Master Key Resort: A Novella

by Samantha A. Cole

  Tiffany appeared in the doorway, completely naked, with wide eyes as she stared at his erection. God, she was so beautiful she took his breath away. He reached out and skimmed his knuckles down her cheek. “You’re nervous, pet.”

  It was a statement not a question. The evidence was in her twisting hands, quick breaths, dilated pupils, and pounding pulse at her carotid. Cordell had interviewed or interrogated enough subjects over the years to easily spot the anxiety cues. But Tiffany wasn’t scared. She was anticipating what was to come. Her nipples were distended, despite the warmth of the bathroom from the shower, and he was certain if he ran his fingers through the folds of her bare labia, he’d find her soaked.

  “What’s your safeword?” His knuckles dropped to her breast and brushed over a taut peak. Tiffany hissed and closed her eyes. Her body swayed toward his touch, not away from it.

  She moaned when his hand found her other nipple and tweaked it. “Eyes on me, and I expect an answer, pet.”

  Her gaze found his. A dreamy expression was on her face, as if she were already on her way into subspace. Fuck, how had he resisted her for all these months?

  “It—it’s red, Sir, but I don’t think I’ll need it. I trust you.”

  “I thank you for your trust, but I expect you to use your safeword if I do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “That’s my girl. Step inside.”

  He shut the bathroom door, to keep the cooler air out, and then followed her into the shower. Within seconds they were both drenched. Retrieving one of the washcloths, he poured some body wash onto it, then squeezed it until lather formed. He placed it in her hand. “Clean me, pet, from head to toe. Take all the time you want—within reason, of course.”

  He gave her a wink, and a smile spread across her face as her shoulders relaxed a bit. “Of course, Sir.”

  Cordell watched Tiffany’s face as her gaze followed her hands and the washcloth as they worked over his neck, shoulders, chest, and arms. It was as if the act of washing his body was mesmerizing to her. She made circles as she ran the cloth over his skin, taking extra swipes over any large or small scar she came across. He’d gathered quite a few of them over the years—a few from his youth and others from his time on the force. In addition to the ugly scarring on his hip from the bullet and hip surgery, there was a white slash that went halfway around his left bicep. It was a reminder from when a psycho with a knife had suddenly attacked him while Cordell had been standing in line at a deli for lunch three months after graduating from the police academy. His field training officer had been able to shoot and kill the guy before he could inflict any more damage. It’d taken thirty-two stitches to close the wound and was a lesson learned—never let down your guard, no matter where you are and what you’re doing.

  When his front, upper torso was clean, Tiffany asked him to turn around. Cordell smirked as he pivoted to face the other wall. The little imp was saving the best for last. His cock throbbed, as his skin tingled wherever she touched him. His blood burned in his veins, and his fingers itched for him to say to hell with the cleanup because they were just going to get dirty again. He should be exhausted after driving all day, but he’d be damned if he’d pass on this opportunity to get inside the woman he’d been craving for months.

  After she was done with his back, Cordell gritted his teeth as the washcloth ran down his spine to his ass and then between his legs. His thighs, calves, and feet came next. Christ, he hadn’t meant for her to take him so literally.

  When she tapped his leg, he glanced down to see she was on her knees. “Turn around again, Sir.”

  “With pleasure.”

  His new position put her face right in front of his erection, and it twitched when her breath caressed the base of it.

  The washcloth slowly climbed his legs until it reached his groin, where she cleaned the ugly scars on his hip. Tiffany bit her lip as she carefully washed his cock and balls. When she’d lathered him up good, she glanced up his torso. “Rinse, please, Sir.”

  He stepped back under the shower head and let the water sluice down his body, taking the soap suds with it. Cupping some water in his hands, he splashed his face a few times, wiping away the last of the day’s dirt and sweat.

  “May I, Sir?” She was staring at his erection as she licked her lips. Who was he to deny his sweet submissive?

  Closing the distance between them, he grasped his cock, tilted it downward, and rubbed the head against her lips. “Open, pet, and take me, but do not make me come.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  When her lips closed around the shaft, Cordell’s knees nearly buckled. Her mouth was hotter than the water beating his back. After months of not allowing himself to take advantage of the recovering submissive, his only sexual release had been at his own hand. Now, he was moments away from coming in her mouth if he didn’t wrangle in his control.

  As she took him to the back of her throat, over and over, licking and sucking, he grasped her wet hair in his hands. “Slow down, pet.”

  He guided her to a tempo that wasn’t as much a threat to his self-restraint and moved his hips in short thrusts. Her tongue stroked the underside of his cock as he fucked her mouth. The entire time, her eyes were focused on his face. Cordell gave her a sweet smile. “My beautiful sub.”

  Reluctantly pulling back until she released him, Cordell held out his hand. “Come here—let me get you cleaned up.”

  Once she was on her feet again, he grasped her shoulders, switched places with her, so she was now under the water spray, and made certain she had her balance before releasing her. Grabbing the shampoo, he poured some in his hand, then set the bottle back on the shelf.

  Slowly and luxuriously, he massaged it into her hair, loving how her eyelids fluttered shut as she moaned. “That feels so good, Sir. I’ve never had a man shampoo my hair before.”

  “Then I’m honored to be the first.”

  Instead of turning her, he reached around her and lathered the back of her hair. “Step back, pet.”

  Once he had the shampoo all rinsed out, he repeated the process with the conditioner. Grabbing the second washcloth, he applied body wash and then started with Tiffany’s neck before moving his way down her chest. He teased her nipples with the terrycloth, eliciting a moan from her as she thrust her breast out. God, she was going to be the death of him tonight.

  He made quick work of cleaning the rest of her body before tossing the cloth to the floor of the shower. Grasping her hair, he pulled until her head was back as far as it would go. He crashed his mouth against hers and plunged his tongue into her mouth when she parted her lips. His hand palmed her breast before dropping to the apex of her legs. She was slick and ready for him.

  Cordell eased one then two fingers inside her and found her walls already quivering. She was so responsive it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. His thumb brushed over her clit, and Tiffany screamed into his mouth as she clamped down on his fingers. He drew out her climax as long as he could until her body sagged against his. He tore his mouth from hers. “Tiffany, this is going to be hard and fast. I’ve waited a long time to get inside your sweet body, and I doubt I’ll last long this first time. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

  Tiffany rubbed her abdomen against his cock and her breasts against his torso. “It’s okay, Sir. I need you. Please, fuck me, please?”

  She didn’t have to ask him twice. He spun her around. “Hands on the bench.”

  “Yes, Sir—oh!” she burst out when he smacked her ass.

  “Spread your legs wider, subbie.” When she complied, he tugged on her hips, so she had to bend over even further. “You’re up to date on your birth control, correct?” He sure as hell hoped so because he didn’t want to stop to retrieve a condom from his wallet.

  “Y-yes, Sir.” She was panting. “I-I had my latest shot last—last week.”

  Cordell stroked the tip of his cock against her slit, then slid in and out of her
, a little more each time until he was sure he wouldn’t hurt her. Tiffany’s vagina squeezed him hard. “God, pet, yes!”

  Clutching her hips, he thrust his pelvis until he was balls deep. His body was threatening to come from the pure pleasure of being inside her, but he wanted to take her with him. Reaching around, his fingers found her clit, and he pinched it as he pounded into her.

  “Oh, God!” she screamed. “Cordell! I’m coming!”

  His shock at her using his name wasn’t enough to stop his own orgasm that raced through him. “Fuck! Tiff—Tiffany! Oh, shit!”

  His cum filled her as he held her flush against him. His legs shook, and he slapped his hand on the tile wall in front of him for balance to keep them both from crashing to the floor. Gasping for air, he laid his forehead on Tiffany’s back. After a few moments, he withdrew from her heat. Despite the intense climax, he was still semi-hard and ready to take her again. But he had to move her onto the bed for the next round because he didn’t think he could remain on his feet if they did that again. He’d suspected sex with his sub would be off the charts, and, boy, he hadn’t been wrong.

  “Well, what do you think?” Mitch asked Cordell after the two had finished taking a tour via a golf cart around the small island that was soon to be called Master Key, with Tori, Ty, and Tiffany tagging along in a cart behind them. The threesome had arrived yesterday and had stayed in their cottage, but Cordell and Tiffany had ended up losing some time with a few traffic jams. It would’ve been two in the morning when they reached their destination if they’d continued the last leg of the trip, so Cordell had made the decision to grab a room at a Marriott in Port St. Lucie. After an early breakfast, they’d gotten on the road again for the last five hours of the trip.

  Cordell climbed out of the passenger seat and glanced around again. “I like it. A lot of work needs to be done, but you already knew that.” He hadn’t spotted anything that needed attention that hadn’t already been laid out in the plans for new resort or that Mitch and Ty hadn’t mentioned during their walkabout. The original hotel had been demolished last week and the crew was in the process of hauling away the last of the rubble. Tomorrow, the footprints of the new building would be measured out, and then the following day, the construction company would start to lay the foundation. “I think you picked the perfect spot. The views are gorgeous.”

  A small bridge linked Master Key to the closest island to the south with access to U.S. Route 1, which ran from the mainland to Key West along the Seven Mile Bridge and linked many of the larger keys together. Multiple golf carts were available for the guests to use if they didn’t feel like hiking around the two-square mile Master Key. The north side of the island looked out over nothing but water and would be the site of the resort’s clothing optional beach. The only chance of the guests being spied on or having their pictures taken would be by boat or drone. The new head of security was apparently working with Brody Evans and Marco DeAngelis from Trident Security, to ensure the chances of that happening were slim to none. On the west side of the island there was a clothing-required beach available for any guests who preferred that option.

  “Wait’ll you see the sunsets,” Ty said as he joined Mitch and Cordell, leaving the women alone to chat. “I could watch one every night of my life and never get tired of them.”

  A golf cart pulled up next to the other ones, and a blond man climbed out, carrying a clipboard. A gorgeous German Shepherd jumped down from the passenger seat and was at his owner’s heels in a heartbeat. If the burly guy wasn’t former military, Cordell would eat the baseball cap he was wearing. Tall and broad, with a crew cut and a lean muscular physique were his first clues, but it was the man’s sharp, blue eyes, taking in his surroundings within a split second, that had Cordell narrowing his assessment. The guy hadn’t just been in the military, he’d been in Special Forces.

  The newcomers joined the group, and Mitch took care of the introductions. “Cordell, this is Dante Calvano, your new head of security. Dante, this is Master Cordell Roberts and that’s his submissive, Tiffany Armstrong, talking with Tori.”

  “G-day,” Dante said, sticking out his hand for Cordell to shake. His accent wasn’t hard to miss, and Cordell pegged him to be in his late thirties or early forties. By tonight, he would know everything about the man after reading the folder Mitch had given him today containing a full background check and other necessary information. “Nice to meet you.”

  “Same here. What part of Australia are you from?”

  “Sydney, although I’ve been living in the States for the past few years. My mum grew up in Arizona, so I have dual citizenship.” He turned to acknowledge the women who had rejoined the small group. “Tori, nice to see you again.”

  She gave him a friendly wave. “Good to see you too. This is my cousin Tiffany.” She gestured toward him and completed the introduction. “This is Dante, the resort’s head of security.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Tiffany,” he said with a smile, before indicating the dog, who was sitting by his side, clearly well trained. “And this is Cooper—he’s also part of the security team.”

  Tiffany gave him a shy smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Master Dante, and you too, Cooper.”

  “It’s just Dante, luv—I’m not a Dominant, and I have my own Master.”

  While Cordell knew having an alpha personality didn’t mean a person couldn’t be a sexual submissive, it still surprised him when he came across one and did as Tiffany had just done. He’d assumed this tough-looking, alpha bad-ass in front of him was a Dom. He’d obviously been wrong and would have to remember that when the man’s Master was present. “Will your Dom be joining the club, Dante?”

  The man nodded. “Yes, Sir.” The honorific that easily fell from his lips, despite being outside a BDSM scene or situation, was probably from a combination of his military and lifestyle training. “Master Reed has already submitted his application, since my employment came with access to the club.”

  “Please, call me Cordell unless we’re in a D/s setting.” When the other man nodded his assent, Cordell asked, “Is Master Reed in the security business as well?”

  “Nah. Master’s battles are fought in the boardroom of his corporation.” The phone on his hip rang, and he took a step back from the group while pulling the device from its holster. “If you’ll pardon me, I need to answer this.”

  “Go right ahead,” Cordell responded, liking the guy already. Knowing the Sawyers, he was sure Dante was good at his job. With Ian and Devon being retired SEALs in the security business themselves, they would’ve vetted Dante so well, they probably knew his shoe size and what time of day he usually took a shit. With Cordell’s law enforcement background added to the mix, security would undoubtably be tight at the resort.

  “How many did you say were going to be on Dante’s team?” he asked Mitch and Ty.

  “Twelve full-timers, including him,” Mitch responded. “And four part-timers. Although, he’s the only one who’s on the payroll already. Devon and Ian are still interviewing candidates—that was the one input they’d insisted they had. Each will have a heavy military or law enforcement background. Dante is retired from the Australian Army.”

  “Special Forces, right?”

  The other two men smirked, but it was Ty that answered this time. “Would you expect anything less from Ian and Dev?”

  “Nope—not at all.”

  Mitch glanced at his watch. “Well, we have about two hours before our meeting with Milo to go over the work that’ll be done during the next phase. Whataya say we all go grab some lunch? There’s a great burger place about ten minutes west on Route 1.”

  “Sounds good to me. Pet?”

  “Burgers sound great to me too, Sir. I didn’t realize how hungry I was getting.” Tiffany’s arm was looped around her cousin’s, and both women were grinning. Cordell couldn’t honestly recall his submissive ever looking so happy. Yep, bringing her to Florida with him had been the right move—for both of them.<
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  Tori tugged on Tiffany’s arm and began leading her back to the parking lot. “They’ve got great frozen margaritas too. Let’s go.”

  The three men stared after the giggling women a moment before Mitch glanced at Cordell. “You know, I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard Tiffany giggle.”

  “Me too,” Ty chimed in.

  Mitch slapped Cordell on the shoulder and started after the women. “You’re good for her, man. Damn good for her.”

  In his mind, Cordell agreed with his new boss and silently added, And she’s good for me too.

  Dante pulled up to the keypad outside the gated mansion in Marathon and entered his passcode. It’d been two years since he’d moved in with Reed Montgomery, founder and CEO of Montgomery International. MI was a professional services company that provided services in operations, consulting, strategy, and digital technology for other businesses. They helped struggling companies, on the verge of collapse and bankruptcy, reorganize, restructure, and recover—the three Rs as Reed liked to call them. Some of the companies he’d buy outright before flipping them or keeping them under the MI umbrella. After discovering he had a talent for determining a business’s shortcomings and how to fix them, he’d started MI in his late twenties and had grown it into a multimillion-dollar corporation, with offices around the globe. With the advances in technology, the forty-year-old CEO was able to work from his home office two days a week. The other three days, he took a helicopter from Marathon’s small airport to Miami. Depending on his schedule, he’d either stay at their apartment in the same skyscraper as MI or fly back home. Tonight, was supposed to have been the latter, but when Reed had called Dante earlier, it was to tell him plans had changed and Reed needed to stay in Miami. He’d assured his sub he would be home tomorrow in time for dinner.