by Anya Summers
The public punishment had gone well, and while Jenna had been contrite, it hadn’t stopped Jared from sentencing her, in a manner of speaking, to serve the other Dom for the week. He glanced up as Naomi finished cleaning the alcove with the St. Andrew’s Cross.
Naomi was another problem. The moment Jared spied her, he became instantly hard, his cock swelling, needing to sate itself on her flesh. Who would have guessed that his little maid would taste like vanilla and cinnamon, or bring forth his every Dominant desire in a blitzkrieg of need?
He could have pressed his advantage earlier. Seeing her in the itty-bitty French maid’s costume, with her shapely legs bare, made him want to nibble on every ounce of her naked flesh until she was writhing and screaming his name to take her.
“Naomi.” He signaled her over. She nodded and approached. She didn’t kneel before him, awaiting his orders like a trained submissive, but he had the feeling she would if she were properly trained.
She had the heart of a submissive. The way she kept her eyes downcast as she said on a breathy whisper, “Yes, sir?”
“Look at me.” It took her a moment to comply with his request, but when her gaze finally met his, he was gobsmacked. She was aroused by the scenes. Her pupils were dilated and her breathing was shallow. He noted the way her nipples pushed out against her top, making his mouth water. Would they be a darker, dusky brown to complement her caramel skin? Would they carry the hint of flavor her mouth did? He wanted to explore her body, lose himself in her flesh, and then start all over again.
Was she brave enough to enter his world, this little mouse?
“I want you to answer me honestly. It’s one of the first tenets between a Dominant and his submissive,” he said.
“But I’m not—”
“I think you are, Naomi. I see the desire in you. I tasted it today. And the way you comport yourself all but screams submissive. I want to know how the discipline scene with Jenna made you feel.”
A blush spread over her cheeks, down her neck and across her chest as she seemed to debate whether to answer him or not. And then she said, “At first, I was angry. It looked like you were abusing her and I didn’t like it at all.”
From the rigid set to her shoulders, he wondered whether her knee-jerk reaction was caused by abuse. Her demeanor, the way she had jumped in his office yesterday, were tell-tale signs. It may or may not be recent, but someone had abused this lovely little thing. He’d bet money on the burn scars over her midriff and wanted to strangle whoever had hurt her.
“When you realized it wasn’t abuse, which we will talk more about later, how did it make you feel?” he probed further.
“Like my skin was three sizes too small.”
He hid his satisfaction over her response and pressed for more. “And what about some of the other scenes in here this evening, those that are more geared toward pleasure than punishment?”
She fidgeted and glanced around, her cheeks flushing rosy again as she tried to avoid answering him.
He wouldn’t brook avoidance from anyone. “Naomi?”
“They made me wonder what it would feel like,” she answered, clearly unaccustomed to speaking about her body’s needs and wants.
“You were aroused by them?” He wanted the clarification from her.
She nodded swiftly and then glanced away.
As much as he wanted to crow his victory, she was skittish as a newborn foal and if he misjudged her, then he would have a real problem on his hands. He commanded, “Look at me, little one.”
He waited until she turned her gaze back toward his, using this conversation to begin her submissive training—unbeknownst to her. “There’s no shame in feeling arousal. It is a perfectly natural physical response.”
He studied her. She was a tight, neatly wound up ball of energy. One he wanted to unleash and uncover her layers, starting now. Jared would help her blossom into the submissive he sensed lay just waiting underneath the surface for the right Dom to bring her forth. He intended to be that Dom.
“Have a seat.” He patted the couch beside him as a plan formed in his brain. If he moved too fast with her, she would bolt. He was certain of it. Each woman, each submissive, was unique in their unraveling. He wanted to be the one to pleasure Naomi and listen to her scream his name as she came.
“But I have to clean up—”
“Sherry will take over. I gave you an order and expect it to be followed.”
Naomi’s eyes widened, fear entering her chocolate depths for a moment, before she harrumphed and sat beside him. More like she plopped herself down onto the leather couch in a huff. He hid his grin. She’d be quite the handful to tame. But for the first time in months, he gave his Dom nature free reign.
Over the next two hours, he described each and every scene taking place for her. He explained what it did for the Dom and sub, and what the ultimate goal for a Dom was—to see to his or her submissive’s pleasure. He sported wood the entire time. Jared even went into explicit detail about topping a sub with another Dom as he described the luscious Yvette currently sandwiched between Shep and Deke as they fed their cocks into her mouth and pussy.
And through it all, he watched Naomi’s response. She squirmed in her seat and he could smell her arousal. If he touched her, would he find her drenched with her need? Christ, he’d love nothing more than to pull her into his lap and have her ride his cock until they were both too spent to move.
“Naomi?” He waited until she turned her gaze toward his, noticed how dilated her pupils were, and pressed his advantage. “Let me have you, little one. I promise to show you more pleasure than you’ve ever experienced.”
He gently ran the back of his knuckles over her cheek and she jolted away from him. “I-I-I—I’m sorry. I need to leave.”
Before he could stop her, she bolted. He let her go. She desired him, it was obvious. He just had to continue the seduction a little while longer. Jared felt invigorated for the first time in months.
He declined offers from other submissives as they passed him. He had a certain filly in mind that he wanted to mount, and he wanted her succulent cunt to be the first pussy that enveloped his cock and rescued it from his self-imposed drought.
He would fuck Naomi before the week was through.
Chapter 5
Naomi drove her little golf cart full of cleaning supplies from villa three to villa four. The natural tropical vegetation that lined the small path made her feel like she was deep in the Amazon rainforest. It was beautiful. Lush, green, and made her think about Jared’s eyes, which then led her to think about the man as she drove.
What was she going to do about him?
He was her boss. He had said he wanted her. And really, she knew she should tell him no in no uncertain terms. The best thing she could do, the right thing, was to leave the island and never see him again. But she didn’t want to, did she? Aside from the nudity and sex she came across, Naomi had felt herself relaxing by degrees. You had to be a member of Jared’s club to visit the island. Which meant the likelihood of her ex-husband finding her were slim. She couldn’t let her guard down entirely, she probably never would until he was dead or in prison, but not having to constantly look over her shoulder was amazing.
It still didn’t give her any insight into how she should proceed with her boss. He had described every scene at the club in his deep voice, his brogue thickening and hunger filling his sensual words. She had almost had an orgasm just listening to him speak. It had been one of the most erotic nights of her life.
The double whammy punch of desire that hit her system when he promised her optimal pleasure had overwhelmed her. Worried about surrendering control to any man, and afraid of Jared’s magnetism and the potent desire he evoked, she had run away. She’d locked herself in her room and spent the majority of the night tossing and turning.
Naomi was on edge. Her body seemed poised on this precipice of heightened sensory overload. She feared what would happen if she loosened the reins a bit a
nd said yes to him.
She parked the cart near the elevator entrance and removed her cleaning cart from the back end. The golf cart had been specifically designed to ferry a maid’s cart around the island. The villas had most of the cleaning supplies present. She just had to pull the previous night’s sheets off to be washed and put new ones on the bed. The same with the towels, and stocking fresh bathroom tissue.
Naomi took the service elevator up into the villa. The elevator opened to the sound of a high-pitched wail. Shock riddled every facet of her being. The private villas weren’t overly large, but most were open format much like her room at the hotel. There were no walls separating the kitchen and dining area from the living room, bedroom, and dungeon area. It was the bedroom that drew her attention.
Jenna, the perky blonde waitress, lay spread-eagled on the bed. Her wrists and ankles were restrained. And Master Carter, the cowboy from Wyoming, was between her spread thighs, vigorously eating her out. Naomi could smell the musky scent of their love play. She was frozen to the spot as the scene unfolded. Carter began thrusting his arm in a sawing motion and Jenna’s heated moans filled the villa. Naomi’s sex throbbed in time to the erotic scene before her as Carter plunged his fingers in Jenna’s back channel, his mouth sucking on her clit like it was a lollipop.
Naomi had never considered that she was a voyeur until now, that she liked watching others having sex. She felt wetness trickle between her thighs and, already feeling like she was on this double sensory plane, Naomi knew that if she touched herself, she would come in an instant.
Something must have alerted Carter to her presence. He turned his head, Jenna’s cream coating his black beard, and growled, “Either join us or leave now.”
Stunned that she’d been caught spying, Naomi watched as Carter moved into a kneeling position between Jenna’s thighs and turned back to her as he poured lubricant into his hand. Circling his cock and balls was a cock ring, with a beaded protrusion that he slicked lube over. Naomi stared as he gave her a half grin, like he knew she was fascinated and didn’t mind putting on a show, and then aligned his cock and the beaded dildo with Jenna’s two holes and thrust forward.
When he was fully embedded, he glanced at her again over his shoulder, not stopping his thrusts, and said, “Either get that pussy of yours over here with your thighs spread and ready for my cock, or get the fuck out.”
Spurred into action, Naomi backtracked out of the villa to the sound of Jenna’s moans as Carter fucked her, yanking her cleaning cart with her. Her heart hammered inside her chest as she drove the golf cart back to the main hotel as fast as the little motor would allow. Naomi didn’t stop her forward progression until she was in Jared’s penthouse. She used cleaning to attempt to wrap her brain around why she’d been unable to move, or the fact that deep inside, she’d wondered: if it had been Jared, would she have been able to turn herself away?
She furiously scrubbed his bathroom before moving onto the man’s bedroom. As she was picking up his discarded clothing and tossing it in the nearby hamper to wash, she noticed that the trunk at the foot of the bed wasn’t locked.
Before she could chicken out, she flipped the lid and stared in wonder. There were butt plugs, bullet vibrators, Velcro restraints, floggers, paddles, a whip, and items she didn’t recognize. She sat down on the bed and picked up the black blindfold, fingering the silky satin material, wondering what it would be like not to know what was coming next.
“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing, little one?”
Naomi dropped the mask like it was a hot potato and gaped at Jared’s sudden appearance. His pale blue dress shirt was half unbuttoned, the tails already untucked, his belt unbuckled. Fear settled in her stomach at the sight of his belt. She remembered the last time she’d been caught snooping. Her ex had beaten her so badly, the neighbors had called the police.
“Naomi, I asked you a question. What do you think you are doing?” He stood, glaring at her, his displeasure at catching her rifling through his things apparent on his face.
Tears formed at her lashes and she fought against the rising tide of anxiety. “Sorry, sir, I didn’t mean for it to go so far. I let my curiosity get the better of me.”
“Anything else I need to know about today?”
Did he know about her gaffe in villa four? She wasn’t ready to admit defeat so she lied. “No, sir, not that I can think of.”
“Naomi, I will not tolerate deceit. I know about your intrusion on the scene in villa four today. Normally that wouldn’t warrant much more than a write-up that you didn’t leave when asked the first time, but coupled with this,” he gestured to the trunk, “and your obvious lying, you have two options. Either submit to punishment, or you can collect your paycheck and I will have one of the boat captains take you to Nassau. The choice is yours.”
Naomi couldn’t hold back her tears as wetness leaked down her face. “I’m sorry, sir, it won’t happen again, I—”
“I will not renege, Naomi, those are your options. I’m sure you are sorry, but to ensure that something like this doesn’t happen again, you will have to be punished. If you don’t want that option, well I’ve already told you what your other option is, so take your pick.”
Oh gosh, she had really stepped in it now. Had she left one, only to land herself with another abuser? If she left the island, where could she go that her ex-husband couldn’t find her? He’d been able to track her to every location so far. Naomi had been running for three years. She didn’t want to run anymore. She wanted a home, she wanted security and, truth be told, she had gotten herself into this mess with her curiosity.
“The longer you wait to decide, the more creative my punishment will be. I am a Dom after all, lass, and we do like pushing a sub’s boundaries.”
“But I’m not a sub.”
He strode closer until he was standing a foot away from her, making her crane her neck back and look up the long lean muscled length of his body. It also put her face near his crotch, where she couldn’t help but notice the firm bulge beneath his trousers.
“I think you are, deep down. You like to please people, take care of them, and usually take orders without question,” he said.
That gave Naomi pause. Was she a submissive? And, more importantly, could she submit to whatever punishment he devised? The thought of being punished terrified her, but the idea of being forced off the island sanctuary frightened her even more.
She didn’t take her gaze off his green one as she said, “I’ll take the punishment.”
Chapter 6
“Come with me.” Jared held his large hand out for her to take.
Naomi stared at his fingers, took a deep breath, and then placed her hand in his, hoping that he didn’t notice hers trembling. But the man missed nothing as he pulled her to her feet. He towed her into the bathroom. Confused about where he was taking her, it was on the tip of her tongue to question him when he pressed his palm against the full-length mirror and it swung open to reveal another room.
It took everything inside Naomi not to turn tail and run the moment she entered. It was like the club, with every manner of BDSM furniture imaginable, only there was no dungeon monitor. Here, she was alone with Jared.
What did he plan to do?
“Disrobe,” Jared said.
“What?” She jerked her hand from his and stared at him like he’d grown horns.
“You will be disciplined the way a misbehaving submissive is, don’t make me ask again. I want you naked and on this bench.” He indicated the piece of furniture behind him.
Naomi had witnessed one of these the other night in the club. The sub had been strapped to it on all fours and bent over the middle bar. She shivered. Just what did Jared plan for her punishment to be? Was he going to use the flogger on her like he had with Jenna before passing her off to Master Carter?
“Naomi, either undress or pack. I’ve got a million items yet to see to tonight, so if you will…”
Jared unbuttoned h
is shirt sleeves, rolling them up his forearms. Instinctively, she knew he meant business when it came to discipline. If she didn’t do as he asked, she could kiss her safe haven goodbye.
Naomi’s fingers shook as she pulled her blouse and shorts off. As she stood in his private dungeon in her bra and thong, while he patiently waited with a stern expression on his face, she thanked whatever providence had made her put on her bra with the front closure today. Her fingers were shaking too damn badly to have been able to deal with a back closure.
She was trembling so violently over the coming punishment as she climbed onto the bench, her forearm slipped on the padding. Jared caught her before she slid off onto the ground.
“Easy, little one, you don’t have to fear me. I only plan on spanking you, so nothing too extreme. Understood?”
Naomi nodded her understanding, a few tears sliding silently down her cheeks. Just a spanking. She could withstand that, right? Jared helped her settle herself on the punishment bench and then began strapping her to it. He put her wrists in leather cuffs, then a leather strap over each forearm. He adjusted the middle bar, lowering it so that her knees rested comfortably on the padded rests, where he secured her ankles and calves.
She was doing everything in her power not to hyperventilate. What was he going to use to spank her? Would it be like when he disciplined Jenna? Her mind went round in circles as she waited. Naomi nearly jumped out of her skin when he laid his palm against her lower back.
“Easy, little one. Since this is your first offense, thirty swats ought to do it.”
Thirty. Was the man crazy? “Let me out of this thing, you can’t—”
She screeched as his other palm thwacked against her butt cheeks. The sting brought more tears to her eyes. He swatted her butt thrice more in rapid succession. Pain spliced through her backside as the spanking continued. She clenched her hands into fists, swearing to herself that she could endure this and then make sure she never got in trouble again.