by Anya Summers
“What about the rest of the Doms on the island?” Carter asked. He didn’t share. Some Doms enjoyed topping a sub together. He wasn’t one of them.
“No, there’s no one.”
“Why is that? You’re a beautiful woman,” he said frankly, rather curious about the beauty on his lap.
She shrugged. “Because I work here and that policy deal, I tend to extend to other Doms in the workplace.”
“But the guests to the island…”
“None of whom I’ve wanted. I’m not sure why it matters to you. I’m yours this week,” she murmured and dropped her gaze.
“It matters because for me to have your full attention, I need to know that there isn’t someone else. I don’t poach on another Dom’s territory. So have you been with a Dom since you started working here?” he asked.
“No. You will be the first. On the island, I mean. There was a club I attended in Tampa, but it wasn’t as well policed as this place and you really had to be careful,” she said, regret lacing her voice.
“And were you careful?” he asked as his hand left her breast and stroked over her abdomen down to her thighs.
“I tried to be,” she admitted, going stiff in his arms. Hmmm. That was something he would shelve for later, once she trusted him more.
“I see. Well, I can promise you I won’t hurt you beyond a good flogging or caning. But you need to be honest with me, darlin’, since we don’t know each other well yet. If something I do hurts or is uncomfortable, you need to tell me. With that in mind, what’s your safeword?”
“Red, Sir,” she murmured and then gasped. Her eyes went wide with arousal as his fingers stroked through her nether lips.
Shit. She was wet. For him. Her lips parted, and she mewled in the back of her throat as he circled her clit. Sliding his hand on her chin around to her nape, he slid his hands into her hair, holding her steady, and lowered his mouth over hers.
She tasted like his every wet fantasy brought to startling life. He claimed her lips, nipping and sucking on her top lip before plunging his tongue inside her mouth. Heaven. That’s what he found as he slanted his mouth over hers. Her fine-boned hands slid into his hair, knocking his hat off, and gripped him tight. Jenna kissed him back with a voracious need that called forth all his desires.
His cock strained in his jeans. His fingers toyed with her nub, circling and flicking the tiny bud as it swelled for him. Unable to help himself, he stroked through her labia to her pussy entrance. Then he penetrated her and began finger fucking her. She moaned into his mouth but opened her legs wider for his touch. Her pussy gripped his fingers, like scorching hot silk surrounding his digits.
This was what he wanted: Jenna writhing and moaning for his touch. She was seductive in her desire, canting her hips, craving the rigorous plunging of his fingers. Carter didn’t tease her or draw her need out. He needed to feel her come at his touch. Especially after watching her discipline. It gave him a heady thrill that no one else on the island had experienced her passion. She rocked her hips, thrusting against his fingers. His dick strained to be released and replace his digits. She mewled into his mouth. As he drank her cries, his tongue mimicked the ardent finger fucking.
Her pussy gripped him, squeezing his fingers. Then her channel spasmed as she came. She quaked in his arms from the force of her climax. He drank her moans, not stopping the motion of his fingers until she melted against him. Only then did he finally break away. She was gorgeous. Her mouth slightly open. Her eyes shut. Her breathing came in short pants. The pulse in her neck fluttered.
She lifted her gaze and pleasure flowed through him. She wanted him. Wanted more. All good places for them to start.
Carter lifted the fingers coated with her essence and sucked them into his mouth. She tasted like a fine Bordeaux, one he had every intention of sampling for hours on end. “Mmm, your pussy tastes mighty fine. All right, darlin’, that was a real nice introduction. But I’m going to put you up on the cross and test your boundaries a bit.”
“But what about you, Sir? You didn’t get to come,” she murmured, her blue gaze forthright, and while she’d just climaxed, there was hunger in her depths. His gut clenched, desire lancing through him. The thought of just having her ride him right then and there flashed through his mind. Yet he wanted more from her than a simple perfunctory release. Although… perhaps he should just get the first time with her out of the way so he could focus and regain his control.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that. Why, is there something you want?” he asked, curious about what she would do.
She hesitated, and her gaze dropped to his mouth and then to his torso before she nodded. His breath lodged in his chest as he waited for her to make the next move. Would she be so bold?
“Yes. I want you… this,” she placed a delicate hand against his erection straining against his jeans, “I want to taste you.”
Jenna lifted her gaze and blasted him with lust. Who the hell was he to argue with that? Her hand against his dick felt like a brand. At the moment, there was nothing he wanted more than to watch her pink lips close over his cock and suck him dry.
“And so you shall. I’m all yours,” he murmured. His blood pumped in his ears, waiting to see what she would do. His body was electrified with need.
With his permission, she nodded and shifted until she knelt before him on the floor between his legs. She made a picture, naked on her knees before him, wearing his cuffs, with passion clouding her visage. Then her hands were at the waistband of his jeans. She unlatched his belt. Her delicate fingers brushed the muscles of his abdomen and he couldn’t stop the shiver that erupted.
Fuck, she was making him act like a teenager with his first woman. His stalwart, legendary control deserted him at her touch.
Then she unclasped the button of his jeans and drew the zipper down. Her hand slid beneath the elastic band of his gray boxer briefs and freed his turgid cock.
He groaned at the feel of her small hands wrapped around his shaft. Pleasure pooled in his loins. Jenna stared at his cock, licked her pink lips, and then leaned forward. Her pink tongue darted out and laved the head, catching the drop of pre-cum glimmering on the crest. At the first caress of her tongue against his flesh, his gut quivered and Carter dug his hands into the sofa. She swirled her tongue around the head with teasing licks. He felt every brush lance through him. With one hand gripped around his shaft base, she lowered her mouth over his crown and enveloped his cock in her wet heat.
Fuck, she had a sweet mouth. She watched him, her baby blues trained on him as she worked her mouth up and down his length. She didn’t hold back, and her gaze grew heavy-lidded as she sucked his dick, squeezing the hilt with one hand while the other massaged his sac. She enveloped his full length, until he could feel the back of her throat, and then sucked him until he thought his eyes were going to roll back inside his head permanently.
He gave her as much freedom as possible, granting Jenna free rein while she gave him head until he could no longer restrain his control. Carter gripped the sides of her head and pumped his dick inside her hot fucking mouth. She moaned around him, her hands sliding to his ass as she opened her mouth further, and hollowing her cheeks as she took him inside. Her fingers dug into his ass.
His balls drew taut and his cock swelled. Carter couldn’t hold back as pleasure electrified along his spine. Unleashing his inner beast, he fucked her mouth, pummeling it with his shaft. And her slight mewls of enjoyment drove him out of his mind. His hands tightened on her head. His hips pounded. It began at the base of his spine and his balls. His dick jerked and he exploded.
“Aw fuck, that it’s, darlin. Fuck yeah!” he bellowed. Hot streams of cum filled her mouth as he climaxed. Tidal waves of ecstasy scored his system and he trembled. Jenna worked her throat, swallowing his semen. She continued to lap at his dick like it was a tasty treat.
She controlled her movements, accepting every drop of cum until he was empty. Then she lifted her mouth. As she rele
ased his semi-hard shaft slowly, her eyes never left his. Fuck, he’d known she was full of fire, but she’d blown more than his cock—his mind as well.
He hauled her back onto his lap and kissed her. He could taste himself on her tongue and it drove him wild. Carter kissed her until she was pliant and whimpering in his arms. He kissed her until he felt his cock re-engage for another round. And then he stood, never breaking contact with her lips, and carried her over to the cross.
Getting dunked into the ocean, as far as he was concerned, was the best fucking thing ever to have happened to him.
* * *
Jenna moaned into Carter’s mouth. Her fingers threaded into his hair as he carried her as if she weighed nothing. She was so aroused after giving him head. She wanted him. Who was she kidding? She’d wanted him the moment she’d run into him on the docks. That had been part of her problem. And partially why she’d reacted the way she had when he had acted like he was the master of the universe.
But my god, the man was huge—everywhere. A good, solid eight inches in length, and so wide her middle finger and thumb didn’t meet circling him. Her sasquatch nickname was more than appropriate.
Then he set her on her feet next to the St. Andrew’s Cross. She whimpered at the loss of his arms around her and his warmth. Carter, his hand firm but gentle, fastened her body onto the cross. First he attached her wrist cuffs—his cuffs—spreading her arms in a wide V above her head. Then he was fastening her ankles into leather cuffs, the position spreading her legs wide so that she resembled a starfish. Carter attached a leather strap across her waist.
Once she was completely locked down, he kissed her; a hot, drugging tangle of tongues and lips that left her whimpering for more. Carter lifted his head and winked. Then he hastened to the nearby armoire. His back was to her, and her gaze caressed the muscled, sinewy lines. Carter removed his boots, then shucked his jeans and boxer briefs in a single, economical move. The sight of him from behind, from his back to his well-formed butt, to his powerfully muscled thighs and calves, made her mouth water. She marveled as his muscles moved and rippled while he opened drawers and withdrew items for the upcoming session, setting those things on a nearby table. It barely registered what he withdrew from the armoire. Her eyes were on Carter.
Then he swiveled back towards her in his full naked glory.
She moaned deep in her chest.
The man quite simply took her breath away. He was six and a half feet of power-packed muscles. His shoulders were so broad they barely fit through a doorframe, and ropey muscle lined them. His arms were thick and with every move his muscles bunched and flowed, displaying the power within them. His chest was covered with dark fur. Not a thick pelt reminiscent of a sasquatch, but enough to cover his perfectly formed pectorals and make her purr.
His chest hair tapered down into a single dark happy trail that descended down over his corded, defined abs. The happy trail ended at his most impressive manhood. He’d tasted smoky and salty on her tongue. The skin of his cock was satiny smooth, and he was so large he’d stretched her mouth to painful proportions. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him again, feel his girth in her mouth.
His thighs were thickly muscled and powerful as he approached her. His erection saluted her as he neared.
Carter gave her a seductive grin. Then he leaned forward and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He curled his tongue around the bud, teasing her. Then he affixed a small cylindrical tube over her nipple, twisted the lever on top, and it suctioned her nipple to a near aching extent. At her whimper, he shot her a wicked, knowing grin and shifted to her other breast before doing the same with its twin.
The way the nipple suckers added just the right amount of pressure on the buds sent torrents of need coursing through her body. Then Carter gave each of them one more twist. The increase in pressure spliced the pleasure with pain. Her mouth fell open on a moan.
And then the big behemoth shocked her by kneeling before her. Raised up like she was on the cross with her legs wide open, it put his face near her crotch.
“Now, no coming, darlin’, until I allow it.” Carter’s smile was wolfish. He kept his gaze trained on hers as he swiped through her folds with his tongue.
He explored her pussy with his tongue, testing her and locating her hotspots, sliding his tongue beneath her hood. Teasing her clit with languorous flicks that were driving her out of her ever-loving mind. He nibbled on her puffy, swollen labia folds and teased her pussy with penetration only to parry and withdraw until she was a writhing, seething mass of need.
It wasn’t until he had mapped out her pussy that the man went for the freaking gold. She strained, craving more friction as he fucked her with his tongue. Jenna whimpered and mewled. And through it all, he kept his gaze on her as he feasted on her pussy. She was aching, needing release in the worst way.
“Please, Sir, please let me come,” she pleaded, and hated that she was begging. But holy mother mercy, the man had a wicked tongue and should be crowned the king of oral. She’d never in her life been eaten out so thoroughly.
“Not just yet. You’re doing beautifully, Jenna. Give me more, surrender, and I will let you come, I swear. Put yourself into my hands,” Carter murmured and then resumed eating her pussy with such relish, she struggled to maintain her control.
She didn’t want to give him everything. But with every stroke of his tongue as it lapped against her folds and swiped over her clit, she hung over the edge. A simple push would launch her over it.
And then Carter, damn him, penetrated her with two digits, thrusting his fingers inside her quivering sheath while he sucked on her swollen clit. He pumped his fingers, adding a third digit. As he withdrew them, he curled them forward so he was rubbing her G-spot. The wave of pleasure grew to maddening heights and enveloped her until she willingly flung herself over the cliff.
Her body turned fluid under his hands and mouth. Her nipples throbbed in agonized pleasure.
“Come,” Carter growled against her clit and bit down, just as his fingers thrust inside.
Jenna burst and flooded his hand as she came. Hard. Fast. It stole the air from her lungs. Her mouth hung open as her pussy quaked and her body shuddered. Her nipples throbbed in the suckers. Her head hung low, her gaze half-lidded as Carter withdrew his fingers from her pussy. He sucked them into his mouth and lapped up all her dew for a second time that night.
It was the sexiest thing she’d witnessed in forever: this big huge man enjoying her flavor like she was a delicacy. Carter rose to his full height. He removed the nipple suckers and it set off a series of flutters in her pussy. He walked to the table and returned, rolling a condom down his thick length.
Then he stood before her, his cock in his hand, and rubbed the tip through her drenched folds. She moaned in the back of her throat.
Carter lined his cock up at her opening and ordered, “Look at me.”
She hadn’t realized she’d shut her eyes. She lifted her heavy lids. His face was awash with hunger. And then he rolled his hips and thrust. Her mouth fell open as he furrowed deep inside her.
He was so big, stretching her tissues to almost painful lengths. He gritted his teeth as he thrust, working his girth inside until his balls smooshed against her rear. He kept his gaze trained on her as he pounded. His cock slid over every single one of her nerve endings—and some she didn’t realize she had.
He hammered his shaft, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filling the villa. Her moans grew louder as he thrust, and he was all she could see. She wanted it to last but she could feel the blurry edges of her climax near.
“Carter, Sir, please. Oh god,” she moaned.
“Go on over, darlin’, come for me,” he ordered, groaning as he jackhammered his cock inside her, unleashing his control, his fingers digging into her hips so hard they would likely leave bruises. His moans mingled with hers as he fucked her.
Her climax detonated in her system. Her pussy spasmed around his plunging cock an
d she screamed, “Carter.”
Waves of ecstasy bombarded her as she came. Dimly she heard Carter roar as he strained. His shaft surged inside her clenching sheath and she came again, fluttering around his member as his cum filled his condom.
Jenna sagged as she felt her body begin to shut down from all the orgasms and the strain of her discipline that night. Dimly she felt Carter withdraw his shaft from her body. There was movement around her but she struggled to keep her eyes open. Her ankles were released from their restraints and she felt herself droop when her wrists were released.
She struggled to stay upright but Carter was there, lifting her in his strong arms. The man was solid and warm. She burrowed against him, needing his strength.
“I’ve got you, Jenna. Just sleep now,” he murmured against her forehead. In this, she chose to trust him, and did as he suggested.
Chapter 4
Jenna awoke with pleasure saturating her system.
“Carter,” she said raggedly at the enticing feel of his cock pressed against her rear. The room was shrouded in pre-dawn gray light.
The man was sinful seduction personified. Her world and present existence boiled down to Carter. In his bed, while she lay on her side, Carter spooned her backside and surrounded her body with his larger than life presence. She was cocooned within his embrace, one arm snaked underneath her right side and around to her front where he cupped her left breast. His thumb abraded the nipple, sending torrents of pleasure from her tit directly to her core.
But it was his left arm and, more importantly, his left hand that was the culprit behind waking her up. His fingers stroked through her swollen pussy, caressing her labia, teasing her clitoris. His mouth brushed hungrily against her nape, flicking his tongue against her skin and nipping the sensitive flesh.
Jenna’s body was slowly going up in flames from his addictive caresses.
“Sir,” she whispered on a jagged moan as he swirled his fingers around her clit. Yearning for more, needing more, she opened her legs, granting him further access. He nipped at her earlobe.