by Stone, Piper
I gripped the hairbrush, rubbing my thumb across the smooth wood. Why my mind picked this moment to be unsettled pissed me off. Maybe guilt was riddling my system, another reminder of just how wretched my father could be. No. This wasn’t the time or place. I tapped her lightly, moving from the tops of her thighs to her sit spot then into the middle of each ass cheek. She gripped the railing as if preparing for the mixture of pleasure and pain. Then I slid my finger down the crack of her ass.
She arched her back, her breath coming in scattered pants.
“Are you wet for me?” I whispered, the sound almost floating away in the light breeze. I rubbed the bristles down both sides of her spine then tapped her ass cheeks again when she didn’t respond.
“Um... I, um... Yes. Yes, sir.”
I slipped my fingers just inside her pussy, curling the tips. “With pleasure comes pain.”
“Yes, sir.” She shivered, a purr slipping past her lips.
“I want you wet and hot during our entire trip. I want you begging for my cock as well as my firm hand.”
The first smack brought a yelp, the second a shake of her legs. The wood whistled as I snapped my wrist, every slap practiced. I’d done this dozens of times, taking women over my knee, using various implements, but this was special. This was different.
“Ouch, that hurts,” she said, a short laugh pushing past her lips. She swallowed several times, her head twisting as if trying to find me.
The words were so endearing. “I think you forget that punishment is supposed to hurt.” I smacked her again and again, moving from one ass cheek to the other. Why is it that I could be another man with her, caring and even nurturing?
“You’re punishing me?” she threw out, wiggling back and forth. “I thought I’d been a very good girl.”
“You have. More than you know.” My cock was already twitching, and I pulled her close, allowing her to feel just how much she affected me.
“Mmm...” Her lips were pursed, her eyes closed.
“But that doesn’t mean you don’t need a spanking.” I peppered her ass with hard smacks, enjoying the moment, the soft blush of redness created by the brush. The thudding noise as the wood slapped against her naked skin mixed with the echoes popping in my ears.
Her face was almost serene, lifting up toward the sky, sun-kissed as clouds shifted away from the golden hue. “Why?”
“Because all women require discipline. I want you to always feel like you can ask me for what you need.”
She dragged her tongue across her mouth and I noticed a single tear skipping past her eyelashes. “Yes, sir.”
“Can you do that for me? Do you trust me enough?”
“I shouldn’t but I do for some ridiculous reason, and I will.”
Using an even rhythm, I moved from side to side until I knew she’d had enough. The brush had created several lines on her skin, some that would remain, a reminder. I gathered her into my arms, almost surprised that she rested her head on my shoulder, her hand positioned lightly on my chest. I held her for some time, nuzzled against my heated skin, listening to the sound of the surf, even moving into a rare moment of tranquility.
And I could almost see the future.
“Then let the training begin.”
Chapter Nine
Lola
In the three days since he’d commented about training, I’d learned many things about myself and I often cringed at the realization. I loved receiving a spanking more than I could ever consider admitting. I craved Jagger’s control, the authoritative manner he used no matter what we were doing. I wanted to please him, to obey what limited rules he’d set forth, but I also enjoyed disobeying, pushing his boundaries to see exactly what he would do. Like a child. Like a misbehaving and bratty child.
He allowed me to open up, experience sexual bliss in a manner I never thought possible. I was open and free, uninhibited to his requests, to his demands. He’d bound me to the bed, the kitchen table, and even the deck railing, leaving me for short periods before returning to use me in whatever manner. And every time, I’d been excited, breathless with anticipation.
I’d also learned he was very patient, explaining aspects of various kinds and levels of discipline when I asked questions. He never made fun of the type of inquiry, even when it seemed I was issuing an interrogation. When he required my submission, either for sex or discipline, he was kind and patient.
But any additional questions I’d asked about his life, he’d refused to answer. It was as if he was determined not to allow me to see the other side of him, the brutality or the violence he’d experienced or issued. I was no fool, certainly well aware that my various accusations regarding his actions were likely completely true. I was in the home of a dangerous and possibly sadistic man, yet with me he was gentle in his commands, firm but never harsh. The dichotomy of what I knew versus what I suspected was unnerving.
His gun was never far from him, no matter what we were doing or where we went. I’d also found a bag in his room filled with additional weapons and ammunition. He had a damn arsenal in the house, so obviously terrified of being attacked. I made mental note of the types I knew anything about, just in case I’d need to use one. The thought was almost as terrifying as everything else.
He’d been receiving phone calls that he refused to take and every time the phone rang, he shifted into a nasty mood for at least a few minutes, requiring time alone. I finally suspected he’d turned off the ringer or left the phone in his room. This was the kind of question that I knew I shouldn’t ask. There would be no answer. However, the darkness in his eyes was troubling. I’d often find him on the deck or by the pool in the middle of the night, unable to sleep.
Tonight was one of those nights.
I moved out onto the deck, pulling the robe around me and tying the sash. The moon was almost full, creating a beautiful backdrop to the swirling iridescent glow of the LED pool lights. I could just see his form sitting by the water’s edge, his feet dangling in the water. The previous two nights, I’d left him alone, too exhausted to interfere.
Not this time. I was determined to break through his shield of iron. I padded down the stairs, headed in his direction. I could tell he sensed my presence by the way his shoulders tensed. I stood by the water’s edge, admiring the waterfall, not saying a word and neither did he. After a few seconds, given my growing frustration, I untied and allowed the robe to shimmy to the concrete decking, immediately diving into the deep end.
I swam several laps, making certain I kept him just in my sight. He never moved, didn’t try to join me. He sat perfectly still, his gaze following my trail as I glided through the water. If I thought he would join me, I’d be wrong. These dark, blasphemous moods had reached a bleak point. I had a terrible feeling that he was fading away, his personal demons winning.
Diving under the water, I swam along the bottom, still able to see his form. When I came up I was between his legs, the water splashing all over him. He barely flinched. “You left me all alone?”
He acknowledged my presence by a single blink of his eyes.
“I was lonely.”
Jagger exhaled.
“I was thinking very bad girl thoughts, evil and mischievous. Punishable in a court of law.”
A slight grin popped along his mouth but only briefly.
My turn to let out a long and exaggerated breath. Refusing to be denied, I placed my folded arms on his thighs, cocking my head. “I’ll give you ten dollars if you tell me what’s wrong. Another ten bucks for every question you answer, no matter what you tell me as long as it’s the just the truth.”
I thought for certain he was going to continue to ignore me, but he finally placed his hand on my arm, his thumb rubbing aimlessly. “I’m sorry. I have a lot on my mind.”
“Talk to me, Jagger. Tell me what is going on.”
“You don’t need to be troubled by any aspect of my life.”
“In case you haven’t figured out, I am a part of your life, and wha
t you don’t realize is that it’s not just for one week. I’m in this for the long haul.”
His face pinched, his eyes darting back and forth across mine. “What are you saying?”
“Don’t worry. I’m not claiming you as mine. Just the business arrangement. With the sale of the company, there will be discussions with attorneys, bankers, and of course between the two parties for at least thirty days.” I was teasing in certain regards but when he bristled, I expected the very worst from him. I’d obviously struck a nerve, the imaginary line in the sand I wasn’t supposed to cross.
“What if you don’t sell your father’s company?”
“What?” I couldn’t have been any more shocked that by his question. “I don’t understand.”
“What if you at least don’t sell to Bishop Enterprises?”
I had no idea how to answer. “That’s the deal we made. You may insist you’re not an honorable man, but I trusted you enough to accept the deal. I...” I allowed the words to trail off, anger replacing the soft-sided emotions.
“You made a deal with the devil, Lola. Any deal you make with me will come with damnation.”
“Oh, no. You and I made a deal and I plan on sticking to it. If you don’t, I’ll keep my promise to destroy you.” What was going on with him? Guilt? Remorse? I could see both in his eyes.
His fingers never left my skin, creating the arc of electricity that was always between us. Never leaving. Even from across the room, the connection, the deep tethering was strong, almost strangling in the extreme power.
“I don’t want you to keep the deal we made. In fact, I’m going to make certain that there can be no contract. The old one has been destroyed.” Jagger’s voice was monotone, his words carefully selected. “You don’t need my brand of crazy.”
“What? How dare you.”
“No, it’s for the best,” he stated with conviction. “I’ll draw up a new contract, one with aspects that can’t be challenged by my family.”
“Please tell me what’s going on. Who is threatening you? Why the change?”
“I’m trying to think of what’s in your best interest. I do care about you more than you know.” He laughed bitterly. “You’ve changed me in so many ways.”
“Yet, you say that in a perfunctory manner.”
He leaned over, brushing hair from my face. “Not meant to be perfunctory, my sweet submissive. Just as honest as I can be at this point. What else would you like for me to say?”
“The truth, Jagger. Be honest with me about anything. You. Your life. The way you feel about me. Why you really wanted me here. I realize this is pretend and I’m no fool. But I want to get to know you and I’m not afraid of anything that you’re going to tell me.” I crawled up further onto his legs, stroking his back.
“You should be afraid. I haven’t sugarcoated any aspect of my family. My father would have no issue having you killed. My brother is the same, even more brutal in his tactics.”
“Okay, but you haven’t explained or expounded either. I know your life is complicated and that you’ve done some horrible things in your past. I also know you have a bag full of guns in the house, ready to hunt or kill whoever gets in your way, but I don’t care. I’ve accepted the man you are, but I’d like to be let in, at least a little bit. I’m falling hard for you, Jagger. I think... No, I know I love you and that may seem as crazy to you as it does to me, but my feelings are real.”
He inhaled, and the look of anger created lines in his face. “You’ve been snooping. In my house. Against my rules.” Jerking away, the action threw me back into the water. He scrambled to his feet, towering over the water as if his rage would turn him into a monster.
I was dumped just under the surface and I bolted up, shaken from his reaction. “What is wrong with you? What?”
“You don’t understand the level of danger that you’re in just by being with me. I was selfish for bringing you here and I refuse to allow you to become just another victim.”
“Victim?” There was no doubt in my mind he was shutting down. “You’ve had years to perfect how you deal with your family. I don’t buy it. That’s bullshit. You just can’t handle what we’ve shared. You feel guilty because of the man you’ve become so you push me away. And what you don’t realize is that I’m ready to accept you, no matter who you are or what you’ve done. I. Love. You.” Saying the words was terrifying, shocking, and the most freeing moment of my entire life.
And I knew he’d run away. The damn man was so stoic, so certain that no one could love him that he refused to let me in. Anger replaced every other emotion. “Run, Jagger. That’s what you do best.” I turned my head, ready to dive into the water when I heard a splash, felt hands grabbing me around the waist, pulling me under the water.
Jagger kept his hold as he yanked us both to the bottom. His eyes were open and even with the distortion I could see the unbridled expression of lust on his face, the almost desperate need. I eased my arms around his neck and straddled his waist as bubbles swirled between us.
He turned us around and around in circle after circle as he pressed his lips against mine. In the next few seconds, we floated to the top. I gasped for air as he lifted me out of the water, pressing his lips against my stomach. The heat from his body melded with the chill of the water, and the light breeze, sending a shower of rippling sensations dancing across my naked skin. Arching my back, I hung my arms as he growled, dragging his tongue up and down in zigzagging motions.
“What you do to me,” he murmured, blowing a swath of hot air.
I wanted him more than ever, this dark and driven man, the consequences no longer mattering. I struggled in his arms, trying desperately to lower his shorts, to free his throbbing cock. “Fuck me.”
His eyes were almost luminescent, shimmering in the light of the moon, his brow furrowed, as if he had the weight of the world on his shoulders. His expression reeked of savagery as he allowed me to continue fumbling, finally freeing him from the unwanted material. He slid one hand along my backbone until he reached my neck, his hold almost paralyzing.
He was so strong, so powerful and as he slowly eased his shaft inside my pussy, I closed my eyes, savoring the sweet moment. This wasn’t supposed to feel right. This wasn’t supposed to rip away at my emotions, tearing apart the armor, but as I wrapped my legs around his thighs, there was nothing left of the conservative woman.
“You belong to me. No man will ever have you again.” The words were frank, said with complete domination, as if he controlled my entire world.
And I would allow him.
This was more about making love, the gentleness, the way he nuzzled into my neck. Soft moans slipped past my lips as he pumped in and out, his fingertips caressing and kneading my ass. How could this passionate and vibrant man be dangerous? His cock filled me so completely, the angle slicing against my ‘G’ spot and within a few seconds, I was unable to hold back. “Oh!” The climax was intense, rippling my muscles, curling my toes.
He slid his arms under mine, gripping my shoulders, plunging in a brutal fashion, driving as deep inside as possible. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock.”
There was no holding back. Clenching my cunt muscles, the action only drove me further into euphoria, the orgasm a wild wave, one coming after the other. He refused to stop, driving harder and faster, his muscles straining. I cupped his face, my body shaking and at the moment of his sweet surrender, a stark and ugly vision washed into my mind.
His death.
Jagger gathered me into his arms and walked out of the pool, taking long strides as he headed for the house. He remained silent as he walked into his bedroom, not bothering to turn on any of the lights. I was expecting to be shackled to his bed, given another lesson in showing vocal restraint. When he eased me under the covers and crawled beside me, wrapping his body around mine, I was surprised, and even more so when I realized he’d fallen asleep.
As the moonlight streamed in through the open door and I was a
ble to see the stars, I was given a sense of hope. Even if I couldn’t keep from crying.
* * *
“I have a surprise for you, sweet Lola.” Jagger’s voice held a hint of excitement.
“More?” I’d already been surprised when he’d determined that we’d be out for a portion of the day. For some reason, I believed we’d remain at the house, hiding from some unknown assailant. Granted, we were in the French section of St. Martin, where the locals hung out, the tiny corner bar filled to capacity with French-speaking people. Tourists and those unfamiliar with the island could happen on the quaint but secluded ten city blocks, but the odds were slim. Still, his mood change was disconcerting.
“Yes. I’ve decided, had it arranged.” He tapped his index finger on the table, drawing my attention. In his vibrant cerulean blue shirt and tailored linen pants, both highlighting his rugged physique, there wasn’t a woman within close proximity who hadn’t taken a second, or even third look. The light jacket was meant to hide his weapon but certainly couldn’t censure his physique. He was comfortable in his sensuality, even playful today, a far cry from the turmoil I’d seen him experience.
“You have something up your sleeve.” I couldn’t help but smile, more relaxed than I’d been.
“You said it yourself, my sweet. I’m conniving, always conjuring up what suits my needs. However, I would enjoy bringing you that same smile more than once today. Remember, with anguish comes ecstasy.”
“Mmm...” The riddle was fascinating. He enjoyed keeping me on edge in every manner. He also relished in the fact we’d drawn attention. Taking a deep breath, I stole a glance at the closest table. Two young lovers were French kissing, oblivious to anyone else around them. The concept of passion seemed to be on everyone’s mind, igniting hungers usually kept behind closed doors. My nipples were hard, my thoughts turning carnal. This was an extreme fantasy, a sinful moment in my life that would no doubt never be repeated.
We’d managed to grab the last table and hunkered over, saying very little, sipping one of the best cabernets I’d ever had.
