Her Master and Commander

by Anya Summers

  Naomi bobbed her head up and down his shaft. She fondled his balls, rolling them between her fingers as she swallowed him in repeated strokes. Jared bucked his hips, thrusting inside her mouth as she took him in. His musk invaded her senses. She wanted his cum. Wanted to taste his seed on her tongue and swallow him down.

  It was Jared’s turn to writhe and moan. She gave him everything, not holding back as she deep-throated him and began caressing his perineum. Jared cried out, his fingers finally sliding into her hair as he pumped his hips. She didn’t stop, feeling powerful that she was making this strong man come undone with her touch.

  His cock lengthened as she suckled him. He pounded in her mouth as need and desire took over. She hollowed her cheeks as she stroked him.

  “Ahhh, Naomi, I’m coming. Ahhh.”

  Hot white streams of cum jettisoned into her mouth and she swallowed every, last, drop. He thrust as he came, spurting and quivering. With a satisfied sigh, she released his cock and sat back on her haunches, her breathing heavy as the sun crested the horizon.

  Jared launched himself at her. He pushed her onto her back, positioned himself between her thighs, and was furrowing his length inside her. Her open-mouthed gasp turned into a moan. He pulled her close, not bothering with all the bells and whistles—instead, he fucked. He thrust, pummeling her greedy pussy. She wrapped her legs around his waist. Her fingers dug into his lower back as she canted her hips and met his pounding digs.

  Sweat slicked across his back as he pulverized her sheath. Desire built exponentially as they raced toward oblivion. She loved the feel of his cock stretching her tissues as he rammed inside her. She had barely felt her ex when he was on top of her doing his business but with Jared, she felt every blessed inch.

  Her climax started low in her belly and expanded like a black hole until it was all-consuming and she bleated, crying out as her body shattered and re-forged. Jared strained, his shaft spewing cum in her quaking channel, setting off another series of delicious sparks that left her trembling.

  Then Jared withdrew, rolling away from her without saying or doing anything. He just lay there, staring at the ceiling. After everything that had transpired, his coldness, as though this had just been a back-alley fuck, chilled her.

  Was she wrong to place her trust and her heart in his care?

  Chapter 11

  Naomi boarded one of the boats to Nassau. Shep was at the helm, seeming more at home out on the open water than he was on land. This was the first time she’d seen Shep in his boat captain gear. Thus far, the former Olympic swimmer, with his tousled hair and wearing aviator sunglasses, was the most normal she’d seen him. At the club and the other night when he was paddling Yvette, he’d been bare-chested and wearing leathers.

  He commanded the boat with an aplomb that spoke of his expertise behind the helm. The boat was an extension of him, and he understood wind currents, tides, and just how the cruising yacht sailed.

  Naomi had opted to stay up on deck versus heading below decks with the other passengers. They were the couple from her first day here, the ones who had no compunction about having sex in the pool area. And she just wasn’t in the mood for watching another sex show. She didn’t care if they did, she just didn’t want to be a spectator today. Not after this morning.

  Between Jared’s distance after their incredible lovemaking this morning and then hearing him mutter under his breath when he thought she had fallen back asleep, “Dammit, Zoey,” her new world had been tossed into a tail spin. One she didn’t know how to right.

  Her thoughts and emotions were as tumultuous as the Gulf waters today. His words, the ones he had uttered when he thought she wasn’t listening, fed the monster of doubt. They validated, in a weird, roundabout way, Sherry’s story. Maybe he was the ‘love them and leave them’ type, and the closeness he portrayed was just that, an act. Maybe he was a serial monogamist player, moving from one woman to the next after he made them fall for him.

  Her heart hurt. She didn’t want to believe it. Not after the care and concern he’d shown her—until this morning, anyway. Perhaps she was just bent out of shape because she had ensured he survived his drunken debacle and with everything that had happened between them to this point, she had been led to believe he would appreciate her efforts. Instead, he’d treated her as if she didn’t matter. Naomi couldn’t go back to that type of living.

  Throughout the entire scope of her childhood it had been driven home how little she mattered to those who were supposed to care. She couldn’t go back to that; she wouldn’t. It was one of the main reasons she had fallen for her ex-husband’s charm and hadn’t seen past the jovial veneer to the psychotic despot that lay within his chest. Naomi had been starved for affection.

  It was her fault for wanting to believe in Jared. She had a hard time seeing a person’s ill intentions until it was too late. She just didn’t function that way, even her brain was hardwired to try and see the good in people.

  She wasn’t a moron. She knew that wasn’t how the world worked, that there were many people who were out to take everyone else for all they had and laughed while doing it. It was just that her brain wasn’t wired that way and she couldn’t understand those who were, try as she might.

  That was why on her day off, she was heading to Nassau for a breather, away from her magnetic boss. A day away would give her a chance to clear her head and examine her feelings for Jared. Their relationship had moved at a lightning pace, with him dominating every aspect of her waking life. It worried her because she didn’t know if that was healthy for her. She didn’t want to be dependent upon him for her happiness.

  And there was the fact that she had her first paycheck in her hot little hands to deposit. This meant she could get up to date with the private investigator, Billy Lloyd. She had hired Billy after her last run in with her ex, to track his whereabouts, keep her up-to-date, and hopefully, one step ahead of Jon. The last time he’d appeared on her doorstep, he’d dragged her down a flight of stairs. If it weren’t for one of her neighbors calling the cops, it could have ended very badly for her.

  Shep, his sun-kissed hair ruffling in the wind, kept eyeballing Naomi from his perch behind the controls. She hated the censure she found in his gaze. After twenty minutes of him giving her the evil eye, she finally snapped.

  “What?” she finally said, exasperated.

  “Did you let Jared know you were headed to Nassau today?” he asked with a rather stern expression.

  “Why would I have to do that? It’s my day off. Just because he’s the owner and our boss doesn’t mean I have to give him control of my whereabouts at all times. The only time that is ‘his,’” she gestured with air quotations, “is when I’m on the clock.”

  If anything, Shep’s demeanor became even more rigid and he gave her a frigid glare. “You’re also his sub.”

  She almost choked on her indrawn breath. Damn Doms and their rules. So much for keeping their relationship a secret. “Nothing’s been decided,” she responded. “As it is, I’m a free woman.” That was her story and she was sticking to it—for now, at least.

  “We’ll see about that,” he rebuked as he began checking his speed and preparing the boat to dock in Nassau.

  She ignored Shep then. What did he know about her relationship with Jared? Nothing had been decided and nothing would be until she reached a conclusion. And that was that, as far as she was concerned.

  Instead Naomi enjoyed the scenery as they docked. Nassau was a glimmering jewel, the buildings a kaleidoscope of colors with the premier destination of the Atlantis resort. There were cruise ships at anchor off the leeward side, with tourists flocking into the streets of the tourism mecca.

  Naomi followed the couple onto the gang plank and then firm land. At the exit stood Shep, all two-hundred-plus pounds of disapproving Dom. He thanked the couple debarking and heading home from their vacation before he glared at her again, gritting his teeth so firmly she was surprised he didn’t chip a tooth.

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�I’m half-tempted to tie you to the mast and keep you there until we return to the island where Jared can issue his punishment.”

  She snorted at him, pushing past his hulking form. “I’d like to see you try. I’d scream blue blazes before you ever got me back onto that boat,” she challenged.

  “It’s a good thing you aren’t my sub. I’d have you over my knee just for thinking you could challenge my authority like that without consequences.” He shook his head, disbelieving. “Be back here by five or I will leave without you. Thank god you’re his problem and not mine.”

  And if that didn’t just take the wind out of her sails. How was she supposed to respond to that? With her head held high, she walked away, issuing no rebuke or rejoinder, letting her silence speak for itself.

  Her first stop was the bank, where she completed the wire transfer to her private investigator, and withdrew some funds to pay for any items she needed. Naomi had learned long ago to pay in cash whenever she could. It left less of a digital footprint for others to follow—say an abusive ex-husband who had served in the Miami-Dade Police Force and had the contacts to be able to track her. In fact, her bank account was in the name of a trust, where she was listed as an agent, so that on the surface she didn’t have anything trackable. And she’d had Melissa buy her plane ticket to Nassau so she hoped that would cover her tracks.

  When she had finished at the bank, Naomi headed to a nearby café and ate breakfast overlooking the beach. Sipping on her latte, the croissant and berries still flavoring her tongue, she dialed Billy.

  “BLD Investigations.”

  “Billy, it’s Naomi.”

  “Just saw the transfer go through, so that is bringing your account current.”

  “I know. I should be able to get you an advance next week. I found some decent employment that pays well. I just need Jon off my tail.”

  “That’s why you have me monitoring his activity twenty-four seven.”

  “Anything?” she asked.

  “Yes and no. Since we last spoke there was a hit on one of his cards in Tampa, but that was four days ago, and after that, not a thing.”

  “What was the card used for?”

  “It was a withdrawal from a bank,” Billy said.

  “So you don’t know where he is?” Four days meant he could be anywhere. He could be here on the island.

  “Not precisely. I wouldn’t worry, though. It could be he’s at one of the many strip clubs in that town, having the time of his life.”

  “It doesn’t leave me feeling relieved. If you get a hit in Nassau, you need to contact me so I can move before he catches wind of where I’m at.”

  “Considering I’m not precisely sure where you are, I think that’s a good sign. Was there anyone who did know where you were headed?”

  “I only have one friend, Billy, you know that. And yes, Melissa knew where I was going but she would never say anything to Jon,” Naomi said.

  “People will say a lot of things under duress. But I’m sure it’s fine and you have nothing to worry about. He’s done this before, and with his propensity for excessive alcohol intake, he probably went on a bit of a bender and is still sleeping it off. I doubt you have anything to worry about.”

  “If there’s a hit anywhere on him, please call me. I don’t like not knowing where he’s at.”

  “Will do, Naomi. Talk soon.”

  And he ended their call. It left her feeling unsettled and not a little wary as she scanned the crowd. Her ex-husband was like a bad penny that kept reappearing. Every time she thought she could start fresh, that she’d found a haven and home, he wrecked her life all over again. She downed the remainder of her coffee and left the café. The mood of the place had tanked for her after the conversation.

  Naomi spent the remainder of the day shopping for items she needed like shampoo and such. She did want to make a go of it at the island, even with all the drama surrounding her interactions with Jared. She even picked up a few pieces of clothing and undergarments. She bought herself a book and grabbed a box lunch at one of the restaurants near the boat, taking it back to the yacht.

  All day long she felt like she had eyes watching her wherever she went, and was ready to get back to the safety of Pleasure Island. Shep was there, loading supplies, and he gave her a brief once over, his gaze settling on the bags in her hands before he shook his head and went back to his work.

  This time Naomi did go below decks with all her purchases, ate her lunch, and whiled away the afternoon reading.

  Where the devil was Naomi? Jared had looked for her in her suite when he’d not found her still asleep in his bed. He wanted to apologize for last night and then this morning. He shouldn’t have touched her this morning. He’d woken from a dream—a memory, really—of one of his first times with Zoey, and a boner the size of Texas. He’d taken advantage of Naomi, used her to screw Zoey out of his system. Only he’d been a fool, and had been the one moved by the way she’d loved him.

  Emotions he hadn’t thought he could feel for anyone else had surged to the surface with such potency, they rattled him to his core. He’d forgotten aftercare and had rolled off her before his body had finished trembling from the mother of all orgasms.

  What a cock-up on his part! Naomi was the best thing to happen to him in ages, and he had screwed things up the first chance he had.

  It didn’t settle the panic in him as he rode the cart over the island, checking in at his villa, and all the other spots she could potentially be. Driving by the docks, Derek waved at Jared as he passed, and he noticed Shep’s vessel wasn’t anchored.

  Had she left him?

  He slammed on the brake. “Derek, how’s it hanging?”

  “A little to the left these days. What can I do for you, Bossman?”

  “Is Shep on a ferry run?”

  “Yep. He’s also picking up supplies for Franchesca. Should be back this afternoon.”

  “Did anyone leave with him?”

  “You mean the latest addition to the sub pool, Miss Naomi?”

  It took everything inside Jared not to beat his chest and roar that she belonged to him and him alone. Instead, he addressed Derek calmly with as much business suave as possible. “Yes, I wanted to go over some items for the villas with her, and can’t seem to track her down.”

  “Uh huh, you just keep telling yourself that. She left with Shep. Told him it was her day off and she wanted to go shopping,” Derek said.

  Some of Jared’s panic deflated. She’d gotten her first check so of course she would go shopping. In its place, anger took up residence. She had decided to leave the island and not give him a heads up, so that he’d spent the better part of his morning worrying about her, wondering if the damage he had caused was irreparable. He seethed, his Dom coming to the forefront. She would be disciplined the second she made it back to the island. He wouldn’t put up with this type of negligent, derisive behavior.

  “If you could let me know once she’s back and tell her I need to see her in my office,” he said.

  Understanding passed, Dom to Dom, between them.

  “That I will do,” Derek said.

  “Thanks, D.” Jared saluted and sped off to his office. As he worked the afternoon away, in the back of his mind, he was concocting exactly what he would do once Naomi appeared in his doorway.

  Jared blasted through his work, even with the edge of his hangover. He’d promised himself to not touch Scotch again for some time. Franchesca had dinner delivered to his office by her son, Sean. He ate the beef wellington and wondered for the hundredth time why Naomi hadn’t appeared in his office. Derek had called him an hour ago, telling him that she had made it back and disembarked Shep’s vessel.

  After a glance at his watch, he cursed. He had to start his shift in the club, otherwise he would have gone to ferret her out. He donned a pair of leathers and boots, opting to go shirtless. Even though the club was indoors, and the rooms kept air-conditioned, this close to the equator, in the summer months it was hotte
r than the fires of hell, even with the ocean breeze.

  Jared took the elevator down, noting the club was already packed as he entered. It made him glow with pride that this place had taken off like it had, and that the patrons seemed to be enjoying all the offerings. He greeted all the Doms as he passed, noting the way their subs cast their eyes downward in a show of respect. Deke and Shep were towing a recalcitrant Yvette over to the sawhorse that had just been vacated.

  And that was when he spied Naomi, paying him no heed as she finished cleaning that station. The Dom inside him unfurled and his anger at her dismissal seethed in his veins. She was dressed in the itty-bitty French maid’s costume but not wearing his cuffs. And while she hadn’t given him her decision about his proposition, he had at least thought she would respect him enough to talk to him first before she decided anything. Jared stalked her progression, following her until she had no choice but to address him.

  In a low voice, doing the utmost to keep their forthcoming conversation private, he growled, “Little one, I requested that you come see me in my office.”

  She had this distinctive ‘fuck off’ vibe rolling off her petite form in waves. “I decided I didn’t want to. You don’t own me. I work for you. Now, if you will, Sir, I need to get back to my duties.”

  “It’s Sherry’s night.”

  “I picked up her shift for her.”

  “Still, we need to talk. Please head to my office right now, and I will contact Sherry to get her ass back here.” He would brook no disobedience from her on this. They needed to have this out before it festered into an open wound.

  “I realize you are the boss, but screw you, Sir,” Naomi said, mouthing off loud enough that the entire gathering in the club was now party to their argument.

  “My office, now, Naomi,” Jared ordered through clenched teeth. He was going to tan her hide ruby red.

  “Or you’ll what?” She planted her hands on her hips.