Her Master and Commander

by Anya Summers

  Naomi finished cleaning Jared’s penthouse before she headed down to her room and washed up. It put her in a funk as she began her duties for the day, cleaning the latter half of the villas and doing a sweep of the club area before hours began. Why did she always fall for the ones who didn’t want her? Or the ones who thought they could exert power over her? Both ended up hurting her in the end, just in different ways.

  And this was why she didn’t do the one-night stand deal. Naomi had never understood why she couldn’t seem to give a man her body without it touching her heart. Her peers growing up, the girls at school and beyond, seemed to have had no trouble using and discarding men at will. She could only assume that the flaw was in her.

  Naomi plowed through her cleaning, on a mission to be done for the day and sequester herself in her room that night. Yes, she was attempting to avoid running into Jared. She didn’t want to see the victory in his eyes that he had scored with her, or allow him to see that it hurt her that he’d not had the decency to be there when she woke up.

  He hadn’t made her any promises other than that she would experience more pleasure than she had ever dreamed about. He had come through on that promise, at least. It did not mean she wanted to see him so soon, though.

  Naomi was pleased with herself when she finished an hour early. Wanting to avoid any potential scenes taking place, she ordered room service when she made it back home for the day. She took a quick shower to wash the grime off, and had just belted her robe when there was a knock on the door. Her breath strangled in her throat as she opened it.

  The breath she’d been holding expelled in a huff. Even now, after all the pep talks she’d given herself today, there had still been hope in her heart that he would come for her. But instead of Jared, it was Sean Davos, their resident chef Franchesca’s eldest son. He flashed her what he must consider his sexy grin and said with a hint of his Greek accent, “Dinner for you, Miss Naomi.” He gestured to the silver cart.

  Naomi opened her door wide enough for him to roll it through. “Come on in.”

  The waves of his thick dark hair were surfer dude length, and his lanky frame had strength in it, like a swimmer’s. He cast her an interested gaze after he finished putting her meal on the kitchen table with a flourish.

  “Is there anything else I can do for you, Miss Naomi?” Sean gave her a ‘come hither woman’ stare, even going so far as to bite his lower lip as his gaze trailed over her body. If she were ten years younger, she’d take the twenty-year-old up on his blatant offer. As it was, she wasn’t in the habit of dating someone a decade younger. Matter of fact, she wasn’t in the habit of dating, nor in the habit of doing what he so obviously inferred with his cheeky invite.

  “Thank you, Sean. That will be all.”

  He bowed his head and rolled the cart back toward the door and out into the hall. Before he shut the door behind himself, he said, “Well, the offer stands indefinitely, if you change your mind.”

  And then he was gone, leaving Naomi alone with her thoughts.

  She shook her head as she sat and began eating. Franchesca was a wonder in the kitchen. Who knew that a simple charbroiled chicken breast and summer vegetables in a garlic white wine sauce could taste like heaven? The cook had even added one of her pumpernickel mini loaves with a side of whipped butter and a baked sweet potato. If Naomi wasn’t careful, she’d be adding to her waistline, and in the uniforms Jared had them wear—crapola! Why didn’t she just put a sticky note on her forehead that said gullible moron? It would make it so much easier. Granted, she’d gone a whole hour without thinking about Jared, so she’d take the win where she could find it.

  Naomi finished her meal while attempting to think of anything or anyone but her boss. Maybe she should call Sean back and take him up on his offer. Maybe she should go down to the club wearing the employee cuffs and see if there were any new Doms she could play with to take her mind off Jared. But then he would be there and see her flailing attempts to attract someone else. Maybe she should just admit she was pathetic, and while she craved more, Jared so obviously had not wanted more than a quick fuck.

  Naomi didn’t even know whether or not the lifestyle was for her. Everyone has their own kink, and for the most part, she had been a ‘to each his own’ type of person, but she didn’t know if she wanted to explore more of the lifestyle. She was in the right place if so, that was for damn sure.

  Flopping down on the couch, she tried distracting herself by turning on the television. The last place she wanted to go on her night off was the club. She had to be there tomorrow night. Tonight was hers to do with what she pleased. So why was it that her brain was telling her to stay put, but her body had turned into pudding at the thought of going to the club?

  She channel surfed. She did her nails. She did everything in her power not to focus on the club and Jared. Naomi used to complain about not having time off in other jobs and now, when she did have employment that paid her well enough she didn’t have to work seventy hours a week to make ends meet, she wished she was working.

  See? Head case, party of one.

  After two hours of pacing, watching bad sitcoms, doing her nails and giving herself a facial, Naomi was done pretending. Her down time was turning into torture. What she needed was a rigorous walk around the island. Yes, the sun was going to set soon, but the pathway was all solar powered and lit. So she would take a walk, wear herself out, and then come back and hit the hay. She had an early start time tomorrow, anyway.

  Naomi changed into a jeans and tee shirt, and then her awesome, couldn’t-live-without-them, slip-on walking shoes that were like walking on a cloud. They weren’t necessarily attractive, like, say, flats or cute sandals, but they were way more practical for a long hike.

  She slipped her cell phone and key into her back pocket as she grabbed a bottle of water and left. Luck was on her side when she stepped into a vacant elevator. Granted, it was barely eight in the evening, so it was a little early for the club crowd. She was just happy that she didn’t run into any orgies or scenes on the way down.

  Blushing had become a permanent feature for her what with the free for all sex happening at every turn. The elevator shuttled her all the way down to street level without incident, for which she was grateful. She exited the elevator, avoiding the pool area entirely after hearing the sounds emanating from that direction, and headed toward the marina. It sat on the eastern edges of the island, facing the vastness of the Atlantic Ocean and beyond.

  Maybe she should leave this hemisphere altogether. Her ex would never go looking for her in, say, Europe. She’d be able to disappear there if this job didn’t work out. There was a freshness, a newness to the docks and marina. She’d met the three ferry captains, Deke, Shep, and Derek. They were all Doms, all big, burly men. And they had all shown interest, although from the looks of things, Shep and Deke had enjoyed Yvette quite a bit as they seemed to be forgoing the club tonight in favor of a private scene.

  At the present time, Yvette was being paddled by Shep while Deke sucked on her tits. She had been cuffed to the boat mast and was moaning up a storm. Naomi didn’t want to interrupt their scene any more than she already had, although she was coming to realize she was more of a voyeur than she had believed, and it seemed to run rampant on the island. Guests and employees alike had sex wherever it suited them, not caring who watched the show. The last thing she wanted to do was interrupt this one like she had with Carter and Jenna yesterday, so Naomi continued her walk heading west and into the interior of the island, leaving behind the symphony of sounds emanating from the docks.

  She loved how green the island was with Ironwood trees, a profusion of orchids in a multitude of colors, and blooming plants in verdant greens that reminded her of Jared’s eyes. And this was why she was avoiding him. It was too dangerous to be so enamored of him this quickly. In her book, it spelled trouble.

  She followed the path as it climbed up the mountain, passing what she liked to call the ‘make out’ stations. The p
ath had been designed for those who loved being outdoors but also liked having sex with their sub whenever they wanted. The walking path was only an eight mile round trip and had stations every half mile or so.

  None that she had passed were occupied until she reached the crest of the pathway. There was an enclosed station with a bench of sorts—Naomi wasn’t certain what it was called, only that it made it easy for the woman to be screwed doggy style. And this station wasn’t empty. It was occupied by Master Carter and Jenna.

  The station was a bit of an overlook point for the island. The way the bench had been erected made it so that a Master could fuck his sub while taking in the sight, with sort of a king of the world type vibe going on.

  Naomi stood transfixed. Master Carter had Jenna strapped on all fours and was currently stuffing his cock in her mouth. Jenna was moaning around his dick like she was enjoying it. That was something Naomi had never fully enjoyed; giving head. Granted, her ex had blamed her when his dick went limp and would usually beat the tar out of her, so her baggage regarding the act was profound. She couldn’t help but stare as Carter pumped his hips, his hands cradling Jenna’s head as he rammed his dick inside her mouth.

  Then he withdrew his rather impressive erection from her eager mouth and walked around Jenna’s restrained form until he was between her thighs. Carter drove his erection inside Jenna and she screamed as she climaxed.

  An arm slid around her waist from behind and made her jump.

  “Relax,” Jared whispered, his mouth next to her ear. “Do you see something that interests you, little one?”

  Jared’s magic hands had already snaked beneath her shirt and were fondling her breasts, tugging and pinching her abraded nipples. As much as she knew she should bat them away, Naomi couldn’t deny that she loved the feeling of his hands on her. Her head leaned back against his firm shoulder as swirls of delicious need scorched her insides at his touch.

  Having Jared’s hands massage her breasts while continuing to watch Carter fuck Jenna—and he was fucking her, almost violently pumping his pelvis, his fingers digging into her hips as he shuttled his cock inside her—was a uniquely erotic experience. Jenna wailed in ecstasy.

  Jared snaked his hand down Naomi’s belly, undid the clasp on her jeans, and slid beneath them to her sex. His calloused fingers swiped through her folds, grazing her clitoris, and her head lolled back against his chest.

  He slipped two fingers inside her pussy and he growled. “Jesus, little one, you’re drenched.”

  His mouth rained kisses along her neck, that one spot right beneath her ear that made her willing to do whatever he wanted her to do. He thrust his fingers into her grasping heat, his thumb teasing her clit. Jared stroked her, playing her body, teasing her into a frenzy of need. She rolled her hips, meeting his thrusts, craving release as the decadent scene before them shifted. Carter withdrew his erection from Jenna’s pussy and placed the tip of his cock at her back hole. Jenna was bucking, going wild, and keening as Carter worked his fat cock inside her ass. The sounds coming from Jenna were nearly animalistic and it was all too much for her.

  Naomi’s body imploded, clasping at Jared’s plunging fingers. She rode his hand unabashedly, wringing the climax for all it was worth. Surrounded by Jared, she could feel his erection snug up against her rear and her pussy clenched around his digits.

  He nibbled on her ear. “Come with me, little one. I can give you what you really need.”

  His thumb lazily circled her clit, sending a new shower of sparks to her core.

  “Yes,” she moaned as Carter and Jenna climaxed, with Carter trumpeting his release like a roaring lion.

  Before Naomi had a chance to retract her words, Jared scooped her up and climbed into his golf cart. Funny how she’d been so entranced by the scene Jenna and Carter had presented, she hadn’t heard the cart at all. When he sat in the driver’s seat, he positioned her over his lap, leaning her back against his chest with a leg on either side of his. This way, her legs were spread, and with her jeans already undone, he had easy access.

  He started the cart, then drove with his right hand while his left hand slid back inside her jeans and nearly drove her mindless with need. Naomi didn’t know where he was taking her as they drove away from the erotic scene and the main hotel, but she didn’t really care at that point. His fingers stroked through her folds, rubbing her swollen nub.

  Naomi was delirious with passion by the time they made it to their destination. She wanted, needed to come. Jared caressed her labia, his thumb circling her clit as he teased her.

  “Jesus, little one, you drive me crazy,” Jared said against her ear as he stopped the cart and threw it into park, then killed the engine. With his free hand, he tilted her head back and claimed her lips in a scorching kiss as his fingers penetrated her drenched heat, thrusting his digits as she rocked her hips against his hand. In the tight confines of her jeans, his fingers stroked her to climax and she cried into his mouth.

  She collapsed back against Jared after two yummy orgasms, feeling replete after being on edge all day.

  “Don’t you dare even think about falling asleep on me, Naomi, I plan to fuck you until neither of us can walk.” He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and sucked them into his mouth, cleaning off all her juices.

  Amazingly, her pussy fluttered and quaked at his words. She needed to feel him again. They were at one of the farthest points away from the main hotel, clear on the other side of the island. The station sat on the edge of the beach, facing the ocean. The sun was setting, turning a strip of waves golden against the deepening blue melding into black.

  Jared hoisted her in his arms, carrying her into the stone alcove. One side was open and facing the water. In the center were two stone pillars with metal loops at varying intervals. Along the back wall was a wooden bench with leather cushions on top, and retrofit with drawers that held all manner of sex toys. She knew because her curiosity had gotten the better of her as she had cleaned each station and she’d looked in each one.

  He set her on her feet between the pillars. “Undress for me, while I gather what we need.”

  Naomi was willing to try whatever he had planned. Her body was on the tingling edge of anticipation as she wondered what delicious torture he would instigate and how long it would be before he let her climax. He was an erotic addiction. Until he had slid his hand down her jeans, she’d not admitted that what she had been craving had been more of his carnal touch.

  She did as he asked, more willing to comply with his requests for she knew he meant her no harm. And even if in the back of her mind she was concerned about her gluttonous desire to imbibe everything he had to offer, she shoved it aside, flinging her insecurities to the wind. She folded her clothing and placed it next to the bench. This was the first chance she had to study him since his adventurous advent into her evening walk as he removed items from drawers. He wasn’t outfitted for the club but wore navy board shorts and a form fitting white tank top. His shoulders were sculpted with muscles and she had the distinct urge to nibble on him. His arms were solid, his physique rippled with each movement. The thick waves of his hair were loose, falling to his shoulders, and his clothes made him look like a tourist, not the owner of an island getaway.

  The thing that gave her pause was the leather flogger he withdrew from one of the drawers. She trembled and took a step back at the sight of it in his hand. She must have made a sound because he shot her a glance.

  “I have no intention of hurting you, little one. You know that. You enjoyed your punishment last night, and because of that, I want to try the flogger with you. If it hurts or is not to your liking, you will be free to use your safeword and I will stop immediately.”

  She took a deep breath and nodded. Her desire for him overrode her fear. “Yes, Sir.”

  He led her to the pillars and began placing her wrists in soft leather cuffs. On each cuff was roughly two feet of small looping silver chain. He attached the end to a loop on each pillar. This made
it so that her arms were spread wide like the top of an X. Then Jared did the same with her ankles, fastening leather cuffs around them, spreading her legs apart until they formed a wide, upside down V, and hooking the chains into the loops.

  She tested the bonds and felt panic rise in her breast. She took a few calming breaths as Jared inspected the bonds. “Just want to make sure these are comfortable. If they start to hurt, you need to speak up and use your safeword. Understand? Part of the relationship between a Dom and a sub is open communication and honesty. If you are not honest with me, or hide something, I will be forced to discipline you.”

  Jared completed his circle around the pillar, inspecting her restraints, picking up the flogger as he went, and stopped before her. There was something so inherently carnal about the fact that he was fully clothed, holding a leather flogger, while she was naked and bound for his pleasure. Moisture seeped between her thighs.

  His hungry graze traveled the length of her form before returning to clash with hers. If she hadn’t been bound, she would have fallen given the all-consuming wave of desire that slammed into her. Jared’s big body crowded hers and he cupped her chin, tilting her head up. He lowered his mouth, never taking his gaze off hers, until he was so close she could count the individual strands of his eyelashes. She wet her suddenly dry lips. His scent invaded her senses, sandalwood mingled with the ocean breeze. She stared into his sea green gaze, watching it darken as his desire rose until their breaths mingled together, and it felt like her heart was beating in the same rhythm as his. Only then did he claim her lips in a demanding, soul-shattering kiss. His hand threaded into her hair as he plundered her mouth. She could kiss this man forever. The rest of the world receded as their tongues commenced a heated duel.