Her Master and Commander

by Anya Summers

  He backed them out of the space and she blushed again, dammit. Although that wasn’t the reason she wanted to start fanning herself. The man was aroused beyond any doubt, if the enormous bulge in his trousers was anything to judge by. Her heart rate spiked and she gripped the seat as the cart sped off. It was an effort to keep her hands to herself.

  Was Jared turned on by the scene they had just witnessed, or by her?

  Naomi’s body seemed to have a life of its own. The thought of re-enacting the scene with Jared shot desire straight to her sex and she felt her pussy clench in tingling anticipation. Tendrils of heat spiraled through her body and her nipples hardened into rigid peaks, poking through the material of her dress.

  Maybe staying on the island wasn’t the best idea she’d ever had. Could she be brave enough to stay? And how should she handle the temptation Jared presented? It was the first time in the three years since she had left her ex that she had experienced sexual interest in a man.

  The tour took the better part of the morning. Jared showed her where each of the ten villas were located, they even toured one. All Naomi could say about them was wow, they were decadent slices of heaven with BDSM furniture tossed in, with private pools and Jacuzzis, and everything one could want on a private island getaway.

  Naomi was impressed—and not just by Jared, with the Scottish brogue that would enter his voice as he spoke. It seemed to deepen, his accent thickening whenever he spoke passionately about some of the installations they had made while building the resort. The fact that he had been so environmentally conscious in using solar power, Tesla house batteries, and even making the walkway they had built around the island solar powered, told her that he was a deep-in-the-gut good man. From what he had explained about the technology embedded in the path, it charged during the day and then used the power it had stored through the day to illuminate the path at night.

  The jury was still out for Naomi on the whole BDSM lifestyle. Was she curious? Who the hell wouldn’t be? It was like she had stepped off into an alternative reality, where sex on the kinky side was all out in the open and available at all hours, day or night. What did surprise her was her body’s response to the stimuli and, more importantly, to the man in the golf cart with her. Naomi hadn’t been this aroused in, well, ever. She had to remind herself throughout the tour that she had to keep her hands to herself, even though her fingers itched to unfasten his pants and discover if he was as well-endowed as the near constant erection made it appear.

  Her ex-husband, Jon, hadn’t exactly been a stallion between the sheets. When he got an erection, it usually never lasted more than a few minutes. If it weren’t for the vibrator collection she’d hid from him, Naomi never would have experienced an orgasm during those years.

  “And this is where you will be living while you are with us.” Jared pushed open a door, room number three-oh-six, on the third floor of the hotel, revealing a fully furnished room.

  Naomi trailed in behind him, desperately trying not to notice his well-formed ass and failing miserably.

  “All of this is your living space. There is a fridge that you can stock with goods from the general store on the first floor. You don’t need cash for it. Just give them your room number and it will be charged, then deducted from your pay. Same thing with room service and the restaurant. Employees receive a fifty percent discount at the restaurant and thirty percent off at the store. There’s also a minibar, again, those items will be deducted from your room should you use them—at a discounted rate, of course. All the specifics will be in the packet over on the desk that my secretary left for you.”

  Naomi took a brief turn around the rooms. It was a bit like a studio apartment in the way the rooms were open and flowed from the living room, tiny kitchen area to the bedroom. The bathroom was the only part of the room that was cordoned off with four walls, and she only peeked inside at the opulence. It had an island feel with golden pine hardwood floors and ivory walls. The furniture wasn’t your average hotel décor, it was a bit more upscale. The pine four-poster bed looked like a heavenly cloud with its fluffy beige bedding and brightly colored throw pillows. The kitchen was small, but to make soup and a salad or eggs it would be perfect.

  Awe mingled with hope, and bubbled in her chest. This was where she would live. She had never slept in a nicer space, let alone been able to call it hers. There would be no rats, no cockroaches scurrying underfoot, no drug addicts in the hallway pandering for cash to score their next hit, no weird smells and stained carpets, no abusive ex-husbands who would appear at her door unannounced.

  Naomi could overlook the obvious silver loops retrofitted discreetly onto every piece of furniture if it meant sleeping on clean sheets and not listening to the neighbors scream at each other.

  “If you are fine on your own, Naomi lass, I will see you at eight tonight in the club. Do not be late. I will have Michael bring up your things, and Yvette will be by with your uniforms in a bit. Is there anything I can get you before I go?”

  A little tongue-tied, she shook her head. “No, sir. Thank you.”

  Jared’s gaze assessed her, almost boring inside her to her soul. It made her wonder what he saw. Did he see the scars on her heart? Or the physical scars, the tangible reminders of the abuse left by her ex?

  And then he nodded, his lion-like mane beckoning her to touch the silky strands. “I will see you tonight then, little one.”

  The last phrase was said as if it were a lover’s endearment, and in his accent it damn near melted her on the spot. She was surprised she wasn’t drooling. Her brain couldn’t tabulate a response so she shook her head like a moron and watched his mighty fine posterior exit her room.

  Naomi was in hip-deep over her boss and she knew it.

  Chapter 3

  The day had barely begun and Naomi had already thought about Jared a half dozen times this morning. She dried off completely before she left her bathroom and padded into the bedroom to dress.

  She pinched herself again, just to be sure she wasn’t imagining this suite.

  Naomi outfitted herself for work with bullfrogs hopping around in her belly. Last night’s little introduction in the club had lasted an entire hour before she’d been dismissed. She understood the gist of the tasks and duties required of her, which was to wipe down all the equipment in the space and straighten the scene area so that it was prepped and ready for another couple to use. But for some reason, Jared had sent her away after only an hour. Anxiety settled in her chest thinking about it. The last thing she wanted was to be sent away permanently. She’d not wanted to ruffle any feathers and had done as he had bid. It had to count for something.

  During that one hour in the Pleasure Island Club, she’d felt a bit like Alice stepping into a naughty, fantasy-laden otherworld. In the space of an hour, she’d viewed a discipline scene with a flogger, a medical exam scene, and a threesome with Derek, one of the boat captains, and Juan, whom she’d semi-met at the pool earlier. They’d had the brunette maid Julia sandwiched between them. They had been hot, heavy, and in the throes of ecstasy on the center dais. It was without a doubt the most erotic thing Naomi had ever seen.

  The carnality of it, the pure indulgence, had turned her on so much, she’d had to use her vibrator twice last night. The thought of having not one but two handsome men screw her brains out was almost a little too much. Except maybe in this naughty island paradise, she would give it a try. Although in Naomi’s limited experience, most men were lacking in the bedroom. In fact, her ex-husband could be the poster boy for the worst lay ever. Except, last night, she didn’t witness disappointment on the women’s faces but giddy anticipation and sublime satisfaction. Watching Julia’s reaction as Juan and Derek pumped their cocks inside her had been a revelation.

  And as they had screwed for everyone to view, Naomi’s glance had returned time and again to Jared. Their gazes clashed and the desire in his eyes made her wonder what it would feel like to be the sole focus of his universe. In fact, every scene she’
d witnessed the previous evening, she’d imagined herself recreating with her boss.

  And that made Naomi the epitome of what not to do your first day on the job. God, she was such a moron.

  She ordered breakfast. It had been eons since she’d had room service. It was quite the novelty. She couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, she’d been treated to such a fine meal, one she didn’t have to cook and which was delivered to her door. To celebrate her new job, she’d gone all out and had ordered eggs benedict, Belgian waffles with strawberries and whipped cream, and a cappuccino.

  Before she left her room, she gave herself a once over in the mirror. The uniform—what little there was of it—had been made in keeping with the kinky fantasy theme of the island. The top was an ivory tank made to look like it was a corset. Thankfully it wasn’t constricting, otherwise she’d never be able to get any work done. And the bottoms, well, she may as well be going nude for all the red shorts covered. Thankfully the Daisy Dukes showed off her legs well. Although the fact that the island’s symbol was just above her crotch in white made Naomi roll her eyes.

  The pay was decent, the benefits of the island awesome, there was a ton of eye candy a girl could fantasize about, everyone she had met thus far had been super nice, and the island was exclusive—as in, you had to have a membership and confirmed reservations to even set foot on the boat to get there. It meant she was safe here. So if the downside was she had to wear this itty bitty uniform, she thought with a shrug, then so be it. At least it covered the scars on her lower back and belly from her ex-husband.

  Naomi collected her maid cart from the supply closet at the end of the hall and then rode the elevator up to the top floor. At the door to Jared’s penthouse, she took a deep breath, praying the man was already at work somewhere on the island before she opened the door and let herself in.

  Breathing an audible sigh of relief when she didn’t spy his larger than life presence, she started in his living room. He seemed to have a preference for dark woods and plush furniture. Leather sofas and chairs were complemented with dark wooden end tables. There was a large flat screen TV at least her size, if not larger, on the far wall. He had built-in wooden shelves laden with books and Scottish relics. But no family images, which was odd for someone of his stature.

  Picking up after him wasn’t much of a chore. He wasn’t messy like her ex-husband. She gathered a tee-shirt carelessly tossed over an arm of the couch. She picked up the top of the line running shoes he’d left by the front door and then went around the room, dusting. She had a system when she cleaned. Dusting, polishing, windows, anything that needed to be wiped down, she did first. Then she would move to floors, sweeping, vacuuming and mopping.

  In one of the closets she discovered a washer and dryer, depositing his shirt in the wash machine before going in search of the rest of his dirty clothes. Before starting on the kitchen, Naomi headed into the bedroom to gather his sheets and the rest of his clothing from the hamper. Efficiency was key when you were a maid. If she could wash his bedding and any soiled clothing while she cleaned and scrubbed the rest of the penthouse, she would be finished much faster and could then move on to his office by the lunch hour. Hopefully she would avoid running into Jared until that evening when she worked in the club.

  She stopped just inside the ivory bedroom door. The room was massive and elegantly decorated. He had one of those enormous California King sleigh beds in a deep mahogany that she practically needed a step stool just to reach. Rarely did she mind being only five-foot-tall, but there were some instances, like this, where her shorter stature caused problems. His dresser and nightstands matched the bed in color and design. At the foot of the sleigh bed was a leather bench in black. In the far corner, next to the sliding glass window with a panoramic view of the ocean, was a leather reading chair and matching ottoman with a glass table beside it.

  She noted the hamper inside the door of the walk-in closet. She’d grab that after she’d stripped his bedding. Naomi vaulted herself onto the mattress, scrambling up until she was on top, and began hauling off the sheets and blankets.

  Naomi was kneeling, bent over on the mattress, tugging the fitted sheet from the top corner, when Jared’s deep, rich voice startled her from behind.

  “Need some help there, little one?” he said, his accent making every nerve ending in her body stand at attention. Naomi swiveled her head, with every intention to reply, and her words caught in her throat.

  Holy shit!

  The Scot was the hottest man she’d even had the good grace to see without his clothes on. The man wasn’t wearing a single stitch, not even a towel, as he sauntered toward the bed and, more importantly, toward her. A ball of fiery need ricocheted in her system. Jared was ripcord muscle upon muscle without an ounce of fat on his body. His chest was dusted with whorls of dark auburn hair that formed into a single line tapering over his six-pack abdominals. As her gaze headed further south, Naomi had the distinct urge to nibble on his victory lines which pointed to a sincerely impressive manhood that had to be at least eight or nine inches.

  His cock was thick, even in its softened state, and long. His testes were heavy and hung low, and were neatly trimmed. She bit her lip, wondering what he tasted like. Naomi wasn’t a fan of giving head. Mainly because it was an exercise she’d had to do to maintain the peace with her ex on nearly a nightly basis. But Jared’s manhood tempted her, churning her insides into a heated mush. Her body responded in kind and her sex quaked in unrepentant need.

  He stopped next to her, putting her within reaching distance of his cock, which began to harden and lengthen under her rapt gaze. She licked her lips when she spied a pearlescent drop on his crown.

  What was she doing? She couldn’t lust after her boss. It was a zero-sum game. Naomi clamped a hand over her eyes. “Could you put some clothes on, please?”

  “No, little one, I won’t.”

  No? What?

  “Then I will leave and come back when you are properly attired.” Naomi moved to scoot to the far side of the bed and escape the temptation Jared presented. In her mind, it was a reasonable request, and made her wonder if Jared’s concern for the people, meaning the submissives, was more of an act. She hated wondering if his motives were pure or a bit sadistic. His fingers circled her wrist before she could escape, stalling her retreat.

  “Naomi, you will stay and finish your task.” There was an inherent command behind his words.

  “But you’re, you’re…” she sputtered, twisting, and turning her wrist as fear entered the ring to mingle with desire. She had to escape. Staying while he paraded around in his birthday suit was not an option, it was a mega-watt temptation she would be hard-pressed to resist.

  “Naked? Yes, that I am, little one. I’m trying help you. The human body is nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about, but celebrated. Last night I thought you were going to go up in flames you were blushing so much in the club. This is so that you get comfortable with nudity.”

  Comfortable with it? She would never be at ease with it, especially not with his. She attempted to withdraw her wrist from his iron grasp to no avail.

  “Just let me go, please, sir,” she pleaded, desperate to escape his nearness.

  “No, not until you look at me, little one.”

  The bastard would say something like that. As much as she wanted to fight him and gain her freedom, retreat to the other room until he at least had some pants on, she knew he wouldn’t budge.

  “Naomi?” he questioned, his voice hard and unyielding with a latent promise behind it. There would be consequences if she disobeyed his directive. Why did she have to make such a big deal out of it? It wasn’t like he was the first naked man she’d ever seen. She was a thirty-one-year-old divorcée so it wasn’t like he was giving her an anatomy lesson.

  Yes, but your ex-husband was not anywhere near as prime a specimen of manhood as Jared.

  She understood that she was only delaying the inevitable. She inhaled and exhaled an audible
breath as she stopped struggling. Naomi silently swore a blue streak as she opened her eyes. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she lifted her gaze toward his. Their gazes clashed and the air sizzled with potent possibility.

  Unencumbered, Jared drew her body nearer until she was perched on the edge of the bed facing his expansive chest.

  After the heated duel stoked by his closeness, she refused to glance anywhere but his chest. While that part of his body still made need swirl in her system, it left her with a measure of composure. Wasn’t it just her rotten damn luck that Jared didn’t seem to care for boundaries or personal space? He cupped her chin, his callouses scraping over her skin, creating delicious tendrils of pleasure spiraling into her core as his hand tilted her face up toward his. She averted her gaze.

  “Look at me, little one,” he commanded.

  Naomi steeled herself, and then shifted her gaze until she was looking directly in his hypnotic green eyes. She was pissed off about his overbearing attitude. All she wanted was to do her job and have a simple, easy life. She didn’t want the tugging need churning in her veins or the fire his gaze seemed to stoke in her core.

  “This is not a punishment. If it was, you would know it. I’m actually trying to help you, little one. There is a ton of nudity on this island. There’s no shame in the human body, nor in feeling desire for another. Do you understand?”

  “Yes,” she uttered through clenched teeth. It was either that or take a bite out of him. What would he do if he discovered that she was physically attracted to him?

  “Yes, what? You are free to speak your mind, little one.”

  “Would you please stop with the ‘little one’ comments already? Jeesh. Look, I understand you believe you are helping me out with your imitation of a streaker. I will get used to the sheer volume of flesh on display here, in time, but I don’t like being pressured this way. I don’t like being coerced to do anything.”