angie. Beautiful, normal, responsive, terrific.”

  “Thank you, Doctor. I enjoyed your treatment.”

  “Good girl.” He helped me sit up, put his strong arms around me, and gave me a soft, lingering kiss.

  In the shelter of his arms, all the fear that clung to me since I fought the sea drained away. I felt it all flowing out of me, down, down, down and away, leaving me lighter and happy. He squeezed me close.

  “Any time you get scared, remember how good that felt. Replay every part of the treatment in your mind and make yourself come. Know that you’ll be alright.” He looked into my eyes. “Gabe can be scary, but no one here will harm you in a bad way. Just do what you’re told and you’ll be fine. If you start to worry, just do what you’re supposed to do.”

  “Yes, Doctor.”

  Eustace lifted me up in his arms, held me against his broad chest, and carried me to bed. I sighed, more at home than I’d been in a long time. I missed my boat rocking me, but his arms and heart gave me what I needed. He tucked me in.

  His warm lips transported me to a safe place with tropical warmth and birdsong. His big hands slid down my body and squeezed my ass.

  “Sweet dreams, beautiful girl.”

  I fell asleep with my doctor’s seed soaking into me.

  Billionaire's Perverted Proposition

  Gabe sat across the balcony table from me as we sipped the best coffee I’d ever tasted. The dark, smoky brew brought me back to life from the fuzzy-headed state of waking. I hadn’t showered. My doctor’s cum kept leaking into my panties. I squirmed, enjoying it. I felt naughty, looking into the sea-green eyes of my billionaire host with his friend’s seed inside my still-virgin pussy. Nothing in all my planning of my trip around the world prepared me for being shipwrecked on his billionaires club island.

  I shook my hair back. It felt snarled again from all that writhing on the gyno exam table. I blushed.

  “We’re all so glad you’re here, Angie. How are you? I know you’ve been through a shock.”

  “I’m fine, Gabe. I slept great. The massage was wonderful and Eustace — says I’m healthy.” I looked down at my lap, relieving the exam, creaming my panties. “You’ve been wonderful. Thank you so much.”