Her Master and Commander

by Anya Summers

  “I did want to make you a proposition,” he said, pushing his empty plate back a little after two steaming helpings.

  She stared at him over her coffee mug and raised a quizzical brow. “A proposition? What are you up to?”

  “I can see trust is an issue and is something we will have to work on. I’d like you to consider being my submissive.”

  Her eyes widened and she leaned back, studying him, mistrust written all over her face before she replied, “What’s the catch?”

  “No catch, as you say, but it would mean that, while you are my sub, you would wear my cuffs, and would not be available to other Doms on the island or any of those visiting the island.”

  She gave him a contemplative look. “I see. So, it would be like we are going steady and you’re giving me your letter jacket?”

  “In a way, yes, but there are a few things I would ask of you as my sub.”

  “Such as?” She crossed her arms in front of her chest in a rather defensive fashion. It smooshed her glorious breasts together and made his mouth hunger for their taste.

  “Well, for starters, I would want you to live here so that I can have access to you whenever I have need of you. Also, I would train you in the proper deportment for a submissive… things like that.”

  “That’s all? There’s no fine print that you would throw in at a later date?”

  He knew she’d be a tough nut to crack, but he went one step further. “I like you, Naomi. I think there is something here between us. There’s a definite sexual attraction and it would give us the chance to explore whether there’s more than just the sex.”

  “What happens if there’s not, or we get bored with each other?”

  All good questions that he had considered himself, but since the more he had her, the more he wanted her, he didn’t think that would be an issue anytime soon. He said, “Then you go back to your room in the hotel, and we continue on with our lives.”

  “How would it affect my work here on the island? I need this job, and don’t want to be forced to go back to Florida. I’ve already called myself a fool for letting this,” she gestured between them, “happen at all. And it’s not that I don’t want you, but what happens if this ends and we hate each other? Where does that leave me? This is your island.”

  As someone who had fled his homeland and moved three thousand miles to get away from a situation that was heading in a bad direction, he understood her caution. “I’d like to offer you a guarantee that we would end things and it would be a peaceful split. I can promise that if the time should come, I would do my utmost to make it as easy and painless for both of us. I don’t want to hurt you and will make sure you are taken care of.”

  “And would you agree not to treat me differently while we are at work? It’s hard enough being the new employee, I’d hate to have people think you were offering me favoritism because we were together.”

  “That I can say a definite yes to, Naomi. Give it a shot, you truly have nothing to lose.”

  He could see the doubt in her gaze. Jared didn’t blame her for it. He was surprised after uncovering her background that she hadn’t told him to fuck off. She was a formidable challenge, one he would relish and cherish.

  “Can I think about it?” she asked.

  “Yes, you can.” It would have to do, for now. But he did want more from her. He would just have to show her how good it could be.

  She had already begun stacking dishes near the sink when he commanded, “Leave those for a moment and come here.”

  The spark in her gaze pleased him as she walked back around the counter toward him. Her eagerness to please was a dead giveaway of her submissive nature. He gripped her slim waist and lifted her onto the counter, where she squealed.

  “Problem?”

  “It’s cold, Sir, on my, um…” She pointed toward her delectable rear and blushed.

  He chuckled at her admission, sliding his hands around to her backside. “You mean this gorgeous ass of yours?”

  She giggled, actually giggled, while his hands kneaded her flesh. “Yes, Sir.” She squirmed.

  “Lie on your back for me and spread your thighs. I’m still hungry.” Desire entered her gaze and she nodded, complying with his request. “Oh, and as much as I love seeing you in my shirt, little one, off with it. I want to see those gorgeous tits of yours while I taste your cream.”

  She moaned in the back of her throat and he hid his smile. Then it was his turn to groan as she drew his shirt up over her head and the heavy globes of her breasts bobbed, the puckered nipples begging for his lips. He couldn’t help himself at the tasty offering, leaned forward and sucked a puckered bud into his mouth. She arched her back and tossed her head back in pleasure.

  He lay her down until her back was flush on the granite countertop, then bit down on her nipple and released it with a slight popping sound. He wanted her sweet cream. He moved until he was wedged between her spread thighs. He ran a finger through her slit and hissed at finding her soaked. He spread her thighs wider, to accommodate his shoulders.

  Jared wrapped his arms under and around her thighs. Using his fingers, he spread her plump labia lips, her pink pussy gleaming, inviting him to taste her. His mouth descended until he hovered above her sweetness and he glanced up her body. She had her lower lip between her teeth and her chest heaved as her arousal rose.

  Good. He wanted her to understand what it would be like to be his. “If you agree to be my submissive, Naomi, I’d want your pussy every morning as part of my balanced breakfast.”

  She whimpered and he bit back a smile. With his gaze stilled trained on hers, he swiped his tongue over her clit and she mewled. Jared smiled as he swiped his tongue through her slit, tasting her honeyed nectar.

  “Oh, one more thing, little one, before I commence. You are not to come until I allow it.”

  She whined as he claimed her pussy with his mouth. Naomi’s musk filled his nostrils as he gorged on her flesh. He teased the plump folds of her labia, learning the contours and dips. He stroked his tongue up around her hood, circling her sensitive bud but not touching it.

  He held her in a fierce grip so that she couldn’t move away while he feasted. And feast he did. He curled his tongue around her clit, swishing his tongue around it before sucking the nub into his mouth and biting down. Naomi writhed on the counter, her mewls of pleasure driving him to suck her harder, take her into his mouth until her scent was everywhere.

  Jared stroked the entrance to her channel, lapping up every ounce of cream. And then he penetrated her pussy, feeling it clench around his tongue as he stroked her to maddening heights. She moaned. She tried to push her pelvis harder into his face but through it all, he didn’t allow her to come. He wanted her begging, he wanted her craving his touch, he wanted to leave an indelible mark on her that would linger long after the ardor between them had cooled.

  Naomi’s body shuddered and she begged, “Please, Sir, please let me come.”

  “Not just yet, little one, almost there.”

  She wailed in frustration, her moans reaching new heights as he continued his assault. He even traveled further south, flicking his tongue against her back hole. She went wild, bucking her hips as his tongue teased that tiny rosebud. He wondered if she’d ever had anal, but planned to add that to the growing list of items to explore with her.

  He returned to her weeping pussy, the clitoris so swollen it had emerged from beneath the hood. Just as he liked it. Using his tongue, he plunged inside her grasping heat while his fingers stroked her clit. Over and over again, he thrust until she was screaming and begging and forgetting to call him ‘Sir’. When she moaned his name, he almost creamed in his boxers.

  He lifted his mouth from her succulent cunt, her juices dripping down his chin. “Come, Naomi. Come for me now.”

  He pinched her clit and sucked on her hole, thrusting his tongue inside her quaking sheath as she came.

  “Ahhh,” she screamed as her back bowed with the force of her orgasm
and she vibrated and trembled. Jared’s cock was near to bursting and he needed to feel her sweet cunt wrapped around his dick. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to linger indefinitely, although the thought of lazily fucking her all day did have its appeal. He had meetings to attend that couldn’t be put off any longer.

  For expediency’s sake, he gathered her limp form into his arms and carried her toward the bathroom. They could fuck and take a shower at the same time. He could make his meeting and she could clean whatever she was assigned to do today. He shucked his boxer briefs as they entered the bathroom, freeing his erection.

  Once they were in the shower, he set her on the bench while he got the spigots going at a nice, steamy temperature.

  “Shit.”

  “What?” she asked, licking her lips, her aroused gaze trained on his cock and the pre-cum leaking from its crown.

  “I need a condom.”

  “No you don’t. I have an implant. You can feel it a bit in my arm right here.” She held out her left arm and pointed to a spot.

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m clean and we’re protected from conceiving, so yeah, I’m sure.”

  “In that case…” He yanked her up from her seat, propelling her back against the wall as the warm water sprayed around them. He crushed her mouth to his, delving his tongue into the deep recesses of her mouth. It took a moment for her to respond—mainly, he assumed, because he had shocked the hell out of her by how much he needed to be inside her. But Naomi wrapped her arms around his neck, hoisting herself up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He helped her with the last bit, fitting his cock at her opening before thrusting his length inside her clasping sheath.

  He growled into her mouth as he pumped his hips, not holding back as he pounded ferociously. He used the wall for support as he thrust, hammering his length in deep-seated thrusts that had her moaning in his ear.

  He reveled in the feel of her cunt fisting his cock as he pounded into her wet heat. He pummeled her sheath. She gripped his shoulders, meeting him thrust for thrust. He could feel her pussy quaking around his dick, the beginning flutters of her orgasm.

  He growled into her ear, “Come for me, Naomi.”

  Never losing his pace, only quickening it as she moaned and her body clenched his cock as she wailed her completion, Jared unleashed the beast inside him and fucked her in an almost animalistic manner. She never stopped moaning as one climax morphed into two and she was bucking and coming, her juices drenching his plunging cock.

  Jared felt his climax barreling through his system, beginning at the base of his spine, tightening his balls as his cock lengthened and swelled. White hot bursts of ecstasy detonated in his body as his cock jerked and hot streams of cum poured into her grasping channel. This was the first time he’d ever fucked bareback and he never wanted to go back. He kept thrusting until the last spurts of his seed seeped from his cock.

  Naomi’s head lay against his shoulder and her eyes were closed. Ever so gently, he lifted her head and claimed her lips in a soul stirring kiss. The way she clung to him, as though he mattered, wiggled its way inside his chest. If he wasn’t careful, he would lose the part of him he had so recently fought to reclaim.

  With tender care, he withdrew his softening flesh and placed her on the bench where he proceeded to wash her, ensuring that she was completely cared for. He washed himself in the process and then shut the water off once he was finished.

  He helped her dress and then readied himself for the day ahead. Before they left his villa, he gave her another lingering kiss, being mindful of her request that during work hours, he would not make advances in public. After hours was another matter entirely.

  They drove in silence down the mountain. Naomi had a sleepy, ‘I’ve just been fucked senseless’ look on her face that made him feel like the god of sex. When they arrived at the hotel, he parked in his reserved spot and shot her a look.

  “Meet me here after we both work the club tonight? I can make sure we are both finished by eleven.”

  “As long as I’m not receiving any preferential treatment, yes, I will meet you,” she said.

  “Good.” He snuck one more brief kiss as they rode the elevator up. She stepped off at her floor to collect her work gear and begin her duties. Jared felt better than he had in ages as the elevator climbed the rest of the way up to his penthouse and office.

  His secretary, Mary, was already in his office with a list of things for him when he entered. They worked the better part of the morning and afternoon. He had meetings via Skype with Tyler, with the owner of Allure out of Vancouver, inviting Burke down for a week-long stay, with the owner of Underworld in New Orleans, inviting Eric to try the resort for a week.

  All in all, by mid-afternoon when Franchesca delivered him a late lunch, and Mary left the office for the day, Jared was feeling like he had made massive progress. The island was functioning better than he could have dreamed. He had hired the right people, conducting thorough background checks. Unfortunately, those hadn’t told him about Naomi’s upbringing or that her ex-husband was abusive. There were signs of it—arrested for battery and domestic disturbance a few times—but no red flags.

  He polished off his meal and was wiping his mouth with a napkin when his cell phone rang. He was in such a good mood, he didn’t check the caller ID before he answered.

  “Hello.”

  “Jared, I got you on the first try. I think that’s a new record,” Declan said.

  Jared felt shame over the way he had treated his best friend. If it weren’t for Declan, he would have wound up dead in a gutter in London, not whiling away the hours in Paradise.

  “How’s it hanging, D?” He let the warmth of the brotherhood they shared seep into his voice.

  “Things couldn’t be better. I’m hearing tremendous things about the island from Tyler and other members who’ve visited. I think you’ve outdone yourself and am in full agreement on opening it up to other clubs like ours.”

  “Great. I just had meetings with Masters of Allure and Underworld, and both are making arrangements to come down. So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?”

  “Well, I have some news, Zoey is—”

  “Nothing’s wrong with her, is there? Is she sick?” Jared’s gut clenched at the thought.

  Declan laughed. “No. Nothing’s wrong with her, other than a severe bit of morning sickness but she’s getting through it like a champ. Zoey’s pregnant, three-and-a-half months by the doctor’s estimates. I wanted to see if you’d be my child’s godfather. You’re the closest thing I have to a brother, and—”

  “Sure. I’m game. You know me. I’d love to chat more, congrats on the baby. Give Zoey a hug from me. Gotta run.” Jared pressed disconnect as his world disintegrated.

  Zoey was pregnant. For the briefest, glimmering second of hope, he had wondered if it was his—until Declan gave him her progression.

  When his cell phone blared again with Declan’s name appearing on the caller ID, Jared hurled it at the wall and watched the spray of glass as the smartphone shattered. He tossed a few more items at the wall for good measure, enjoying the feeling of destruction.

  He had believed he’d expelled all of his demons concerning Zoey, but hearing how blissfully happy they were was like a knife straight through his chest. He hated being such a horrible friend, hated that he loved her and likely a part of him always would, hated that he knew he couldn’t go anywhere near Naomi and fuck the fury out of his system. It would scare the bloody hell out of the lass, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

  He prowled into his penthouse, searching for an outlet that wouldn’t leave what he had built over the months he’d been here in pieces. That was when he spied the bottle of Glenlivet on the shelf behind his mini bar. It was a fifty-year-old bottle, and potent.

  Fine. If he couldn’t fuck the agony out of his system, he would drink it. The first shot burned a fiery trail, the second did, too, but by the third, some of the pain began t
o numb. Taking the bottle with him, Jared collapsed on his couch, drinking himself into oblivion.

  Chapter 10

  Naomi found herself singing as she cleaned the villas. Joy practically oozed from her pores. In a weird turn of events, Jared wanted her, considered her to be commitment material. He was a well-adjusted, kind, caring man, who had the world at his fingertips, and yet he wanted her.

  Should she say yes to his proposal? A part of her really wanted to. Their chemistry was off the charts. All he had to do was look at her with his bedroom eyes and she became wet. When she thought of last night and then again this morning, a blush spread over her cheeks. In forty-eight hours, she’d had more orgasms than she had in the last two years.

  Did she want to give him a chance, get to know him, and open herself up to the possibility that there was more between them than just mind-blowing sex? Her heart trembled at the thought. Other than her best friend Melissa, who’d helped her get the job here, Naomi didn’t have anyone. No family, no other friends. While she’d been married, her ex hadn’t allowed her friends, needing to control every facet of her existence and make her dependent upon him for everything. Then since her divorce she had moved around a lot, trying to keep one step ahead of her ex. Restraining orders hadn’t helped. The police hadn’t helped. Naomi had always been a bit of a lone wolf, depending on herself for her survival and happiness. She’d had to, it was the only way she had survived being shipped to so many homes that never wanted to keep her and passed her on to the next one.

  Everything about Jared fascinated her. She had so many questions; like why did he leave Scotland, why wasn’t he already married with a few kids about his ankles, and what was it that he saw in her? The only other person she’d experienced a connection like this with had been her ex-husband, which gave her pause. She wouldn’t survive another relationship like her last. She’d rather Thelma and Louise it off a cliff—only without Louise.